Chapter 1: Outsider
Falling to the ground, the young teen braced his body, as his face connected with the rough dirt and rigid rocks. Grabbing his assailant with his claws, he struggled to try and release his aching throat, from his opponent's vice-like grip. But it was to no avail.
His attacker, a young, handsome, maniacal demon of the Plantaebane Clan, named Kuromori, smirked at the struggles of his prey. "What's wrong tough guy? Can't fight me off? You are supposed to be the future daimyo, right?"
His entourage of cowardly followers, surrounded them, laughing at the spectacle. Watching as their leader, grounded the brat further into the soil.
Flicking a lock of midnight-colored hair out of his dark eyes, Kuromori began to sink his own claws into his victim's neck, feeling the blood run across his fingers. Relishing the sensation, he said in a more serious tone, "I don't care whose son you are, you can still bleed like the rest of us. You're nothing compared to me. I could kill you right now with a single twist."
His prey shook with anger as he struggled under his tormentors' cruel ridicule. Carnivorous jackals! He had been the brunt of Kuromori's brutality for too long now!
Summoning all his strength, the young teen pushed his assailant off his chest, and into the dust! Wiping the blood from his face, the boy stood to his full height. "I don't remember asking for your opinion of me, Kuromori."
The blackish-blue haired youth, picked himself up as his band began to form up behind him. "It's not just my opinion. Everyone says it, but it's nice to see you have some kind of power in those scarred arms of yours. A pity they're not strong enough for you to pass!"
The boy snarled back, "The exams are in a few weeks! Then we'll see who passes!"
"Ha! That's a laugh! Like you're even considered capable of passing!"
The youth's arms shook in anger as he clenched his fists tightly; so tightly, his palms bled. "Get out of here, Kuromori!"
Growling, the young midnight-haired male pushed the boy away, "Watch your mouth! You're talking to a fully capable demon assassin. So curb your tongue half-breed, and know your betters."
Fired with rage, the boy lashed out at Kuromori with his claws; who in turn, avoided his attack, then kick the boy from behind, down into the dirt.
The young assassin youth, stood there with his foot pressing down on his prey's chest. Smiling malevolently, he said, "That's where you belong half-breed—at my feet. Know your place!"
Struggling to get up, the boy said, "I'm just as much a full-blooded demon as you!"
"You might not have weak human blood in your veins, but it's the next best thing. Lady Kirahoshi probably killed your godforsaken father for being so weak, and giving her such pathetic offspring! You'd better watch your back little daimyo, because on the day of Graduation Exams, I'll make sure you wish your mother had killed you at birth."
Taking his foot away, he kicked stinging sand onto the boy's wounds. Then as fast as the fleeting west winds, Kuromori ran off laughing, his friends following in his wake.
The boy was left alone, lying in the dirt. Brushing himself off, the young demon got up. Anger burning in his amber eyes, as the boy, called Sesshoumaru, felt his own blood, drip from his claws…
