Disclaimer: I own this plot, Yoshiko/Yoshiro, Ryu and Hiroshi, that is all. I don't own ANYTHING else about this is the sole work of the creators of Inuyasha.

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OH AND, while we're at it, might I mention that this is only a prologue. I will never have a chapter this short, not ever. You may kill me if I ever do, but my chapters will be AT LEAST one typed page because I wouldn't be able to look in the mirror knowing I'd made something as short as this and planned to not update for more than 3 days.

"HELP! HELP PLEASE!" Yoshiro screamed at the top of his lung. Ryu swung his katana at his head. "Oh god! Please, anyone!!" He screamed louder. Hiroshi sent his arrow whizzing through the air. Yoshiro screamed, through his arm, through a tree and back into it's quiver. "Might as well give up."

Somewhere else, yet near by…

Inuyasha's right ear flew up. "What the-" He jumped up and stared towards the woods. "Inuyasha, what's wrong!?" Kagome asked after a rather large bite of rice. "Someone's calling for help." Miroku and reached for his staff.

"Are you sure, I don't hear anything?"

"Yea, me neither."

"Absolute."

"Then let's do something why are we just sit-"

Yoshiro burst from the woods, fell to the ground, tumbled a little, but was back on his feet in seconds. He was remarkable. Somewhat of a sea green hair color, wavy, curling around him, in his face, bursting her and there, free like waves on the upon the sea itself. And those eyes, like rubies set in black diamonds, lashes jutting out from the prettiest eyes. His lips were shapely, plump, curling and turning in all the right places. Heart shaped face, slender, yet long neck and shoulders most girls would envy. His kimono was basic black, yet at the long sleeves and abnormally short bottom it depicted a raging river with a dragon bursting from the water and wrapping around to his shoulder where it lay it's head lovingly. The silver stitching hinted at his high class. However, the kimono, work of art though it may be, was completely ruined by the blood seeping from his wounded shoulder. He ran, faster than he'd run in the last fourteen hours, to the group sitting around the warm fire. "Please help me!!" He yelled as he "fell" at their feet. A loud crashing sound from behind.

"Yoshi, we've got you now! No where left to run and hide." Ryu spat.

"Ryu look, he's got friends!"

"Even better! Kill them too!" Hiroshi laughed.

Ryu was very tall and muscular unlike Yoshiro. He has black hair that seemed to run down his back, flat then curled at the bottom which stopped at his butt. His eyes were a deep blue, rich like the color of the night sky. He had a smooth relaxed way of moving and his kimono did nothing but insinuate that handsome fact. It was a navy blue, it depicted a calm view of the setting sun. His face was smooth emotionless and in some ways childlike. However, his companion Hiroshi seemed older. His face was much more slender and mature. He had a clever face, knowing, wise, very patient in the way he stared. Yet he was ruthless his eyes said that, they were gray, like a steel blade. They'd seen unimaginable things. He'd done unimaginable things. Yet, his clothing suggested otherwise. A hundred, maybe more, exotic birds were being set free into a passionate sky. Perhaps that was what he was, passionate, a passionate killer.

Needless to say, Inuyasha and his friend win, BUT this time they do no kill the enemy! This time Ryu and Hiroshi run off before utter defeat so that they can later walk away with their tail between their legs (by the way, to have as little confusion as possible, they don't have literal tails). Delightful ey?

There will be more, although you may have to remind me now and again. I do lose track of these things.