AN: This is an AU.. You know, it's an AU. What if Kohaku lived and instead of died?

Chapter 1

Kohaku took of his mask with trembling fingers. He couldn't believe what he had just done.

"What have I done?" he whispers, horrified at what he did. He looks up at his sister, Sango, brown eyes wide and fearful. His weapon was in her back.he had done this. He had killed his father, his fellow exterminators, and now, his sister Sango. He got up and started running towards her, tears steamed down his youthful face as he reached out to her, "Sango!"

"Kohaku!" She cries as the arrows pierced through her little brother's skin. She tried to go to him, only ending up with arrows in her body.

"Sango..." Kohaku's voice sounded strained as he looks up at her, "I'm scared."

"It'll be ok, Kohaku..."

The lord of the manor laughs at this turn of events, "How touching!" He cackles, "A sibling reconcile!" Then he pitched forward, landing on his stomach.

"Me Lord!" One of the guards exclaims, "You've killed your father!"

The young lord looks down at the corpse of his father, "That is not my father. Look there..." He points, with his sword, at the spider shadow and promptly killed it. "That evil being had taken over my father's body." He sheaths his sword, "I have noticed him acting odd just a few days ago."

"My lord," another guard comes forward, "What of the demon exterminators?"

The young lord looks over at the strewed corpse in his courtyard, "Give them a proper burial." He announces.

"Those poor kids," a guard says to the other as they walked past the graves of the Demon exterminators, "They were so young."

"Yeah," the other agreed, "too young to die that way." The earth from one of the graves shifts and moves as a hand moved out, dragging its body.

*I will not die! * She thought, pulling her self from the rubble, *I am still alive!*

The young lord opens the shoji screen, and was very surprised to see her crawling his way, "The female exterminator lives."

***

An imported servant from the main lands walked towards the graves. She had dark skin like chocolate and deep brown eyes. Her hair was in short braids in her head. She was short, about four' nine or eleven. She wore servant garbs, which was a light blue kimono with a dark blue obi.

Personally, Kitra didn't like it. She had preferred her old outfit, which allowed more movement then the outfits she had to wear now. She had been traded off a great many times in her life, she and her mother had been separated when she was about five years old. She was now eleven and was quickly adapting the way in life in this country.

It had been a surprise to everyone at the mansion that one of the demon exterminators had survived. Thought she had never seen the woman, only Lord and a few others have seen her. She had heard that the exterminator had left to seek revenge on some demon. Shrugging, she shifted the flowers in her hands. It had taken her a long time to understand the language in the country she was in. She shook her head and planned on how to escape this place and get back to her homeland.

Her musings were interrupted by the shifting of the earth and two pairs of hands pulling the body attached to them out.

Kitra wanted to run, scream, do anything except standing there petrified, the flowers fallen to the ground, long forgotten.

"Hel-help me." Came a voice from the body. It sounded strained and obliviously exhausted from pulling himself from the grave.

She blinks and stepped, cautiously, towards him. "Are you ok?" She asked.

"Help me." Said the boy with pleading chocolate eyes. "I-I have to get back to my village."

The girl bends down to help him stand. She pulled most of his weight on her, which was very heavy in her opinion, and helped him towards her living quarters.

Once there, she blushed furiously as she undressed him and bandaged his wounds. When all this was done, she went and got some food and brought it back. She made certain that no one would follow her.

"My name is Kitra." She said feeding him since it was obvious that he was still a little too weak to feed himself. "What's you're name?"

"I'm Kohaku."

AN: Whaddaya think of it?