Tradition
Disclaimer - I don't own Naruto or Inuyasha(sadly...)
Definition of tradition: Something that your people have done for many years that's your Definition.
My definition of tradition being enslaved to a demon will pretty different huh? . My village has been terrorizes by demons for hundreds of years. 1. My people can't fight and 2 Konoha is too far away and 3, we too poor to hire ninja. So to keep the peace my village sacrifices girls every 10 years to be there slave pretty pathetic huh. I was only eight years old when I first saw them truth be told I thought there's demons were pretty beautiful with their long silky hair, pale skin and amazing features. But that was before they picked my mom. I was devastated and I never seen my father cried before but there was nothing we could do I guess that pretty much hurts to not be able to help the people that you love when they need you the most. It's been 10 years since that day and they coming back to choose more… I try not to think about that day that they took my mom away from me but it haunts my life day and night. My dad use to be such a joyful man but now h lifeless a zombie that's just wonders around the house aimlessly.
"Tradition says that we got to dress up for them the whole thing disgust me that we got to make our self's pretty for them ".Lamb's to the slaughter, I wish my people would just stand up to them already. We don't know what they do with our women. But no one has ever seen a women come back to the village. The only good thing about today was when my best friend Mai comes over. Mai is pretty tall well rather taller than me, she has long brown hair with amazing green eyes all the boys in the village wants her. Well lets go to me I'm much shorter than most girls my age but I'm much more curvy I got red hair with amazing eyes at least that's what the boys tell me. My nickname around here is the red hot chili due to my anger. Let's just say I don't take shite… I hate this tradition, I hate my life but most of all I hate the demon that took my mom. Don't think I'm emo or anything but my life sucks period!. Mai handed me a ticket one that would be warned over my neck the number 18 in blazed on it, I felt my heart sink I wanted to be the last number so I wouldn't have to look at their cursed faces. I told her "I thought I asked you for the highest number you could find." Mai looked embarrassed at my tone, I didn't mean to be upset with her. She was my best friend and today was not the day that I wanted to begin badly; it was going to worse a lot sooner than I had ever hoped it would. Unlike Mai I did not wear a dress for the occasion I wore a short with a tank top I wasn't going to make myself nice for these bastards. We walked in straight line towards the village square the demons had already arrived; they sat on a wooden platform seated in comfortable cushions. I tried not to look at them, briefly scanning their faces when my eyes fixed themselves on the second last demon on the right. He looked younger than most practically a tween barely over the age of 15. He practically looked human but I knew the truth.
His eyes caught my attention. They were the same sort of eyes that the demon that took my mother had. It only took ten minutes for them to decide those ten minutes were the longest of my life. Then the demon I had notice earlier climbed down the steps and stood directly in front of me. Without thinking I blurted out an indignant "What?" daring him, to respond. He just smirked. They then begun calling out the numbers my heart nearly stopped when they called the number 19. Mai was chosen; the demon that stood in front of me smirked and said number 18. At that moment my whole world crumbled around me.