A/N: Well here we go.. the plot thickens.. I hope. Not sure if I'm completely satisfied but hey, the stories got to go on sometime.


Chapter 6

"There it is Miroku!" Sango said as she finally saw the village they had been searching over half the morning for. They landed lightly on the road entering the village. They knew how some people didn't react well to Kilala in her full demonic form so they figured this would be a good idea.

As they came closer to the village they noticed that something must have happened already because of the abnormal way in which the villagers were acting. As they walked through the streets they could see that everyone there was heading towards some particular spot.

"Sango I fear we must be too late, Kagura may have already taken whatever it is she was looking for." Miroku said, staring at the crowd up ahead. The villagers were in a grave yard.

"Well that rat youkai did say something about a grave." Sango replied, shaking her head as they drew closer to the crowd.

"Oh Elder! The old lords bones have been taken!"

"Or perhaps his angry soul left the grave in search of revenge! Oh Elder, who could have done this?"

An old man stood in front of the crowd at the foot of the grave. Seemingly pondering over what this could possibly mean. "There could be many a reason why this has happened. I will meditate on the matter further." The old man turned and the crowd separated as he walked through. He stopped as he passed Sango and Miroku. "You two, ye have not been seen here before." He stared, giving them each a suspicious look up and down.

"We are but humble travelers." Miroku smiled politely as he began to think of ways in which he could get himself a free meal. "My demon slayer friend and I felt an ominous aura coming from your village and came to investigate."

Sango rolled her eyes, she knew exackly what Miroku was getting at but she felt it best not to say anything as her stomach growled inside her.

"Perhaps we could be of assistance? We are most skilled at exercising evil spirits and demoms." Miroku grinned as the old man beckoned to him to follow him.


Just a mile or two away from the village, Shippo was becoming more uncomfortable with the awkward silence between Inuyasha and Kagome. Kagome seemed as though she would rather be anywhere in the world at that moment then on Inuyasha's back. Inuyasha also seemed to be off somewhere as he was lost in thought. But something else was bothering Shippo more.

"Hey Inuyasha, did you smell what I smelled back there?"

"Yah I did."

"Do you think maybe he's hurt real bad?"

"No," Inuyasha slowed his pace a bit. "There wasn't enough blood, I'm sure he's fine."

Kagome was becoming annoyed at being kept out of the know of whatever it was they smelled back there. By the way they were talking it sounded as though someone was hurt.

"What did you smell Shippo?" Kagome asked the Kitsune, obviously she still didn't feel like talking with Inuyasha just yet.

"Kohaku." Shippo looked at her nervously, he knew he should have said something about it back at the clearing, but the way Kagome was yelling at Inuyasha had even scared him. He did deserve it though, stupid baka. He thought.

Inuyasha stopped, letting the two off of him. He stepped out of the tree's onto a road leading to the village ahead. As he walked along the road he began to notice how certain tree's looked distinctly familiar. He wasn't sure what to make of it.

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw a large stone sticking straight out of the ground. It was round and leaned itself against a large tree. Roots were rapped around it and to one side the rock face was smooth and diagnalled down. Shippo ran ahead and climbed on top of it. "Hey watch Kagome!" He laughed as he slid down the smooth surface. "Oh wow Shippo, it's a little slide!" She smiled as she ran over to her small youkai friend.

A memory suddenly flashed into Inuyasha's mind.

"Mother" he called as he climbed up the side of the white face of the rock. "Hey Mother watch me!" He slid down, laughing as he rolled across the grass at the bottom.

"Be careful Inuyasha" She smiled; walking over to him.

"I don't have to be careful! I'm strong Mother! You never have to worry about me, I can protect myself, and you too!"

"Oh Inuyasha" his mother sighed as she began to walk back down the road. Turning to face him to see if he was following.

"Hey, Inuyasha!"

Inuyasha was knocked out of his daze. Shaking his head; he realized that it was Kagome who had turned to see if he was following her.

"Finally, you would think that you would hear me the first time with those ears of yours." She said, continuing down the road as Shippo followed.

