Oi! Here's a fic close to me! I've been listening to too much My Chemical Romance, but that's not the point! I've had a fic like this posted before, but it wasn't doing to well and thanks to my writer's block,I took it down.The Prince, Pincess themed thing. They were really frequent a few weeks ago, but not anymore, so thought it'd be a good time to put it up. I hope you like!

I DON'T OWN INUYASHA! So back off lawyer dudes...

Read and enjoy!

The Dog Prince: The Begining of Her Dreams

She dangled the crystalline pink jewel in front of her eyes, a small sigh escaping her full painted lips. A tiny mew caught her attention and she turn her smoky grey blue eyes down on her two tailed kitten perched next to her on her bed. With a smile, she held it above its head, a paw shot out, knocking it into a swinging frenzy.

"I'm glad you like it too, Kirara. You're the only one, other then me, around here that does." Said Kirara meowed and pawed at the small shining orb with feline contempt.

Suddenly a loud bang on her door rang though the quiet room, scaring the cat into hiding under the desk across the room. "Princess! You must come out at once. The king requests you immediate company in the grand hall!"

She stood up with a very un-lady like huff and brushed her dress off. "How many times have I told not to knock on my door in such a manner?" she said quietly to herself. She quickly clipped her pink jewel necklace back around her neck and tucked it under her shirt, letting it rest warmly in between her breasts. Hurrying out the room with Kirara silently trailing behind, she made her way down the long wide corridor. As she passed servants, they stopped and bowed to her respectfully. But in her mind, she was tempted beyond belief to roll her eyes and wave them off, but with her royal duties, as her father put it, she had to accept their respect. She just walked by, silently apologizing in her mind to them, even though she knew it was all in vain.

The marble corridor she walked down was huge. Big enough to allow five men, fully armored, to walk a breast with out even bumping into the overly decorated furniture that sat up against the wall. Solemn faced ancients were painted on canvas and hung on the walls, giving her the chilly feeling that she was being watched everywhere she went. Not one of the paintings had a smile on it. No one ever smiled in the castle though. The plush red carpets were soft enough to be silk and yet the ungodly color was fresh blood red. Rumors from the servants as they passed without noticing her were that it had been dyed with the blood of the great lords killed in the war then powdered with magic to keep the color vivid. So that the memory of their great victory against the many inhuman kingdoms around them lived on as long as the kingdom did.

Huge crystal chandeliers hung above, giving off the only faint glow of light in the entire castle. There were no windows which she so dearly wished for. To get that bright warm sunlight and in the mornings, throw open the huge panes and breath in the fresh cool air, maybe enjoy a peaceful breeze. But not here. Her father considered glass of any kind to be an evil thing. A weakness as he said.

The décor everywhere became greater as she neared the mall hall. The gigantic twin oak doors leading to the main hall where beautiful as some said, but she thought it was the most horrid thing she'd even seen. On the thick polished surface was the scene of a giant dog dead on its back with a sword in its throat. It was outlined in gold, words of conquest scrawled around in the ancient language her people kept dear. Along with the carving was a golden dog head. It was there with the carving to show their greatest defeat ever. The murder of the great dog king, Tashio. The picture was nowhere near what really happened to him. In dog language it was inu lord. She secretly adored the name and the creature that it belonged to.

The pink jewel gave a short pulse, bringing goose bumps up on her skin. The jewel. Her beautiful jewel. The deceased inu lord had given it to her. The night before his demise, she had snuck down to the dungeon, offering food and water. He declined her with not a trace of anger against her. She broke down in tears, pleading out apologies for her fathers wrongs, even though they were impossible to make up for no matter how hard she tried. All he had done was smile at her and say a few words. She remembered as if he'd just told her right that second. They warmed her to the bone with a sad happiness.

"You are a beautiful and pure maiden. Take this jewel and let no others see it. It can grant your dearest wishes someday."

And before she could thank him or say anything at all, everything blacked out and she woke up the next morning with the wild cheers of servants and peasants running about everywhere and singing. She could never forget those jeering evil words for as long as she lived.

"The dog devil is dead! Long live the Bento Kingdom!"

The rest of the day she'd spent locked up in her room, praying with the jewel held tight in her hands and cried for the lord, his family and his kingdom. After that day the servants whispered about her, quiet curses as they did indeed suspect she had seen the lord and pitied him even though they were sworn enemies.

