Familiar characters (I.E. Inuyasha, ect.) belongs to the creator of Inuyasha. Made up characters belong to me.

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Forest green eyes looked out a window to the lava falls. This was the peacefullest thing these eyes have seen since their owner was 8. These eyes wittiness the murder of their last leader and the slavery or their owner’s people. Their lids hidden them when the owner winced when he remembered the sting of the wipes on his back. They snapped open when the owner herd his door opening.

“Forgive me for the interruption, your majesty,” said the intruder.

The owner turned his head to look at the intruder. It was a female fox demon named Shaleme. She was one of the owner’s two advisers. She bowed.

“There is a human high priest requesting to see you,” she said.

The owner turned back to the window.

“I’ll be down in a minuet,” he said, “Let the visitor know.”

Shaleme bowed again.

“Yes, Emperor Shippo,” she said before she left.

Shippo looked out once more, but not at the lava falls. He was staring out at the center of their new capital city, Solarira. Solarira is the name of their goddess and ruler of the sun. So it was fitting that they would build their new home in Mt. Fuji’s volcano. Shippo closed his eyes again at the memory of their landing and the building of the capital. He snorted. They haven’t been here for a full year and all ready getting visitors. Shippo open his eyes again and sighed.

“I guess it’s time to meet this human high priest,” he said before he left.

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Miroku was truly surprised. He had heard that the fox demons had migrated here from China. Miroku just shrugged it off as some rumor that the locals told the children so that they won’t go into the mountains. But here he was, high priest of the eastern sands temple, in the throne room of their emperor. Miroku had also herd that the humans of China enslaved them. If it wasn’t for the looks he got when he enter here he would have said that would just be a rumor as well. But the reason Miroku was here was by order of the feudal lord of the east. Just then the throne room door open. Miroku witched as a male fox demon, dressed in armor that fitted for a shaman, with his long reddish-brown hair tied in a pony tail, walked to the throne and sat down. The demon looked at Miroku. Miroku bowed in respect to the demon’s rank. He looked up at the emperor and thought that he looked strangely familiar.

“What business do you have with us, human?” the demon asked.

“I am here to ask you to lend me some of your assassins,” Miroku answered.

“What for?” the demon emperor asked.

“The priests of the eastern forest has betrayed my lord because of what he is,” Miroku answered.

The demon emperor leaned forward in the throne.

“And what would he be?” he asked.

“A half demon,” Miroku answered.

The emperor got up and walked to Miroku.

“It’s hard for me to believe someone when I can’t see their face, let alone not knowing their name.” he stated.

Miroku closed his eyes in embarrassment. He completely forgot to remove his sand mask. He took it off and noticed that the demon’s eyes widen.

“I am Miroku, high priest if the eastern sands,” he said.

The demon emperor smiled.

“Then I shall do your request,” he said with his turning to a toothy one, “as an old friend of mine.”

Miroku raised an eyebrow.

“Old friend?” he asked.

“I’m Shippo,” the demon answered, “Hopefully you remember me.”

Now it was time for Miroku’s eyes to widen. Here was the little kit that use to travel around with him and the rest when Kagome was with them, now all grown up and crowed by his people. Shippo laughed.

“My gods it’s been how many years since any of us last seen you?” Miroku asked.

“At least 20,” Shippo answered.

Miroku walked up to Shippo and gave him a hug. Which Shippo returned. Miroku took a few steps back, afterwords, to look at him.

“Wow,” was all he could say.

Miroku then remembered that Shippo left when he was 8 to train for any specific class that his people offered. Which brought a little curiosity in him.

“What class did you chose?” he asked.

“Shaman,” Shippo answered with a smile, “Of coarse when duty calls for it, I’m also a ninja and a healer.”

Miroku was left speechless.

“Now about your request,” Shippo said, “I would have to go with the assassins do to the trust they have for humans.”

“Of coarse,” said Miroku, “I and a few of the priests will be going there as well for support and to put a few of them in charge of the temple.”

“Alright,” said Shippo, “When do you want us to leave?”

“As soon as you can,” Miroku answered.

“Very well,” said Shippo walking to the door with Miroku, “We’ll be leaving in the after noon. Meet us at he eastern base of the mountains. You will have to lead the way.”

“Okay,” said Miroku, “see you there then.”