"Keh, whatever." Inuyasha couldn't help but think that perhaps he had been in this place before.


After a good meal Miroku began to question the Elder about the significance of the grave. The old man was reluctant at first but it seemed that Miroku's powers of persuasion were just as strong as they ever were because the Elder finally decided to tell them his tale.

" This story is well over one hundred and fifty years old. Many no longer believe the tale, as they see it as nothing more then a legend. We were told by those who survived the castle burnings to never speak of it to anyone from outside the village itself, fearing that a curse would be set upon us.

The village itself was once the home of a great Lord and his family. The Castle was large and stretched from one side of the village to the other. The family was well respected by the people living in this area.

The Lord had a beautiful daughter. Once she became of age every son of noble birth came from miles around to seek her hand in marriage. Her father turned many away, saying they weren't respectable enough and he would not have some rif-raff destroy his familie's good name.

One day the young girl had gone for a walk deep within the woods, too far infact as she got lost. Night-fell and demons had emerged from their lares. They chaised the girl, deeper and deeper into the forest, wishing to rip her limb from limb and eat her flesh.

She screamed as one pounced on her. There was a great flash of yellow light. This energy ripped through the demons that laid before her, destroying them all.

She turned to see what the light had come from. Only to see herself standing in front of another youkai.

Somehow the two fell in love and ran off together.

The father had no idea what had happened to his daughter. He thought she was dead.

A year or two had passed. Then one day his daughter had returned. She held in her arms a hanyou child. The demon had apparently died and now she was alone in the world. The lady had no where else to turn.

When the father saw the child he was appauled. His daughter had run away with a demon. She had disgraced the family.

Knowing his families honor would be hurt even more if he turned her away, he allowed the lady and the child to live there.

Years passed and the Lords hatred for the child and his daughter burned inside of him. He no longer acknowledged either of them existed. The people of the area also became wary as the child grew. They too would not socialize with either, fearing the child would harm them.

And one night the fear became reality. The hanyou child killed his own mother and ran off. The grandfather gathered the men of the area to create a search party to destroy it. The Lord being too old and overcome with grief stayed in the castle.

While all of the men were out searching for it, the hanyou returned, stealing its mother's body and burning down the castle.

When the men returned, they buried the remains of those who were trapped inside the castle. Building this village shortly after in it's place. Those were our ancestors."

The old man finished his tale. Sango and Miroku looked at each other, unsure of what to make of it. Why would Naraku come after some dead guys bones like this?

"Elder, Elder." A woman screamed running inside the hut. "The legend is true! The curse is upon us!." She fled from the hut. Running down the streets along with many others in the village.


"Inuyasha?" Kagome stood, watching as the many people fled away from them screaming "It's the Hanyou, help us!" "Do you know what's going on?"

"Keh!" Inuyasha scoffed, "What's it matter, people have run away in fear of me before you know."

"Yah but not this many people." a confused Shippo added looking around.

The Elder emerged from the hut. He took one look at Inuyasha; his eyes glazing over as fear spread through them. He to fled along with the other villagers into the forest beyond.

Sango and Miroku emerged after him, peering down the road to see their friends standing there, unsure of what to make of all the people fleeing in fear before them.

As they looked at Inuyasha they both emediatly understood. Sango turned to Miroku, her eye's filled with uncertainty.

"We speak not a word of this to them, not yet." Miroku whispered, the seriousness of the situation spread across his face.

Sango nodded in agreement.

Both had known Inuyasha's past to be a dark and tragic one, but the furthest back into his life they had ever known was how his father had died. They knew they had just uncovered a peice of his history that maybe they should have never known and now Naraku, somehow, was going to use it to his advantage.


A/N: DUN DUN DUUUNNNNN! whew! That was rough trying to get out. I hope no-one is cranky with me for playing with the unsure details of Inuyasha's past. I'm just writing the way I think it may have gone down. Besides, maybe the old guys version isn't really how it all went down... maybe that is. Well I guess you'll all just have to keep reading to find out. muahahahaha

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