After a few seconds of thoughts, she knocked on the door, almost surprised when there was barley a sound at all. With a loud creak, one side opened just enough for her to slide through, but just as she was about to do so, a line of her father's advisors rushed out, almost knocking her over. She huffed, but swallowed the words that threatened to come out. Such rude oafs they were at times, making stubborn and cruel judgments. It angered her much just to hear them talk about her precious Inu Kingdom. With a sigh, she stepped into the hall, gasping at the mess the meet her eyes. Papers and scrolls lay scattered around everywhere, some scribbled on, some blank, and some soaked in the many puddles of spilled ink, their wells knocked over in frustration or un-acknowledgment.

And in front of it all sat her father. His long brown hair, usually up in a traditional top knot, was down and sticking out at odd angles, framing a tired worried face, creased with many years of the same that was happening now. His majestically and beautifully woven clothes were wrinkled and mussed to look as if an unskilled peasant had made them. And he slumped forward with his mood, very sullen and not a good sign on her term.

She took a few steps forward and bit her bottom lip. "F-father…?" she said quietly, gaining his attention with the snap of his neck. She flinched at his crazy gaze, eyes gleaming in a feral happiness only brought by the spilling of blood with him.

"My daughter!" he exclaimed, voice horse and dry sounding, almost cracking. "My beautiful daughter! I-I have some wonderful news for you!"

Curiosity snagged her thoughts and she tilted her head to the side, eyes brightening at the mention. "What is it?" she asked, the thrill in her voice was hard to miss and her smile didn't not help either.

He cleared his throat and said, "You are going to visit your cousin. What was his name again? Any how, the castle is getting to be a little busy and most of the servants will be moved out also. I have some very important maters to deal with and I can't have anyone in here. It will only be for a short time, but think of it as a vacation of sorts, but without me. How is that?"

A chill ran down her spine and the jewel gave an unsettled throb. The Inu Kingdom. When ever something had to do with the Inu Kingdom, the jewel would respond in certain ways. Good things seemed to warm her up, leave pleasant goose bumps, but bad things just gave her the chills, making her feel as if she was going to loose everything in her stomach in one heave. Anger long held down welled up, pushing against her mind with so much force she was felt tears well up with it.

She took a deep breath and held down a sob, crying out, "What have you done? What are you doing to the Inu Kingdom? I'm shamed to call such an evil thing my father!" Her cries echoed out into the empty hall, ending in a shocked silence from her father.

His face contorted up in anger. "You will take back what you said, young lady! Right this instant! I will not take such words from my own daughter! Never speak of that vile land in such a manner of honor. And you have no right to know what I do with my kingdom or any other one as of that! Now, guards! Take her away!" he hissed and snapped his fingers. She slumped to the ground, starring at her father in disbelief, tears slipping down her cheeks. Kirara mewed and rubbed against her in comfort as the man got up from his throne, stomping out in unrivaled anger. She cradled the kitten in her arms, sobbing into soft warm fur. The double doors burst open and three soldiers came in, each cautious as they walked up to her.

One knelt down in front of her and took Kirara gently from her hands. "I'm sorry, Princess, but we must take you to the carriage. Your things have already been packed and loaded," he said quietly as the other two helped her up. She nodded numbly and let them lead her outside, a plain white carriage sat waiting for her. They helped her in and closed the door. She was still stunned, never noticing that her jewel was glowing brightly and lighting the dark carriage.

"That bastard!" he yelled, eyes burning with a vengeful fire. "He killed him! I'll slaughter their entire kingdom! And the jewel…" With an unsettled growl, he sat down hard, startling the huge shaggy dog seated on the other red cushion of the couch. It snorted and flopped its head back down to rest on his lap. He managed a smile, dulled eyes gaining a bit of sparkling luster back. With an unconscious move, he rested his hand on the hilt of his sword that was belted tightly to his hip. The last thing he'd gotten from his father. Right before the man had been captured. He could have escaped easily, killing everyone in that castle, but he didn't. Before he'd left for the battle, forcing him to stay at the castle to protect his mother, he'd said something about the chosen one. Someone to carry on the legacy. That had struck him hard. His father was never very loving to him. His brother Sesshomaru maybe, but not him.

The dog sniffed it and gave its tail a wag. His smile widened and he rubbed its head. "You like it still, Ame? Right, girl? Glad I'm not the only one."

