Disclaimer: Alright, I admit it, I don't own Natasha or the characters….I'm going to go and cry now. By the way, my co-author, Bizzare Dragon, owns nothing as well…..if one of us did own it, well this and her story, Change of Heart, would be "reality".

Title: Butterfly Kisses

Authors: Jilion Tealleaf and Bizzare Dragon

Rating: T (Could go up later, but that is unlikely)

Summery: Kyraia is a normal seventeen year old girl with a very unusual past, she's the Band of Seven's little sister. Now, what's a girl to do when everything she holds dear, is taken away from her, and then, thrust back into her life? This is the story of the Band of Seven through their and their younger sister's eyes. Eventually this will go into how the Band will help to destroy Naraku. I also have the honor of saying that Bizzare Dragon will be helping me write it! R&R! Sorry for any OCC's, but this is from their side of the story……

Extra Notes: Note, I am putting the main character thing as Bankotsu and Jakotsu, however this is not a love story between these two, they are simply two of my main characters, I might change the main character thing later on...but who knows...

The title of the story is taken from the song "Butterfly Kisses" by Bob Carlisle. If you listen to the song, it talks about a father's thoughts on his daughter growing. Now, if you were to change the idea from "father and daughter" to "brothers and sister" you have the basis of my (our) story. You can listen to it at: song is really touching, especially to any fathers, mothers, grandparents, aunts or uncles, or friends who care about a little girl and have had to watch her grow up into a beautiful young woman. The first few chapters are going to be about Kyraia's past, in other words it'll jump from month to month, hitting the really important events. To make my story work, I have to change the age of some of the member of the band. They are as follows:

Bankotsu: 19 years old

Jakotsu: 21 years old

Renkotsu: 23 years old

Suikotsu: 25 years old

Ginkotsu: 26 years old

Mukotsu: 35 years old

Kyouykotsu: 33 years old

Now, enough rambling, on with the story!

The slight breeze danced through the young child's hair as she bent down to pick another flower. Her father had invited the village elder and his wife over for dinner, as usual, trying to arrange a proper marriage for her; lest she go down the same path as her elder half-brother.

Her half-brother, there was a thought; tall, dark, handsome, loyal, caring. He was what every girl could ever hope for, with one flaw, he killed for a living. But, being four years old the young girl didn't realize this until she was much older.

For some unknown reason, at least unknown to her, her father refused to talk about his step-son. The only thing she ever was told was that he was a disgrace to the family. On the few occasions that he came home, their mother treated him like a king. (Or at least what a four year old imagines what a king is treated like) Her father coldly ignored him.

Right now she wasn't really worrying about it; instead she was worrying about a pretty flower arrangement for dinner. When she had a nice bundle of flowers, she began the wonderful walk home.

A piercing scream rang through the calm, warm afternoon silence. The little girl began to run as fast as her tiny legs would carry her, dropping the flowers along the way, towards her village. When she reached the last hilltop, she saw a site that would be implanted in her mind, and haunt her in the darkest hours of the night…her home was being destroyed. The houses were on fire, men on horses were killing the villagers, and she saw babies being ripped from mother's arms, only to be killed and the mother's taken somewhere else…

Acting on instinct alone, she ran towards the woods near the village and hide, tears falling freely. But no matter how tightly she closed her eyes, no matter how hard she clasped her hands over her ears, she heard and saw the destruction, and the tears still came.

Eventually the screaming stopped, and the terrible voices ceased to speaking. She peered out from her hiding place and onto the once proud standing village, only to see ashes and bodies. The strange men seemed to be gone, having come to get what they wanted, fun and women. She crept so quietly out of her little hole and onto the path that led down to the ruined village; picking up the dropped flowers along the way.

When she reached her once standing home she saw a site that almost killed her….her mother's bruised and burned body laying beside her fathers mangled body. She ran over to them, the tears falling once again, and collapsed on her mother's body. That night, the little girl cried herself to sleep, lying on her mother's dead body.

Twilight was breaking and a young man with a black braid and a large sword walked towards his home village. His mother's birthday was soon approaching, and since he was in the area, he might as well see her. Coming down the dirt road he saw a sight that made him stop and stare. His home, as much as he hated it, was gone. He could see a spiral of smoke coming from the ashes.

As he entered the village he saw the mangled, dead bodies of the people who he had grown up with. None of this made him stop, however. He was use to this type of destruction; after all, he caused the same type of terror.

Even looking at his now ruined house he didn't even stop. However, when he saw the small body lying across a woman, he paused. It was his mother and sister. Stepping over the body of his step-father without even looking down, he kneeled down by the bodies of his sister and mother

Moving the little girl, he stared down at the body of his mother and brushed some loose hair away from her face. As soon as he touched her face, a small, tiny, hand grabbed his wrist. Looking over, he saw the gaunt, pulled back face of his little sister.

"Don't touch her! Please! Haven't you done enough?" at this point the girl broke down and began to weep once again.

"Kyraia, stop crying now! What happened?" he said as he pulled her into his lap.

"Ban-Bankotsu? Is it really you?" the girl looked at him with such wonder and hope.

"Yes, now what happened" he said in the most soothing voice he could muster.

"The bad men attacked. They-they burned down the vil-village, and killed everyone!" the last line was practically a sheik as she hugged her brother tightly, crying into his shoulder.

"Are you alright? Did anyone hurt you?"

His only response was a shaking head and more tears. Setting her down, he stood up, placed his sword on his shoulder and picked her back up. "Calm down, no ones' going to hurt you. Let's get some rest, and I'll take care of the bodies tomorrow morning." With that said, he began walking down the same path he came from, with is little sister drifting off to sleep in his arms.

"Aniki? You're back alread……who's the kid?" a man dressed in a beautiful kimono asked.

"Ja, this is my younger sister, you know, the one that you saw a few years ago…"

"That's her? Wow she's grown. But what are you doing with her? I seriously can't see her hunk of a father letting you go anywhere with her."

"He didn't, my village was burned. Everyone's dead, well except Kyraia."

"Well sit down, get some rest. Are you hungry? I caught some fish. Never mind, I'll just dish you some up anyway. So, what are you going to do with her? I mean you can't really keep her…she'd just be in danger."

"Jak, what am I supposed to do with her? Drop her off at some midwife's place, she'd never forgive me. I'm her only family. We are going to have to keep her, and just make sure that she stays out of danger, at least until she can fight. But right now I don't really want to argue about it, I'm kind of tired." As if to emphasize his point he gave a loud yawn.

"Right, I suppose you're right, it will be…nice. But what are the others going to say?"

"I really don't care what they say or think. She's my little sister; she's just as important to me as you are."

"Alright then, I guess she stays. And don't worry, I have your back. Goodnight, Bankotsu."

"Thanks, that means a lot to me. Goodnight, Jakotsu."

With the crickets chirping in the distance, the fearless killer, Bankotsu, fell asleep, arm around his four year old sister, who had, unbeknownst to him and Jakotsu, heard everything they had said. With a small yawn she fell asleep, not quite sure whether being with her brother was good…or…bad.

There you have it, the first chapter! I know it was a little short, but I felt that it needed to be ended there. I think that this is going to turn out really good! The first four or five chapters will be various parts of Kyraia's history, so plan on seeing more scenes like that one. I know it may have seemed like she was overly intelligent, and that would be because, well she is. I hope you liked, please press the review button……..because I can have Jakotsu and Bankotsu come 'talk' to you. :P The next few chapters will probably be written by me, but hopefully Dragon is going to write some of this!

Jillion Tealleaf