Note- This story thake place before Sango met Inuyasha and the others. this does not have anything to do with the story of Inuyasha. Sorry.


Sinful Blood


The sun blazed upon the decimated village.

A young man looked at this setting with content satisfaction in his eyes , knowing it was his doing. From the burning huts, sending up clouds of smoke in to the sky, to the magnificent massacre of blood spread across the dirt with the bodies of the victims brutally slaughtered.

He looked at his companions, who wore the same expression, a he. He took a look at each of them. All six of them were either relaxing or gloating with one another, which was alright. This village was pretty big.

He suddenly felt a surge of pain spread through his chest to his stomach. A wounded samurai had tried to use the last of his strength to injure the leader of the Band of Seven. The samurai soon died minutes after his attempt, due to Suikotsu's claws of steel, driven into his neck. He then removed the sword, out of his comrade's torso.

" Bankotsu, this cut is deep", he said with concern, "We should take a break, just till your healed."

"Yeah! I'd be alright with that!" Shouted Jakotsu.

"Me too!" Replied Renkotsu.

Bankotsu could see that the men needed a break. The way they looked upon him, with weary expression. He too was tired.

"fine", he groaned, "Where do you plan we stay?" The four men looked at one another then to Bankotsu.

Jakotsu spoke. "Why don't we stay here?" Suikotsu, Mukotsu, Renkotsu and Bankotsu looked at hi as if he were an idiot.

"You idiot! ",Renkotsu blurted, " I burnt already burnt down the entire village !" It was true, they'd be lucky if they were able to find something not burnt. "Nice job!" Mukotsu pouted towards Renkotsu. Renkotsu turned towards Mukotsu and punched him in the nose.

"Break it up guys!" Suikotsu demanded. He easily over towered the two, but that didn't make them stop. Soon Suikotsu was throwing in some punches.

Jakotsu ignored them and their stupid little fight. He had other things on his mind.

Up in the mountains was a village. It was so isolated from the rest of Japan that the villagers wouldn't have recognized them. Jakotsu knew if they could get Bankotsu there they would be safe for a good amount of time. Then if they wanted they could kill the entire village.

Jakotsu looked at the others, who were now wrestling each other. Man could they be annoying. "GIVE IT A REST GUYS!" His shout quieted them, "There's a village up on that mountain, they probably haven't heard of us there so we'd be safe for a while, we can get supplies and then kill all the villagers."

It seemed like a good idea. They all looked at each other and nodded. Jakotsu was actually right. Suikotsu stood to full stature. "How do you intend for us to get there with our weapons."

Jakotsu noticed a caravan that could be used to store the weapons. He ran to it and dragged it to the group. It was surprisingly still all in tacked. It was a simply put together wagon. Because they were no horses one of the men would have to carry it.

They were decided. Suikotsu and Jakotsu would carry Bankotsu, while the other would carry the weapons. The two groups would take different routes. It would be risky but once they all reached the village they would be safe.


As the ventured through the woods, they heard the heavy steps of men running though the trees. Silence over took Bankotsu, Suikotsu and Jakotsu. Bankotsu's eyes widened tremendously with horror. Suikotsu's face tightened with frustration and he sought out a plan. Jakotsu sank to the ground and clutched at where his heart was, "So this is the end of the Band of-" he was cut off by the sound of arrows flying and other such chaos breaking loose.

Suikotsu and Jakotsu grabbed their injured brother and ran though a thick bush of juniper. It only got more difficult as they saw the steep hill they would need to run up. It was dangerous, the trees would produce some coverage but they would still be visible, this meant they would have to be extra carefully but also swifter. Jakotsu felt Bankotsu's arm moving shakily on his shoulder, he was shivering from lose of blood.

Once they finally climbed up the hill, the woods became less harsh. Behind them lay the hill with its overgrown bushes and ancient trees. To every side of them were tall lush ferns, they would provide food and cover, if worst came. The sound of crows was able to be made out. Suikotsu's stomach crumbled at the thought of a nice roasted crow.

"We can make camp here." Said an injured Bankotsu. They were a little shocked to here him speak but gently helped him limp toward a tree. Jakotsu looked at his brother with worry. The wound in his side looked ghastly. Bankotsu's beautiful white hoari had deep reddish-brown stains. He was also looking paler. He would die tonight if he didn't receive attention, and he knew this as well as the others.

Jakotsu, pass me some damn sake." Said Bankotsu, his throat was dry and raspy. Jakotsu gave the drink to Bankotsu, who practically inhaled the liquid.

