East of the Moon
Chapter One

In just five summers
Nothing on earth will remain
Under new moons in the sky
Yet early enough for the dawn
As some may cower, some shall stand
Saving Kingdoms of this world
Heroes are, heroes come, for that spoken night
And go to find this mighty hero
East of the Moon
A mighty warrior, healer of peace
Save every soul and every heart
To have a destiny...

Secret room, Washington D.C. 9:32 a.m. July 6:

The five figures stared at the manuscript with frowns on their faces. Coffee mugs littered the table and half eaten food strayed at the center. The tallest of the men, wearing all black, pulled his fingers through his silver hair. He bit his lip with a fang and tapped his foot.

"What does it mean?" a woman, wearing all black with long black hair, asked with a frown on her face.

"It's a prophecy," a second man said, his shaggy black hair pulled into a pony tail.

"A prophecy?" another woman asked, her black hair in a pony tail as well. "In this day and age? There are no such things as prophecies."

"What does it mean?" the fifth figure asked, ignoring the woman. He was bald and had a big build. The four figures turned their attention back towards the silver haired man. The leader lifted himself upright and continued to stare at the manuscript, reading through it. He turned towards a man standing at the door.

"Are you sure this is no mistake?" he asked the figure at the door. "Are you positive that the CIA has not made any mistakes?"

"We've shown it to the FBI members and the CIA members; we've traced it back to the source. We are one hundred percent positive that this prophecy will come true," the man at the door said darkly, his eyes surveying the special intelligence members.

"Is the president aware?" the silver haired man asked.

"No, sir; he has yet to be informed."

"Damn it. What does this mean?" He slammed his fists on the table.

"East, calm down," one of the females comforted the man. "We'll figure it out. It's our jobs."

"We'll just break it down," the other female said with a smile.

"Damn it," East repeated.

"Five summers...that means five years, right?" At the other's nods, the first female sprung into action. "When did we first hear of this manuscript? When was it created?"

"Five years ago," the man at the door said meekly.

"Fuck," the female cursed as she shook her head. "No matter. Nothing on Earth shall remain... Well, that's simple enough; some outside force is coming to destroy us. Under new moons in the sky, yet early enough for the dawn."

The man with the pony tail snapped his fingers, "It will happen on the new moon. Yet, it will be early enough that the sun will rise while the attack happens."

"As some will cower, some shall stand. Saving kingdoms of this world. Well, that means that we need to find someone who can stand against the force." This continued on as they broke down the manuscript as best they could. The man with the silver hair copied the manuscript onto a piece of lined paper so they could take notes without ruining the original manuscript.

It was deduced that the force could only be stopped by one person. Only one hero. The military would not make an impact.

"East of the moon, a mighty warrior, healer of peace, save every soul and every heart, to have a destiny...East of the moon? How can you go east of the moon?"

"East?" the companions turned to the man entitled 'East.'

East pursed his lips in thought as he thoughtfully tapped his pen against the wood of the table they were discussing around. "I really don't think it's east of the moon. But since we're in Washington, that means the chosen one is west of us, and therefore must travel east? I don't know, that's kind of a long shot."

"It's worth writing down," they agreed and East wrote it down.

"This is bad. If we got this information five years ago and it's at the end of this summer..." he didn't finish the sentence, but the message was clear: they were going to be screwed unless they found the person that was envisioned by the prophet. Now.

"Sir, I think we've found something," the bald man said softly as he pointed to the manuscript. "Look." He pointed towards the manuscript again.

"Yes, I'm aware it's on paper."

"No sir, look," the bald man said with a small smile. "Perhaps if we collected the letters of the first word and wrote it separately. I've seen it on TV before."

"We're talking about the fate of the world, and you're thinking of something you saw on TV?" East asked, but the bald man wasn't listening, because he had grabbed the paper and begun to write.

Inuyasha East

"Inuyasha East?" the female asked, ignoring the fact that the silver haired man had gone rigid. "Who's that? Is that even a name?"

