A/N: Welcome! I hope you will enjoy my new fic and please don't forget to review! Arigato-gozaimashita (Thank you very much) formal bow
Warning: Rated for language and angst (later on).
A Hanyou's Fate
"Ha-ha? Why am I different?" The young child as his mother. The mother and child sat peacefully together besides a small pond. A few fish swam up cautiously, hoping to catch a few bits of food which were being tossed in. "Is there something wrong with me?"
"Inuyasha, there is nothing wrong with you." His mother said reassuringly.
"Then why won't the other children play with me? Why do they throw stones when I walk by? Why do they call me a…a…" Inuyasha strained to remember the name that had been shouted at him so many times before, "a hanyou?" Inuyasha's mother shuddered as her only child repeated the word that she knew would haunt him for the rest of his life.
"Please, dear, don't repeat that word. His mother said softly. Inuyasha was confused. He pushed a strand of his pure white hair out of his amber eyes.
"But why? What does it mean?"
"Just…please, Inuyasha." She pleaded. Looking up, the young boy saw his mother's eyes filling with tears. His heart began to break. He couldn't stand to see his mother cry. The adorable white ears atop hi head twitched in anxiety. They always did that when something was wrong with either him or his mother.
"Alright, Ha-ha. I promise. I won't say it again." Giving him a soft smile, his mother pulled him into her embrace.
"You're special, Inuyasha. Don't let anyone tell you different."
2 Years Later:
"Did you hear? That hanyou's mother dies last night."
"Died, huh? He probably killed her."
"Can't control youkai blood, even if it is mixed with a human."
Inuyasha, now 9 years old, sat hidden behind the branches of that large tree near the center of the village, not far from the home he once shared with his mother. He couldn't stand being inside it anymore. Too many feelings. Too many reminders of the only one he ever loved; the only one who ever loved him.
Now, the people who had made fun of him and refused to accept him all his life were walking though his home and 'paying their respects' to his deceased mother. She had been quite ill for the past month, so when she finally passed on, no one was very surprised. Her death was assumed to be from the illness, but that didn't mean the rumors didn't reach the young boys ears. The whispered words of 'murder' 'slaughtered' and 'evil youkai' were all too easily heard by the lad.
"What's going to happen to him now?"
"Where's he going to go?"
"We can't just let him stay here, can we?"
Inuyasha bowed his head even lower, if that was physically possible. It was times like this that he wished he couldn't hear as well as he did. Heart broken tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped silently onto his favorite red haori. His mother had made it and given it to him for his birthday only a few months earlier. His ivory-white hair fell around his face, hiding the pained expression that could have caused anyone else to break down.
'They're right', he thought to himself. He couldn't just stay there, could he? He didn't want to stay in that house anymore, but where would he go? He had no other family, except an older ½ brother who Inuyasha had only met one time, when he was very young. But he didn't where he was or if he would even take him in. He had never met his father or anyone from his family. In fact, he had never met anyone from his mother's family either. He had always asked why but never was given a truthful answer. The truth of the matter was his mother's family disowned her when they found out that had fallen in love with a youkai. They wanted nothing more to do with her or her child, Inuyasha. So what now?
Suddenly, he sneezed softly, making sure to dampen the sound so no one would know his hiding place. Someone was talking about him. His ears slowly began to swivel around, searching for the source of a hushed voice. No, it wasn't just someone; a group of someone's. Glancing down from his perch, he looked to see who was there. Inuyasha had always taken pleasure in climbing this tree, especially y when he knew full well that his mother hated it. She was always afraid of him falling and hurting himself. Not matter what height he was at, though, he always landed perfectly when he leapt back to earth.
As quietly as he could, Inuyasha shifted positions so that he could get a better view of the ground underneath him. Nothing there, but the scent of people lingered very near by. Moving around the tree, climbing from branch to branch, he finally found what he had been searching for. On the opposite side of the tree was a group of village children; the same children that Inuyasha had attempted to play with on countless occasions and was rejected by just as many times. Focusing on them more closely, he listened in to what they were saying.
"What do you think'll happen to him?" One boy in a blue haori asked the rest of the group. A few others simply shrugged their shoulders. One boy dressed in a green and black haori made of very fine material finally spoke.
"Well, I hope they kick him out of the village. He doesn't belong here." Most of the kids around him looked around nervously.
"Watch what you say, Reiji. He might be around." Keiichi, the boy in the blue haori said in a loud whisper. He had a look of anxiety on his face as he glanced around again, hoping the strange, white haired boy wasn't near by.
"So what?" He's just a dirty hanyou." The entire group let out a unison gasp. None of them have ever used that word before. Their parents used it all the time when referring to the half youkai child, but they themselves never uttered it. Few knew it's true meaning but even fewer dared speak it, especially when there was the chance of 'the kid' hearting it.
"Careful Reiji…" Keiichi started but was quickly silence by the rustling of leaves and a low growl above his head. Everyone one looked up just as a red and white blur began to fall from the startling height of the tree. With his head bowed so that his face was hidden behind a curtain of white hair, the blur finally came to rest in a crouched position in the center of the group. Another low, menacing growl was heard behind the shield of hair.
Very slowly, Inuyasha began to stand up. Time seemed to move in slow motion for everyone in the group, who were all frozen with fear and unable to flee. When he was finally standing erect, although he was a bit smaller then some of the older boys in the group, his proud and somewhat frightening appearance made him seem to tower over the others.
"Why'dja stop?" He asked curiously, glancing around the circle. No one answered. Raisin one hand, so that his razor sharp claws shone in the bright full moon light, Inuyasha bent his fingers to that his knuckles cracked threateningly. "Didn't your parent's teach you that it's not nice to call people names?" No one replied.
