Okay... just to clear some things up... I don't own Inu-Yasha. Nope. Considering that this is a work of FAN FICTION, It would only make sense that I do NOT own the show, or the original characters of it, and I am not taking credit of that either. I think I'll leave that one to Rumiko Takahashi there. Okay, well. Here's ANOTHER little disclaimer to add. This features romance, between Anya and an unsaid character. I won't say who, don't particularly feel like it.. If you like my work, then please, by all means, let me know. If you do not, however, please hesitate to tell me all the flaws I've got in this fan fiction work of literature. I'm sorry that it did not please you, but is it truly that critical that you tell me so, in a cruel way? I'm an aspiring writer, you're going to have to excuse any mistakes I make, and it's impossible to please everyone that reads it. So, read on, please comment. If you must tell me that I have displeased you, then do so kindly. Thank you.

A dull thud and the crackling of leaves were audible. Also, a female crying out, probably in pain, was heard, to Kagome, Shippo, Miroku, Sango, and to Inu-Yasha, most of all. The white-silver canine ears twitched at the sudden break of silence, as the said dog-demon turned to look. He didn't see anything, but, oh did he smell it; fresh blood. Nearly everyone leapt up to investigate; this was someone in danger, not to mention something to DO. Inu-Yasha was first to arrive, and as he leaned over the female's bleeding body, his nose twitched, like his ears had previously. The stench of vampire, maybe elf, he wasn't sure which. It was probably both, but, he didn't really have the notion to find out. After all, blood was pooling around her, soaking her milky white skin and black hair with the thick, crimson liquid.

Second to arrive was Kagome. The teenaged girl quickly knelt beside the body, emptying the contents of her particularly overstuffed backpack. Gauze, bandages, antiseptic, you name it; it was probably tumbling from the yellow baggage the girl usually lugged around. Fumbling with the gauze at first, the girl quickly began to bandage the wounds, which were a rather large gash on her shoulder and a rather size-worthy injury on her stomach as well; both of which were bleeding profusely. Lagging behind, the monk arrived, to look upon the scene. Of course, impure thoughts flocked to his corrupted mind, as he looked at the blood-soaked girl lying in the red puddle. He gave a little internal sigh, shaking his head. It was really dreadful to be thinking of someone dying in such a way.

Last but not least, Sango and Shippo came to the site. Sango looked at Kagome, deciding she could use a little assistance, and began to apply the bandaging as well. Shippo buried his face in the loose cloth of the bottom of Miroku's robes, avoiding having to look at the rather disturbing, violent sight. "We should get her to Kaede; she should be able to further help her." Sango said rather gravely, looking at Inu-Yasha with a look that said "Go ahead and lift her on your back, dummy", and Inu-Yasha got the unsaid message, doing as he was told, well, what he would've been told, had he not caught on.

Upon reaching the residence of the well-aged priestess, Inu-Yasha allowed the still-unconscious vixen to slide from her back, and slump to the ground. Luckily, the two girls tending to her for the moment had gotten the bleeding to stop. Kaede turned from what she was doing, looking at the group, and spotting the reason they were there. Kagome chose to speak, considering Inu-Yasha had already commenced crossing his arms and giving a little "huff" sound. It seemed he had already surpassed the amount of living emotion for the day; he'd have to sit the rest out. Just in case he had the impulse to actually act like a living, feeling being. Perish the thought.

"Kaede, we found her in the forest, it looks like she was attacked." Kagome said, her voice shaking in a rather afraid tone. The rest of the group was silently watching. "Oh my" was all Kaede said, before setting off to further tend to the unnamed girl, as everyone but Kaede and the unconscious one stepped outside. "I wonder what happened" Kagome wondered aloud. "She was probably attacked by a demon, Kagome" Sango replied, receiving a "Feh, thanks for pointing out the obvious," from no other than Inu-Yasha. Miroku, however, remained mute. Shippo sat at the feet of Kagome, looking a little worried. "I hope she's okay." He said meekly, looking up at Kagome with large, troubled eyes. Kagome gave a soft sigh, reassuring him that yes, she was probably okay.

A good hour later, Kaede stuck her head out of the door. "She made it through, those injuries just missed a couple of vital organs" said the old woman, with a little sigh. Kagome, Shippo, Sango, and Miroku all walked in. Inu-Yasha remained to sit against the building, staring out at the sky, probably thoughts of Kikyo and Kagome dotting his mind. Inside, the eyes of the previously-unconscious woman opened, revealing brilliant black optics, the black rimmed with a striking violet color. The entire eye, however, was rimmed in a black color. "Where AM I?" she interrogated, attempting to sit up, and failing miserably. She winced, in obvious pain, giving up on that idea, lying back down on the mat she was underneath.

"You're safe, with us now. You were attacked." Kagome clarified, with a kind little smile. "Will you tell us your name?" Sango asked. "A... Anya." She managed to choke out, correcting herself by tacking on a last name, "Anya Murakami." At this, Sango looked rather irritated. "Anya Murakami, is it? Perhaps the demon-slayer Anya, the one who always had to one-up me? Hm, perhaps that Anya?" The demon slayer Sango asked, her eyes narrowed in fury. "Actually, yes, and I am daresay rather surprised that you got even more horrid-looking than when I have last seen you. I didn't think it was possible, but it does seem so." Anya replied coldly, with a little smirk, satisfied that Sango had commenced to stand and storm out of the room.

