Author: desy
Part: 1
Summary: This is a fanfic about InuYasha as a child and his horrible life after his mother's death. But something changes and gives him an opportunity to become happy again.
Spoilers: Eps. 134; You only have to know, that the group doesn't have any shards at the moment.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The show and Manga InuYasha and all its characters belong to R. Takahashi and Sunrise.
Author's Note: This is only the prologue. I will update the next / first chapter tomorrow.
Please tell me if you like it so far. So far the title doesn't make much sense, that will change as soon as you have read chapter 2 or 3.


Looking Back Upon Yourself

Prologue:

The icy fall-rain brushed around the golden braches of the old oak a small hanyou child was hiding in. He shivered from the cold of his wet clothes and his empty stomach growled with hunger. He looked up to a near village that looked so much like the one he'd grown up in. There in the wooden huts the people were save and comfy in the warmth with delicious food. He was so hungry he even would eat what they left over. But they wouldn't even give him these leftovers. They would say that even 'this food' would be too good for a filthy half-demon like him and they would chase him away like so many did before.

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One month before everything was fine. Not that humans had treated him nicely then and let their children play with him, but then his only playmate he'd ever known in his six years of life and the only person who had ever loved him had left him… forever.

It was a rainy night like today when his mother had died along with more than the half of the village they'd lived in. It was a long and painful dead. She was ill like all the others and had to stay in their little hut. InuYasha, who was also forbidden to leave their house, had secretly slipped out some nights before to collect the ingredients for his mother's medicine. But even with this medication she'd become weaker and weaker until she finally didn't wake up one day.

The villagers had called the disease 'The Black Death'. The little hanyou couldn't understand why he was the only one who was still healthy though he had close contact to his sick mother all the time. Neither could the villagers. They had never liked him. They had tolerated his presents as long as he didn't interfere with their businesses. But then when the little half-dog-demon opened the door of his hut, his small face red from crying, the few villagers left blamed him for the death of all their beloved ones. The minute they'd seen him they screamed at him, had thrown stones at his petite body and chased him out of their village.

The child hadn't time to gather his and his mother's little belongings. He just ran until his small feet hurt clutching a shell in his right fist. Inside this vessel was red lipstick, his mother's most precious and favourite possession. Not knowing why, he had taken it from the table, moments before he had opened the door. This lipstick and the fire-rat haori, he was wearing were the only two things left that reminded him on his beloved mother. He would never give one of these dear things away.

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Now, so many nights later, his body was skinny and bruised. He lived from the few raspberries and mushrooms he found in the woods, but their numbers got smaller the further the year neared winter.

Afraid of wild animals and demons he slept high in the tops of the trees, the ones that still had some leaves left. The young hanyou hadn't a place to go, so he wandered from one human village to the next, in the slight hope to find people like his mother; someone who would like him as who he was.

He was startled by a huge lightening that crashed in the tree he was sitting in. The light engulfed him and he just felt a hot sensation around his body when he fell unconscious.

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