The Thief
By Lady of the InkDisclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, but you knew that . . .I hope. But I do own this plot and all the twists that it takes.
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The Thief
Inuyashax
It was all over the news.
Across Japan, pieces of jewelry were being taken in the dark of night. The thief, who was too skilled to ever be spotted, also seemed to be picky. Only a specific type of pink-hued stone was ever taken.
A year after beginning his quest, the thief had finally collected all the pieces of the shattered Shikon no Tama. Clutching them tightly in a clawed hand, memories raced through his mind of friends who had once fought and died by his side. Soon he would see them again.
Closing his eyes, Inuyasha made his wish.
