All right, folks, this is my second fic. Really, at first, it had nothing to do with Inuyasha, but I wanted people to tell me what they thought about it so I made a few adjustments to make the story flow. Tell me what you think, puh-lease… and REVIEW, dipwads!

Disclaimer: Ay, this is the hardest part of fanfics, the disclaimers. Of course, I have bribed Rumiko takahashi to sell Inuyasha to me, but I'm broke and one hundred bucks probably won't be much to her. sniffles

Chapter One

Aya, where were Inuyasha and Kagome when you needed them most? In the well, just when Naraku decided to attack. That was luck.

The Hirankontsu flew about 100 feet up in the air, cutting through the illuminated purple barrier and returning to Sango, who held her stomach. Another kick. Kilala ran in front, angry by the look on Naraku's face. His smile became nearly manical, and in one swift strike, he cut Sango across the neck. The bundle she had kept under her clothing rolled out, the baby wailed.

Miroku ran up behind, smelling the blood, seeing her limp body on the ground. His heart stopped beating for a moment… Sango… his dear Sango… what had happened? Then Kilala came up behind him, scared and sniffing Sango's corpse… ensuring that she was gone. Tears ran down his cheeks, stinging the cuts that were already there, but he didn't care. Now that Sango was dead, what was the point in living? He would fight to the death now, let the baby continue its life for Sango's sake.

"Kilala," he croaked. "Stay put. Make sure the baby is fine…"

"Wind Tunnel," it took the last of his strength to say that. Naraku, who had seen only Kilala, and was not prepared to be defeated by a mortal. Both he and his numerous poisonous bees were sucked into it, but not before he had sent one more strike to the fire cat, sending it through the air, and Kilala landed, as a kitten now, on her owner's lap, to join her into eternal sleep.

Miroku prepared himself for the stings. For the poison to overcome him. And it did.

The morning came without warning, and Kagome came through the well, carrying her daughter on her back. She saw a small bundle; she sensed death. Picking it up and opening the cover, she gasped.

"This is Miroku and Sango's child. How'd did you…?"

The next sight made her clutch her own child and theirs, tears brimming up to her eyes.

Miroku. Sango. Kilala. Dead. With the Hirankotsu lying to the side of all of them.

She screamed in grief, clinging to the baby boy for dear life. Opening up the bundle.

For the first time ever, she realized how little he looked like either of his parents. Pale green eyes, little tufts of light brown hair. Nothing like what Miroku or Sango looked like.

He was their baby, and the village they lived in accepted him there. That was where Kohaku lived. Kagome smiled, wiping a tear from her eyes. She knew that Sango would want Kohaku to raise the child, knew that she and Miroku deserved a more decent burial.

After arriving at the village, and telling Kohaku the horrible news, the now grown man vowed to take care of the baby, and also to take revenge on all the detachments of Naraku, not including Kagura, because she had already died in an attempt to betray Naraku.

And the baby had been treated like a prince. After all, he was all they had to remind them of Sango, Miroku, and Kilala, who were now nothing but lost souls, searching for a new beginning. They found it, 1,000 years later…

Sango in a little girl on her family's side named India, a lost, forlorn child in a rich home, not allowed to do anything at all.

Miroku in a child at the same village his son had been left in, a child with certain powers that were unimaginable.

Kilala in a seraphim creature who ending up with similar abilities and even more to add on, and a sharp mouth.

They were reunited, then met the same fate, two of them killed by one of Naraku's detachment's, Kanna's, descendants, who had grown to be as ugly on the outside as Kanna was in. Or as empty. But not without leaving each side of the family with a curse. The souls were lost now. They had to find a place to stay. They had to find a happy ending.

And finally, they found it. Even later, when the curse had made the families suffer to the point that each formed a sort of tribe. Over the years, their agility, strength and flexibility, and ability to handle strange weapons became worthy of becoming part of history, where those who had studied the past of Japan would be able to distinguish both. Every child was handled with care, taught to fight, made to learn vigorously about their ancestors. The plan to get vengeance- even more déjà vu. Except they would fix some of the situations slightly. They would win, and live, destroying what was left of Naraku's descendants, to end the blood feud.

Both tribes curses seemed rather bearable at first, but after the years, they found that they were wrong. The women of the boy's side, or Kawachi tribe were unable to have girls, and their years slowly shortened… that was the root of the plan, to make those of the tribe extinct with time, to wipe them out without a trace of blood for liability reasons.

The woman's side, or Hinoshiba tribe, had exactly the opposite… no men… forcing many women to become widows after some time. At the same time, they were both blessed, with a Chosen child from each side every hundred years or so, or if they were reunited. And that Chosen would be endowed with the same powers as their ancestor years ago, that were brutally murdered by Kanna's descendants.

The rain poured outside, but Kimihiro's grip on the Countour-300 remained unchanged. Rain is just little tiny drops of water, they didn't intimidate her in any way, and there was no reason for it to. Rain, rain, of all things, was the least of her problems.

She walked outside, Serafin following her, soaking up the water, and enjoying it. It had been so long since she had been let out of the house, so long since she'd smelled the rain directly…

"Kimihiro," her mother ran to her before she left, looked down at her now grown child, and embraced her. Kimihiro felt the air being knocked out of her as soon as her mother wrapped her arms around her.

