Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, it belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, Viz Media, Weekly Shounen Sunday, Shogakukan, Adult Swim, Sunrise, Cartoon Network or any other name you could think of that connects to this.

Warnings: The rating of this story might go up. For now it will be rated T for Teens.

Notes: The point of views might be all over the place so I hope this doesn't confuses you. Here is a definition of the title.

Witch-hunt /wiCH hunt/ noun

1: a searching out for persecution of persons accused of witchcraft.

2: the searching out and deliberate harassment of those (such as political opponents) with unpopular views.

I will be playing with this idea of what this word means. I think this gives you an idea of how this story will go. I will also, in a way, implement the western and eastern ideas of -mixed weirdly?- of witch hunt.

Witch Hunt

Prelude - The Emerald Eyes and The Black and Gray Checkered Kosode

Kitty1217

"Welcome" said a voice that sounded to be male. There was darkness around and it might had been a small, closed room since the voice resounded back and forth.

"Come," said what sounded like a girl this time.

Lights suddenly turned on and a hand came up to shield eyes from the sudden brightness. After a few seconds, thinking that their eyes would be able to adjust, the person lowered the hand and looked around.

The room was indeed closed off and the person looking around wondered how they go there.

A sad giggle resounded off the walls and the lost person looked around again. From the left corner, - at least what the person thought was the left corner since the room was closed off- a shadowed figure started coming into the light. Echoes of footsteps echoed in the room and echoed throughout their head.

A boy, no taller than a middle schooler, came out. His brown hair, that was all fluffy stood out as normal Japanese did not have it so fluffy. Another thing that stood out were his emerald green colored eyes along with what appeared to be a tail? A black ribbon was used to tie his hair. His clothes, black hamaka and black haori with grey leafs, were camouflaging a little too well with the darkness that he had come from.

Looking again over the boy, the person came back once again to emerald eyes. Those eyes seem to tell the pain of something not forgotten and just from that, a sadness passed through the person. Wanting to get away from such sadness, their eyes shifted to the right.

There, a girl, taller than the boy to the left, stood. Her brown eyes had a sadness equal to or deeper than the emerald eyed boy. Her pony tail, which was to the right of her head, invoked a dull pain on the person taking all this information in. Her kosode, which reached all the way to her knees, was a colored that didn't felt right. The black and gray of the checkered kosode felt as if the little girl was mourning. The obi that accompany it was a white color. Unlike the boy, whose feet were that of some kind of animal, she was barefoot.

Eyes went back to brown eyes and the girl smiled at the person. Her face, to the person at least, seem to be radiating admiration yet a deep sadness at the same time.

Another sad giggle came. This time the person saw it was the girl who had done it and it somehow sounded familiar to the person, as if they had heard it a long time ago.

Steps echoed in the room and they - the person - saw the children take a step forward. They took another one and again, the echoes resounded in their head.

"Come," said the girl again, sounding louder than last time as if she had said this many times before now.

"Come," said the boy as he raised his left hand, the one nearer to the girl, and some kind of fire of color bluish green appeared. His eyes stared deeply at the person as if waiting - searching - for something.

The fire seem to mesmerize the person and something seem to start appearing in the fire.

"Come," said the girl once again, "and listen as we retell you this sad story." She said and it sounded weird to the person's ears. She turned her brown, sad eyes towards the fire in the boy's hand as an image of a field began to make itself clear.

The person took a step forward as the image appeared to be moving and some kind of well appeared in the middle of the field.

"Come" she said and it echoed through the person's heart, "and-" she turned her eyes to their eyes and her eyes seemed to tear up. "-don't forget to have your handkerchief ready." Her eyes turned back to the fire and they lowered sadly. "Don't forget to be ready…" she murmured.

The boy took his eyes from the person and lowered them to the fire and his eyes also lowered sadly.

"Thousands of years ago," began the green eyed boy "there was a Miko who came from the distant future." The fire in his hands started to slowly grow in size. "It seems that she was kind," the fire grew and grew, "and it seems she fell in love with a Daiyoukai." Everything went bright and hands came up to protect eyes.

Notes: New story from me. Of course I am still working on my other stories. Sorry for my grammar… I suck at it. If something is wrong with anything please tell me!

I wonder if you guys know who this person who is with these kids is…

Ps: I made change to the title name and added the definition for it. Also changed the summary a little to implement more the idea I have and you guys expect something of it.