Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha.

Sesshomaru: See, that wasn't too hard, was it?

SuzakusNoMiko: Yes it was! It was Very Hard :Runs off crying:

Chapter 1: The Beginning

It was a dark evening, and the only light in your room was the light that shone through from the window, the light of the stars and full moon. Your day was filled with business and when there was a day like today you were always happy to go back home and lay in your bed. Sleep would've easily overcome you if it weren't for a warning that your friend, Jin, had given you, being a dog-demon general you were in charge of all things that had to do with your tribe, and your duties doubled since your father, the tribe's chief, had died last month. So, when Jin had a vision, being a psychic, that your home would be attacked in the dead of night, you had to be on your guard. You had been up for hours and patrolling the hallways of the castle in which you presided, looking in on your widowed mother, and little brothers and sisters, and making sure that all of the servants were safe. The tribe was being protected by the best warriors in the army, and it was natural for them to all worry about your family first, but you wouldn't take up on their offers to help you, you were the best warrior in the Northern lands and you were reluctant to take help from anyone.

You were deep in your thoughts that night, wondering who would have the audacity to threaten your tribe. Who would be stupid enough to attack your family directly? Who was so intent on dying that they would walk straight to their death and your sword? You were pondering these questions, searching for their answers, when a light breeze blew through your window and you got up. You grabbed your sword and walked to your door, you slid it open and silently walked out into the hallway. You walked down the deserted hallway, unheard to the most sensitive ear, and unseen by the sleeping eye. Morning was nearing and you began to wonder if Jin had given you the wrong night that the intruders were to come the next night, or the next, or maybe even, next week. Your nerves began to settle, you were nervous all night, although you may be a great warrior you were still a bit jittery when it came to a fight. And just when you were about to go to your room to retire you heard a window crash on the other side of the castle, the area where your siblings slept.

You ran down hallway after hallway, knowing the quickest way to the other end of the castle, you avoided all of the hallways that took you around the edge of the castle, and the ones to dead ends. You ran at your fullest speed, your silver hair flowing behind you, your icy blue eyes taking on a reddish tint to them as you neared the room where the sound had come from. You heard a scream and picked up the speed, then you heard another scream, and as the wing filled with screams you could pick out each of them, all of your siblings were crying out for their mom. They were just kids, barely even six was the oldest, so none of them could get through a night without crying and your mother learned how to tune out their screams in the dead of night. You were half grateful for that ability, half upset, your siblings were being attacked and your mother would sleep right through it, leaving her children to be killed, but on the other had she would be left to live.

Then, one by one the screams died away and there were only two left, you ran into the nearest room and saw on the bed there was cowering young girl, three years old, her silver hair disheveled from just waking up, her big brown eyes tearing and tears wet her face. You grabbed her by the arm and threw her on your back and began to run once more. You threw open your sibling's doors, one after another and each time you were welcomed by the same sickening sight. You covered the little girls eyes, and began to feel sick as you looked into the rooms of your siblings, there was blood upon the walls and their rooms were all in tatters, you would look down onto the floors and see their mangled bodies lying there, limp and lifeless. If there was any chance of finding the fiend who would attack children in their sleep they were probably in the final room. You ran to it and threw the door open, and was greeted by the sight of a demon, he seemed much older than you, was holding your youngest brother, at the age of two-years-old, by the neck and was puncturing his neck with his razor sharp nails. Your brother looked at you with pleading eyes and your little sister started to cry seeing her brother being killed right before her eyes. You set her on the ground and began to run towards your brother's attacker, claws bared. He finally noticed you and threw your brother across the room, and his body hit the other wall, you heard a crack, and the crash of glass. Your brother's neck had broken, you were sure of that, and looking back, you saw his body had glass sticking out of it, and realized that the glass that had made a crash was that of a mirror, which had fallen on your brother and pierced his body.

The attacker jumped out of the window and onto the roof of the main wing, you followed him on a pursuit through the battlements and watched as he swung from a battlement to a third floor window, the one you knew was your mother's, and disappear. You followed close behind and got into the room, only in time to see him take a knife and slash your mother's bed. Blood began to seep from the sheets and your nose was overwhelmed by the scent of your mom's freshly shed blood. After watching a moment in horror you realized that the man had finished killing your mother and had turned his eyes towards you, you drew your sword and ran straight towards him, sword bared. Any onlooker would not have been able to follow the movement of his sword and yours, the clash of metal on metal would meet any ear. And then there was the deafening sound of metal on flesh, you felt something sink into your skin and then felt something warm trickle down your side. A new fury was found in you and you returned to the battle with renewed strength, your siblings were killed, your mother killed in front of your very eyes and if you didn't fight back, you would be next to go. The sound of metal on metal resounded through the wing, and then one terrible moment you heard metal fall to the ground, your sword had fallen from your hands and now lay on the ground. Then you felt your body being hacked away at, your blood was slowly trickling from you, and then you fell to the ground.

The attacker ceased to hack away at your almost lifeless body, and you felt yourself being picked up and put on someone's back. The person ran back across the roof, past the battlements which you had gone past earlier that night, and into your brother's room. You heard the screams of another child, your sister and then you blacked out.

"(y/n)," whispered a voice, slowly you felt yourself regain consciousness, and quickly sat up, remembering what had happened before you blacked out. You quickly lay down again; you were overcome by a hurt that you had never felt before.

"Ahh, so your up," said a man's voice, you couldn't see where the voice was coming from, but you could determine that it came from the direction of a darkened corner. ", I have a job for you. I have got your younger sister here, and I'll let you have her back if you do me a favor."

"What type of favor is that?" you asked, hatred was in your voice.

"There is a half-demon, I would like you to slay," the voice said simply.

"I don't slay demons when I do not know them," you replied.

"This demon has a sword, called the tetsusaiga, and I would like you to kill him. He is causing quite a nuisance, and he's becoming a detriment to my plans."

"What is his name?" you asked. The name of the sword was somewhat familiar to you, but you weren't quite sure if this was really the demon you were thinking of.

"His name is InuYasha," the demon said coolly.

Yes, that was the name of the man you were thinking of, this InuYasha was known as a great warrior in your lands and you would relish the chance to fight such a great opponent. "I'll fight this 'InuYasha'."

"I do not ask you to merely fight him, I ask you to win, I ask you to slay him. Will you be able to achieve this?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Good, you shall leave to fight him in two nights, that should be enough time for you to heal," the voice replied.

"Can I have the name of the man I work for?" You ask.

"My name is…"

Two days later you left on your mission.

"InuYasha! We need to go this way," cried a voice.

"InuYasha, I'm hungry," another said.

"InuYasha I'm tired," another whined.

So this must be InuYasha, you thought to yourself as you watched a dog-demon in a red kimono stop running, let a mortal off of his back, and walk over to a tree, one not too far from you. Here was your chance!

I'll end there; I have to go read my summer homework! Whoo hoo! NOT! But I wanted to leave out the name of the attacker on purpose, but clues as to who it is are the sword and being 'a detriment to my plans.' I think that it's kind of obvious, but then again I wrote it so it will be pretty obvious to me. I won't update until I get a few reviews so… But if you guys could help me out, I want a pretty cool name for your sword (I'm not too great with names) and if I don't get a name for your sword then I'll change your weapon on you, double blades maybe. Bow and arrows, I don't know, we'll see. Anyways R&R, that is really all that I ask for. Or in the words of Andrew Lloyd Webber, 'That's all I ask of you.' Haha, next time, you fight InuYasha, and learn about your past.