Inuyasha:
His
Childhood Story
A lonely boy walked down the lightly beaten path, his white hair trailing around his shoulder. His hair lightly fluttered in the breeze as he made his way into the forest as he looked around at the empty country-side. Finally, he thought, I'm away from everyone… now no one can gawk at me… he quickly covered his ears, looking around to see if anyone was following him. "Why shouldn't they?" He said to himself." I mean, who wouldn't attack a person whose 3'5 but as strong as an adult, has white hair, and dog ears?" he walked a little further and pulled out his little sword that his dad gave him and stuck it in the ground as he sat down on a rock under a tree and turned around as he started to carve on the tree. After a while, he had barely made a dent in the tree with his dull blade. All that was visible was a crooked "INU". The rest of his name was barely visible, and could only be seen if you were standing right in front of it, but even then, it was barely visible. Inuyasha sighed and then turned back around and rested his back on the tree trunk, sheathing his blade in its scabbard. He watched the forest slowly sway in the breeze. A couple of leaves into his hair and a couple of branches to. Inuyasha stood up quickly and pulled out his blade and raised it to a ready position. Remember Inu…he remembered his dad tell him countless times during their little "Sessions", usually involving getting beat with a stick as he tried to fend off his dad with his dull blade. Always kept your blade at a ready position…he raised it a little more… Look around and study your environment…he quickly did a 360 to look for anybody…Oh…and don't leave your self in a open-space…Oops…Inu realized his mistake as a figure from behind him jumped down and sprinted at Inu's back, tackling him to the ground and holding him down with his face up, the attackers blade pressed up against his throat.