Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, the animation and manga belong to its respective owner: Rumiko Takahashi. Thank you for your time!

Introduction: This will be my fourth fanfiction this year, and I know, I have yet to complete my other two long fanfictions... but you know what? Why not continue with new stories and write up my ideas for once. I actually wanted to write a story about the 1920's/30's with the stock market crash and the lives of people during that time. I thought that would be pretty interesting to write about, eh? 8D Hopefully you enjoy this (hopefully good) and soon to be complete story of one of our favorite couples! Bon Voyage!

TrigunsKitty

Prologue: Why way I born?

"Momma? Papa?" I started to say as I stayed kneeling down on the pavement. "Momma?" I say one more time before shivering. I was cold. I didn't need to say I was cold either, since I had been getting goosebumps the whole time from the sight of my Momma and Papa. I remembered one time that they told me never to lay on the dirt... isn't the pavement messy like dirt? Why would they be there?

"Papa?" I whispered out inaudibly and stare up at the sky. Clouds billowed all around the area and the blood rust color of the moon illuminated through the rain-filled clouds. "Papa... It's dark... and cold..." I murmur out and slowly get up. My legs wouldn't work for me as I began to stumble back down to the ground.

"Papa... I'm scared... It'll rain soon... Papa?... Daddy?" I attempted the sweet girl talk, but he didn't respond. Momma and Papa would refuse to move. Did they hate me for wanting to go out for a walk? Did they hate me so much that they had to lay on the ground and pretend to be sleeping? Why didn't they welcome her into their arms and say, 'Come on Princess, Let's go home.' Why didn't I feel there embrace? It was because they were laying there.

"Momma?" I tried to start again, holding my tears back as I stumbled to me feet again. Something had to be wrong. Why would my parents not be welcoming? Why didn't they still exude the same calm, cool, collected atmosphere like they always carried with them. Slowly, my legs stumbled over to my inanimate Papa and I lightly poked his shoulder. "Papa."

Refusing to give up I slightly moved his head so that he would look at me. What I saw next scared me. His eyes were wide open, his mouth was gaping open with a thin line of red coming out... and his throat was horribly slashed... "Pa...Pa?" I started to say before breaking out in tears. Crying was my only protection. The only thing that protected me for that little spare time.

"Papa! ... Momma!" I cried out, refusing to believe that they were not coming back. I wanted them to be there for me. I wanted to have a little brother! I wanted to be someone to help Momma and Papa... Momma already had the baby... but he was at the hospital for the night... His name... I couldn't remember his name... no it was too complicated for me to say at the moment... "Oni-chan! Oni-chan!" I started to cry out, hoping he would appear and I would be comforted... and yet no one was there. No one would come to protect from this world.

"Why are you alone?" suddenly said a lone figure behind me. Frightened, I jumped and screamed out. I hadn't expected to be found by someone. People in black suits and tux's started to come out and stand before the strange man that begun to talk to me.

"My Momma and Papa are here... I-I'm not alone!" I whispered out to the voice. I could see the shadows that engulfed his face, but the aura that he carried showed me that he was smirking.

"You are alone little one. Your Momma and Papa left you to rot in this world. They're happy you're not there to pester them." The mysterious voice told me. This is where I flinched and faltered, darting my gaze from my parents unmoving bodies to the strange man before me. The stranger may have been right but I knew something was messed up with this man's thinking process.

"I'm not alone!" I shouted with resistance. "I am loved by Momma and Papa! They love me!" Tears had began to threaten to fall out and I began to angrily wipe them away on my face. "I won't cry because I know they love me and they still do!" Stomping my feet to prove my point, I closed my eyes and shouted, "I am NOT alone!"

Not realizing my next dilemma, I re-opened my eyes to find myself staring into a pair of deep red eyes that could scare any child out of their wits. My hazel ones could not compare to the owners eye's furiousness. "You say you aren't alone, but look at you now. Your Mother and Father are dead. The blood that flow from their wounds prove that and they died only because they had to protect you. They protected you with their lives. You say you aren't alone, but in reality, you are." I couldn't respond or retort back. All I could do was add to the awkward silence that rung in my ears.

His eyes never faltered off of mine though, and it appeared as if he was reading my soul and life... like if I was a book off the press. Damn this stranger.

"Unless..." The stranger started and grabbed both my shoulders with his large hands. "What if you had to choose? Life or death? If you had the choice to live with your mother and father, would you? Would you give up your life to be with them?"

"No." I said without understanding his question. "If my parents gave their life for me, why would I give my life to see them? Sure I would miss them, but if I were to give up my life, wouldn't their sacrifice to protect me be in vain and then it would be an issue of them getting mad at me and scolding me." I said obliviously to the strange man before me. I was unaware of the test he had administered to me.

"You're pretty smart for a five year old." he suddenly said and raised both his hands off of my shoulders. "Eh?" I started to say but the next thing I knew was that something hit me hard on my neck. I didn't exactly feel the blow, but it made me dream of nothing but the dark abyss that surrounded my soul.

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My head hurt so much as my eyes tried to adjust to the emptiness of the bland room. I was sitting on a hard bed that had only one thin blanket and a pillow that didn't look to good to be sleeping on. "Where... am I?" I whined out into the darkness.

"You're awake." Said a small voice in the corner. Surprise took over me as I jumped around to see who it was. It was a little boy who had a small bruise on his cheek. His eyes glazed with anger, but at the same time, hope. I wondered why he was injured and curiosity just attacked my brain. "Why do you have a bruise?" I said as I reached out to lightly touch his cheek.

"It's because he was punished." Said a menacing voice from the opposite corner. The boy besides me flinched and his eyes were suddenly filled with fright and slightly hid behind me as if I'd shield him from the strange man. "Punish...ment?" I whispered out and felt the strangers' hands encircle my neck. As if I was being lifted up, I felt the stranger's hands tighten against my tiny neck and my breathing was restricted.

"Gah?!" I whimpered out as best as I could and the boy which I had been acquainted with ran away into the corner and started to curl up into the futile position. "This would be punishment." The stranger said with a mean tone and roughly threw me down on the ground.

I could feel my back being bruised from the hard impact and started to cry out in pain. That was mistake number two. "Stop crying." He gritted out with another smirk plastered onto his face and kicked my ribs. Biting back my tears I coughed out and started to wipe my tears away. I wasn't going to show this man my tears... not after that. "What's the matter?" He whispered out ignoring my whimpering of pain.

"Your parents would have been proud of you for choosing to live. You will follow my rules here and you will not dis-obey them... or you will face my wrath. I am not afraid to hurt you. You may even ask Kaoru." Turning his direction to Kaoru he spoke out a dangerous tone. "Isn't that right escapee?"

The boy in question choked on his own air supply as he felt the strange man come towards him. "Yes... Naraku... Sir." Kaoru sounded like a broken record then. It had sounded like he had practiced that to me. "That's right." The man in question... Naraku stated and turned towards me and bent down to my level. Grabbing my chestnut hair he hefted me up and stared into my face.

"You may call me Naraku, or sir... Sango."

A/N. What do you guys think? Do you like it? Read and review so that I have an idea if you all like it or not. I enjoy making stories, and I also take suggestions too! So R&R!

TrigunsKitty