I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA OR RUROUNI KENSHIN (SAMURAI X)!

Okay, this is a post-series fic of both Inu-Yasha and Rurouni Kenshin (For those of you who are inexperienced readers, it means that it takes place after the episodes have ended).

Hitokiri Inuyasha

CHAPTER 1: Hitokiri of the North

My name is Inuyasha, although I'm just known in the underworld as the Hitokiri Shiroi. Many have heard of me, few have seen me; fewer live to tell the tale after seeing me. I am an assassin by night, nonexistent by day.

Why am I nonexistent, you ask? I'm not a normal human, I'm only half. My youkai features stand out too well in the day, which makes getting around quite difficult. When I must move, it is under the cover of darkness in a black cloak and a straw hat to hid my ears and overshadow my eyes (My hair has to be under the cloak; fricken' uncomfortable), my white hair and amber eyes would be to conspicuous for me to go unseen, even in the darkness of the night.

As far as power, I am unmatched except for one person; Battousai. I do not know if I am stronger than him in terms of swordsmanship. Our blades have never clashed. But he would not stand a chance in melee combat. My claws, inhuman speed, and ability to take wounds better than any human would make the fight very one sided.

However, there is one thing that I will kill anyone on sight for daring to say; Kagome. I can only be happy that her name is not widely known, although she has left an unnamed legacy that has lived as long as I, three centuries.

She was the reincarnation of my first love, and I loved Kagome with all of my heart. But that wasn't enough to save her from a group of anti-youkai humans from nearly three villages away. Kagome, and my unborn pup, died that day. When I got back, I found the Humans who were stupid enough to stay, celebrating the death of 'the monster's wife.' Needless to say, they died that day as well. The people of the late Kaede's village were kind enough to offer me a home in the village and a burial ceremony for their late miko, Kagome.

For medical reasons more than the need for protection, the village called for another miko from a far away village. She wasn't exactly happy that there was a hanyou as her partner in protecting the village. A year later, after gaining the trust of the villagers, she had me banished from the area with the promise that I would die if I dared to show my face again.

I chose to go north, far away from my 'home' village. I took a small boat out to sea, trying to find something to do with myself. With Kagome and the others gone, along with the Shikon no Tama purified, life was pretty boring. I ended up in a place that I now know is China, where I learned a new sword style as well as how to fight with a staff and improve my senses (I also found some damn nice silk there, but that's another story . . . although a story that improved my money supply by leaps and bounds). I lived there for a century, give or take, before heading back to Japan. By now the miko of my old village was long since dead, and the children of the villagers who banished me welcomed me back again. Fickle ningen (It didn't take a moron to know why they let me back in, I'd built enough of a name for myself that the number of youkai attacks diminished dramatically after my return).

There I guarded the village for a while, fending off the occasional demon and a VERY small number of bandits who came just to see if they could kill me. By this time, I'd collected many different types of weapons and stored them in a cave where I used to live with my mother before she died. There were more spears than I could count, all with different lengths and blade sizes; a couple of scythes; and a LOT of swords, mostly katana and a few short swords. There were also my friend's weapons, serving as mementos to their lives. I'd received Miroku's staff and Sango's boomerang from their children (all thirteen of them. Needless to say, those two had kept themselves busy . . . ). Kagome's bow was still in the cave along with her bicycle, which was hidden under a pile of rugs to keep anyone I brought in from seeing the odd items. Nobody really came in though; the cave had a barrier on it that only I and the people whom have my permission can go through, nobody else can even see what's inside the cave.

I found Kirara with Shippo; a much older Shippo. He'd already found a female kitsune, had one kit, and another on the way (Everybody was keeping themselves rather . . . busy . . . it seemed). Kirara had chosen to join me and we left Shippo with his pregnant mate, after a lot of hello's and goodbyes (I found that Shippo still hadn't learned how to shut up!). Instead of making my home in the village, I kept to my cave unless I sensed a youkai, then I was out slashing it to pieces with Tetsusaiga (I could fight with a staff, but Tetsusaiga is still the personal favorite, far more fun to watch their eyes widen as the giant blade swept down on them). Kirara mostly stayed in the cave, leaving to hunt or help me take out a youkai or two. Life was getting boring, except for the occasional visit from Sesshomaru. The older youkai had, much to my surprise, accepted me as his younger brother after I killed Naraku; that only meant that he didn't try to kill me and take Tetsusaiga, it didn't make him any friendlier towards me. But I did help him defend the Western Lands a few times, so the bastard is in my debt, a blessing or a curse? Much like so many other things in life, I'll never know; and don't particularly care to know, thank you very much.

Anyway, another century passed and Kirara and I were still bored out of our minds. The human civil war had continued to grow, although I kept to my cave and nobody bothered me, mainly because nobody really knew that neither Kirara nor I existed, the story had eventually dwindled down throughout the generations to only the questioned belief that an incredibly strong youkai protected the village, and even only a few believed the legends, and even then only because of the smaller youkai attack rates. Those that wandered too close and found out about us, well, most threatened us with a fate of death if we didn't give them any and all weapons that we had in our possession, just to increase their own meager power (the rest just tried to kill Kirara and me), died within seconds. I was loosing respect in humans, and quickly. Killing them had less and less of an effect on me, most deserved it. Even the people of 'my' village were becoming more and more violent, but at least they had the common sense to avoid this area of the forest. They gave me peace and quiet in return for protecting them, although the occasional idiot did try to kill me. I did remain in contact with the next village miko, just so I had some connection with what rumors were going around.

