A Twisted Fairytale by ~Tempest78

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Inuyasha Characters; they belong to the ever amazing and talented Rumiko Takahasi. I'm merely using them for my own twisted enjoyment. I do however, own all Original Characters, this plot line, and all the fan fics referenced in this story. :D

Warnings: This story will contain references to rape. It will contain foul language, limey and lemony content as well. Read at your own risk. You have been warned!

PROLOGUE:

For the last three years Naien had managed to successfully juggle going to school, holding a part time job, and living alone. She'd used cash in person to pay for all her bills. It hadn't been easy, but with no living relatives since her mother passed away three years ago, she'd been determined to fulfill the dying wish of her dear mother. Two months ago that vow had been finished. Despite the many hardships she'd faced Naien finally managed to graduate high school.

She sighed and pulled off her tag. She hung her back brace in her locker and punched out. She walked out of the employee's room and walked into the store. Her slender hand brushed some of her errant bangs out of her face as she looked around. Having worked everything from cashier to stocking the shelves over the last three years. She knew the store layout as well as she knew her own home.

She'd been working extra hard, taking extra shifts when her coworkers called in sick or canceled. She was coming off of a twenty hour shift, her last shift for the next two weeks. Her boss insisted she take it easy and enjoy her vacation time. She took a deep breath and set out to get the items she needed so that she wouldn't have to come back here again until after her vacation.

She quickly and efficiently gathered her minuscule list and moved toward the registers. After showing her discount card and paying for her purchases she grabbed her bags and walked towards the exit. She walked over to her car. After checking to make sure no one was hiding under the car she unlocked her door and slipped inside immediately locking her doors. Her breathing was labored as she set her bags into the vacant passenger's seat. Breathing a sigh of relief she started the engine and drove towards home.

As she drove home she kept a careful eye on the traffic and her mind chanted, 'Just make it inside, then you can crash.' She wouldn't need to take a hot soak to make her sleepy today, that was for sure. She pulled into her garage and cut the engine. Glancing around to insure she was safe she got out of her vehicle and pulled her bags out, closing the door behind her.

Opening her steel door she stepped inside and sighed in relief, dropping her bags as she speedily locked her door and secured the latch. She pressed her back against the cold steel door and sighed. The days were getting a little easier now. After a year and a half without any incidents she was finally beginning to heal and feel safe again. She hated to admit it, but there was no denying that her life had been changed forever. The scars would never completely fade nor would the memories, but she was healing.

For a while she'd feared she'd never be able to face the outside world again. It had taken her four weeks to realize that despite being scared to death and in pain she had to get up and face the world. Her being traumatized didn't make the world stop turning, nor did it pay for her bills, or finish school. She'd finally managed to pull herself together and went back to work, demanding to be put back to work.

Her boss had been shocked and expected her to stay home longer, but once her boss realized that she wouldn't budge on it, she'd gladly agreed to let her start working again; on the condition that if she felt weak she'd go home and call the doctor immediately. Naien had agreed and been put back on shift that night.

Sighing, she grabbed her bags and sent a quick prayer up above for the milk jug not bursting when she'd dropped her bags. Picking up the milk and cabbage she walked over to the kitchen and placed them in her fridge. 'Damnit Naien, pull yourself together! You are not a defenseless woman anymore, so stop acting like it!'

She walked back into the mudroom and picked up her toilet paper and paper towels and put them away. As a wave of dizziness hit her she decided she'd sleep first and make her food later. Too tired to climb the stairs to her bedroom she decided to crash on her couch instead. After un-strapping her daggers, she placed them and the belt on her coffee table, and fell on the couch closing her eyes as sleep claimed her.

A/N- Okay there is the prologue, enjoy XD