Disclaimer- I did not create Inuyasha or any of those characters, but wouldn't it be cool if I did?
She's awoken by the sounds of laughter. Her mom is making her prize-winning pancakes, just about the only thing that could get her out of the warm blankets that enveloped her body. The sun peeks through the curtains as a light breeze makes them dance. She snuggles further into her cozy bed and yawns.
The birds sing there song to the girl but they can't compete with the pitter-patter of her little brothers feet as he tries, poorly, to sneak into her room.
"Wake up, sleepy head!" He shrieks and jumps onto his sister's bed.
The shriek was followed by small arms wrapping around her body. More laughter continues, mixing in with the bird's song, the creek of the wooden floors and the breeze that twinkles the wind chimes outside.
At least that's what should have happened had it not been for that fateful night that took everything from her. The laughter was no longer there, and neither were the wind chimes. Even the birds were silent this morning.
And so it was to silence that the girl awoke to. That was all that was left. The silence. And it greeted her with a heavy heart.
She wiped the sleepiness from her eyes and stretched from her uncomfortable position on the floor. Her black hair tumbled in loss curls mid-way down her back. Her brown eyes were beautiful yet sad.
Checking her watch, she realizes that she still has a good two hours before work. She looks around the room with dead eyes.
Maybe I should tidy up a bit today she laughs to herself and walks out of the barren living room and enters the kitchen.
Where furniture should have been, there was nothing; same goes for the kitchen table and chairs. Not to mention the refrigerator. But then again, who needs any of that stuff, they're just luxuries.
The cabinet contained one cup, a pot, and a plate. Her silverware was just as scarce as her dinnerware, consisting of a knife, spoon, and a fork. The pot was filled with water and placed on the stove to boil. Another cabinet was richly filled with ramen, mac & cheese, stuffing, basically anything that can be cooked with just water and a pot. Today's breakfast would be ramen.
Luckily fruit was cheap and the girl munched on an apple as she watched the water come to a boil.
After finishing her ramen and cleaning up-just because you don't have anything, it doesn't give you any reason to be dirty- the girl took a shower and brushed her teeth.
Upon her return to the living room, the girl walked to the only part of the room that contained anything. She never bothered to go into any other rooms, they were all bare.
She looked down at two little boxes on the floor. Said boxes contained a few articles of clothing, one for clean and one for dirty. She picked up her work uniform: a pair of faded blue jeans with a few holes, a dark green long sleeved shirt and an apron. She hastily got dresses and put her hair up in a bun.
She didn't bother to look in the mirror before she left, not because she didn't care what she looked like (because she did, just not in a vain way. Quite the opposite really) but because she did not own a mirror. Not anymore anyways. That was sold many months ago…
A girl stood outside her home. She was the same girl, only a year younger. She greeted people as they came to her house. Many people were suspicious but then again many people just didn't care.
"Oh yes, everything is for sale." The 16 year old girl chirped happily, "That's right, my… Uncle and I are moving to America. He got a big promotion and our new house is already being set up. We have no need for our old things."
And if anyone noticed that she hesitated when she mentioned her uncle, or how odd it was that this girl was selling everything by herself, no one commented. And so, being a natural at persuading people, she managed to sell everything, except a few necessities. It also help that she exuded a certain charm and confidence.
The same girl, now 17 going on 18 in just a few weeks time, was on her way out the door. She had a little extra time and so she thought she might as well take the longer way to work. Her decision was not at all swayed because of a certain little kitsune that happened to be on that path.
Feeling rather happy today, which is quite unlike her despite the fact that she tries to be optimistic, she hummed a little song on her way to work. She had a little secret, many actually, but this one isn't as big as the others: in order to be happy, she just doesn't dwell on the unhappy things. It took her awhile to be able to accomplish that, but then again she didn't have anything that wasn't unhappy about her life not too long ago. And when there are only unhappy things, it's quite hard to find something else to keep your mind distracted with.
The girl heard shouting in a house down the street. It wasn't that loud, but she had really good hearing. She knew which house it was coming from. It was a small house like hers, which was technically her uncles, but this house looked dirty. The paint was peeling off, cardboard was taped over broken windows and there was glass, beer bottles and garbage lying all over the little porch outside. A small child with a big tail was sitting on the steps leading up to the porch. He was sniffling.
"Shippo!" The girl cried and ran the distance between the two. She was considerably fast.
At the sound of his name and the familiar voice, the young fox demon picked up his head and immediately his eyes brightened and a huge smile replaced the sad frown on his face.
"Kagome, you're here!"
