A/N: Ok, This is my first fanfic, and probably very bad. But, I tried.
Disclaimer: As much as I wish it was, InuYasha is not mine, so, yep.
Claimer: So far I have one original character in this story, and she is a person of my creation, therefore she is mine.

The night was dark and quiet, with glittering white snow covering the ground. All was still, the milky crescent moon shining high in the black sky. But all was not right with the world on that evening however. In a small village, hidden beneath the trees, was very disturbed.

“Damn you Hakudoshi! Damn you to hell!” A shaky young female voice shouted as she watched the transparent pink bubble disappearing into the night sky. She lowered her head, bangs falling gently over her eyes as she clenched her fists.

Gliding two swords into the crossed sheaths on her back, and turning around, the distressed female looked at the bodies of her companions’, which were lying in puddles of their own red liquid.

As she spotted the thing she was looking for, she walked over to it, crouching down. “Damnit…Kishori…” She said as she punched the ground next to her. A salty drop fell from her eyes to the ground. She propped up the corpse, whipping the hair from the deceased girls face. “Kishori…please, forgive me, I couldn’t protect the one thing I said I would.” She let out a sob, pulling the body close to her. “I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him if it’s the last thing I do!”

After calming herself, she had set out, now walking through the forest, her bare feet thumping against the soil. She was holding her side, wondering when the bleeding would stop. My visions getting blurry…can’t stay... Her thoughts were cut off, as her mind slipped into unconsciousness, allowing her body to fall to the ground.


The morning sun was coming through the clouds, and a set of magnificent golden orbs were up in the sleeping girls face.

“Common! Kagome! Wake up already!” He shouted. The frustrated hanyo straitened up from his crouch, turning from the sleeping girl. He walked a few feet before leaping up into a small tree that was occupying the forest they were currently camping in. He resorted to amusing himself by flicking pebbles at a certain small fox demon’s head.

“Hey, Miroku?” Came the voice of a female demon slayer. She was currently attempting to light a fire, though the task was proving to be a bit difficult. She gave up, sitting the thing Kagome called a match, down.

“Hm?” Was the monks reply. “What is it, my dearest Sango?” He said in the one voice only he can achieve, as he walked up behind the girl, giving her rear end a light squeeze.

SMACK!

The sound of a hand colliding with bare skin pierced the quiet sky.

“It’s a curse I tell you.” Said Miroku, as he rubbed his new red handprint that was occupying his right cheek. “These darn hands have a mind of their own.” As he said this, he lifted his hands up, shaking his head.

“Yeah, well, use those ‘darn hands’ of yours, and go get some water. There’s a river not to far from here.” She said, handing him four bottles of water she had taken from Kagome’s bag earlier this morning.

“As you wish, my dearest Sango.”

“And another thing.” She said, making him look back. “Don’t call me ‘dearest’.”


As the monk approached closer to the river, he could hear it as it crashed against rocks on its’ was down. He noticed something then, though. A small figure, was lying on the ground, a girl, he could see as he came closer. He ran up to her the rest of the way, crouching next to her.

She appeared no older than 14, or 15, and had such light blonde hair in the likes of which he as never seen before. It came somewhere close to her waist, before coming to a halt. Her top was a dull blue, almost bordering gray, and very close to the likes of Sango’s, without the sleeves.

Of course, Miroku happened to notice, she also had nice large breasts for someone her age. Her pants were a faded black, loosely coming out before tying around her ankles at the very bottom. He saw too, she was short.

It was last he noticed though, that a wound on her side was bleeding heavily, that probably being the cause of her unconsciousness.

After deciding to take her to Kagome so the wound could be treated, he lifter her up, her neck resting in one of his arms, and the bend of her legs in the other. The monk headed towards the direction of the campsite.

A/N: So, How was it? I don’t want to keep going if nobody’s going to read it, so tell me what you think!

Side Note: Pairs are unknown, for I have no idea in the slightest where this story id going. Though, I'm not an InuXKik fan, nor am I a SessXKag, so bare that in mind. But, you'll never know what my corrupted mind will do.

Wow. For your first story, that's not bad at all. I only found one mistake, which was:

'Mourning' should be MORNING. You know, morning as in day time, mourning as in 'mourning the death of a loved one.' But it's an easy mistake. I've made mistakes like that so it's nothing big.

You have good grammar and I didn't really find any major spelling mistakes. All in all, I think it's a good story and interesting. It's not bad at all. Update soon if you please! ^___^

oops. I have an automatic spell-checker, and I didn't see it put the wrong one. I'll fix that.

That's okay. Most spell checkers and grammar checks over look that, because it is spelled right. It's not used right, but it's spelled right. But it's all right. It's not a big mistake.