A loud bang startled them both and he jumped up, hand gripping his sword hilt tightly. "My lord! The queen wants to see you now in her room!"

Letting out a very un-prince like curse and snort, he stood up and straightened out his uncomfortable clothes as best he could. "Don't bang on the damn door!" he yelled, wrenching the door open. The servant that had given him the quiet notice fell backwards, tripping over his own feet, and landed on his butt, look of pure fear on his face. With a choke, he clawed to his feet and scrambled for the hall, letting out little yells. With a snicker, he started down the plain corridor. Happy paintings of light haired children and their parents posed with smiles and sparkling eyes as they sat forever in their frames. Every few steps there were huge open windows, letting in the jostling murmur of the crowded square below and the cool claming breeze that brought tantalizing scents with it. He ran his fingers over the plain tables set out with flowers or smaller pictures on them, giving the corridor a homey feeling.

What few servants were around, cleaning and watering the many vases of flowers, stopped and bowed as he passed, but he just waved them off. He hated that kind of stuff… Never did like being royalty either.

He stopped in front of the small wooden door and gave it a quick knock. There were footsteps and the cracked open, the young yet plainly tired and worn out face of a woman. A small smile instantly light up on her face and she opened the door all the way to allow entrance. As soon as he stepped in, she hurriedly closed it, locking it and putting the key in the large pocket on her apron. By his eyes, she looked horrible. Her long pitch black hair was tangled and laid unevenly around her form, almost dragging on the hard stone floor. And when she was worried or depressed, she would put on servant clothing and go around, cleaning and helping out in the kitchen, as to not cause uproar. Queens were not to sully their hands doing scrounging works of servants. But she'd grown up a simple village woman and as that she had stayed in heart.

Uneasiness roiled up into his mind as she clenched and un clenched something in her slender hands, biting her bottom lip to keep from blurting something out. "What is it, mother?" he asked, stepping closer with a hand stretched out a little, ready to comfort if she broke down yet again from grief.

She sat down on a golden silk cushioned chair, gesturing for him to do the same, worry increasing as she closed her eyes to fight back tears. She spoke, voice soft and barley able to be heard by even a normal person if they tried. "I'm surrendering…" The words hit him like a hammer to the head.

He clenched his teeth in an attempt to keep from yelling. "But why, mother? They will kill everyone! Even if they are human. The women, the children, even the old. How can you do it?" his voice was steadily getting louder.

She sighed and ran a hand over her face, breathing deeply, as if in pain. "They can not kill my people. We have made terms. I surrender my land and everything we own to them and the people go free. Every single one of them. But there's one more thing…" She let out a weak sob, "We are to be executed… The entire royal family…" And at last, she burst into tears. His heart skipped a beat. Time was as if it had stopped. Nothing but pain and fear enveloped him, covering anything else.

He opened his mouth to say something when she jumped up, letting out a scream. "But I won't let them have you!" She turned to him, cheeks glistening with tears, but her eyes gleaming with rebellion. In her hand she clutched a necklace. Foreign as it looked, it had an odd attraction to him. It was a string of thick dark purple glass beads, with a polished white fang of some animal placed between every few beads. "This," she said, holding it out, "shall protect you. No one will be able to harm you! But it will change your life forever. As long as you live, it does not matter. You have heard of your father speaking of the Chosen One, have you not? You must have when he spoke to the armies. You must find them. They have the jewel and it must be protected, no matter what.

"I can no longer protect you from what you truly are; my son, and now you must face it. You will find out things of this family and they will not be good. I promise you that. Now, I shall give you one last thing." With quick grace, she pulled a bow out, holding it out to him as if it would shatter with a tiny squeeze. "You will find out what you truly are when you take this. Now stand." With a numbed mind, he did so and reached out, grasping the weapon. It felt as if a gentle warm blanket had been spread over him, covering him in a comfortable calm. "Just like your father…" his mother murmured and he blinked, focusing his eyes. He looked down at his hand, holding the bow tightly and gasped. Not a chance for words, she acted fast and pulled the necklace down over his head, whispering a quick chant and stepping back. "I'm sorry, but I always remember that I love you." And then everything went black.

Mm... Makes you wonder who's who, doesn't it? Alright then. Here's a little question for you all.

Can you guess who th efirst character will turn out to be? (The girl)

I'm just curious to see if anyone thinks it's a different person then it really is. I doubt it though. Hope you liked it! Make sure to review!

Tsuch!