Ok, firstly, I would like to take out the time to thank my readers and friends who have stuck faithfully to this story. Which is all basically a great concept to end my writer's block. My life has basically been hell since December and it's just been up and down since Christmas time. I had my computer revoked after a long bout with my mother so I've been using friend's comps. To check my e-mail and to read stories since then, all the while neglecting my own. I have a funeral to go to tomorrow, as you can see, my life hasn't gotten any better yet. I'll be 16 on the 12th of March, and yet, I can muster up no excitement. My life basically sucks, so please bear with me until then ok. I'll try to keep posting frequently as time goes on, I will get this story done I swear to it. Its such a wonderful story in my mind, I'm determined for you all to share it with me as well. This was in his younger years, I'd say around 17 in our years, making him far older than a human 17-year-old because of the way they age, but around that age in this story, so technically, he is older than Michiko, so there.

Disclaimer: If I really owned Inuyasha, I would have made the ending better, had Kouga and Kagome end up together, and Rumiko Takahashi would be cleaning my house and doing my homework right now.

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I do however own Michiko and all of my other random characters that I choose to throw in at my leisure.

((such as the 19, 423 soldiers that appear in the fanfic, along with the rabbits in the fields, the scorpions, the grass, the clouds, the snow, Sesshomaru's feelings, and of course, my computer.

So don't sue me….The most you'll get is my light-up pen and my prized platform shoes with the fish in the bottom.)) -- Don't forget/-/ means a thought. "-" means actual spoken words.

So, here we are, the not so long awaited 5th chapter of Child of Memories.

Enjoy.

Michiko growled deep in her throat, watching as the arrogant demon met the battlefield. No warning was given, no terms of agreement, the warriors all but met in a bloody clash. She watched in fascination as the snow-white blur calmly sliced through a scorpion, sending it's two halves falling to the ground writhing. The villagers were all running past her, towards safer ground….they had to be protected….

/That arrogant bastard/

"ARGH!" she yelled angrily, un-sheathing her sword in a swift movement. Racing past the crowd, calling out to them. "This way!" she ducked down and began running towards the rice fields and clear, open ground, hoping that the ones who had ran to the woods had not been killed. The villagers followed her like lost sheep, waiting for her next move. The elevated fields gave Michiko a perfect view of the battlefield.

A child was crying, hugging to his mother's robe, his eyes held tightly shut. Michiko unknowingly sought out the white demon on the battlefield. She didn't find him until a green flash opened a hole in the swarm of scorpions revealing the demon to be in the thick of the battle, a fleck of blood running down one cheek. /He's an excellent fighter/ She thought, morbidly fascinated with the scene before her. Demons of all kinds kept coming from the forest, joining the fray without any hesitation.

"Miss, we have to get to a safer place, one that's not so open!" the elder from before grabbed her arm, giving it an urgent squeeze, trying to retrieve her from the dreamland she had slipped into. Michiko, ripped away from her observations turned to him, glaring at him like a spoiled child. "No. The open is the best place to be. If we're all huddled together in some hut or cave, then we're trapped with no way to defend ourselves or know what's happening. It's a pathetic way to run from a battle. If any of you were meant to die today, then you won't escape that fate by hiding from it." She said, her intelligent eyes drawn back to the battlefield. "He looks as if he's dancing…." She whispered to herself.

"Miss…."

"Hmm, gather the remaining men into a circle, place the women and children at the heart of it, at least we can protect them with everything that we have." She turned back to the group of people behind her, huddled together in fear. A man to her left gasped, watching the battlefield. She turned quickly to see what had caused such a reaction. Far up in the air, A body was falling back to the earth, his blue kimono reflecting the sun brilliantly. He was caught as he fell by the deft claws of the scorpion, hissing as it raised its venomous tail of the throat of the demon it was holding. He appeared unconscious from this distance, his white hair lying on the great claw of the scorpion that held him in its grasp. Blood was trickling from the claw onto the ground, sizzling as it hit the already blood-drowned field. Michiko raised her sword and bolted out over the hill.

"Miss! Where are you going?

"The battlefield!" Michiko shouted over her shoulder as she raced towards the battlefield. "Don't move away from that spot! Protect the women and children!" Her legs pumped faster as she raced through the first small puddle of blood, the hot smell already over whelming her.

Yup, that's it, bad isn't it?

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Oh well, I'm writing this for me, no one else, so as long as I can get down some of what's in my head I'll be happy.

I should be able to get up another chapter tonight before I go to bed.

Enjoy and please review.

Remember though, I accept criticism, not assholes.