"Yeeg, mom! Get off!" was the muffled answer.

"I'm so sorry, it's just… my baby, you could get killed! All for this stupid blood feud…"

"But grandmother said that no one in the family has been killed yet. All I'm going to do is find some stupid, ignorant boy from the Kaiwaichi tribe, get some youkai's head, and return home with an unbroken curse and ten pounds lighter." She knew she was exaggerating. It was a lot to do, too much, and all of her tasks were so intensely weird. Sighing, she hugged her mother, "I love you mom. I'll come back, I'll come back."

Nodding her head at Serafin, who doubled in size, she hopped on her back and flew off into the starry night.

"KIMIHIRO!" her mother called into the night.

Kimihiro sighed. She wasn't scared of course, she wasn't. Okay, maybe a little, maybe a lot. She twisted one of Serafin's silver hairs around her finger.

Serafin was a strange-looking, yet eerily beautiful, creature. She had soft, moist, blue-ish skin, with a dog like face and a mask around the head, a dolphin's tail, and long, silver-gray hair falling like a mane from her back. She was a mystical creature, of course, the kinds you read about in little fantasy books but 'know' are nonexistent. But Serafin was special, in the way that not only was she over two hundred years old and still young, but that she had multiple powers. Serafin could change her legs to flippers at any moment or time of her choice, blow both fire and blast water, and she could fly, not to mention expand to the size of a small airplane. Years before, she could also communicate with people through their minds, but that unused habit had rusted, and instead she 'cooed' when she wanted to talk. Her coos were very audible, and understandable, for some strange reason, it was like a language everyone understands.

"Serafin," she whispered. "Let's stop by some water tomorrow. We haven't been flying ten minutes and I already feel sticky."

"Suck it up," came the haughty answer.

"I'll let you swim…" She continued, turning over to lie on her back instead.

"I could swim with or without your permission, that's nothing special."

"I'll let you blow fire at the next person who invades our privacy…"

"How many times must I say this… You-DO-NOT-CON-TROL-ME!"

Pouting, Kimihiro folded her arms, then started braiding the silvery strands again.

"Pretty please?"
"You're a suck-up."
"With ice cream? I know you like ice cream?"
"Vanilla?"
"Oh, sure…"
"Then fine. We stop by the river tomorrow."
It was a very silly argument, the kind that people get into just because they are intensely bored, and have absolutely nothing to do except fool around.

The moon was high in the sky now, as Serafin started to near the Kaiwaichi tribe village. Intentional déjà vu, that was their plan. Centuries before, Kimihiro's great-great-grandmother India had run away from home, found Serafin at a river site, met some boy at a village, lived there, fell in love, had a child, and was murdered. They would go up to the point where they met some boy at a village, but Kimihiro had refused point blank to stay there for longer than two days.

"Men are hogs," she had said. "They get what they want from you, then dump you like trash wherever they can."

Serafin had heartily agreed. She had never been to fond of the boy, and would never forgive him for taking India away from her.

"Serafin, I'm going to sleep. Wake me up later."

Closing her eyes, she snuggled into Serafin's mane and started a dreamfilled sleep.

She woke up by the river. Good. That meant that Serafin had kept her promise.

"Finally, you're awake," the Beast cooed. "Do you have my vanilla ice cream?" Kimihiro laughed, brushing her hair from her face as she scooped some water from the shallow area and splashed it on her face.

"Serafin, cover me."
In other words, keep an eye out for sneaking little beings, man or creature.

The Beast cooed in agreement, then started flying directly overhead her, to see anyone approaching from any direction. Kimihiro began to pull off her clothes.

"Serafin?" she asked, as she threw her sock over with the rest of her belongings, "Aren't you tired, you know, of flying? You can come down and swim if you like, I don't need too much protection. Just, you know, for you to tell me if anyone's coming."

Serafin slid from the air into the water, tensing up immediately.

"There's something here," the creature hissed.

They were quiet, trying to catch any more sounds, but did not succeed. Kimihiro shrugged it off, rubbing her skin with the cool water.

Then she heard a splash. Turning her head to a side, she saw a boy come into the water, his pants rolled up. He was dressed strangely, with what looked like a black shirt under a beige kimono-like jacket and jeans. His hair was long, light-brown and in one ponytail that seemed to separate by itself into two separate strands as he moved along in the water. Not looking at her.

Hee hee. Cliffhanger. I hate the first couple chapters, they are so boring to write, so fun to read. Have I confused you yet? I'll clear everything up later, bear with me. Please review, I'd really appreciate it if everyone who read it did. I wanna know how people think of my fics, you know, and this is only my second, my first, The Fight for the Heart, wasn't popular at all… so please be kind to Lady Kitsune and review, 'kay? Just, I want down to earth reviews, not the type that diss my imagination and put my work to shame. Those are just rude, and if you write one like that, my brain automatically categorizes you as a stupid, arrogant, inconsiderate person, that you very easily might not be and will force me to answer quite as rudely back. It's bad enough to start a verbal war on the boards. Let's keep safe from all that crap too, 'kay?
Ya, I know, Lady Kitsune is not my pen name, but I just happen to be sharing this account with someone since my email doesn't wanna work for me…my buddy writes Harry Potter fics, and here I am writing Inuyasha ones… we are so different, but hey!