"Mr. East?" the man at the door asked and soon everyone was looking at the silver haired man. "Do you know anyone by the name of Inuyasha East?" This was the closest they'd gotten in weeks of looking at the prophecy, trying to figure out its worth. They were so close now that they felt a large amount of tension roll around them.

East stood and slowly shook his head. "The fate of this country, of this world, is in the hands of a hero," he chuckled. "The fate of every soul and every heart is in the hands of my lazy, arrogant, good-for-nothing son."

---

Seattle, Washington 12:00 p.m. (noon) July 7:

Ms. Takahashi came marching into her son's room as the grandfather clock in the hall chimed noon. The beautiful woman with long, flowing black hair and lavender eyes stomped over to her son and ripped the covers off of the boy's bed. "Inuyasha," she said crossly as she nudged her son. "It's noon. You lazy boy, get up."

"Never," the boy declared, his voice laced with sleepiness as he rolled over away from his mom, scrunching up into a little ball. "It's my summer vacation, I do not have to get up until I see fit."

"Shut up and get up, now," his mother said crossly, though there was a small amount of amusement hidden in her voice.

With a grumble, Inuyasha sat up and rubbed his eyes, his dog ears twitching and his golden eyes drooped with sleep. His silver hair stuck up in odd directions and as he yawned, he sported small fangs where his canines were supposed to be.

"You suck, Mum," he joked.

"Be quiet. Now, I have to go to the store, when I get back, the dishwasher had better be unloaded, or else I won't give you your allowance," her mother said sternly. "Plus, don't you have to be at your job in two hours?" She glanced at her watch.

"I was fired, remember?" The seventeen year old scowled.

"Right, right." his mother shook her head gently and left the room.

After hearing the car's door slam out in the street, Inuyasha drifted to the window of his apartment he shared with his mother. He watched his mother's Mitsubishi Montero roll down the streets of Seattle traffic before turning a corner and disappearing.

With a snort, the boy drifted out of his room and into the hallway. He stared at the grandfather clock his father had left as he passed and let out a small snort. His father and his mother had never been married, and hadn't seen each other since he was seven years old. He hadn't seen his father since he was ten years old. Supposedly, his dad lived in Washington DC, or somewhere on the east coast.

He rubbed his eyes again and flopped down onto the couch in their tiny family room. He stared at the ceiling and his dog ears twitched. He stared at his sock clad feet for a long moment before his face split into a grin.

---

QFC, Seattle, 12:19 p.m.:

Inutaisho East stared at the Mitsubishi as it pulled into a parking spot near the QFC and her lone figure stepped out. His brows furrowed when he realized her son was not with her. Grabbing a parking space quickly, he turned towards the others in the car. "Stay here, I'll retrieve the boy's mother."

His two female companions and pony tailed man all nodded.

"Good."

He stepped out of the car and looked around the sunny Seattle area. 'Odd, there're always jokes about how much it rains in Washington...' Shaking this off, he quickly walked into the QFC. 'Why is it so damn hot here? Seattle is supposed to be cold and rainy.' He sighed. He felt out of place in his black suit and black sunglasses. Of course, he always felt that way when he wore the ridiculous thing. That's what happens when you're a body guard for the president.

He quickly located the woman in question and sighed. 'Well, she still looks as prissy as ever,' he declared silently, 'I have a feeling I'm going to regret this...'

"Um, excuse me, Izayoi Takahashi?" he spoke. He already knew it was her. He'd followed the woman from her apartment complex. After deciding that his stupid son was going to be the hero of the modern world, he had found their location and had flown to Seattle.

The mother of his son paused from where she was examining carrots and looked at the mirror his reflection was in. She could only see the bottom half of him. "Yes," she said slowly as she turned around. She recognized the man before her instantly. "Oh, it's you."

"Izayoi," he said sternly as the woman turned to walk away. "I need to see Inuyasha."

