I don't own InuYasha or co.

A/N: This is my new story! It's a little confusing at first I guess but I hope not too much. This is my first attempt to take the InuYasha characters out of their world so I don't know how well I'll do. Anyway please r&r.

Chapter 1: Blood on White Snow

The past

Blood slashed through the foggy dew and splattered across the snow covered ground. In the absolute silence that followed the attack she could hear as the warm blood melted the into the snow. Closing her eyes she blocked out the image of the deep red marring the purity of the white.

"You can't win," her voice was clear and calm.

"I will destroy your people as I have destroyed you," a voice colder than the snow replied from behind her. She did not turn but a grim smile tainted her lips.

"You can only kill Naraku, you cannot destroy," She opened her eyes and looked at the red blood again. She would carry the sight with her, so she would always remember this moment.

"I will return…" her smooth voice faltered as her breath refused to come. "and I…. will….," The sword she held in her hand dropped to the ground, falling on top of the thick snow. "….find …him," she whispered on her last breath as her she closed her eyes and finally let her body follow the sword, blood spreading around her, wetting the long dark strands of her hair and soaking into the snow.

The dark haired man smiled in amusement as he heard her fall.

"No, I won't let you," he wiped his bloodied sword with a small white cloth before turning around to look dispassionately down at her body.

"I'll make sure of it," he tossed the bloodied cloth carelessly away. A sudden wind blew, lifting the cloth and carrying it to lay it gently over the woman's sword. His eyes narrowed for a moment but he smiled coldly and turned his back sheathing his sword.

"I don't think so Kikyo," he murmured as he stepped away, his form disappearing into the thick fog as the wind started to lift the snow about covering the woman in it's frigid embrace.

The young girl slowly opened her eyes and looked at the white ceiling of her room but she didn't see the wedges of sunlight as they cut across the paint. No, she saw only the whiteness of snow marked by the deepest bloody red.

"I think so, Naraku," she whispered.

A/N: Um, in case you didn't get that last bit, there's this old wives tale (or something) where if you wipe your enemy's blood from your sword with a cloth and you throw it away only for it to land at the enemy's hand or on his weapon, than that means he will seek vengeance on you from the grave. Or so I read.