Hanyou

Disclaimer: I don't own Inu Yasha....I'm not going to say it again because I don't think anyone can mistake me for Rumiko Takahashi.


Prologue

~*~*~*~*~ In the Great Youkai Court of the Canines ~*~*~*~*~

“You will leave these lands, never to return,” the Great Lord stated.
“I swear on the honor of my clan and my life, I shall never return to these, the lands of my birth,” the Young Prince said as he bowed before the Great Lord.
“No! Please! My Lord! Don’t send my Prince away!” one of the lower vassals cried as he threw himself at the Lord’s feet.
“I show no mercy to my enemies, it is only due to blood relation that I spare your life,” the Great Lord informed the Prince and the lesser in power nodded to his more powerful relation before removing his fine outer kimono, dropping it to the ground at the Great Lord’s feet. Soon all that he wore was his under kimono and his sword.
“I accept the conditions, I will leave these lands for res rest of my life and never return, and in return my people will live and prosper under your rule,” the Young Prince bowed and exited the youkai court, his white tail and hair disappearing out of the court forever.
“You may all continue your lives as before,” the Great Lord said. Suddenly the vassal who had spoken up was in the air before the Great Lord’s claws tore out the vassal’s throat. “However, you shall make no mention of he who was banished, his name will never be heard again and any who openly protest will share a similar fate to this…” He kicked the dying vassal. “…piece of rubbish.” The court was silent.


~*~*~*~*~ In a Village beyond the Northern Border of the Western Lands ~*~*~*~*~


A young man entered the village, his head covered by his hood as he entered the main marketplace. He stopped at a small pub entering and sitting in a dark corner.
“How may I assist you?” a young woman asked, her beautiful face flushed from the heat of the room and work. Long black hair was tied up and still it fell down past her shoulders. Large midnight-blue eyes looked at the stranger and her skin was pale. His voice was stolen from him as he looked at her. She blushed under his gaze; his handsome face was in a shocked expression, allowing her to see his bright blue eyes and his incredibly white teeth.
“I…I…I would like some sake and whatever meal you have with meat,” he managed to say after snapping out of his shock. She blushed before walking to get him his food.

The young man made himself a lavish hut on the edge of the village and began to hunt and sell his furs and meat in the market, eating in the pub every chance he could. Soon he was offering the young maiden gifts, ranging from flowers to kimonos to meat to his finest furs. It was not long after that that they were engaged and the young man worked hard to secure her as his wife.
Soon they were married and he revealed a great secret to his young wife. He was a youkai, a banished Prince, he offered her the chance to leave, but the young woman loved him whether demon or not. Soon they were graced with children. Two young sons and a young daughter were born. Sadly, they did not have their father’s human appearance. The eldest son was born with a long tail, his hair as white as snow and his eyes appearing to be pupil-less. The second son wasn win with canine feet and hair as black as his mother’s. The third child and only daughter was born with two canine ears at the top of her head, in the middle of her wild, midnight tresses. All three children were graced with fangs and claws that their father had hidden with magic. They had demonic powers of speed, enhanced hearing, sight, and smell, as well as great strength. Sadly the villagers did not accept the children and the three hanyou were shunned.

~*~*~*~*~ Ten Years after the Birth of the Hanyou Female Child ~*~*~*~*~

“The youkai Prince that vanished years ago was found by the Young Lord!” one of the villagers cried.
“You mean…” another one started.
“Yes! And the Prince was slain by the Great Young Lord!” the first villager laughed happily.
“Finally, we can be free!” a woman cried.
“Our children will be safe after we rid ourselves of those monsters,” a large farmer growled as he lifted a pitchfork.
“You mean to kill who whole lot?” another asked.
“Yes! With their Prince gone we’ll have no worries!” the large farmer laughed and soon a mob began to march towards the home of the hanyou and their parents.

The night was filled with blood and terror and at the first light of dawn there was a heartbreaking and terrifying song of a canine. Then with the new day, there were more screams, more blood spilled, and more fires lit. By the end of the new day the village was gone and a small child sat in the remains of its home sobbing into its clawed hands as it wept over its family’s remains.