Chapter 1: A New Discovery

"Mom, I'm home!" Kouhei announced as he walked through the door and sat his backpack down on the table. He sighed heavily and plopped down on the couch next to where his sister, Kinunari, sat, flipping through the channels of the television in frustration. He watched one of her furry black ears twitch and let out a small laugh.

Kouhei had semi-short, silver-white hair and shining golden orbs, which made him very different from the other people at school. Kouhei had never met his father, but never really got through the topic for very long with his mother. His mother had told him a little bit about his father, when he had asked when he was younger. He didn't have furry dog ears like his father and sister. His were more human. She had told him that it was just about the only difference between them.

Well, their looks anyways.

His father's attitude was much like that of his sisters. Or so his mother had told him. She was very stubborn, rude, and arrogant, and loved ramen. (Hehe...) He would bet a million she was the least girly girl in the whole school.

She had furry black dog ears that stuck out from behind her bangs, that were uniquely tipped with silver. She had long black hair, not too different from her mothers. Her eyes were a dark violet color. At school she hid her furry black dog ears with a spell cast into the small diamond on her ring. Her mother's powers were very useful.

He got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen where his mother had been preparing dinner, smelling the rising steam from the pot she hovered over.

"Mmm…Ramen," he said, moving closer to the pot. His mom laughed lightly, apparently lost in her thoughts. "What are you thinking about, mom?"

"Nothing…just…remembering stuff, that's all. How was your day?" he knew she was thinking about his father, but he decided not to press further on the subject.

"Oh, you know, same old, same old…" he said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, go get Kinu, supper's ready," she said, turning back to the steaming pot.

"Coming!" Kinunari shouted from the living room.

"Or not," his mother laughed. He could tell it was forced. She had always been like this, no matter what he did to try to cheer her up. He sighed, and took his seat at the small table.

After supper he sat down beside his sister on the couch—again—and watched television with her for a while.


It was getting late, his sister had fallen asleep watching one of her favorite movies, and his mother had gone to bed hours ago. He tried not to move too much, because Kinunari was resting her head lightly on his shoulder. He stood up slowly, and very carefully laid her down. He grabbed the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch, and wrapped it around his little sister protectively.

He crept his way quietly up the stairs, making his way to his own comfortable bed. On his way down the hallway he heard sniffling and light laughter coming from the farthest end. His mother's room. What could she be laughing--and crying by the sound of it--about? He went quietly to the end of the hall in complete darkness, and as he got closer, saw a small glow, probably from a lamp, shine from the crack under the door. He opened the door slowly and quietly, making sure not to startle her. "Mom?" he whispered, unsure of himself.

She looked up slowly, her eyes shining with fresh tears as she looked at him. "What are you doing up this late, Kouhei?" she asked.

"I was going to bed, but I heard you in here…" he whispered back. "What's wrong, mom?" he hated to see her cry. Hated it. Hated it. "And don't say 'nothing.' Because I know it's something."

"Come here." She gestured with her hand, and he came and sat beside her on the bed. She pulled a small book from beside her, and opened it for him to look at. The first picture he saw made him almost mistake the person in it as himself. He knew he looked a lot like his father, but not that much.

His golden orbs were glaring at the camera angrily, his arms crossed, a frown on his lips. He had white hair—just like his—dog ears, similar to his sister's, and was wearing a red haori and red hakama pants. A small child was perched on his shoulder, with what looked like an animal pelt covering his front, a fluffy foxtail, and padded feet like a fox. Another man, standing to his left, was dressed in purple monks' robes, a staff leaning against his shoulder. A woman on the other side of him had a giant boomerang slung over her shoulder, and was wearing an old-fashioned kimono. Beside her on the ground was a small kitten, but it had two tails. He looked at his mom in confusion. She only smiled back. This one was different. This smile was real.

She pointed to the monk. "That's Miroku…" her finger traveled to the woman, "…that's Sango…" she pointed to the small child, "…Shippo…" then she pointed to the small kitten,"…Kirara…" she hesitated a moment, then whispered, slightly uncomfortably, "…and Inuyasha." He looked at the picture again. His finger traveled over the man in the middle of the picture. This had to be him. This had to be his dad.

