Yeah. Hail me! I need an ego booster...

So here's my attempt at a good story!

Yay!

Here goes:

Yasha

The girl sighed, an unhappy sound, one that made those around her carry an unwanted burden of sorrow. This girl, Yasha, was a half-demon princess- she reigned over Hugoroshi, the land of the wolf demons. She shared a father with the famous, or by her clan's standards, infamous, Inuyasha. It was a custom in her family for them to all the same suffix-in her case, her family was marked by the Yasha as in Inuyasha, Suyasha, etc. The reason for her uncommon sadness was simply mirose. Her brother, Inyasha had finally met his doom by that "revered" bitch, Keikyo. Keikyo- she would regret the day she had been born.

Only then would she feel the righteous pain projected back at her from Yasha's heart. Then, and only then would Keikyo know the pain that she had caused when she had murdered, slayed, exacted her evil upon Inuyasha. Whatevever the reason for the cause of the demise of Inuyasha, Keikyo would soon know it was not, never could be good enough. Inuyasha had played savior to the world of feudal Japan, and a stupid priestess had ended his miussion of good? For what, so that she could have the pride of knowing that she had killed a potential demon. Hah!

Her party was compiled of mercilessly ruthless members of Hugoroshi. They, in fact, were old rivals ofo Inuyasha, who had recievved promises of rematches after the countless battles they had lost against Inuyasha. They were all hunting that bitch, Keikyo. Yasha, overcome by sadness, had relized her hunger for revenge against that human thing after revisiting the moments of kindness her brother had enjoyed with her. He, her revered older brither, was an unusual half-demon- he possessed both the goodness of heart that few half-demons could have,another of the few Yasha, and the strength of a demon, excluding the days of full moons. Yes, Yasha had loved her brother.

And soon, soon, she would exact revenge.

Kagome

After Keikyo had slayed Inuyasha, she had realized the flames of lovvein her heartthatt she had felt for him, had hardened over, ast the hellfires would soon do, and turned into the bitterness of longing for revenge. But no, Shippo, Sango and that stupid "monk", Miroku had stopped her. Stopped her from doing what could make her heart stop the aching throb of lost love. Hah!

Those stupid people would all understand that she could not be stopped, not in this attack. Formerly sweet and shy, she soon realized that she had hardened into a merciless woman, one of extreme regret (for not professing her love toward Inuyasha into his last panging breaths.