I don't own Inuyasha.
(First shot at a story that has some of my beliefs in it. Please bear with me.)
The boy was in the meadow and the meadow was in the courtyard. The jesters were dancing happily and the children were jumping in joy. Castle walls of stone stood around the courtyard, and tall trees shown over the spikes at the very top of the stone.
When night fell, the jesters went back to their tents, the children back to their mothers in the huts, and the travelers passed by the walls. But the boy never left. He stood holding a toy ball and waited for a place to go, but never found one.
Day by day passed, but never once did anyone ask him why he was there. He was unnoticed by everyone and everything, while he stood and held his bouncy ball.
It seemed as if everyday, the boy was teased silently, not being noticed, not able to interact with everyone else. Everyday, the jesters danced, the children cheered, and the travelers traded, until the day that the boy was noticed came.
Young kids pointed out the furry mounds they called dog ears on his head, then laughed and called him names. The adults cursed and spat at him, telling him to leave that place and never come back. He was shunned, but he stood strong.
He remembered once, his mother told him that just because others see you in a certain way; you don't have to see yourself in that way. Just because others see you as ugly or pretty, you shouldn't believe them. You have to believe yourself and agree with yourself that you are that way.
For this reason, he stood strong. He stood proud, and then, he was noticed for his self-confidence. The boy was noticed as one of the strongest and pure men in the castle. He wasn't shunned anymore for the ears on the scalp of his head, or the white hair that dripped down his shoulders and back.
So, when he proved to himself that he could stand strong, and that he could protect himself from evil thoughts, he set out on a journey to find others in need of help. He spread his teachings and some called him a god, while others called him a curse. Whether he was called a cure or evil, he let no accusations reach his mind, because he only believed what he wanted to believe.
When he taught all he could, and he reached his goal, he moved onto his next quest: To not depend on others. Easy as it was, he found it hard to stay in his hut for a whole month. He ate only enough for him to survive and drank just enough to live.
He grew old, he became weak, but he never learned how to love others. He became selfish, and so indulged in himself that he never left the hut. He lost respect from his family, and lost respect from his followers. He was born along, raised alone, and died alone. A long cycle that repeats itself over, and over, and over... Until you deny it and agree to something else.
Hm. Not so happy with the ending but it sent the message through I think. Okay bye.