Suikotsu was bent down collecting small curled ferns for roasting. He decided a nice warm stew would do them good. It was probably the only thing that would be good. Sure, the campground they chose worked as a barrier but the grounds were rough and terribly bumpy. Could it get any worse?

Suddenly, the birds overhead bolted into the sky, franticly, with harsh cawing, warning the group of danger coming at great speed. The group was horror stuck their enemy was silent. Nothing could be heard. Slowly they pick up a faint whooshing sound, it was getting louder. Suddenly a gigantic arrow came ripping towards them, going straight for the tree Bankotsu was propped up against. Bankotsu eyes widened. Death had come out of nowhere with its final blast for him. With what little strength he had left, Bankotsu leaned himself on his arm and lowered himself to the ground.

But the arrow was faster than him on its flight by him it grazed across his back. Bankotsu shot out a cry of pain. He fell to the ground. All went silent again. A rustling came. Out appeared a dark shadowy figure. Their face was covered with a mask and their hair pulled into a tight binding. The stood their scanning the area their shot its attention to Bankotsu who lay on the ground. They rushed to his side and checked to make sure he was alive. He heard the person release a sigh.

Bankotsu was feeling dizzy and his body heavy, he passed out.


Sango had just finished sharpening Hiraikotsu. It was beautiful and she took great pride in it, for it was her grandfather's weapon she had inherited from him. It was suppose to go to to a male family member but he died before Kohaku was born so it was given to her. She thanked her grandfather greatly for this meant she would be trained to be a taijiya.

After she cleaned up she decided to test out her handywork. She quietly and swiftly went to her hut and crept into her room wear her beautiful armor lay, draped on a stool. It was magnificent, made out of tough demon hide and spider silk.

Sango striped off her yukura and gently put in the fine armor. She put her long hair into a tight secure binding. She felt proud, this was her village's tradition, to exterminate demons the harm others. She put her peasant yukura on overtop, so that she wouldn't be scolded by her elders, or worse, her father and mother.

She walked through the busy village to a clearing were it was always silent, and only a few trees. She threw her weapons through the foliage and waited in silence for its return. She heard a loud agonizing cry from within the shrubbery.

Horror struck her, she had injured someone. The penalty for such a crime would be to be striped of her duty of Taijiya. She dashed to the side of the wounded man. She sighed when she saw his breathing but he was shivering from lose of blood he would die if she didn't help. She got up and ran to get her father.


Suikotsu and Jakotsu crept out from the ferns. And went to Bankotsu's side. If he died before that girl came back with her father, they wanted to be near him. They sat in silence. Not knowing whether to curse Kami or pray to him for their friend. In anyway they were silent they didn't know what to say and with Bankotsu passed out their words would be nothing but wasted words.

Suikotsu's body was heavy he needed to rest and his legs ached from being crouched for so long. He propped himself against the other side of the tree and fell into sleep. Jakotsu sat at the side of his brother like a loyal dog, waiting in anticipation for some sign of hope.


Sango ran to the spot where she left the man with her father and to of his comrades. Her father did not know what his daughter wanted to show him but she was frantic and out of breath when she came to him, her cheek burning with tears and her sentences not making sense.

When they got to the spot they all gasped in horror. Before them lay a site of blood with three young men set in the blood. One resting on the tree, one in complete silence, he looked like a ghost. And the last man lay in the blood and extremely deathly.

He went to the young man and lifted him in his arms. His comrades collected the other to and headed back to camp where they would try and save the one lad. Sango's father felt the boy's breathing thank Kami he was still alive.

He smiled slightly. The boy was a fighter alright, both spiritually and physically. He could feel the boy's muscles in his arms. He hoped Kohaku would turn out like this young man. He quickened his pace to the healer's hut. He did not want the boy to die in his arms." If you don't die your welcomed to stay in our village and I will train you as a taijiya". He said to the boy in silence. He felt guilt that his boy was injured in his village, a village that was infamous for protecting others.

He turned to his daughter, she was a mess of hysterics. She too felt guilty, and worried sick. "I'm so sorry, papa." She cried repeatedly. It was not like Sango, she was always strong and she never called him "papa" since she was six. She must be suffering from extreme worry. Her father thought to himself. But what made him worry the most was how Sango could have caused this much Harm?


A/N-Well I found this story and my drawer an decided to revise it. I know it sounds mushy, sorry. Please tell me what you think. It's been a while since I wrote.

Oh, yeah ,and does anyone know the name of Sango's father?