"You're one to talk about parents." Reiji finally spoke after a few minutes, which had caught everyone off guard. He was attempting to control his shaking voice, not wanting the others, especially Inuyasha, to know how scared he was. "Your evil youkai Oto-san ran off with his tail between his legs, leaving you and your dirty slut of a Oka-san…" He paused for half a second, watching the white haired kid's stunned reaction. "You can't get any lower if you end up mating with a youkai. Everyone said she died from illness but we all know the truth; that you killed her, you filthy little hanyou."
Reiji didn't have time to say anything more, because before anyone cold do anything, Inuyasha leaped on top of him, swinging his arms wildly. A few of the younger boys in the group took off running to their homes to get reinforcements (a.k.a. to tell their parents) while the older boys attempted to pull the crazed half youkai off their friend. After some trough minutes of struggle, 6 large adult men and a couple of women raced out of their homes and to the group of children. The older boys were still struggling to keep the wild, white haired kid at boy, while another was helping Reiji get out of the line of fire.
"What in the hells is going on here?!" The larges of the men demanded, causing everyone to freeze where they stood. Even Inuyasha stopped struggling to look up at the man. He was huge! His broad shoulders were accented by a black and green haori and a long sword that hung from is belt labeled him as the chief of the village. He bore a striking resemblance to Reiji, who was now being helped to his feet.
"Oh my poor boy!" A woman in the slowly growing crowd cried out and raced forward to the injured lad. He had cuts all of over his arms and chest, his nice haori now held deep rips and holes and his face was quickly showing signs of bruising, especially around his right eye. Slight traces of blood were seeping through the fine material of his clothing.
"Who did this to you?" Reiji's mother asked urgently, not daring to let go of her son.
"He did it!" Reiji shouted pointing to Inuyasha was still being subdued by the other boys. "Just jumped out of the tree and attacked me!"
"Why you lying bastard!" Inuyasha howled, using all the strength he had to escape his conqueror's grips.
"YOU!" The chief bellowed, causing everyone to hold their breath. "What have you done to my son?!" He demanded, stalking to Inuyasha. Glaring up at the man, Inuyasha began to explain what had really happened but was quickly silence by a heavy, rough hand landing on his right cheek. The force of the impact sent him flying from out of his captors grasps and sprawling onto the ground.
"Serves you right you nasty hanyou!" The man sneered down at the boy, who was slowly getting himself back on his feet. As he watch as Inuyasha finally got to his feet, though a bit unsteadily, the man's arm began to shake with rage. "I never should have allowed your and your betraying mother to remain here. I should have thrown both of you out the moment I found out about her little 'rendezvous' with that foul youkai." He said the last word with a heavy tone of disgust.
"Take it back." Inuyasha said in barely more then a whisper. His hand were clenched in fists so tightly that his claws dug into his own skin, drawing blood. But he didn't care; his anger took over his senses.
"What was that?" The chief demanded.
"Take back what you said about my parents!" Inuyasha shouted at the top f his lungs. He was so angry, that without thinking, he lunged at the large man, red stained claws bared and ready to strike. What he hadn't counted on was the man's reflexes. The next thing he knew, he was once again face down in the dirt. Before he could brace himself, a sandaled foot connected with is stomach with so much force, that it pushed the boy at least 2 feet farther from where he had landed. Gasping for air, Inuyasha curled up in a ball to protect himself from another attack.
"Get out of here, hanyou." The chief snapped, turning his back on the boy. "If I see you in this village again, you'll have more to worry about then just my foot." He added over his shoulder before turning back to that still gathering crowd. "If anyone so much as looks kindly upon that thing, they will be kicked out of this village faster then they can blink. Wakarimasuka?" The group that had gathered nodded silently before turning to leave. One of the chief's neighbors had taken Reiji into his arms and was gently carrying him back to his home, with his mother still crying and refusing to let go of her son's hand.
Once everyone had returned to their own homes without so much as a second glance at the boy, Inuyasha slowly began to get up in a sitting position. Leaning back against the tree had had jumped from, he attempted to return his breathing to normal.
"Damn…chief." He muttered between strained breaths, rubbing his right cheek. "I don't need him or anyone." Quietly, and with some difficulties, Inuyasha returned to his 'home'. He took out a simple red bag, that he would use to collect stones and trinkets he found when out with his mother, and began filling it with provisions. He packed some food, his extra haori and a blanket. Before leaving for the last time, he returned to his mother's room.
He could still sense her here. The smell of cherry blossoms; her favorite flower, tempura; his favorite food, and sake; which she would always serve to anyone who came to visit. She was always such a woman of honor and respect, no matter who the rest of the village treated her. Kneeling down besides her bed, he lowered his head, said a silent prayer then bowed down before her, his hand flat on the floor in front of him.
"I love you, ha-ha." He whispered. "Sumimasen. I'm sorry for what I'll have to do. I will never forget you. I swear it." And with that, he left his home and took off into the forests, making a silent vow as he went, that he would never allow himself to rely on someone else ever again. Because he knew, they would end up hurt or worse. He had to rely on himself for everything now and there was nothing else to it.
A/N: I hope you like it so far. It's going to take a while, but will pick up soon, I promise. Thanks for reading!
:: AouraMaiden ::
Japanese Translations:
Ha-ha: Mother (referring to your own mother)
Hanyou: Half-demon
Haori: Japanese outfit
Youkai: Demon
Oka-san: Mother (referring to someone else's mother)
Oto-san: Father (referring to someone else's father)
Wakarimasuka: Understand?
Sumimasen: I'm sorry
