†Yuki To Momo†
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha all credit goes to Rumiko Takahashi!(ゝω´･)b
Rated: M, for violence and some offensive language.
Chapter One.
†A New Setting†
It was about 2:30 and a few clouds lingered in the afternoon sky over Chiba. Down the street from a few shopping centers in an upscale neighborhood, a moving truck labeled "Kokubunji Tender Movers" parked crookedly in-front of a large, traditional style three-story house. Surrounding the property was a wide group of healthy budding Sakura trees. The leaves could be heard rustling in the cool wind from a good distance down the street. A koi pond was hidden away inside the lush garden in the backyard. Out front, two men dressed in dark blue jump suits and plain ball-caps were trying to move a handcrafted wooden table out of the back of the moving truck.
Newlywed Amai Tora watched the two men closely from the comfort of her deck chair out on the open balcony of her home office. She brushed back some loose strands of her black hair, coincidentally making eye contact with Sai Sai, a six month old Shiba Inu puppy. He stared at her in pure adoration with his bushy tail waving to and fro. Tora scoffed, happily ignoring the animal as she crossed her arms under her breasts. The dog was a wedding gift from her mysterious twin brother Toya, who was a renowned dog breeder that traveled across the country. Tora thought dog breeding was a thankless job, but her darling husband had to open his big trap about how much he always wanted a puppy. Now they were stuck with this creature. She disliked dogs, cats, and despised everything with fur.
After a moment of watching the poor puppy turning in circles trying to get her attention, Tora sighed and encouraged him to come sit next to her by patting the cushion. Sure enough, the puppy hopped right up on the sofa and curled up next to her on the chair. She smiled slightly down at the fuzzy ball of pup for a second before returning her hawk-like gaze on the men holding her table below. She did not trust anyone with the priceless table that her dear, sweet, and elegant mother in law had given to her as a bridal present.
Tora would have been right down criticizing the shit out out of each and every single one of their moves, were it not for her husband. Uruha, who had made his darling wife promise that she would relax and let the men "do their job". Oh yeah, sure. She would relax, but she made damn sure that the men below knew that if anything should happen to this priceless table of hers. She was going to take it right out on them, and their company's ass!
Rightfully so, Tora had a scary reputation revolving around her that had started in her youth. It was unfortunately still circulating around the community and has made her feared by many as they referred to her as "The Lady Tiger" because her mood could turn from sweet and placated, to vicious and scary in zero point two seconds.
Tora wouldn't have to grow accustomed to city like her daughter, for she was born here in Chiba. It was hardly as busy as Tokyo but, she had her reasons for leaving. It was all to get away from the Higurashi influence and the shadow that seemed to live within the walls of the family mansion. She moved her hands to her shoulders as a chill crept up her spine. Deep inside her heart, she knew that the Higurashi would stop at nothing to keep everything to keep their former leader's legacy alive. This move might not have been enough to get away, but only time would tell.
No, she could not let them sow those same seeds into her beloved child. She feared for how young and impressionable her teenage daughter was, and how strongly the code of the family changed people. They might have molded her late husband into the perfect demon that they wanted, but they would not take the only part of him left untainted in the world away from her. His love, his faith, and the smallest bit of innocence in his soul. She secretly wished that the arms wrapped around her, were his. Desperately did she long to hear his voice in her ear.
"Tell me, have I done the right thing? Akatsuki," she wondered.
Her eyes incidentally caught sight of the garage of the house right across the street opening up. A person, seemingly male was dressed in a deep violet and charcoal leather jacket, black holey jeans and boots. He was sitting on top of a motorcycle. She couldn't see his face because he wore a helmet, but he did waved up at her. She waved back slightly, and watched as he took off down the street.
"Huh, that was interesting," Tora thought as she dropped her hand down to her lap. She absently began to pet the object of her hatred. The puppy let out an appreciative yowl as he rolled over onto his belly. Tora's eyebrows pinched as she glanced down at the animal. He simply thumped his tail excitedly again as he stared at her with those big black pearly eyes.
"You know, you're not so bad. Just don't tell Uruha, okay?" Tora whispered as she stroked Sai Sai's white belly. The pup let out an affirmative yip and snuggled closer to her.
Sweat dripped down the noses of the workers, nervousness and fear had settled into their bellies. It caused their palms to moisten and their grip on the table to nearly slip. Both men panicked, readjusting their hold on the borders with shaky sighs, their eyes dotted around as they worked up a way to get the table through the door. Every object that came in view was quickly taken as a threat and the men treated them as such. They strategically moved the table through the door frame, turned it sideways to that they could move past the staircase and placed it in the living room.
From the kitchen a blonde haired man, Newlywed Amai Uruha could be seen going up the steps with another pair of workers. A smile crossed his face as he joyously carried the pink box and behind him, the men lugged large vases labeled in Tora's handwritten threats. "I'm fragile, like your life." or "Break this vase and I break your face." Clearly the woman was none to be trifled with, and the movers knew this well. The men exchanged worried glances at each other as they followed their blonde haired client upstairs to the second landing of the house. The men sighed thankfully as they reached the landing.
"Well gentleman, that wasn't so bad. A little heavy lifting never killed anyone! Am I right, or am I right?" Joked Uruha over his shoulder to the men with an overly pleasant smile. The two movers exchanged annoyed glances, but Uruha simply ignored their grunts and sat the box he was holding down on a mini-table on the landing next to the wall. He was dressed freshly in a white dress shirt, black slacks with a matching belt. His hair was pulled back into a stubble of a pony tail.
