(( Author's Note: Hello there~ This is a fail attempt of mine in writing anything that looks like a work of fiction. Whatever kind of help and correction is gladly accepted! ;DD
Random information: The whole traveling thing, as well as the stories, takes place somewhere around the Feudal Era of Japan, in Japan. The places change a lot, and they're fictional most of the time. I put it under the Inuyasha section because Aika -the demon- was based on the demon concept of the Inuyasha manga/anime. ))
Introduction
Demons were always mysterious creatures. The possessed unnatural powers, they didn't quite look human, and most of all, they were immortal. And while some of those strange demon beings were worshiped by the humans and protected them in return, others were called out as evil creatures that caused trouble to everyone. In overall, you could say that they were much like gods. Good and bad gods. Helping and troubling gods. Demons.
Those who were worshiped by the humans, lived in shrines especially made for them, and those who weren't worshiped and thought of as bad influence, lived in forests, mountains, anywhere away from the humans. But there was one, one alone, that, even though had a small, rocky shrine, traveled along the human roads, visiting villages, towns, castles, mountains, forests, and anything else visible to the bare eye. A demon of pleasure and good time, with traits of mischief and shape-shifting abilities. A Tanuki demon. And a female at that. With long, light, brown hair, eyes as black as the night sky, a light kimono over her human disguise, and a large straw hat on her head, the female Tanuki walked and traveled around the world for a long time. A weird interest for the small duration of the human life had taken over her head, and it wouldn't calm down until she had seen, heard and witnessed more.
In the many years she traveled, she found herself learning so many new things, not ever known by any other demon. Stories of friendships, family, love, departure, told in such a short time. And even though they seemed much like minutes for the demon, they would last for centuries, passed down from generation to generation, eventually becoming legends of the past, myths and stories the grandmother had invented to lure the children into sleeping. And yet they would remain. They would forever last the centuries that went and came, showing those fragile mortals the strength of emotions and bonds.