AN: Alright, this is my first fic. Don't let this affect you, however, because I like flames. Don't hold back, but make sure you have a reason for flaming. Also, this is basically just to try out a few things. It may be changed later on to modify the plot and things like that.

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha. No duh. If I did own InuYasha, the show would be cancelled by now.

Completely Untitled Prologue

A young boy stood silently, his back turned to a large rock wall. He stared into the wood, his bright green eyes flashing as they caught the light of the setting sun. A breeze filled the air, shaking tree limbs vigorously, and the boy wraped his arms around his chest, trying to cover the bare skin that the tears in his clothes revealed.

"Where are you?" he asked chilly nothing impatiently. His weight shifted from his heel to the balls of his feet as his brow furrowed in frusteration.

He began to back toward the wall without taking his sharp gaze off of the softly swaying tree branches before him. Quickly, he felt the sharp pain of jagged rock digging into his thigh. Running his claws along the stone, he found a semi-smooth spot that seemed easy enough to access. He leaned his weight into his palms and lifted himself onto the rock. Crossing his legs Indian-style, he placed his hands under his knees, trying not to let the cold make him weak. He hardly dared blink, not willing to risk any of the consequences. He sat still as stone in the same position, not even changing it as his leg lost feeling from falling asleep.

The sun had long ago dipped beneath the horizon, leaving only the moon in a starless sky. A woman in a dark red kimono walked slowly through the forest, her gait neither quickening nor slowing. The rustling of the leaves followed behind as the wind accented her every movement, copying every flex. The wind was her. Became her. The small flick of hair, the caress on a cheek…. It was her.

The clearing she eventually arrived in was empty. She crossed her arms and began her waiting, fingering her fan absently. As minutes passed, her patience wore out. The woman's mouth opened as if to say something. What was to leave her bright red lips, however, would not leave them.

A cold voice filled the air. Seemingly emotionless and uncaring, yet menacing, mocking. The voice came from a figure from afar, only his outline visible. As it drew nearer, the figure took shape. The shape of a baboon suit. His outfit gave th man an almost comical look as he stepped gracefully into the clearing, an almost perfect contrast of the voice that had emitted from his throat. "Hello, Kagura…"

Following the strange man with the baboon suit was a pettite girl, her face still and emotionless, her blank white eyes matching the white hair that fell to her shoulders. Her white kimono matched perfectly, creating a plain look for the child.

The descriptions, however, did not interest Kagura. The young girl's mirror, held between her two small hands, was glowing. The woman smiled. "Time to begin…"