Chapter 1:
Deadly Foe
It was a sunny day in the heavily forested area of Feudal Japan, or the Warring States Era. It was summer time, apparent through the abundance of full trees, rain, and the cloudless day, but it seemed to be a particularly hot day. Birds fluttered about, followed by Youkai Crows. A village ran smoothly, like any other typical day.
A girl with long, flowing, golden hair that touched her waist and a pale face with piercing, jade-green eyes walked among the villagers. Few noticed her pointy, black wolf-like ears. She was wearing a long flowing blue kimono with pink ribbon around the waist, end of the sleeves, the bottom of it, and the neckline. The sleeves were longer than her arms because her hands don't stick out of them, and her kimono covered her feet.
A simple farmer, he looked to be about fifty, walked up to her brandishing a rake at her. "Are ye youkai?" He asked. "Never have I seen the likes of ye before."
The girl didn't even look at him, only holding up an arm to him. "Poison claws." She said, coolly. A green light (much like Sesshoumaru's poisonous claws) came out of the sleeve and wafted towards the farmer. She then reached over to him and stabbed him with long claws. "And for your information, I am a hanyou." The other villagers saw the farmer fall and die, so they ran and grabbed their weapons of war.
"Send the women and children inside! A youkai is attacking!" One man yelled as all the other men run out and attack the girl, but she just glares at them and they all fell and died.
"Poison gas!" A bright green smoke files from her hands. Houses disintegrated, and people died as they breathed in the poisons. She then slashed at the villagers and covered the ground with the scarlet blood of humans. "Hm... These Slivers of the Shikon no Tama made my poisons deadlier. Hm... I only have six, but I sense more are nearby." She ran so fast that she disappeared into the forest.
While in the forest, she came across a clear-blue lake. Stopping, she leaned towards the water and stared at her reflection. She reaches down to the reflection and splashed the water, rippling her reflection and distorting the picture. "Filthy hanyou! Why'd mother have to love my weak human father?" The rippling water reminded her of when she was younger...
Staring down into the water, I looked at my childish (like a four-year-old) face and tried to find out what was different about me from the other children. A villager, bearing a rusty katana, sneaks up behind me, but my keen wolf ears (much like Inuyasha's) could pick up any sound. She turned around and stared fearfully at the man. "Why do you walk amongst us and try to frighten our children? Go home to your youkai mother, Ashinito!"
My young scared eyes filled with tears and I ran into the forest until I reached a shabby hut. The curtain that was the entrance was patched, frayed, ripped, and torn from years of use and abuse. This was where my father, young village farmer, Akino; my mother, father's young, yet strange wife, Lito; and me, their only child, Ashinito, lived in harmony with the horrible villagers who tormented me constantly.
That day, however, Father looked strange as he ate his lunch alone. He was surprised to see me so scared. "Ashinito, are ye okay?"
"I'm fine, father." I answered. I never thought that this would be the last time that I saw my father. "Is mother still cooking?"
"Aye, I believe so." Father said, sipping his stew.
Though another curtain, Mother, a tall lanky beauty with green eyes and long black hair, was standing in front of the open flame stove cooking more clam stew. "Are ye hungry, Ashinito?"
"Not really. Mother, I want to ask you something."
"Go on."
"Why am I called a hanyou?"
Of all the things Mother must have been expecting, that wasn't it. She dropped the ladle into the stew and had to fish it out. "I shall explain it to ye later. Go to ye sleeping quarters. I shall be in later to tuck ye in."
"Yes, mother." I responded with a bow. "Good night."
"Good night to ye, as well." Mother responded with a small bow, as well.
"Good night, father." I said as I walked to another curtain. My sleeping quarters. I listened for my father to say good night back, but he remained silent. I laid on my back, covered myself with the blanket, and drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Later that night, I heard Father yelling at Mother, followed by stomping and the whooshing sound of the curtain. None of it made any sense to me, so I decided to check it out. Only my mother stood in front of the curtain. "Mother? Where did father go?"
"He left. He found out that I'm a youkai, Ashi, and ye are a hanyou. That is why ye are called hanyou. On the new moon, ye transform into a human, as do all hanyou." Mother said so quietly as if she was scared of something.
The water rippled, and she stood up from the water. Behind her, a villager with a spear, looking grim appeared. "You slaughtered my comrades! Akino would be disappointed of you." He said. "He was my father, too. I'm Misyo, Ashinito, and your younger brother."
"Oh, I see." Said Ashinito with a snicker. "Then that would make us siblings, correct." She approached Misyo, grinning a sickening grin. "Let me kiss my brother." She kissed him, but her lips glowed blue. Misyo fell and died. "Did I neglect to tell you that I can transfer poison through my lips, brother? I'm sorry. Oh, well." She strolled away, stopped at the forest, and jumped over the trees, flying higher and higher until she was out of sight.