An InuYasha Fanfic,
by Yashira

Prologue

Her footsteps were wild, erratic, like the rush of leaves in a violent storm. Through brush and foliage, and cracking branch underfoot, the woman ran desperately on. Stumbling and falling in her mad attempt to escape the men chasing her, she torn another part of her white dress, reducing it even further from the rags and strips it had become.

Her breath was hard and difficult as air rasped torturously through her lungs. I can't stop, she silently screamed as the crude jeers, wild taunts, and cries echoed behind sharply. To stop and breathe would mean a fate worse than death.

If only she hadn't stopped by that village; if only she had kept going. This time of the month was always dangerous to her.

I have to get out of here.

Abruptly, her foot connected with a twisted root of a gnarled tree and she found herself being flung painfully to the ground. Have to get up and keep going- But even before she tried to stand she knew it was too late. They were around her, their filthy hands reaching for her hair and throat, pulling her up so roughly that a painful whimper escaped her dry cracked lips. She wanted to howl, to scream bloody murder to the moon, but her throat was so torn and raw that nothing escaped her.

They would destroy her body and then kill her. She would die… she would die.

Then the unthinkable happened. The man gripping her painfully had his head suddenly and violently separated from his body. The woman watched the spurting blood wing its way in the air before hitting the tree with a sickening crunch. It was needless to announce that this brought on wild screams and chaos as every man suddenly made an attempt to flee with his wretch life. She watched, shocked and numbed, every one of their disgusting number get decapitated in the same brutal slashing way.

Her white dress was now stained in red ochre as was her pale trembling figure. She stared uncomprehensively in the darkness as silence fell like a thick blanket over the night. She was alone again. "Who's there," she cried out, knowing that whoever had done the killings, had not gone. He or she was listening... waiting.

A presence, something appearing behind her like mist in a valley, spoke softly… kindly. "Don't be afraid, I will not hurt you."

She cried out in alarm, jumping back frighten, but not running. She'd twisted her ankle badly and knew if this stranger meant harm there would be no chance of escape. "Who are you?"

He smiled, a rather clever and secretively smile. "I'm simply a man who saved your life."

She stared at him. A flat level stare that said, no there is something else that you are.

"Come I'll take you back to the safety of my castle."

She didn't move. "You're not… completely… human."

"Neither are you."

She froze, stunned at his implication, before asking flatly. "Who are you? What is your name?"

"You may call me Naraku."

End of Prologue