Author's Note: My first story! Ahhhh!

Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat I do not own Inuyasha!

Inuyasha knelt quietly near the tiny stone monument and placed down the flowers. The tiny stone monument was the only thing to mark his mother's very humble resting place. A single silver tear fell from his eyes and rolled down his now sullen, sunken cheeks. He was crying and he didn't understand why. Of course he missed he mother, she was the only person who accepted him as he is until Kikyo appeared into his life some four hundred years later.

"It's getting dark, I need to go now Mother."

Inuyasha' s tears ceased as he controlled his emotions and began to rise from the spot. He walked only two steps until he felt a sharp pain in his neck, then another pain on his wrist...both his wrists? What was happening? Inuyasha became enraged as pain started to radiate in his spine and crawl up towards the base of his skull. Inuyasha was paralyzed, every part of his body was being constrained and now he couldn't even breathe. A shadowy figure appeared in front his face and stroked his chin.

"Inuyasha, it seems you have walked into another trap of mine." Naraku chuckled as he slowly began to grip the hanyou's straight silver hair. Inuyasha tried to put up a fight but it was useless he already felt his power waning as the sun slowly began to set.

"And on such a beautiful moonless night no less, tsk tsk tsk Inuyasha these human emotions have made you sloppy and careless. But do not worry half-breed I shall take good care of you."

They took off in a twister of purple smoke, which soon dissipated into the ebony stained sky.