Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters; I do however own Takai and the characters put in that are not part of the movie or manga

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Guide on Story

Italics—when in 'quotations like these' then it's a person thinking, when just plain like this it's a word usually emphasized by the speaker or author (me)

Bold—It's an important term or phrase, and sometimes it'll be used if the speaker is expressing in a more forceful volume or the speaker is angered and not yelling, the words will be bolded.

Underline—Used only if a speaker is trying to get a point across, Example "I don't think you understand the situation, it's for me to know and you to find out" It'll also be used as title headings and if the speaker is giving the name of a certain important place or something.

(Parenthesis)—Only used if I put in author input, or random input, won't be often, they are also used just to add a little input if I add something in the sentence that doesn't fit right naturally, so it must be added. For example –Her skin was deeply tanned (naturally of course)

Arrows> --Only used for onomatopoeia's

Emma: So anyway, sorry for all that crap I had to put, but I wantcha to understand you know? So anyway, I hope you like this story, it's pretty much cheesy in the prologue, then it's funny and weird…and then maybe more cheesy goodness, ha ha ha.

So here we are!

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Prologue---The Bud and The Bird

A little girl sat restlessly on the grass; she tapped her feet and mindlessly drummed her fingers on the deep green blades. She had fiery crimson hair and her eyes were golden brown. Her skin was deeply tanned (naturally of course), and her face bore a number of light freckles. She had a simple body shape, she was far to young to be curved and gracefully sculpted, but she obviously was a hard worker, for she had noticeably strong arms and legs, and was very in shape. Besides her hair, her most noticeable features were her sharply pointed ears protruding slightly from the thick red. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she wasn't ugly either.

As she waited, her face etched with boredom, her attention shifted from the sky to a small spider. She watched it as it gracefully spun silver threads between the blades of green grass. Her work had noticeably been started yesterday, for the outer edges of the web were sparkling with morning dew. She pondered on how this spider so delicately spun when a cold icy wetness that drenched her body suddenly turned her attention away.

"Oops! Sorry, it was only your hair! For a moment, I was afraid your head had caught fire!"

She wiped the water from her eyes and looked up into the smirking face of a demon boy, who held an empty water pail at his side. His fiery eyes burned triumphantly and held more of a cruel smirk than his lips were showing. His long black braid shifted, moving lightly in the breeze, his bangs against his light tanned skin. She couldn't help but look at him a moment longer before she folded her arms and turned her nose up the other way defiantly.

"Hmph, have you come again to taunt me today Hiten, that's only like you! I was just having a nice morning and you had to show up!" She snapped.

Hiten laughed jubilantly, yet harshly "You're a horrible liar Takai, you know you just wait here for me everyday!"

Takai blushed lightly but retorted.

"Don't be stupid! Who in their right mind would want to be around a selfish, mean and unattractive demon such as yourself! Especially with the rude comments I take everyday!"

She said it quite convincingly, even though she knew quite well she was lying, and she knew that Hiten did too. But this was how it went everyday, and she didn't feel the need to break routine.

Hiten smirked "I better not come around you anymore eh? If you keep that reaction to my looks, then your face may end up being as red as your hair! We wouldn't want you exploding now."

"Why don't you go play with your brother Hiten, since I am obviously too busy to deal with your cruelty today!"

Hiten chuckled "You forget, Monten still has learning, my father and mother would never let him leave this early without his lessons!"

All the same, the same words as everyday. After that, he would usually make another crack about her hair or something about her freckles, which made her chase him, yelling profanity and telling him to take it back. Of course, then he wouldn't take it back, so they'd spend the rest of the day fighting with their demonic powers. Yes, a typical day, Takai loved every minute of it.

Hiten stretched "Anyway Takai, it's a new day today."

She opened her eyes and looked at him, slightly shocked. 'Wait no wise cracks, no jokes?'

"What do you mean by that?"

He smirked "I brought myself a friend, looks like you're off the hook today, bet you're relieved."

At that, a young girl walked up next to him.

"Hi Hiten." She giggle linking her arm with his.

Takai had to force herself to keep her mouth shut, and push the jealousy away. This girl wasn't only pretty; she was perfect. Her long black hair was loosely tied back; green eyes shown against pale skin.

"Takai, I'd like you to meet Kirsai, my girlfriend for the day."

Kirsai giggled "Hi, you ready to go Hiten?"

"Yes I am, anyway, see you Takai." He turned and walked away.

Takai took her time staring after them, half in jealousy, and half hurt. She was finally able to turn around, and run off, crying.

'Why am I crying? I shouldn't be crying' she cried, and she kept crying until it was time to sleep, even then, the tears didn't stop.

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I'm your little budding rose, dressed in velvet red

As a hatchling, you are the bird, who waltzes in the field

I remember, your beak was sharp, and you poked at me in fun

Yet you still stayed near and protected me, when the day was over

But I'm still just, your budding rose, planted in the ground

And you're a bird, with flight under your wings

I'm still the budding rose, always your little rose

And I knew one day that you'd fly away

With a butterfly at your side

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The day's that followed were similar, Hiten would come, most everyday, with a new girl clinging to his arm. But some days, there was no girl, and (even though Takai was really curious where each girl went off to) their regular routine would go as it used to, but it was never the same, and Hiten regulated the routine less and less, everyday.

One day, Hiten didn't come.

Takai didn't understand it, why did she miss him? The cold water, the cruel comments, the fights and the end of the day counting the scars on her body that her travels and fights with Hiten had given her, and she remember cleaning off her bloodied body. She remember one thing though, she remember, how he would help her. While she cleaned the blood, Hiten would take the rage soiled with blood and clean it in the river for her so she could commence her cleaning. Then he would wait; he would wait to be sure that she could be able to walk home on her own, if she was okay, he'd make a taunting comment and then head home. But, if she was unable at all to walk, if her legs were bruised and hurt to move, then he'd pull her up onto his back, and he would carry her home, and he wouldn't complain. But most of the time they spent together was for him to taunt her, why did she miss it! Why did she wish that she could her his taunts, feel his lightning when he threw his powerful attacks at her, why did she want him back?

Was it because the pain was unbearable, without him there? Or did she really love him.

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