Disclaimer:I own nothing not inuyasha especially. Yeesh….likeI would own inuyasha!

There once was a legend about five people joining together to defeat an evil demon called Naraku.

There was a half-demon named Inuyasha. He was aggorant, rude and strong that could only be controlled by the miko of the group. A mysterious demon that had been pinned to a tree by another miko. No one knew much about him other than he was the leader of the group and had a huge demon fang for a weapon.

There was a miko named Kagome, everyone said when she walked all the wind blowed and the angels would sing. She was pure and innocent with huge power beyond her years. Expert with the bow and controlling Inuyasha. She heals all around her with her care and generosity.

There was a demon slayer, last of her village after it was destroyed by a horde of demons. Expert with her boomerang and hand to hand combat, she was a worrior, not a woman. She was kind and helped all who needed it, but she was not one to be messed with. She had a demon cat named Kirara for a companion

There was a monk with a windtunnel in his right hand. His name was Miroku and he was a womanizer. He was calm and collected in tough situations and an impressive hand to hand fighter. His weapon of choice was a staff that was handed down through his family. He could outsmart the quickest men and he helped everyone he came across.

The last of their little group was a young Fox Demon named Shippo. His parents were killed by thunder demons and shortly after joined up with the group. Being a kitsune, he was an expert at trickery and being annoying. The miko was his adopted mother and amused himself by annoying the hanyou. He was frightened easily, but determind. He helped were he could and used his tricks to distract any demon the group was fighting. He was a part of the bricks that held the group together.

The group had fought the mighty demon Naraku, and after many hours of fighting they finally killed him and added the last of the shards of the jewel together. Unfortunately, the only one to survive to that point was the young miko, grief stricken as much as she was she asked that the world be forever safe and at peace. In front of a village she and all the Inu-Tachi, as everyone called them, disappeared in a blast of white light, never to be seen again. Not even a piece of their corpses were left behind, all there was was a small jewel worth no more than a pebble off the ground.

-Neko-