2. Sad Times

Inuyasha was silent for a moment, and then he stood, the aroma of stew filling his nose, but he barley smelled it because of his anger, broken trust, and pain. "Why didn't you ever tell me? It would have helped a lot! Because of you I'll never have any friends!" he yelled.

"Inuyasha…please…" his mother's voice was hushed and thick with sadness, much more deeper than Inuyasha's.

When Inuyasha turned to look at his mother, he saw something he'd thought he'd never see from his mother. A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked up at him with pleading eyes. And for that very instant, a flash of regret washed over him. He walked towards his mother and hugged her. He wasn't as bad as he seemed sometimes. He cared for his mother deeply, but that was just about it. No one else he could think of.

Inuyasha didn't speak, instead, he spun around, and left. He was different from her and everyone else, nothing could change that. So why stay if everyone hated him? He walked slowly towards an old tree that he always hung around and climbed it, digging his claws through the soft bark. He climbed towards the second branch, just out of reach of everyone, and sat on it, legs resting on its thick wood. He laid his head back on his thrown up arms and closed his eyes. He wasn't going back down there yet, he'd give his mom time to calm down and then he'd come.

Even from this far a distance, he smelled her sadness, but he also scented the villages' anger towards him. He wouldn't go in the village for a while, maybe not ever again, but that meant not seeing his mom, and he was only a boy, what could he know about living on his own?

Sighing, he leapt down the tree just as his mother appeared. "Inuyasha, I'd thought you'd like something to eat." his mother said, handing him a bowl of steaming soup.

"Thanks, how did you know I'd be here?"

"This is your favorite spot, so how could I not? I take it you smelled me coming, right?"

"Nah, I was coming back."

"Oh!"

"Why do you act surpirsed?"

"No reason. Its just that with well...with you being a half-demon and all, I figured you'd stay away for at least the rest of the night if not more."

"Why?"

"Because, your father, sometimes, he'd just get up and leave for a bit. I think it was the fact about sleeping inside that got him, but once, he had gotten mad, thinking that I was cheating on him, in love with another man. He was wrong, of course. "Ezioi," he had said to me, "do you love me? Or do you hate me enough to cheat on me?"

"My first reaction was shock and I asked him what he was talking about. He got mad and left for the night, and I didn't see him for three days. And when he finally returned, I noticed a strange look on his face. Forgiveness. I hadn't seen that in a while. I guess he had figured it out and came back, I believe that was the only fight we'd ever had, too."

Inuyasha just nodded and finished his soup. "Night mom," he said before laying down on the deer skin his mother had made a bed out of for him.

"Good night, Inuyasha."

With that Inuyasha closed his eyes, but behind his eyelids, terrors lurked.

Inuyasha saw the village folk. They were angry looking. All of them had some sort of weapon. It was night in his dreams, and that made their faces look all the more ugly mean. Inuyasha spotted Kota through the crowd, but saw he had a look of hatred displayed on his face. "Kota!" he called.

"You! You demon! You trick me by trying to come into my home so you can slaughter my family? Monster!" Kota shouted at him, throwing his weapon at him. Inuyasha just narrowly dodged it, that had been too close for his liking.

"That never crossed my mind!" Inuyasha promised.

"My mother knows all of your demon ways! Now get out of our village!"

Suddenly weapons began flying. Inuyasha could not dodge all of them. Some actually met their mark, while others were reflected by the fire rat robes. When on spear hit its mark, Inuyasha gave loud cry, clutching his arm. And in that instant, something allowed him to summon a power deep within him. In that instant, Inuyasha raised his bloodied hand and yelled, "Blades of Blood!"

Red blasts of demonic energy shot through the crowd, killing Kota and his family, his whole family and a few others.

"Inuyasha! Inuyasha!" came his mother's desperate voice.

Inuyasha looked around but he could not find his mother. "Mother? Mother help!"

