So let me just start off by saying . . . I have no idea where this idea came from or why it exists. All I can say is that I was playing Assassin's Creed the other day and here it is! I don't know exactly how long this fanfic will be; it could be long or it could be short. Either way, I have a plan. Please, if you have any questions about anything in this story that I did not clarify, feel free to ask! Read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Assassin's Creed. Just the idea on how I'm mashing them together, sort of.

The creed told me three things about my life:

1. Stay your blade from the flesh of the innocent.

2. Always hide in plain sight; never deceive for a mission.

3. Never compromise the Kyōdai ai.

Those were only the three main tenants of the people I worked for. There were, of course, the unspoken rules of the Kyōdai ai into which I was initiated into. Ones like: don't steal from people who have less than you, and work for all that you have. The main one, the one I never had any problem following before, was to never ever, ever, ever fall in love. It compromised missions, your thoughts about the Kyōdai ai, hell, and your whole lifestyle. I had fallen in love before I joined the group of assassins; it never hindered me once I was initiated. It wasn't hard to move on from the bitch that left you once she found out that you were giving away all of your inheritance to your older brother so you could practically become a eunuch, without having to lose your balls. Thank Kami that was one thing the Kyōdai ai did not take from you.

But that was before.

Before I received an assignment to protect a priestess that was supposedly important to the Kyōdai ai's agenda for peace and to alienate our enemies. The task was given to me because I was one of the highest ranking assassins under our Master. There had been tales and rumors spread of this priestess about our temple. (If that's what you would call our home. Quite frankly, it was the least religious or forgiving place I had ever known.) I was picked for the assignment because I was one of our highest ranking assassins, with a special talent for killing people, apparently.

The day I was to leave, I confided in my friend, Miroku, a monk that performed any sort of religious ritual or blessing for those here who liked that sort of thing before they were sent off for assignments, to inform me of some of these rumors so I might have an idea as to what I was being thrown in to.

For once, the perverted bastard, who was more focused on chasing ass, was actually useful to me. "She is supposedly very powerful," he told me over my last meal before I was to leave. "It has been said that she trained under a high priest in her family's temple. And . . . there's another thing. But this is simply rumor. I don't know if it is true or not."

"Well?" I snapped impatiently in between devouring morsels of my food. "Out with it. I don't have time for you to pussyfoot around."

"She supposedly," he stressed the word, "has the Jewel of Four Souls."

And there it was. Was this why she needed protection? The Jewel attracted demons, thieves, and murderers. A girl with no training would not be able to defend herself, no matter her spiritual training. If her emotions got the best of her, she could not only hurt herself, but everyone around her, friend or foe. If she really did have the Jewel, I would not be surprised if she had been attacked already, and that's why her temple asked for our help to protect her. She who holds the most powerful object on Earth.

She could kill us all.

"Keh," I scoffed. "She's probably some ugly wench, anyway. But if she really does have the Jewel, it wont be that much of a waste of my time."

I arrived at the High Temple after a two day ride. I could have ran just fine, and made it here in half in the time, but the Kyōdai ai insisted that a half-demon running through the streets and wood trails would be too noticeable, which would betray our second tenant: hide in plain sight. When I stepped out of the carriage, I was grateful to stretch my legs after hours of sitting in a confined space such as that. I couldn't stand being inside enclosed spaces; I preferred to run freely with the pads of my feet pushing along the dirt and grass, feeling every stone slice into the bottom of my feet to form more calluses. The ride here just made this whole assignment that much shittier.

A priest of some sort approached me as I ascended the towering steps. He bowed to me as I came closer.

"Welcome, Brother Taisho." Why do I get the feeling they call everyone brother around here? That's going to get old quickly. "We have been expecting your arrival. The High Priest apologizes for not welcoming you personally but-"

"Yeah, he has to keep his identity secret from the public, I know," I huffed. "Can we just get this damn meeting over with so I can get some fucking food? Thanks."

The priest blushed at my use of colorful language but nodded nonetheless and began to lead me to the Priestess.

Well. No one ever called me delicate.

As we walked through winding halls and climbed many staircases, I observed my surroundings adequately, the way my training had seared itself into my mind. There wasn't much to it; mainly lots of crosses and draperies and stairs. I also noticed that everyone here wore black and covered every inch of their skin, except their head. Most of the men's heads were shaved as well. I was the only one with hair; my silver tresses and dog ears stuck out like a sore thumb. I also wore my white cloak over my red haori and Tetsusaiga, which made me stick out even more. This really did not give me confidence about having to protect some ugly wench for Kami knows how long.

