Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha. I only own my characters, Inushago, his brothers and sisters and a new character, Mikoto.

I hope you all like this story. Mikoto, my poor, poor Mikoto. She has so many problems, and in this chapter, we get to see the root of these problems. I hope this chapter is good in it's purpose. Let me know, ok?

Prologue - A Painful Past

A young Inu demoness stood defiantly in front of her father as he barked abuse at her. Tears welled in her eyes as she took the verbal hits. His words were killing her. They stood in the browning autumn courtyard of their home. Behind the old demon stood their castle like home and behind the youth; the gates leading to the outside world, a world which she was told was evil and dangerous.

"How dare you defy me?! This would never have been happening if The Rightful Heir had not died and if that half breed whelp had not disappeared!"

The old man had gone into a rage when she had refused the demon courtier that had come calling for her hand. She was young and didn't feel right settling down, submitting to some male and pumping out offspring like her mother before her. All her life she had submitted to her father in the hope of making her father proud of her. But her attempts were in vain. He had beaten her and tortured her, her whole life and even now. Now she had decided she'd had enough; she wanted to live true to herself.

"That's it! Insolent pup! You die where you stand! How dare you defy me; the head of this pack?! I was a main advisor to the Lord of the Western Lands four hundred and fifty years ago; long before you were even thought of! Now, DIE!"

The old dog lunged at his daughter, fangs and claws bared, ready for the kill. Instinct took over the young demoness and she turned tail, running to save her life. She knew her father wasn't long for this world; a couple of years at the most. He'd never keep up; he was slowing down in his old age. So she ran as fast as she could. But she knew he wouldn't rest til she was in a grave. She reached the locked gate and leapt high into the air and over the wall into her freedom. The old demon stopped at the wall and howled after his daughter.

"Fine! Have your pathetic life! You are worthless to my pack if you won't do as I say!"

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Dear Sister,

Father is dead, he has been for some time now.

Fifty years you've been gone. You may come home.

Please, come home.

Love Hevn.

Brown hair shook with a shake of the head. A hand reached out and began composing a response to the small note.

Hevn,

As glad as I am to hear that, the pack will forever

be Father's. I cannot return – EVER. A power is waking, and I

wish to serve that power. I am sorry, my twin.

Love always,

Mikoto.

Mikoto placed her note back in the envelope her sister's arrived in, along with the original note, sealed the envelope and wrote 'RTS' in the top right hand corner. The demoness rose from her seat and went outside to post the letter. Looking to the west at the setting sun, she felt a weak demon approach from the east. Turning, she saw an elegant man, no, demon with bloodstained silver hair approaching. His kimono was also torn and bloodstained. A crescent moon sat sparely on his forehead and his cheeks were decorated with two purple stripes. His golden orbs locked with her caramel ones before he passed out and fell to the ground in an exhausted heap. Mikoto hurried over to his side, turning him onto his back, to see the extent of his injuries.

'Well, at least he won't die. These wounds are pretty bad, but if I can treat them well enough, perhaps he shall heal quickly,' she thought as she sighed.

"Sir? Sir!? Are you ok? Sir?!" Mikoto shook the demon as she called to him. He stirred and forcibly opened his eyes. The moment Mikoto looked into them, she was mesmerised.

"Inu youkai. Sesshomaru. Western Lands." His voice was rich and smooth, surprising the young demoness. When he finished talking, though, he passed again.

"Come on then, Sesshomaru," she said to him, picking him up. "I don't know why I'm doing this. You may rest in my house. Though, let's not tell you that I carried you. Something tells me that would hurt your pride."

End Prologue.

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