Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha or Okami. But the plotline, yes.

Sorry if it seems short, but I only just thought of this a few minutes ago.

Ammy and Issun

Gods don't bleed.

They are the immortal. Divine dieties that defend the mortals from evils created by the cosmos, or those that the mortals themselves make. Those in between are demons and spirits. Their lives are not as brief as mortals, but they do not live forever like gods. They range from the most benevolent beings, to the foulest creatures to walk the earth. The gods of Nippon are many, as well as their humans, animals, demons, and spirits.

And each individual being, is usually very different from the next; even among their own.

"Ammy! Behind us!"

Unlike the other four life groups, gods do not die. They don't even bleed.

Usually...

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A small pair of white ears twitched as they picked up an agonized howl. The head they rested on looked up, the rest of the face mulling over the information being sent. The screeches from many creatures, definately demons, the tearing of flesh and cracking of bone, a much more human sounding voice yelling along with growls and...barks?

The most prominent detail was the all to familiar scent of blood.

The hanyou's mind was quick to process the sounds and smell. A battle was taking place very near; multiple demons were fighting with possibly a human and some sort of canine. Then again, he couldn't tell which side the canine was on, maybe it was a demon too.

Suddenly, the human's shouting became much louder and more desperate. He was losing the fight. The sounds in general had gotten louder, meaning the fight was moving closer to where he was. Whatever was going on, he wouldn't let them harm the village. Strapping a rusty sword to his waist, the hanyou rose and ran to stop the battle.

"InuYasha! Dinner!" A young female voice called from inside the house. The dark haired girl came outside and looked to the top of the house when an expected immediate response didn't come. The one meant to receive the shout was no longer on the roof.

"Where did he..."

"Wind Scar!" came a loud cry over the trees, followed by the screams as the hoard of demons vaporized into nothing.

'That's certainly a good excuse.' The girl thought. She rushed back inside to grab her bow and quiver before following the sound.

When she found the half demon, he was bending over a bloody, white ball of fur. The severed body parts of the demons were everywhere. Was the fur a survivor?

"InuYasha? What's going on?"

"That's what I'd like to know." Was the answer.

Coming closer, the girl saw that the furball was still alive, but just barely. It wasn't just a furball either.

"P...please...help..."

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The two ran back to the village, the hanyou InuYasha was carrying the bloody white fur in his arms. The girl, Kagome, upon reaching the house she and her companions were staying at, pulled her first aid kit out of her big yellow bag. The other inhabitants of the room were very surprised.

"Where's the fire Kagome?" a young monk clad in purple robes asked her.

"Did something happen to InuYasha?" inquired a young woman who appeared Kagome's age.

In curiosity, a tiny kitsune darted to the door, almost to get squashed by the subject in question. They all noted the pale, crimson lump in his arms and made room. Kagome began bandaging the wounds almost at lightning speed. After all the times InuYasha had gotten hurt and all the lessons from Kaede, she had become quite adept at the art of healing.

In a little over an hour, the creature was almost a mummy, but it was much easier to tell exactly what it was.

The group's attention was focused on the animal.

"It's a..."

(Ha ha ha ha ha! I'm not telling! Not until the next chapter that is! If you're familiar with Okami, then you already know what it is and who is with it. But if you don't...R and R if you wanna know!)