Kagome picked up Shippo and gave him a big hug. She continued to hold him in her arms, a worried expression on her face.
"Is everything okay Shippo? Are they fighting again?" The kitsune nodded his head and took a peek at the house behind him.
"Can we go to the park today?" He snuggled into the girl. Her scent always seemed to calm him. It was a strange scent, he'd never smelt it before, but strange in a good way.
Kagome shook her head sadly, she hated leaving him here but she had to go to work. She tried to take her little fox demon away from his house as often as possible. She knew he hated it there. His parents always fought and threw things at each other. They neglected him and treated him like gum off the bottom of their shoes. They would often kick him out of the house for no reason. Despite this, Kagome could not report them. She knew that they never actually hit him before and therefore no one would believe a girl over the two adults. If they ever did though, they would have hell to pay.
"I have work, my little fox." She stroked his hair and tried to calm him down. Even though she was only 17, she couldn't help but feel so bonded to this little demon. He was like a son to her. She had been taking care of him for three years now, when he was only two. He was the only thing that kept her from breaking down after that horrible night all those years ago. It's like she was fated to find him…
A girl cried under her bed. She was so scared but she had to be quiet. She had heard her mom on the phone downstairs with her dad. She was scared and he was telling her it was going to be all right. He was on his way home. She just had to make sure the kids were safe and hide until he got there. The police were on their way.
Her mom had dashed upstairs and told her to hide and be quite. She only went down the hall to her little brother's room. She was trembling with fear and she felt like she should do something. She wanted to know what was going on and she didn't think being separated from her mom was a good idea. They should stick together. Besides, she was fourteen after all! She shouldn't be scared like this!
She heard her mom scream and her heart raced. She ran out of her room and sprinted down the hall. The door to her little brother's room was open. She came to a halt just outside. Her mother was trying to protect her little brother. A huge demon stood before her, claws extended and dripping some kind of venom. She hadn't even heard him come in! He snarled at her mother and attacked, ignoring the high-pitched shriek and the pink aura that engulfed the room.
She was crying and she was mad. She knew the pink aura was from her miko powers, but she wasn't trained very well with them. Her mom had said that they were still growing and too unstable. She had a hard enough time figuring out that her daughter even had miko powers, and was confused as to where they came from. Luckily, they had a family friend, Kaede, who helped to train the girl to contain the powers because whenever she was young and would throw a temper tantrum, objects would fly across the room.
The demon sunk his claws into her mother and he gave out a shriek. Every inch of his body felt as if it were ablaze. He quickly finished the mother and pushed her aside. He then scratched hastily at the young boy. He had to complete the mission or hope that he died because the punishment for failure would be much worse than death.
Kagome ran after the demon and pounded her fists against his back screaming for him to stop. Every blow she did left a large bleeding gash on the demons back. When she heard her brother scream, she screamed louder, closed her eyes, and put all of her effort into her attack. Suddenly there was nothing left to hit and she felt drained she opened her eyes and saw that the demon was ash at her feet, purified by her powers.
She gasped for air as she looked at her mother and brother. Tears clouded her vision as she realized that they were gone. She ran down the stairs and out the doors. She wasn't sure where her father was. Why wasn't he here to protect them? She ran as fast as her feet would carry her: down this street, left onto an alley, through some trees, across another street, right, left, through there.
Then she stopped. She wasn't sure where she was. She heard someone crying. She didn't know what to do. She stopped thinking about everything and just let her instincts guide her. Soon she found the source of the crying: a young child with a long tail. She knelt down beside him and asked what was wrong. He looked up at her with puffy, scared eyes. He looked so young! Before she knew it, she was holding him in her arms and comforting him. She didn't know why, it just made her feel better. Soon she was crying too and they held each other…
"Can't I go to work with you?" Shippo's voice broke her out of her trance and she realized that her eyes had begun to fill up with tears, "What's wrong?"
"I just missed you lots." She said as she smiled and wiped back the tears, "But you know I'm not allowed to bring you, otherwise I would. I promise to stop by after work though and read you a bed time story, okay? Just remember to keep your window unlocked."
The kitsune was delighted by the thought and smiled excitedly. They said there goodbye's and she started heading back to work, sad about the past but excited about the future.
A/N- How did you like it? I usually only read fanfics, this is my first attempt at writing something. But I figured I'd give it a shot. It's a lot of fun though, I'm thoroughly enjoying myself! I hope other people are too. If you want to find out about what happened to her dad and why someone killed her family, you'll just have to review and tell me what you think so far! Any suggestions? Compliments? Hopefully no one will be mean…