Chapter I

The day started out as any old day. It was blazing hot in the rice feild. Many and many people were harvesting the rice and bringing them into the castle, which was miles away. The soldiers roaming around in their metal plated armor whipped each slacking slave with their painful leather whips. One of the slaves carrying the the harvested rice towards the castle dropped to his knees, spilling all the rice in the bag. The soldier gaurding the man growled low in fustration, taking out his whip and started slashing at the slaves back. The pain filled crys of the worker was echoed throughout the land, making the other slaves shrud in fear. The leader of the slave drivers looked in the direction of the cry, smirking.

"Do you peasants hear that?" The man began in an dark, evil voice. "That is the sound of punishment. If any of you weaklings ever dare to slack at your duty, the consequences is what we give and what you get. Keep that in mind you slaves." He glanced at one of the slaves with curious eyes. Honestly, he was suprised to see the eighteen year old girl work faster than any other of the people. Even the strongest of the demon men there was no match for her half-demon strenght and speed. When a normal demon would only carry two sacks, she would at least carry four sacks of rice all at once to the castle each trip in her black baggy kimono pants and torn up white upper kimono. That's at least one hundred and sixteen more pounds then anyone else could carry at once. He studied her strong figure as she carried the sacks to the castle the fifteenth time today with her long dark brown hair swaing in the wind. Her brown eyes squinted forward with determanation glimming within them. Behind her was a younger boy wearing a torn up white upper kimono with a sky blue kimono shorts. His dark brown hair tied into a ponytail was glimmering in the firey hot sun. His freckled face was soaking with sweat, and his half-opened browns eyes began to blur to him in exhaustion. He carried his one, forty pound, sack while he tried to keep pace with the teenager, which he was having an hard time. 'Probably her little brother. Hm.. I don't see the similarity between the two. That girl is way stronger compared to him.' As the two reached half way there, the boy's legs gaved up on him, causing him to drop the sack and fall, using his hands to prevented him from tasting dirt. He groanded in pain as all the sores on his body made want to throw up. The girl stopped in her tracks and turnned to give the boy some assistants.

In a worried voice, the girl asked the boy, "Kohaku, are you alright?" Before he had time to answer, her brown, fuzzy dog ears heard two men walking towards them. She turnned to see a grin on the face of a man with long, black haired made into a braid, and a man with his brown hair made into a ponytail. She tightened her fists in case they planed to make a move. "Bankotsu.." she growled.

"Aww, isn't that sweet? You actually remembered my name."

"I would remember a rat anywhere, anytime." the girl hissed out.

"I won't be so negitive if I were you." the black haired man waved his pointer finger from left to right in front of her face. She growled at his guesture. "Oh, it seems we have a stubborn one on our hands here Jakotsu." Bankotsu said to the brown haired man with a slight laugh in his voice. "So peasant, what's your name?"

"Why are you so intreasted in me and not the others?" she questioned.

"We have our reasons, so just answer the damn question." Jakotsu demanded in his girl like voice.

The girl said in a strong voice, "Sango Taiji-ya.."

"Oh ho ho, so your born with the blood of the legendary youkai warrior?" Jakotsu asked.

"Who cares, we were born of the great Youkai-Bandit Clan, remember Jakotsu? We're marked with the elite symbols that only come along every fourty years. It is a sign that we are the present chosen ones. Besides, she never even got to see her father's face, nor receive the special training from him. He died in a fight will our father for Izayoi. Our father fell in love for her, but sadly, Izayoi had already fallen in love for the bastard and had this bitch. After our father and her's died, Izayoi went ahead and adopted Kohaku when Sango was six. The blood of that cursed inu-youkai now corses within her veins."

Sango glowled. "My father's name was InuTashio, and he isn't a bastard. Unlike you guys."

"No one gives a fuck about him anymore. At least we have our father's marks. You don't even have most of InuTashio's similaritys, exept for that puple rosary, and stupidity." Sango flipped Bankotsu off with her middle finger. She had to admit though, Bankotsu was right. Their faces does have the marks. There's a purple dimond on his forehead that symbolises leardship and strenght. Jakotsu has a purple strip going down his cheeks from his eyes that symbolises couarge and knowledge. Bankotsu then spotted Kohaku on the floor. "Oh, is that a slacker I see?" Sango stiffened and starts to remember her little brother. "Jakotsu, show the boy some punishment." Bankotsu ordered as he started to walk away.

"Hey, " Jakotsu asked, "where are you going?"

"I'm going to check up on the three swords Inu-what's his name possessed." He says, only to reseve a low growl from Sango. He continues walking until he remembers something. "Oh," Bankotsu turns his head to face them and says, "and don't show any mercy." With that said, he made his way back to the castle.

Jakotsu then grins. "Gladly." He then pulls out his whip and prepares to punish Kohaku. Kohaku widens his eyes as he heard the whip being brought down towards him. He shuts his eyes and waits for the leather to come apon his skin, but instead he hears a loud thup right next to his body. Kohaku snaps open his eyes and looks at his right to see rice sacks, then up to find Sango blocking him. The whip was rapped around her left forearm, preventing Jakotsu from using it. "Damn bitch!! Don't interfere with my work or else I'll have to strike you down as well!!" Jakotsu treatened. Sango smirks and janks her left arm, causing him to loose his footing. Sango then brings her right fist and uppercuts Jakotsu fifteen yards away.

"You know, I don't know why I've waited this long to stand up to you fuckers. But since you're threw, I have no attention what so ever of backing down..." she says. The other soldiers see this and come rushing to Sango, surrounding her and Kohaku. Sango just grins in exitment.

"You've injured one of our main learders!" one soldier yells.

"Now you have to be punished!" yells another.

Sango's grin widens as she burtes into laughter, making the soldiers shrud. She stops and smirks with her dog fangs overlapping her bottom lip. "Feh, alright, so you fuckers want a piece of me too?!" Sango crakes her knuckles. The soldiers were sent backing away a few steps. "Well then, come and get it!!"