I know that it has been a while since this story began and lots has happened since then, but I will try to retell it as closely to the truth as I can without endangering my life even more than it already is.
My name is Yuki Taisho. I am one fourth demon, three fourths human. My parents are InuYasha and Kagome Taisho. My parents loved me with all their hearts. Well, until they, Uncle Miroku and Aunt Sango disappeared. Gone. Vanished without a trace.
It happened four years ago. The disappearance, that is. One day in late winter, a man from a faraway village came to our village, begging for help. He claimed his village was being attacked by very strong demons, stronger than my parents' old nemesis, Naraku. Dad went with the man back to his village. After a while, Mom and I got worried. Dad never returned. Eventually, Mom left to, saying she was going to bring Dad home. She didn't come home either.
Lady Kaede said that I should stay with Uncle Miroku and Aunt Sango, that they would take care of me until my parents came back. I agreed and Uncle Miroku and Aunt Sango became my guardians until my parents returned. The first night I cried, something I would never do in front of my parents. Crying is for the weak, Dad would say. Mom would disagree, saying that it was okay to cry. I tried not to, to prove myself to Dad that I was strong like him and Uncle Miroku and Aunt Sango and Mom. Uncle Sesshomaru came by with Uncle Jaken and Rin and A-Un once in a while. I liked it when they came over. Uncle Sesshomaru reminded me of Dad.
Eventually, Uncle Sesshomaru left to go find Dad and Mom with Uncle Miroku and Aunt Sango. Uncle Jaken, Rin and A-Un went with them. Soon, it was just me and my cousins, Tsuki, Hoshi, and Taiyō. Weeks went by, then months. We were worrying, we had never gone this long without our parents. Lady Kaede said it would be alright, that they would be back. I waited and waited. After seven months of waiting, I decided to train. Train to get stronger to bring my family home.
Dad had given me a sword, the Shinkichi , made from one of his fangs for my eleventh birthday, only two years before everyone left. I was too young to wield it and it was very heavy at the time but I soon discovered the more I trained with it, the lighter it became. I figured it was my own strength that made it lighter. Dad watched my practice one day and said it was my focus that made it lighter, not my power. Boy, was I disappointed. But it drove me to get stronger. I wanted to wield my Shinkichi. I wanted to be strong. I wanted to bring my family home.
