Author's Note: Unfortunately, Inuyasha is not mine, nor is the rest of the Inuyasha cast. I would love to own him though. Rub those fuzzy little ears; play with his hair . . .Oh yeah, gomen, gomen. Got a little carried away there. Well, I'm sure some of you realize that I'm reposting this. I'm rewriting this story since my style (I feel) has improved considerably since the time that I wrote this.

Another Dog Demon-revised
Prologue

Clenching her teeth, the hanyou dodged another attack and rolled across the ground unceremoniously, dirt clinging to her white haori. She scrambled to her feet and glanced back at the centipede demon in frustration.

Her uncle and mentor had told her not to kill the demon, though she really didn't understand why not. It was a demon cursed to be fleshless for eternity. Basically it was as good as dead already.

This thing had killed him, and yet he still wanted it to live. Despite the urge to kill her attacker she continued to obey her master's dying wish.

The demon dove at her again, its jaw dropping to prepare to take a chunk out of her. She jumped up and to the side to avoid the attack, watching the creature crash into the ground and then circle around to come at her again.

If she were to let the demon live and not let herself die she was going to have to get out of there quick. With an angered growl, she ran off through the forest and tried to lose the annoying demon charging her.

She had just wanted to visit her uncle for a while and so had come down from the Northern Lands. Unfortunately she had been met by the scene of her mentor fighting with this demon. Not exactly the greeting she was expecting, especially when the demon didn't even have flesh.

Her golden eyes scanned the area up ahead; seeing that she was coming up on open country. The frustrated sigh that left her mouth couldn't be stopped as she realized that she may be running for awhile.

The rice patties passed below her quickly and in the distance she saw another forest. Inuyasha's forest.

Observing where she was, the hanyou stopped in her tracks and whipped around to face the centipede demon. As she turned, she noted that the braid in her knee-length raven hair was coming out. That meant that her hair was going to need a lot of brushing to get all of the tangles out of it.

One more thing to blame the centipede demon for: no matter how trivial it was.

The centipede stopped just in front of her; pulling up so that it's spine was arched and the torso and skull rose above the hanyou's small form.

After waiting for a few seconds, the centipede dove at her and she dodged out of the way again. Using the demon's lack of forward momentum to her advantage, she took off towards Inuyasha's forest once again, gaining a bit of distance between her and the youkai kotsu.

The Goshinboku of the forest came into view and she only glanced momentarily at the gigantic tree and its eternal prisoner, Inuyasha. The hanyou that had been pinned to the tree by the protector of the Shikon no Tama fifty years ago.

She continued her mad dash away from the magical tree and came across an old, rickety well. Looking in, she saw that it was dry and that there were a few scattered bones at the bottom.

The centipede was still quite a distance behind her, and she swept the loose hair falling into her face behind her shoulder. There was a strange power coming from the well and with a start she realized that this well had been constructed from a Goshinboku. Perhaps she could use this to her advantage.

Racking her memory for the proper incantation, she jumped onto the lip of the well. She crouched there, letting her red hakama billow in the slight wind.

Nodding to herself, she began the chant that would make this dry well a link to the future. To say that she was grateful that she had received priestess training despite her demon blood would have been an understatement at that particular moment.

Once the chant was done she jumped into the well. When she glanced up she saw the centipede demon looking down at her just before pink and blue swirls of magic engulfed her for a few seconds and she landed at the base of the well.

Instead of sunlight illuminating the hole there was complete darkness. She looked up and saw a couple strips of faint light shining through what must have been a cover on the well. The well must have been boarded up over the years.

With a shrug she jumped and tried to kick the boards off of it. All that succeeded in doing was hurting her leg. She landed at the bottom of the well again with a grunt. The well wasn't just covered: it had been sealed.

A little annoyed, she began another chant that would hopefully break the barrier. As she was doing so, the ground below her began to glow with magic. She stopped and looked down. The centipede must have been following her. Great.

Hoping that her spell had worked, she leapt toward the sealed cover of the well. Instead of kicking the wood again, she crossed her arms above her head and shot at it head first. The centipede hissed at her from below, following her ascent with one of its own.

To her luck, the seal gave way and she burst through the wood, taking off at lightning speed out of what must have been a mini shrine. When she was out she stopped, overwhelmed with all of the scents that blasted her sensitive nose. First was the smell of humans and a cat: she had smelt that in the shrine. Then there were other strange smells that she couldn't place blasting at her from everywhere.

All of the stenches disoriented her, and she stumbled backward slightly. Behind her she heard the cries of a little human boy yelling for a "Kagome." Being overtaken by all of the powerful smells, she couldn't place exactly where behind her the yelling was coming from.

This future was too much for her. She couldn't smell many demons, but all these other scents could have been plugging her nose. They were starting to give her a migraine.

I
Do
Not
Sleep

A/N Review if you like it. I have determined that if no one reviews my stories, obviously no one likes them and they aren't worth spending the time to post: even if I continue to write them for my own pleasure.