Chapter 1
Pitch black. Total darkness. He tried to run, to find a way out, but his feet were taking him nowhere. He looked frantically to his left, his right. But there was nothing.
Fire erupted suddenly, right in front of his eyes. He readied his stance immediately, sensing danger. Screams filled the darkness. "Demon!" they cried. He slowly shifted his stance, looking for the source of danger.
People started to come out of the darkness, from the fire. He lowered his stance a bit, looking on in confusion. These people were dressed quite oddly, as if they came from Japan's ancient past….
A spear suddenly flew at him from the corner of his eye. He dodged it just in time. Another spear flew at him. And then another. And then another. He started to run, but more people came from the fire, blocking his exit, screaming "demon!" over and over again. His heart started to race. Were these people the enemy?
He was about to strike until he saw children. He looked on in shock as women and children came from the fire, cradling each other in fear, looking in his direction. He looked for the source of these people's fear, but he couldn't find it. When the men crept closer with spears and pitch forks raised, they were looking at him.
"I'm not your enemy!" he wanted to cry, but he couldn't seem to speak. Suddenly, a cold and round object came into his raised fist. He opened it to find a pinkish-purple orb, hanging on some sort of chain. He looked at it in confusion, yet a wash of déjà vu came upon him. Why did this object seem so familiar to him?
He gasped in horror as he saw his hand that held the fragile object.
He had claws.
'What the--?' he thought, frantically. More spears came upon him which immediately broke him from his thoughts. He ran through the fire, still clutching the pinkish-purple orb in his fist.
A massive tree suddenly came into view. He dodged once more as people threw more spears and pitch forks at him. As he was about to jump past the tree, he heard somebody scream….
"INU-YASHA!!!!!"
He looked to see who had screamed, and there she was, only a few yards away from him. A beautiful woman who had rage, hate, and betrayal in her eyes. Why did he know her somehow?
A sharp pain pierced his heart as he was slammed into the tree within seconds. The fragile orb flung from his finger tips and hit the ground with a ring. He looked down in confusion, seeing the arrow protruding from his chest.
The woman staggered to him; blood trailed in her wake. She knelt down in pain and retrieved the orb. When she looked up, horror filled his eyes as he saw her face more clearly.
"Kikyou…." his mouth had spoken.
'AKANE!?' his mind had screamed.