"Why? So you can get his hopes up only to crush them?" Izayoi snapped and gave her old lover a glare. "When he was ten and he came back from visiting you, he was so excited. He wanted to live with you, or at least spend more time with you. But we never heard from you again. How do you think that made our son feel, Inutaisho?" She scrunched up her nose and turned on her heel. "We have nothing to discuss."

"God damn it, Izayoi, I need to see Inuyasha!" he snapped and fisted his hand. He'd always had a bad temper. "Izayoi...please." His voice took on a softer tone and Izayoi paused, averting her gaze. "It's important. The fate of the white house..."

"Oh, so now Inu's part of your work, is he?" Izayoi spoke harshly as she huffed silently. "This isn't some pleasure trip, is it? You're here on business."

"Yes," Inutaisho admitted quietly as he nodded his head.

"How is our little baby supposed to be part of the fate of the white house?"

"I'll explain in the car." He grabbed the woman's hand and pulled her from the store, making her drop her basket. He approached the black rental car he'd snagged earlier that day and threw her into the passenger seat. Three figures sat in the back and Izayoi felt increasingly uncomfortable.

"Right then," Inutaisho said firmly as he sat in the driver's seat. "Izayoi, these are my coworkers." He pointed to the girl with the long black hair. "This is Emily," he pointed to the girl with the high pony tail, "This is Leela." With a roll of his eyes he pointed towards the man in the middle, seated between the two. "And that's Bob."

"Bob?"

"Bob," the man named Bob, said with a shrug, "My parents were unoriginal, I suppose."

Izayoi, still a little confused and disoriented, didn't say anything after that.

---

Apartment complex, Seattle, 12:46 p.m.:

Music streamed out from the stereo system as Inuyasha bopped around the apartment, his socks sliding smoothly on the wooden floor. He wore nothing but a white wife beater and his red boxers. Due to his lack of possessions, he'd decided that his mother's CDs were the best choice and at the time being, he was dancing along to Elvis's 'hound dog' song, as he so happily dubbed it. The song did fit him because of his demon heritage, but as he danced along, his feet fell out from under him and he did a small face plant into the floor.

"Fuck," he grumbled as he sat up and was met by the stares of five figures. He blinked as he recognized his mother, and then his father. The other three were complete strangers to him. "Uh, hi?"

Seemingly unashamed of his state of attire or his position when the five adults had walked in, Inutaisho wondered briefly if this boy really was his son or if Izayoi had another dog demon lover.

"Inuyasha, you remember your father," Izayoi said with a smile as she jabbed her thumb at the said man. She turned to the other adults, "This is Emily, Leela and Bob."

"Bob?"

"Yes, Bob," her mother said with a small shrug and a look that said 'never you mind'.

"Anyways," Izayoi went on with a small smile, though Inuyasha knew his mother well enough to know that it was a forced gesture. "You're father has something very important he needs to discuss with you."

"Alright, mum," Inuyasha said with a raised eyebrow. He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for what his father had to say. His relationship with his father had never been the greatest thing in the world, but he had to respect him. Though, he had no idea why he would wear a black suit in Seattle summer weather.

"Inuyasha," his father dove right in, not bothering with pleasantries or beating around the bush. "You are all that stands between utter destruction and the free world."

"Uh..." Of all the things his father could have said, that was not on the top ten list. It wasn't even on the top one hundred list. "What?"

Leela, a girl with large eyes and a bright smile, stepped in front of Inutaisho and offered an explanation. "It's very complicated Inuyasha, but we have reasons to believe that you were chosen to defend your country against death and destruction."

"Me?" Inuyasha blinked, "Is this some lame way to get me to enlist in the army?"

Inutaisho sighed deeply and rubbed his temples, "Inuyasha. You need to go to Washington. It is essential that you are there to protect the presidential family."

"So what?" Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "I have to watch some fat old guy and some trophy wife? No wait, not watch, I have to 'protect the free world.' Dad, I don't know what you've been smoking recently, but I am not joining the army."

