It didn't make sense. There was no mistaking the chiming sound of her soul—a mountain's river melody. And yet…

She claimed she did not have one.

She believed she was soulless.

Why would this ningen who obviously had a soul (and a loud one at that) think she was soulless? The mystery was a pest to my thoughts. A buzzing curiosity, constantly humming in the back of my mind and growing louder. It would not do—this distraction.

And, therefore, this is how the miko, the odd ningen traveler of the bastard Inuyasha, came to be in my presence.

(100 words)

Hello! This is my first Inuyasha fanfiction, so please go easy on me! But constructive criticism is welcome!

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Oh! And the first 10 chapters were put out all at once. So enjoy~