Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha in anyway, whatsoever.

A.N.: Got this idea when I was trying to sleep and decided to start thinking about story ideas. This one is going to be a hard one but hopefully, I can manage this. Of course, the pairing will be SoutaxKanna! Anyways, review anonymous or logged in and now, on with the chapter!

Prologue:

"Get back here!" boomed a voice from an open window!

A little girl ran quickly through the crowd of people who looked in all directions to see who the woman in the window was yelling at. Her jet black hair flew in every direction and kept getting in the way of her sight. Brown eyes darted in every direction to see if anybody was following her.

Sure enough, two grubby men with sticks were running after her at a quick pace. She pressed the bundle of rags in her hand closely to her chest continued her frantic running.

"Damn runt runs fast." Said one of the two men with heavy breaths.

"Probably use to this too, the damn brat!" shouted the other man.

The latter ran ahead as he was more built than the other and was quickly gaining distance. She looked back and gasped in surprise. She looked ahead of her to find a suitable place to run to or hide in and saw a white sheet spread like a curtain.

'Perfect! I can hide behind there if he doesn't catch up.' She thought hopefully.

The girl leaped a rock in her way and slipped behind the white sheet.

"Don't think I can't see you!" shouted her chaser.

He ran right through the sheet and expected himself to run into the thief child. Instead, he felt nothing under his feet!

"Oh crap…" groaned the man as his body plunged into the river used for laundry for the village.

The girl giggled as he was pushed away by the current. She stretched her legs and arms which were aching from the last punishment she had received. The rags were still held tightly in her arms. It was the only thing she could take from the woman before she was caught.

She opened up the bundle and it revealed a beautiful mirror. The mirror shined like a thousand pearls and just by looking at it, the person would not bother to look at their reflection.

"I wish I didn't have to sell it." Mumbled the girl sadly.

She turned around to go back to her shelter when she felt a skin on skin contact on her face. A hand had punched her in the face and she saw multi colored stars dance along her eyesight. She moaned in pain and fell into dark unconsciousness as she felt another blow aimed at her already fragile body.

Hours Later:

Moans of pain escaped the girl's lips as her body tried to awaken itself. Only one of her eyelids worked and the other was brutally swollen and covered in a purplish hue. Her pale skin was left with bruises and it hurt like hell!

"…The mirror…" whispered the girl.

She dragged her scarred hand along the ground and hissed in pain. Blood was leaking from a cut wound on the palm of her hand. She made one more attempt and sighed when she felt the cool surface of the beautiful mirror.

"Thank you." She said to thin air.

But something felt wrong. When she ran her fingers along the delicate glass, she felt lines run in-between her smooth fingers. She slowly raised her head and her face contorted in agonizing pain. But she continued until her head was raised high enough to looked down at the mirror. Of course, her hand left blood streaks along the mirror.

"No, please no!" screamed the girl at the mirror.

Cracks covered the mirror and nearly ruined the beauty of the mirror. The girl noticed muddy footprints on the edges of the mirror and her mind slowly realized the terrible truth, someone had stepped on the mirror.

She picked up the mirror and was surprised to find that the mirror did not shatter to pieces. It held in place as if wanting to always stay together.

"Will he still take it?" wondered the girl.

She had recently started to steal things from people in the village and sold the items to a strange man that kept himself hidden just outside the village. He paid her money and food for the items and she happily accepted them.

Nobody took care of her and no one even thought of helping her. The girl was sure that the brown haired man was the only one who cared about her existence.

Her parents abandoned her and everyday, she had to suffer the pain of watching them walk right past her while casting looks of hate in her direction. Everyday she cried and wished for her suffering to end but she was afraid of death and the man who gave her things would be sad for her.

The girl took one of the rags and wrapped her hair in a messy ponytail. She would have looked much better if someone would just give her a comb. But it would not matter, for all she thought about was the wanting for food and love and the handsome man and the local priestess who cared for her. Well, at least she thought he did.

The girl thought about what had happened. She snapped her fingers and remembered there were two men. The other must have discovered her and took action. He must have wanted revenge for his comrade who was being washed away with the current.

"I'm going to have to be more careful. The beatings were never this bad."

The girl looked for a suitable sized stick and when she hooked it under her arm; she slowly limped back to the village. Besides, she had nowhere else to go and she knew only one home, even if she was not wanted there.

Entrance of the Village:

The trail to the village was made by the wild animals walking through many years ago. It was pretty easy to follow and looked harmless, which it was. The whole village was all farmers excluding the local priestess, who was their only defense against demons.

The priestess only came out once a month to examine the village. She spent most of her time with the thief girl. Nobody understood why but if she wanted to, there was no one who could stop her. The other time she came out was when the village was in trouble which, for hundreds of years, had not happened yet.