"Inuyasha," Izayoi said crossly, her some guiltily turned towards her. "I didn't raise you to talk that way to your father."

"Sorry, mum," he mumbled.

"Now then, Inutaisho," the woman addressed the said man and his companions. "Why don't you tell Inuyasha what you told me, instead of confusing him?"

Inutaisho scowled and nodded. "Inuyasha, five years ago, we received a prophecy from a very reliable source. It spoke of a force that can destroy the world. Over much research and studying, we have determined that you are the one who was chosen to destroy this force and protect the world."

"Why do I feel like I'm in some bad movie...?" Inuyasha asked hotly as he tried to process this information. His father sent him a look and he quickly silenced himself, merely grumbling about his messed up life.

"Inuyasha, we fly to Washington in the morning. Prepare yourself," his father said as he moved towards the guest room his mother had offered to him. "The plane leaves at six, your time. Be ready."

"Now that is completely unfair!" Inuyasha snarled with his eyes narrowed, "Six in the morning here is, like, nine in the morning for you! Besides, it's my summer vacation!"

His father ignored him as he and his three agents retreated to the room Izayoi had offered to him. Inuyasha frowned and looked at his mother. "I guess it was a good thing I was fired, huh mum?"

"Yes dear, it would seem that way, wouldn't it?"

---

Inuyasha's room, Seattle, 5:26 a.m., July 8:

Inutaisho stared at his sleeping son before nudging him with his hand. "Wake up, you lazy bum," he declared. His son snored on.

"How did I get into this?" Inutaisho asked himself as he grabbed the glass of water by his son's bed and dumped it on the said boy.

Several minutes of sputtering and profanities later, Inuyasha was sulking in front of the cereal his mother had been thoughtful enough to pour for him. The woman sat at the table with her son as his father inspected his suitcases for any kind of weaponry that could be used against the presidential family.

"Suck it up, boy," his father declared after he was positive that no more threats could be found in his son's suitcase. In his hand was a Swiss army knife, matches and a package of toothpicks his mother had thrown in. "These things have been confiscated from your bag."

"Toothpicks?" Inuyasha asked dryly.

"Very harmful, the potential is enough for me to dispose of them," Inutaisho said firmly and glanced at his watch. "Boy, we must leave; we're going to be late for our flight."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Inuyasha grumbled and turned pleading eyes towards his mom. "Mum, I seriously cannot believe this is happening to me."

"Me neither, baby." His mother shook her head. "Just remember to be good and to do what your father says. Plus, tell the president if you ever get to meet him that I think he's doing a good job bringing back up the economy."

"Uh...I'll try to remember that, mum," Inuyasha said uncertainly before staring at his father. "I thought we were leaving?"

"SeaTac airport is..." he asked uncertainly.

"Between Seattle and Tacoma. SeaTac," Izayoi rolled her eyes, "Inuyasha knows the way. Just go on I-90 and turn south onto 405."

Inutaisho, still trying to process this information, allowed his son to push him out of the apartment building and down to the black rental car. "Bye Mum," he smiled and gave his mom a small kiss on the cheek before retreating completely.

"Bye, Inu; try to have some fun!" His mother waved as he departed from his home and headed towards his destiny.

He had a bad feeling about this...

---

- In case you could not guess it, this story takes place in America. Why? Because I'm unfamiliar with Japanese government, (though I do know that parliament will elect the prime minister that way the majority of parliament is behind him) and because I just felt like being in a patriotic mood.

- I wrote that prophecy, because I'm just so skilled in that way. I tried to make it rhyme, but it was kind of annoying that way. Plus, not only did I have to make every letter at the beginning of a stanza spell Inuyasha's name, I also have to do something else (which I won't say because I'm so mysterious)

-I live near Seattle. And those are real highways.

- I think those are Inu's parents' names, if not...deal with it. Izayoi was going to be Emi until I remembered what her name was.

- Please don't ask about Inuyasha's and his dad's last name...it was going to be West, but I've seen that done so many times, I decided to be an original.