A Tale of Two Hanyou's

Or

The New Hanyou's

Summary: A teenage American boy learns that he is actually from Japan. He also learns that his brothers are Inuyasha and Sesshomaru. The boy, Tahanna, has arrived in fuedal Japan. Kagome is now a hanyou too. Family matters are going to be crazy. And what's happening to Rin and Souta? Tahanna is an OC. Rated M for language, and just in case I decide to make it darker. Pairings. KagomeXInuyasha, TahannaXOC, SoutaXOC, RinXShippo, SoutenXShippo, SangoXMiroku, lots' of pairings I know, but it won't get to mushy unless I am asked by enough people to make it so

Written in both main characters points of view.

I don't believe in using abbreviations such as A/N for Author's Note

By the way, for all those that don't know, a hanyou is a half-demon, a hentai is a pervert, a youkai is a demon, etc.

These chapters will most likely be very short until I get the hang of writing these. This is my first fan fiction and I'm still learning Japanese, so I have trouble remembering what some of the words are, such as youkai meaning demon.

KEY

"a": Spoken

'a': Quote within speech

"a": sarcasm

'a': thought

(Author's Note)

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha (would be cool if I did though)

Chapter One: The Japanese Food

It was a dark and stormy night... Oh, who am I kidding? Let me start this story off right.

Hi, my name is Tahanna. It used to be Nathan though. My name sounds like it may belong to a girl but I am a boy. I am a seventeen-year-old American (now feudal Japanese). My story starts two weeks before my sixteenth birthday, back when I was in my time and things were at least somewhat normal.

Back then I thought I was mostly like every other kid. I liked to hang out at the mall. I had slightly above average grades. I had a few rather big differences though. The first was my long silver hair. It was naturally silver and I liked it long. The second was the necklace that was always around my neck. It had beads and fangs on it. It would never come off, even if I wanted to take it off. It had been on me ever since my parents put it on me when I was born. The third thing was that I was fluent in Japanese. The fourth thing was that I was very good at handling a sword. The fifth thing, which I didn't know at the time, was that I was a hanyou, or half-demon.

This particular day, I was walking home from school on a different route than I usually take. I was drawn back to the thoughts of the girlfriend I had left a year ago because of her absentmindedness. From that point on, I had never asked out another girl and said no to every girl who would ask me. It was as though my heart was waiting for somebody. This thought made me believe that I was going to find the one girl I was looking for soon. All of a sudden I had stopped walking. I realized that, while I was thinking, my feet had brought me in front of an ancient Japanese food store.

"It seems that my feet were being controlled by my stomach," I said. Indeed, I was very hungry. I had never had Japanese food before. I went in an ordered something from what they said was the feudal Japanese area, when demons ruled and humans lived in daily fear. 'Yeah right,' I though to myself 'as though demons actually existed, what a joke.' I ate the food and it was delicious. I bought five more things from that supposed time era and took it home with me for the next couple of weeks. Nothing much happened until my birthday. Many teenagers' lives changed when they reached their sixteenth birthdays. I thought I was ready for changes. I was wrong.