The girl sneaked through a hidden passage on the left of the wooden fence that protected the village. She swiftly made her way through but was surprised it was silent.

"It's only the afternoon…, where is everybody?" wondered the girl.

A nauseating scent filled the girl's senses and she gagged. It smelled terrible and the girl felt dread fill in the pit of her stomach. She stepped out of the passage and choked on her next breath.

"Oh my god!" screamed the girl.

The hundreds of villagers that she had known or hated were strewn and thrown everywhere. Their bodies were mangled and bite marks were apparent on their tanned skin. Some held farming equipment in their hands, which were covered in blood. They must have defended themselves only to be killed also.

The girl made her way through the horrible scene and made a dash to the priestess's shrine. She broke down the splintered door and frantically searched for their protector. She saw a flash of white and looked down. A piece of paper was on the ground and looked hastily written.

She picked it up and held it up to the light to read.

"I make my leave to today. I do not want to be the priestess of this town any longer!

-Hinata"

The girl scrunched up the note in her hands and tears welled up in her eyes. Their protector had betrayed them, and now this ironic event had happened. Without a protector, her village was in ruins. She curled up into a ball on the floor and just lay there, sobbing and she was pitied with sleep.

Earlier That Day:

Hinata smirked as she saw the demons rip apart the village. She was watching from high above a cliff and was amused by the event that was taking place right before her eyes.

She had changed her robes into the color of black. This village was not well known so nobody would notice a small village just disappearing.

"Foolish villagers, believing that they could contain be in thereforever, what a pathetic mistake!" she said, emphasizing "there".

"Maybe I should help those demons; I do believe that this is taking to much of my time."

Hinata drew her sacred bow high and it pulsed with a dark energy. She released tens of arrows repeatedly and they all struck at random. Some hit demons, some hit humans. Some villagers looked up and saw their once trusted priestess on a cliff, going for another strike.

"Why Hinata? Why?" begged a villager who was on a roof and could clearly see Hinata.

Hinata just shook her head, smiled, aimed the bow at the villager, and fired…

Night Time:

The girl bolted upwards. She was drenched cold sweat and shivered at the dream. But the dream was so realistic and seemed to tell her about what happened. She looked at the mirror she was carrying and realized it was pulsing with energy. She did a double take, but it already returned to normal.

"I must have imagined it." Whispered the girl and she got up.

She had no chance living here, so she decided to run away. She would find a village and make a fresh start. But she needed food and was desperate for it. The mirror was going to be worth something even if it was cracked and dirty.

The girl pulled out the messy ponytail and shook her head. Flakes of mud were spread out and covered the walls. She left the priestess's temple and walked down the stairs behind it. A clearing was in front of her and she searched with her eyes. The man was supposed to be here.

"Oh no, what if he died?" She whispered, despair clearly in her voice.

"I am here, child. Come deeper into the forest, where they will not find you…" said a soothing voice.

The voice made her feel as if she was on a cloud and she dreamily walked father into the clearing. Her face looked as if it was mesmerized and it only showed pure joy.

"Come closer my dear…" continued the voice.

She nodded and picked up her pace. She passed the clearing and soon found her self right beside a wagon. It still had the familiar purple curtain that hid him from her view until he opened it and greeted her. She put her hands behind her that still held the mirror and waited patiently.

A few minutes passed and the voice said,

"Welcome, my child, did you bring what I have asked for?" wondered the voice.

"Yes sir, I have brought what you wanted." Said the girl eagerly.

The curtain opened and a man's face was shown. His air was the color of dark bark and it looked like he had eye shadow on his face.

"May I see the item you requested?" asked the man.

She suddenly felt guilty. The object was broken, would he be sad?

She revealed the item and he studied it. His face suddenly turned darker and she swore she saw a sudden tint of red appear in his eyes.

"Foolish girl, why do you bring me a destroyed artifact!" shouted the man.

The girl stuttered for words but he silenced her with a whistle from his mouth. He brought out a hand and touched her forehead.

"Tell me girl…, what is the name the villagers call you in the village? Or should I say, what was the name they called you?" he said, venom pouring through his words.

"I don't want to say it!" shouted the girl and she felt her him put pressure on her forehead.

"Tell me or you will regret it." Whispered the man.

The girl hiccupped and tried to move his hand away, but yelped when she started digging into her skin.

"They call me nothing! Okay! Was that good enough for you!" screamed the girl.

The man muttered something and put his mouth next to her ear,

"I am Naraku and you shall now become what you have been named!"

A bright light filled the darkness and the only thing that was heard was a scream breaking through the chilly darkness…

End of Prologue

End Note: This felt awesome to write! I'll keep continuing but remember to review because it gets kind of hard to write without reviews. I accept all reviews and expect many things for Kanna to handle and I'm out!

-starfighter48