Disclaimer: No. I'll never own Inuyasha, but I do own my Sesshomaru plushy!
Gypsies.
At least, I think that's what they call us…the rebel kitsunes, though only about a dozen of us are actually fox youkai. Our story or better yet, my story began before I was ever called such a thing.
Some would say that the beginning of a life tale is when the person is born. However, I cannot truly say I was living up until half a century ago. Being one born into a semi wealthy family can do that to anyone and it could have never prepared my brother or me for our dark future. Both of us, being considerably pampered, rarely had worked a day's labor in our long lives, and were given everything we'd needed and more. As great as it was, our wealth did nothing for our home when it really mattered.
Uprooted from our native soil, which Naraku, an evil and vengeful hanyou, seized one bloody night a little more than fifty years ago. Anyone who resisted the resulting dictatorship endangered themselves, their families and very livelihood.
However, a small group of rebels, including my father, secretly hid their loved ones in the nearby western boarders. Sadly, the plan to escape into peaceful lands ended in disaster.
Half-breeds being his main target, a giant inu-youkai mercilessly took to slaughter more than half of the hundreds of young kits and mothers. Ultimately being killed by the same form of wickedness from which they were hiding.
After the massacre, those who escaped were left to find a different way to live, most without the comforts of family and few possessions. And although some ended separating from the original migrants to live their own lives, the remainder of my family, and several others, made the decision to begin a new life together as wandering merchants. This profession, earning us the more common name of gypsies. Though it worked well enough in many human populated areas, where most of us could easily mask our true forms, to net a good earning.
And then, finally, fifty years after our lands were stolen and families murdered, we slowly made our way near the boarders of the Western lands and the small meadow forever home to the remains of our kin. Those very facts gave me an opening to repair our lives to what they used to be. If only I had known what my stubborn and fragile heart was getting into, I would have avoided it altogether.
Note: I believe this is my first fanfic ever posted on this site and my first Inuyasha so ifI get any of the facts wrong please notify me through a review. Finally, though I do write them sometimes, Flames will not be listened to unless the reviewer gives some kind of back up to their statements (i.e. "your story sucks"). Those types of reviews just make you sound stupid...and we all know you flamers out thereare smarter than that. I hope you all enjoy this.
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