"Here we are," the priest announced as we stood outside a wooden door. "The Priestess is waiting for you. The High Priest says for you to meet first then she will go over her schedule with you so you know what to expect day-to-day."

I nodded but all I could think was, Great. Just what I've always wanted.

The priest bowed to me once again. "I will leave you two alone to get acquainted with each other."

I followed the man with my eyes as he strolled away from the door, his arms folded religiously in front of him. I had never been devote in my life; sure, I believed in our gods, but I wasn't particularly orthodox about it. Way too much judgement. I just accept that people are shitheads and move on.

Figuring it was the civil thing to do instead of just strolling in, I rapped three times on the door for good measure. My right ear twitched when a reply floated through the door, allowing me to enter. I opened the door, the wooden object groaning in protest under my hand.

You know, I don't remember a lot of things. I don't remember the first man I ever killed. I barely remember my parent's faces now that they have been gone for so long. Half the time I don't remember the shit Miroku says to me everyday. But I will never forget this moment in my life, for as long as I live.

When I opened the door, it was no ugly wench standing at the window. It was a beautiful, young woman with dark, flowing hair that the light breeze was pushing the strands away from her face so I could gaze upon how the sun's rays make her pale skin illuminate. The woman known as Priestess was dressed in red and white traditional priestess garb that hugged her curves. I was ashamed of it at the moment (but not so much now), but as she leaned over the windowsill while leaning on her forearms, my eyes traced her pale, delicious neck to the slight, deep cleavage I could make out from her side profile.

The rigidness of my body was instantaneous when I took in her full curves and her raw beauty. My nose was immediately filled with her sweet scent and it practically made my mouth water. If I was any more animalistic, I was pretty sure I would have started growling.

She turned her gaze to me, and I was stunned by how clear-blue her eyes were, with a light smile on her full lips. "You must be Inuyasha." An instant blush coated her cheeks, as if she had done something foolish. "Or do you prefer Mr. Taisho or something else . . .?"

I swallowed thickly so my voice would be clear. She was just so goddamn beautiful. "Inuyasha is fine, Priestess."

She opened her mouth as if to say something but closed it quickly. Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second before returning to normal. I stored this action away to contemplate for later.

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Inuyasha. I'm sorry to inconvenience you like this for my benefit."

I almost laughed out loud; the wench was actually apologizing to me for needing protection? How ridiculous. I let a smirk grace my lips. "Don't worry about it, Priestess. It would be anyone's honor to serve for you," I said politely.

"Anyone's but yours?' she countered.

That made me steel my words and stammer a bit. How do you explain to someone that you were voluntold for this and didn't really want to be assigned to a protection detail assignment because it's boring as hell?

"I . . . uh . . ."

The Priestess giggled and her smile widened. "If there is one thing I will ask of you, Inuyasha, it's that we be blunt with each other. Neither of us know how long you will be here with me but we may as well assume the worst. So I would prefer that we are, from the start, open. I have no time for lies."

"Uh . . . okay?" I replied in confusion. That was . . . new. Never before had I had a woman tell me to be blunt with her. Usually if you tell them that, yes, your ass does look fat in that kimono, they yell at you for being honest.

Or maybe I was too cruel with that one woman when she asked for my opinion?

. . . Nah.

The raven-haired woman kept the wide smile on her face. "Good," she said. "Now shall I tell you my schedule?"

I nodded my consent, giving her the go-ahead.

"I awaken every day with the sun and I am usually able to wake myself up. After that, I go down the dining hall and have breakfast, which is where you will meet me. Then, I spend the rest of my day aiding the people of the surrounding village, sometimes going farther if someone's plight has reached our temple, and also going through a daily cleansing in the early evening. I am able to spend the rest of the night how I choose. Do you have all that?"

"Food, good deeds, cleansing of dirty thoughts, free time, got it. I can follow all that pretty easily as long as I'm not expected to pray with you."

She let out a laugh. It was a free, unhurried sound; it was suddenly one of my favorite things about her. "You must be hungry from your long trip. Would you like to go get dinner with me?"

I nodded. I had to admit I was pretty hungry since I hadn't eaten since I left the placed I'd called home for years. I also had to admit that I might have stared at the woman's ass for a moment longer than I should have as she walked out the door.

I could already tell that my time with the Kyōdai ai was drawing shorter by every moment I was with this woman.

Kyōdai ai=Brotherhood (Note that this is a translation off of Google translate. If this is incorrect, blame it not me, haha.)
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