So there's this man...

Who's telling me his life story...

In the back of an alley that's littered with demon-henchmen corpses...

After he saves my ass from getting abducted to hell...

What the actual fu-

"I'm a hanyou-- a half demon-- we aren't welcomed too warmly back where I'm from. And there's my older brother, Sesshomaru; he's a full demon, and fully favoured between the two of us. Well except by my father-- but he died protecting my mom from a crazy ex-- and then a few years later, Mother died too. She was the only human who didn't cross them self at the sight of me."

'Wow, this guy's been through some pretty awful shit,' I thought to myself.

True-- his story was heart wrenching, but that doesn't mean I can't bemoan my own pitfalls.

"So there's a name for us?" I watched the confusion travel across Inuyasha's face and pushed on. "Oh, sorry. I forgot to mention that I'm the son of the devil... Literally-- My human mom didn't make it through delivery and I've never met my... Father," I spat harshly, then paused. "And even though Yukio doesn't seem to have any demon blood, he's constantly running little tests on himself to make sure he won't 'develop it'," I air quoted the last few words with a somewhat wry smile. "He doesn't understand that this... This curse... Isn't some t-shirt size that you can grow into-- you either have it, or you don't."

I looked up after I'd finished my rant, and found Inuyasha staring at me with the oddest expression on his face. "And how old are the two of you?" He asked after a while.

"Twenty-one. How old're you?"

"Twenty-three," Inuyasha replied slowly, as if he was trying to think something over carefully. "So what are you gonna do now? Obviously, step one-- get ambushed by strange creatures behind an abandoned tattoo parlor and a run-down laundromat-- is accomplished. Any more thrilling plans?" He smirked.

"It's not like I plan to have my demon king of a father send his henchmen to attack me on a weekly schedule," I huff indignantly and cross my arms.

He chuckles suddenly, but covers his mouth in a futile attempt to stifle his laughter when I growl at him.

"S- sorry," he gasps out between snorts. "You just looked like a disgruntled little kitten!"

This dude's chortling is really starting to grate on my nerves.

While he's carrying on, though, I notice that as the sun begins to show its bright pink and orange rays, Inuyasha's hair is beginning to lighten from a dark black to a shimmery silver. And not just that-- were those... Dog ears?!

Supervention-
   To follow immediately after; ensue.
   [Philosophy] To be dependent on a set of facts or properties in such a way that change can occur only after change has occurred in those facts or properties.