A/N: So, I originally wrote this in 2003 and it was posted on here under a different name. However, I have decided to remove all my stuff from that account to this one. Enjoy!

"The First Meeting: Chapter 1"

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The clouds hung low over the castle. The old castle was on a hill and was usually a cheerful place. But today, the clouds threatened to rain over the happy palace. And there was a good reason for it.

The eldest daughter of the lord that lived there had been ill for some time now. The doctors had no idea what it was but they blamed the same cause they always blamed. The woman's son.

The boy was barely six years old and was about the most innocent and naïve child with a heart of gold. But the palace's residents did not hate him because of his personality. To tell the truth, none of them knew his personality because they all hated the fact his father was a demon.

The poor little boy was now sitting next to his dying mother. He was confused as to why his mother was still in bed even if the weather was bad.

She turned to look at the boy and weakly patted him on the head.

"My dear little Inuyasha," she murmured.

"Mother, are you still sick?" he asked.

"Yes, my dear," was her weak reply.

"Get better soon, Mother. I want to play with you again."

His mother managed a smile as she tried hard not to cry. He didn't understand that she was going to die soon. She was going to leave her son here in this place that hated him. The rest of her family shunned the child and hated him for what he was.

"I shall try, Inuyasha, I shall try. But if I don't, I want you to go live with your father. He will take proper care of you."

"My father?"

Inuyasha had never met his father. He'd heard of the great Inutaishou but had never met the dog demon. He was suddenly a little frightened because he'd heard scary things about his father.

"Promise me you will go to live with your father and not in this hateful place."

Inuyasha paused and began pondering her request.

"Promise me Inuyasha."

The boy was a little weary but he knew his mother would never deliberately put him in danger so he nodded.

"Good. I love you, Inuyasha." Her eyes closed and her hand, which was still on the boy's head, became limp and fell. The rain began to fall outside.

Inuyasha stared at his mom. "Mother? Mother are you okay? Mother!"

"She's dead, stupid half breed," muttered Kotski, Inuyasha's cousin. "And it's probably all your fault."

"She was sick. I didn't make her sick," Inuyasha sniffed.

"Your blood is poison. Being around you makes me sick. She spends so much time with you, it killed her."

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Inuyasha cried out in sorrow.

"You're a murderer, just like your father. That bastard dog that stained our family's name and produced you. We should've killed you the moment you were born."

Kotski drew his sword and faced it toward the small boy. Inuyasha's face, which was tear stained, showed nothing but true terror.

"Nobody's here to help you, half breed." Kotski told a step forward. "Nobody at all."

Kotski lifted the sword up so he could strike the child down. Inuyasha closed his eyes waiting for the blow, which never came. Inuyasha opened his eyes to see the sword tumble at his feet. His cousin had been knocked to the floor but not knocked out.

"Inutaishou!" Kotski exclaimed.

A/N: There are three chapters to this particular story. I'll be posting the other two later in the month. Thank you for taking the time to read this piece of history.