Hello! I have another chapter for your delightful eyes. Anyway I am soooo sorry that I forgot the disclaimer in the last chapter.

So it has be so long since last updated.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or its characters I am just borrowing them. They belong to (someone help me with the name please) so please don't sue. I'm just a high school kid who likes to write.

Chapter One

Waking was slow and painful as I remembered what had happened. Last night came flooding back as unwanted memories that would never leave came to me. My mother and father had died right before my eyes and my mother had forbidden me to do the one thing that would have saved her.
She didn't want me to become a killer again and I knew that if I picked up a sword I would revert to my past self that had been me three years ago. Shaking the burning images that I had thought I locked away, I walked out of my house.
Later that night I had somehow gotten back to my house. Since my mother and father had spelled a protection spell around it, it was still standing.
Walking outside I lost the emotionless mask I usually wore around people when I saw the carnage that had been created. My smoky blue eyes took in all the villagers' dead bodies. No one had survived and I briefly wondered why had the Ninth Tribe attacked us. We had been a peaceful village that had never sought any kind of trouble. I also wondered why I had not been killed too. For a brief moment I thought I saw something that resembled amusement and fear as he had held the sword aloft my head. Then he hesitated and walked away. Shaking my head to relieve the pain that was shooting through it I picked up an old shovel that had been my father's. I was going to bury our dead and put them to rest.

I managed to put thirty souls to rest before I had to stop. I couldn't take it any more. My hands were bleeding from the strenuous workout and the emotional pain was too high.
Three years ago none of this would have bothered me. Back then though I had been heartless. I had taken after my parents without even realizing what I was doing. Again I pushed back those memories. I had promised myself I would never again let my self remember the awful things I had once done.
I couldn't believe I was digging the graves for the people I had known all my life. I had grown and played with the children of this village and now I was laying their souls to rest, by their parents' sides.
I went over to my parents' bodies and took their cold dead hands in to my small delicate hand. For a brief moment in time nothing happened and then something passed through them to me.
My powers and strength were now complete, I thought as I still held onto my parents' hands. The last of my inheritance was in me now and there was no turning back. I had never wanted nor cared for the strength and power I had finally just inheritance. I had been happy and just find with what I had had when I was born.
Silent tears fell from my eyes as I finally released my parents' hands from mine own. For the first time in fifteen long years emotion whirled around in my lifeless eyes. It was like a storm that was threatening to break through.
Not being able to take it anymore I threw back my head and let out all my anger and grief in my animal-like howl of grief. I knew the scream had to travel for miles but I didn't care as my exhaustion finally took over and I passed out.