Fifty years later, my patience had long since died. 'My' village had been captured by the enemy, as if I could care much. The villagers were becoming murderers and I found no reason to protect them. So I checked a scroll that I had, got a sealing spell, sealed my cave before leaving with Kirara. There had been no news of Shippo, but they say that no news is good news. I personally think that whoever said that didn't have their head screwed on right, but who am I to judge?

I went north yet again, staying in a hut within a dense forest. It wasn't long before I smelled a youkai; it's ki at unmistakable attack levels. I went to check it out, leaving Kirara to guard the hut. It wasn't long before I found a tribe of bear youkai, err, they found me, that sounds closer to the headache I was sporting after one of their numbers' first attack. I still don't know how they managed it, but they attacked me and managed to wear me down. It was the new moon that night, so my power had been diminishing all day. That's my only idea as to how they did it, but they managed to beat me to a point of near death, they'd thrown a feast in celebration of the imminent destruction of a large rival before coming to kill me, but it was all that I needed. A swift Kaze no Kizu took out the entire tribe, but I was still badly wounded. I'd fainted from lack of energy, it was this moment that my life changed forever.

I've been told that I was found by a man, searching to find the cause of a flash of light, only finding the source the late-morning after the sighting (how some animal didn't eat my unconscious body is beyond me, but who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth!). I woke up in a large house, my wounds had been bandaged and my sword was lying beside me (in it's rusty form). A man walked into the room and told me that he was an official in an organization called the Ishenshishi :SP:. He asked me why I fought with a rusty sword, when I was obviously a swordsman (I didn't answer that question). He'd later asked me if I wanted to help bring a time of peace, by being an assassin to take out the enemy leaders. It made sense to take out the leaders, the organization would thus fall apart. I was getting sick of this annoying human war, so I accepted (He gave me a new Katana, offering to dispose of my old one. He was very confused when he found the blade of the katana that he'd just given me at his throat. I just kept to saying that it was a family heirloom, which it was.). I stayed in my hut, only leaving to hunt and when my signal came. It was a long whistle followed by two short whistles. Only the official knew that I was hanyou, that I would easily be able hear a sign like that from so far away.

Kirara mostly stayed at the hut while I went on different missions. Every so often she would come if I had to attack a large organization. Hanyou or not, if I had a sword in my throat I was dead, so Kirara stayed as a backup. She never killed anyone though. I was fine killing, but never attacked women and children. That was pushing the limits.

It was from the official that I heard of the Battousai. I was slightly shocked when I'd heard the rumors of his power, that he was said to be a youkai. I knew that this was untrue. Something about the other assassin just didn't sound like a youkai.

Ten or so years later, the revolution had come to an end. The official had shown up at my hut, offering me a high ranking position in the new government. I turned my friend down (he was the only human of the time whom I ever found to be a friend), telling him that politics wasn't my place in life.

Kirara and I chose to leave two years after the new war ended. The new government was disgusting me. Things hadn't gotten better, they'd grown worse. What made me feel even more regretful was that I helped to bring on this new era. The people saw things differently though. They were naive to everything around them. Idiot ningen, not even fickle, just plain 'ol STUPID. The past ten years had been completely pointless . . . bit of a scratch to the ego, ne?

While in a teahouse, I'd heard that the Battousai had disappeared as well. He'd been seen here and there, mainly saving people's lives, other times just walking around. My life had been the same; just wandering, saving powerless ningen from youkai (While somehow keeping youkai existence a secret), and killing the occasional drug dealer or murderer, assuming that they were actually deemed dangerous enough to be worth my attention.

It felt good to wander again though. It reminded me of the times when I'd traveled with Kagome and the others; sleeping under the stars and jumping through the trees. The youkai were still out, but attacks were becoming few and far between. They weren't stupid enough to attack a human settlement with with rifles and other weapons. I apparently kept my reputation among the youkai of Japan, the three hundred year old, very powerful, son of a taiyoukai. I didn't mess with them, they didn't mess with me; a rather loose cease fire, but it worked for all of us.

About ten years later the heat began to turn up. There were rumors of the Battousai fighting a man named Shishio, along with the rumors came an abnormal string of attacks on different major cities. The youkai were getting restless with the problems. Two humans with incredible prowess were fighting it out, nearly every youkai in Japan could sense rises and falls in their ki. I had to admit, there hadn't been a power like that for a long time.

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Present time

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I checked to make sure that both of my katanas (Tetsusaiga and the normal katana) were firmly attached firmly at my side and that my hat hid my face before looking towards the sky. "It's time to meet you . . . Battousai . . ." I whispered as I donned my cloak and jumped onto the roof of someone's home, jumping from roof to roof with the tiny cat youkai on my shoulder, in the direction of Kyoto. A place called the Aioya to be exact.

AN: Okay. That's the first chapter. The rest will be in a 3rd person POV. I was just trying to explain the past 312 years of Inuyasha's life and found it best if I did it in Inuyasha's POV. If this confused anyone, say so in a review. It's hard jamming 310+ years into a single chapter!

-Ligar Zero X

PS: Shiroi is Japanese for 'white.'

PSS: If anyone finds any errors in this chapter, email me at the address found in my bio (or in reviews). Thank you.

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