Kagome stared questioningly. "Don't worry; we were in neighboring slayer villages. I was always better than she was, she was jealous. I got the attention of more males, and I was a better fighter. She was simply envious that she never made the cut that I did." Anya clarified, with another little weak smirk. Miroku, at this point, had made the move to kneel beside her, snatching both hands with his. "Will you be so kind as to bear my child?" he asked, as Kagome looked annoyed, and slightly flustered. This, of course, didn't match her expression when Anya gave him the answer. "I'll consider it." Anya simply said, and she would have shrugged, had she not had a closing wound on her shoulder. Kagome's eyes bulged, as she stammered. "Thank you, kind miss." Miroku said, with a wide grin, backing off at this point. Of course, Sango had been supervising. She had biting, jealous tears in her eyes, she was blushing in anger, was simply enraged to no avail.

The girl lie back again, heaving a pained sigh, and closing her eyes in a rather lengthy blink. Her thin frame nearly shook as she did so, receiving a sympathetic look from Kagome. "You should rest." She said simply to the wounded girl, starting to leave the room. This received a rather incoherent muttering from the one she was speaking to. Shippo followed Kagome soundlessly, leaving only Miroku and Anya in the room. Normally, he wouldn't be left alone in a room with a considerably attractive female, but she was injured, and he did have SOME good in him. He sat beside her, staring intently at her pale face. Her black-painted lips opened to speak, uttering a "What in the HELL are you doing?" to his actions. "I'm just watching, to make sure you stay alright..." he explained. The girl heaved another sigh, closing her eyes. The left one, the one closer to him, suddenly snapped open and into view, as she muttered, "I CAN'T sleep with you watching me like that." He stuttered out a few apologies, and backed against the wall, sitting with his staff in his lap.

The girl, though she was lying down, was probably taller than Kagome and Sango. She was shorter than Miroku though, just by some, but not too terribly much. She was thin, not sickeningly so, but she didn't look incredibly healthy. Her clothing, a black fight-kimono, was torn in a few places, mostly where weapons pierced her skin, and caused her to bleed and fall like she had done. On her fairly dainty feet were sandal-like shoes, ebony in color, like her dress. A deep slit allowed lots of leg movement, the cuts in the material up to her knees. In the front was a square- section, rimmed with violet, which was missing material. It showed off a rather well-sized section of her chest, like the missing material, well- sized. That may have been one of the reasons why she was more popular with the opposite gender, come to think of it. Her eyelids were tinted with a light violet, where Sango had pink, where Naraku had blue.

Anya had finally fallen asleep, and Miroku was watching her. He could tell she was asleep, the slower rising and falling of her chest told him that, after all, and he was already looking there. Who could blame him? It was one characteristic he held, and was rather well-known for. He allowed himself to smile. Anya had a pretty face, and in his opinion, a nice body. Although, we ARE talking about Miroku here, aren't we? Anya's arms were bound in ribbon, not to the point where the material held no gaps, in fact, it had quite a few. The ebony ribbon had a violet tint to it, allowing the color to be undecided as black or dark purple in color. It had been tied at the top, to allow two feet or so loose, swaying in the wind, if there was any. Her neck was also decorated with a similar ribbon, though this one wasn't as long. It was fastened in the back so that none hung loose, so that strangling wasn't aided. If you're a demon slayer, those things you don't want to assist at all, that would be practically suicide.

Inu-Yasha took the liberty to step in at the moment, looking at the girl, then at Miroku. "Well, well, well..." he said in a sort of mocking tone. "Seems to me that you may not be so unlucky after all, monk," This received a "What?" from Miroku, and Inu-Yasha responded with a, "Kagome TOLD me what went on, I'm not an idiot." From the dog-demon known as Inu-Yasha. Miroku allowed himself to sigh a little. "Honestly, Inu-Yasha, this is not unusual." He said, receiving a loud snort of protest. "Miroku, you don't EVER get that hopeful of a response, you get slapped. Every single time." Inu-Yasha spat out with a chuckle. Anya awoke at the loud snort, opening her brilliant orbs in surprise. She stared at the two with a questioning, innocent "Huh?" as they both shook their heads as to say "Nothing, nothing." Anya raised a thin eyebrow, looking at them, uttering a little "Uh...huh," with a nod added to it toward the end.

"By the way, you, Anya, what species ARE you?" asked Inu-Yasha. "I'm part elf, part vampire..." she said simply, looking at him with a little bit of question. "Why do you ask?" Inu-Yasha gave another snort. "You reek of the scents... I was wondering." This received a little "Humph" from Anya, as she looked at the dog-demon with a look of utter surprise, as if to say, "You dare say I reek?" She shook her head, looking at him. "You know, if I couldn't smell the canine on you, I would take you to be a swine, what with the barbaric snorts..." she said, as a look of anger washed over Inu-Yasha's face. Kagome had to run in, and with the aid of Miroku, restrain the demon from pummeling poor injured Anya. The girl, gave a little sigh, allowing herself to drift back to sleep. Kagome dragged Inu-Yasha from the room, with a giggle of embarrassment, as if she had taken her dog for a walk and he had leapt up on an innocent bystander, and put his paws on their lap. She closed the door, leaving Anya to sleep and Miroku to spectate her sleeping.

Hm, so ends my first chapter. I hope you enjoyed, I wrote it in about an hour, give or take a few minutes, seconds, and so on and so forth. Like I said earlier, like it and review, but keep the flames to a really small minimum. Please and thanks! Toodleoo!