Kagome soshite sono Inu Doyatsu izuko Ato Hanyou

Summary: OOC. AU. Whence running from school in the rainiest day ever, ever feel like theirs something watching you? While running down an ally Kagome meets a glare from a pure white dog, hiding from the rain? T for random foul language.

Note: Most of the Japanese that I have used are on my profile. If a word is not there, please tell me, and I'll put the word up, as soon as I can :-)

Chapter Nine – Your Past, My Past

Why is it that I'm the one being blamed? I didn't even do it… then again, it's always "The hanyou did this, the hanyou did that", and the adults, they just believe what their children say just so they can- yet again have a go at me. So, here's me. I'm only what, eight, nine? And I've put up with every bloody kid that comes across me, throw something at me. It's no use hiding the fact that the Kyapucha- keisatsu are going to find me. I heard it from some of the risu youkai. These people catch things, anything that's not ningen. Well, there be my death. I heard that there are people too. The ones who are nice, they'll be the ones working for Kyapucha- keisatsu, too. But who wants to kill us? Why me, what did I ever do? I was born, that's what. The little inu-hanyou. This little thing was the one who built a little hut in one day. Beat that Kyapucha- keisatsu. Kyapucha- keisatsu, they really don't amount to anything I couldn't take… but then again, they are taking youkai down. I knew this kitsune youkai, one day he just never came. I heard the birds of the forest talking about a kitsune dying from being shot… What is shot? How does it kill you? I don't understand, I don't know what shot means… maybe its like instant death, maybe the Kyapucha- keisatsu use it…
My old youkai friend, be safe in hell.

I was woken up, rather rudely I must say. Loud bangs were coming from all around me. I wasn't at my hut, I was looking for something to eat when fatigue came along and punched my head out, but with the bangs hurting my ears, the smell of a weird powder, severed flesh and blood rushed into my nose making me choke. Then I found out later, that was a risu youkai being shot, instant death.

The next day, when I went to fix berries, I could still smell the horrid powder smell with the blood. But this, this was worse, I could smell it nearing. The bushes in front of me shook. I stood still my mind willed me to move, at the last moment I did. I hid behind the tree, hoping it would be okay, hoping that the smell would go away, just leave me alone. I'm not hurting anyone, not a fly, not even Myoga. Even though sometimes I wish I could, but hells, I wish that flea were here. The bush that was next to the tree, I peeked out from I saw a human, who stank of that powered smell, and another smell that made me stall. He was wearing dark blue. He looked important… this guy, who is he? Is he one of the Kyapucha- keisatsu? Am I staring at instant death by being shot? I don't want to be instant death. I made my mind up, I stayed.

Not long after, he left. The smell stayed, why couldn't that go to? It stinks, now I really have lost my appeal for berries… or anything else for that matter. Gods, I thought looking up to the changed sky. Do you not wish me to live? Do you wish me instant death? Even though they didn't answer, I swore they were laughing.

As the weeks wore on, more youkai were instant death. More bangs and more powder smell. I tried moving from one place to another, but finding it hard to tell where it was safe and where wasn't. Why this forest? Is it because the Gods willed it? Because humans forgot that, they were the ones who chased all the hanyou and the youkai here? We were the ones not making stance, they were, why should we move? They moved us in the first place, to make way for roads and building everywhere now. When I was born, this was already going on. I fought for myself, seeing as my okaa-san died the day I was three… the smell of blood reminds me of her, stop it, stop the instant death! I hate it, hate it!

The birds I knew gave me the news of who died in the night… the news they were giving was clear- it was them, it was them who had been taken in the night. I felt queasy and hungry. I hadn't eaten in a week, hadn't slept a full hour since the week before, I'm going to die… before I know what the Gods put me here for… maybe it was to suffer the times that were changing. By the Gods, may there be someone out there. Who doesn't like killing innocent things.

Moving by trees was the only option left to me. The ground was still free of Kyapucha- keisatsu, but the smell they left behind would be there for a long time. It took the time for me to learn how to jump tree to tree, like the monkey youkai clan did. But I'm not a monkey I'm a dog, even if it is half. Dogs are not for jumping trees, but this little half dog will.

I jumped up into the tree. I landed on a low branch. For a second, I held balance. And then I fell. Using all the will I had, I landed on my feet. I couldn't rely on my nose now; it was dead to the world. I jumped again, latching onto the branch. I smiled to myself to spite this little feat. It was big for a hanyou, who dead to the world, just jumped into a tree, ignoring heritage. I don't know mine; don't have a father to teach me… or anyone.

After all those weeks I came back to my hut, to find that the air all around it was clean, no Kyapucha- keisatsu near, no youkai, nothing. Though there was a slight scent that eased me. Everyone seemed to clear it. I didn't care, it was my home. I wasn't going to leave it again, hopefully I wouldn't anyway.

I needed to keep up with the tree jumping, so if I ever needed it, it would be logged into my brain. I was able to jump five trees, before something metal zoomed past my face. That thing lodged itself into the tree. I could almost hear it cry out. Losing my grip, I fell to the ground. I picked myself up and there I was, this little inu-hanyou staring at a metal thing, which smelt so much of powder. I looked beyond that, I stared at the Kyapucha- keisatsu, and beyond that, I was staring into instant death.

I swore in that metal thing I could see my lost kitsune friend and the birds who would tell me the news. I realized, this was the thing that was called shot. This would be my instant death.

By the Gods, please don't let me be in instant death…