Author's Note:

Hey guys, this will be my first fanfic ever. Please read and review, let me know what you guys think. I don't mind criticisms, so long as they're constructive.

As for the story, for the Inuyasha universe, this is set 2 years after Kagome vanished into the well after Naraku's defeat, so she hasn't returned yet. There might be some OOCness involved, since I made the inu brothers' relationship better than what the manga or anime would make it. But I think it's slightly acceptable since Sesshomaru has, towards the end of the series, somewhat acknowledged Inuyasha's capabilities. In case I make any future references to any of them, this will also be set after all four Inuyasha movies. As for the Yu Yu Hakusho universe, this is set right after the movie Poltergeist Report. It is also assumed to be post series, since it was unclear where the movies fit into the anime/manga storylines.

Anyways, hope you enjoy reading this fic.

PS- The first few chapters will be set in the YuYu Hakusho universe, but the story itself is predominantly Inuyasha-themed when I imagine it.

Prologue

Drip. Drip, drip. Drip.

She panted heavily, her vision now getting cloudier and cloudier. Blood was starting to seep through her clothes and is dripping down, soaking into the hard packed earth beneath her feet. She had been bleeding profusely from multiple wounds that now adorned her body - four large, wide claw marks across her back, deep gashes have broken the skin of her limbs, and the worst one yet was the gaping hole through her stomach where her enemy's hand went through. She was certain that multiple bones were also shattered, but the pain is now all over her body that it was hard to locate exactly which bones were broken.

She tried desperately to blink away the black dots that were blocking her vision, but the swelling in her left cheek just made it almost impossible to open her left eye properly. It was, no doubt, now bruising into a deep purple.

She glared up at the figure floating a few meters away. Through her blurred vision, all she could see was her enemy in its humanoid form, but then again, there was nothing human about it. It was clad in white, with red adornments at the sleeves and shoulders. It had on an armor which only came up to mid-chest, and tied around its waist was a long yellow and fabric. Something long and white was bellowing in the wind behind the creature, something which she could only guess to be the creature's hair.

As far as she could tell, she had been in battle for a few days now. Or has it been closer to a week? Two weeks? She had lost track of time. She did not know where this intruder had come from, but from the cries that had erupted from all around Makai, she would say that she was not the only one that got caught by surprise when these unknown demons started attacking. At first, the cries of her comrades have been that of excitement, as expected from blood thirsty and battle ready demons like Yomi, or those friends of Raizen's. Then, their cries slowly started to sound strained, then pained and desperate, before dying out, one by one. She remembered hearing Yomi cry out last. After that was when this mysterious intruder finally faced her.

He's been picking us off, one by one, she finally thought to herself. That must have been it, that must be the reason why her comrades fell, one after the other. This white figure was surely the one who brought the final blow.

And yet he's never moved from that spot since he got here. It was true, the figure has been floating in the same spot for a while now. Not bothering to strike her where she stood.

The creature stood, or floated, still, while hordes of lower-level youkais swirled about it. She noted that her enemy somehow has control over the lowly youkais, as their attacks were clearly well coordinated. Waves upon waves of youkai would swoop down and attack her, not giving her the opportunity to rest. She would have easily deflected them, even killed them all in one strike. But days of endless fighting were starting to take a toll on her. Soon her movements become sluggish. That's when the youkais' started hitting their marks. A scratch here, a gash there. Not long after, she finally ended up in the state she is now in.

Her eyes widened at the sudden realization. He's waiting for me to tire out! That's how the coward has been going around killing everybody. He lets these lowly insects weaken and tire us out before he delivers the final blo-

Her thoughts were interrupted when another wave of youkais swooped down attacked her head on. Taking a second for the attack to register, Mukuro tried to evade, stumbling backwards in the process. Still, a youkai was successful at landing another wound on her shoulder, albeit it wasn't too deep.

The creature finally found it time to strike. With an unnatural speed, her enemy was right in front of her and had its claws at her throat, smashing her to anything standing behind her across the landscape, before forcefully slamming her against a boulder. She felt her feet lifted off the ground as the fingers curled tighter around her neck, slowly choking the life out of her body. Shit! I've really gotten slow… She felt darkness creeping in from the corners of her vision, as she struggled and clawed at the arm that was strangling her.

Her attacks on the arm started to slow and weaken. Finally, her oxygen-deprived body can no longer sustain the attacks. She dropped her hands to her sides, while her screaming lungs made her gasp desperately for air. When she still got none, her body started to convulse violently, but the grip around her throat never relented.

A smirk slowly formed on her enemy's lips as it could feel the life slowly draining from her body. Yet the grip around her throat was unrelenting and it only tightened even more.

The convulsions finally stopped. Mukuro could feel herself drifting in and out of consciousness. The burning sensation in her chest is now becoming a dull pain, as was all her pains everywhere else. With what little strength she could muster, she cracked her eyes open and forced them to focus on her attacker's face, memorizing whatever detail she could make out, despite her failing vision. The last thing she saw was a blue crescent moon, centered atop two slits of molten gold eyes. With a last twitch of her fingers, Mukuro slowly let the heavy darkness consume her into unconsciousness.

Author's Note:

So there you have it, the prologue the story. Who attacked the Makai? Could it possibly be...? Stay tuned to find out.

I'll be posting as regularly as I can.