Suddenly Inuyasha opened his eyes, ad to his surprise, his mother was bent over him, shaking him, her face full of concern. "Wh-what happened?"

"What were you dreaming about?" his mother asked.

"What was I?-Oh, something bad…" he mumbled.

"You were screaming in your sleep. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine Mom." he reassured her.

"Okay, if you're positive, want some breakfast?"

"Sure." Inuyasha excepted the bowl of steaming ramen and gulped it down as if he were starving. When he finished, he handed the bowl back and nodded, "Thanks." With that he sat there, like a dog, scenting the air for the angry scents he had smelled last night. There wasn't a trace of it left. Sighing with relief, Inuyasha stood, with the fact of him being part demon swirling in his head, he headed outside.

Inuyasha decided he go into the forest today, hopefully he wouldn't meet anyone in there, and if he did, he'd scare them off because everyone despises a demon, right? He kicked a rock, hard. It went flying through the air and landed a long way off, more than Inuyasha could walk in a day.

Scowling, he welcomed the cool shade of the trees, his hair swaying in the gentle breeze. Inuyasha heard the bushes rustle and he turned to see a squirrel come chattering out of the bushes and as it began to scamper up the tree, Inuyasha wished it wouldn't move again.

He took his anger out on the squirrel. Leaping at it, he raised his hands, claws displayed, his slashed the squirrel across the back. It gave a shrill cry before dropping the ground. There it bled, and Inuyasha ended its pain quickly, the human in him not wanting to see it suffer, but that was what was to become of the village people if they kept it up!

"Its him! It's the demon, he killed the squirrel!" came a fimilar voice. Inuyasha turned around to see at least ten people in front of him, their faces angry.

"No one wants you here, demon!" yelled a small boy.

"Oh, and you would like to end up like the little squirrel here, would you?" Inuyasha threatened, his voice dangerous.

"You see! He threatens us with death!" yelled Kota's mother.

Suddenly Inuyasha's dream came back to him, could that be happening?

"Calm down, lady, I am sure Inuyasha just merely was mad, he must have suspected the squirrel to be an enemy," came his mother's calm voice, "did you not Inuyasha?"

"I did mother." he lied.

"The boy lies!"

"You can not prove it, and if you keep this up, then shall this village be raided by demons and may you all be killed!"

"You can not say anything about demons! You loved one!" shouted the woman.

"Aye, it was the best demon in the world, the Great Dog Demon!" Ezioi defended.

"More like something that deserved to die the way he did!"

Inuyasha glared at the woman, Kota's mother. No longer could he stand it, no longer would he take insults from her! He raised his hand once more, but this time it was glistening with blood. He remembered the power he had felt in his dream. He summoned it.

"Inuyasha! Don't do it!" his mother ordered.

Inuyasha didn't hear her.

"Don't become like your cold-hearted brother, Inuyasha, don't become Sesshomaru!"

He didn't listen. He pleasured in the gasp in the crowd, and that was when he yelled, "Blades of Blood!" Slamming his claws down towards the people, blades of red demonic energy burst forth, slicing at the crowd, but aimed at one person. Kota's mother.

The blades met their mark, slashing at her, making her scream in agony and pain as the blades slashed right through her, and then she fell silent, dropping to the ground-in pieces. Inuyasha snarled at the dead woman and spun around, and simply left without a trace. He left his mother, his home, his food, his comfort. No way was he staying!

With his demonic speed with him, he raced through the forest as fast as he could go, no longer wanting to see a single villagers face ever again! His hands trailing out beside him, he leapt over logs and jutting rocks. His old life had vanished, and now, he had a free life, a good life.

He was different, and he had murdered. He put himself in exile. Inuyasha shook his head while racing through the forest. When he came upon the end of the forest, he was met by a wide-stretching clearing with a beautiful, clear blue lake off to the east.

He sat down in the grass, his head resting on his arms. This was his life now. He would live…on….his own…forever… And never see his mother again…

Sighing heavily, he sat there, and fell into a peaceful sleep.