Inuyasha

His eyes traveled to the next picture. There was Inuyasha…and…his mother. Inuyasha looked slightly different then he had in the other picture, because he was smiling happily up at the person holding the camera, his arm wrapped around his mother's shoulders. She was also smiling up at the camera, snuggling lovingly into Inuyasha's shoulder, clutching a bow and arrow in one hand. He smiled at the picture.

"I miss him so much…" Kagome whispered. He looked up at her.

"What happened?" he whispered, again experiencing a feeling of uncertainty. He looked sadly over into her chocolate brown eyes, as if questioning her further.

"Well…" she took a deep breath before continuing. "I met Inuyasha on my fifteenth birthday. Souta and I were looking for Buyo down in the well house and…something pulled me down the well. I didn't know where I was at first, but I soon found out that I had somehow time traveled into Feudal Japan…" she looked at him uncertainly. Even though it all sounded very ridiculous and not to mention impossible, he listened.

He knew she was telling the truth. There was something in her eyes that told him to believe her. So he did.

He listened intently as she explained how she found Inuyasha, pinned to a tree, with an arrow in his heart. He cringed at the thought. She told him of how he had tried to kill her to get the jewel, how she had shattered it, and how she grew to love him. She told him of all the hard times, and the good times, and when she had shot Inuyasha in the heart with an arrow for the second time, and how he had almost become a slave to his own demonic blood (he had become very confused at this part because he knew nothing of demons, so she had to explain it to him that him, his sister, and his father were hanyou's), and how he had been possessed by an evil sword…

No matter how ridiculous and stupid it seemed, he still listened, and he knew she was telling the truth. He believed every word of it.

She soon finished her story when she said that the well had sealed itself up somehow after they had killed Naraku (she had to explain who that was) and that he was only two years old when it had.

'So that's why I don't remember anything about dad...,' he thought. 'Whoa...it kind of sounds weird saying 'dad'...'

He took a look at the clock, and his eyes immediately widened.

4:47 a.m.

"I'm going to go to bed, mom…it's already late…" he said, kissing her goodnight on the cheek and walking slowly and quietly out of the room.

Kouhei couldn't sleep that night. He was too caught on thoughts of Inuyasha…of his father. He had realized now the torture that had been his life, and could not bear to think of the pain and suffering his father had been through. He wondered if his dad was even alive.

'Why are you thinking that you moron!' he scolded himself. He truly didn't want to even rest on that fact. No, not fact…thought.

The sun soon began to rise, and he still hadn't gotten any sleep. He looked out the window at the old shrine out in the well house. He decided, even though something inside of him was telling him not to, to go and check out the well. He quickly dressed into some dark jeans and a red t-shirt, and opened the curtains. The sun was slowly rising, and he wanted to check out the well house before his mom got up and started worrying about him.

He slid quickly down the stairs, and, careful not to disturb anyone, managed to make it out of the house.

He crept his way to the well house, opening the door quietly, though he was sure that no one could hear him. The well house was dark, but he still made it through the darkness, and stopped when he felt a wooden surface against his fingers. He knelt down next to the well, looking down into the dark depths. Something down there was daring him to jump. But he decided to follow his common sense instead.

He suddenly heard a small crash from behind him, making him shoot up…and trip. He fell backwards into the well, desperately trying to find something to grab on to, but to no avail. He expected to be knocked out cold when he hit the bottom of the well…but that never came.

Suddenly, he was devoured in a blinding blue light, and transported 500 years into the past.

Glossary

Kouhei—Armed warrior

Kinunari--yeah...something that has to do with "golden" and "howl"

Haori—a sort of Japanese jacket/shirt, y'know…like the one Inuyasha wears

Hakama—those awesomely cool pants that Inuyasha wears!! XD

Wow! That's it! This is really my first attempt at writing an Inuyasha story…and it turned out OK…if there is anything that you didn't get or if there are any mistakes or anything…just let me know! Anything to make my story better. I think this one might actually be worth keeping…

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha…I am going to curl up in my little corner and cry hysterically in the fetal position…yeah…sounds good…