"Where should we place these Sir," asked the first mover as he held up the vase. Uruha glanced over his shoulder, violet eyes scanning over the label sticker on the vase for a moment as if he didn't recognize the objects, then his eyes brightened.
"Oh my wife's vases! Yes, my darling wife's priceless vases! Oh gentleman please, just put them in that room way at the end of the hall," he answered smartly with a modest blush. Both men cursed and grumbled as they continued lugging the vases down the hall.
Uruha was about to go check on his beloved bride when he felt a strange pull, a warm sensation that drew him toward the pink box sitting on the wall table. His eyes dropped down to the box, his hand softly stroked the tape that bound it shut. He closed his eyes and smiled a moment, then he gathered the box in his arms and walked away with it.
You see, Uruha was very excited about this move from the get go. Amai Uruha was born into a wealthy family as the second son, yet born sterile, and for that his relatives told him his whole life that he would never have a normal family. Hatred filled the bitter void when it came to love, however it was in high school that he met the lovely lioness, Murai Tora. She was cold, stubborn, and proud with a cat-like personality. When the two met she had attracted him almost instantly. For Uruha it was like a light had cut through the haze of black shrouding his heart.
The two became close friends, very close friends. Unfortunately Uruha made a mistake the day he introduce her to his best friend, Higurashi Akatsuki. Akatsuki knew very well that Tora was his best friend's first love, but despite that it stop him from making her his wife after high school. Tora believed the two could have a beautiful life together, as Akatsuki promised her however, he failed to tell her of the horrible past she would become a part of. Soon after the wedding, she became first lady of The White Dragon Clan, a very vicious underground Yakuza organization. The White Dragon leader was himself, Akatsuki.
She didn't suffer as much as a normal woman would. They would have committed suicide for experiencing the things she had to go through for her husband. Four years after her initiation into the clan, the first daughter was born after three decades of a consistent male bred family line. The Yakuza Clan of The White Dragon rejoiced but their joy would not last, for soon after their leader had mysteriously disappeared. Everyone assumed he had died when a gang attack didn't go as planned, and so the family had lost their supreme boss.
It was a very tough time for them. With "Akatsuki" dead and his daughter too young to take over, naturally the second born was able to succeed the first but, it wasn't something that the elders of the family and other leaders of the clan could agree on. Hideki was of secondary bloodline, which meant he wasn't pure bred like the first line of Higurashi males. The clan all had to compromise, and thus the grandest elder of the clan stated that Hideki secondary to the Higurashi family would take charge of the White Dragon's districts and assets until Akatsuki's heir became of age.
Tora, the widow was to marry Hideki and produce more children to further the Higurashi line but, after overhearing their plan Tora had remembered her promise to her husband. "Tora my love, should anything ever happen to me. Take Kagome, go to Uruha. He will take you and protect you both from my family. Promise me you will do this, for our daughter's future?" She also asked for forgiveness and spiritual guidance for the decision she was about to make. Four months before the wedding was set to occur between Hideki and herself, she finally gave in to Uruha's marriage proposal which stunned him.
Never had he imagined having children or falling in love, but when Tora gave him the chance to make her and Kagome his, he took it. He believed he could finally be happy with a real family that would be all his. They were soon engaged and she told him of the promise between her and Akatsuki and the family's intentions. In tears she begged him to spirit her and her daughter away, to a place where they could start anew together. They left the Higurashi Clan and were welcomed warmly by Uruha's family. They stayed there at the Amai estate for a while, so that Kagome could at least finish junior high.
Uruha stopped walking down the opposite hall when he heard something, someone was singing softly, the voice was coming from behind a black door to his left. He quietly inched open the door, to find its source.
There sitting on the windowsill with an open box next to her, was a raven haired beauty. She sat with her back up against the left casing of the window, one leg bent up on the sill and the other hanging off. Her slender toes were good four inches from the wooden floor below. In her lap resting over her thighs were her hands, her inch and a half black nails were lovely.
As she stared out at the distant horizon with a dull expression, her light gray eyes reflected the dying glare of the setting sun. A Sakura tree was next to her window rustling softly with its branches outstretched toward the horizon. The tree was so close that if she wanted she could reach out and climb it.
She was dressed in a sleeveless high-neck crop top that left her navel bare. She wore black skinny straight leg harem pants with clips and straps that met below her back pockets and crosses connecting to latches at the lower calves. Her straight black hair was pulled back into high ponytail that hung over her left shoulder and laid over one of her breasts. She ignored the tingling sensation rising on her skin from a stray breeze outside, the air smelled sweet as it passed over her.
Her eyes roamed over the other houses and simple people of the neighborhood walking on the street. This house wasn't as big as her old house, for it had been a mansion that went on for many moons. Not to mention it was filled with maids and butlers who were ready to wait on you hand and foot. Here though, it seemed pretty damn mediocre compared to that lavish lifestyle she had grown up with.
That aside, she wouldn't complain because her folks had their reasons. The best part about it all was the amount of punks loitering up and down the main streets when she and her family first arrived. A mischievous smirk formed on her lips at the thought of watching those guys go at it in an alley fight. She traced one of her black nails across her bottom lip, imagining knives, violence, and hot blood painting the ground. Like a good old-fashioned movie brawl, where all the gangsters pull out their weapons and go at it. She even saw a motorcyclist on her street! It excited her, more than it should have.
The teen disconnected from her fantasy when her wandering eyes caught sight of one of the movers below.
"Hello up there!" Called one of the younger movers below. He was a handsome young guy, with a broad square jaw and shining white teeth. He sat the box he was holding down on the ground and waved up at the pretty girl sitting by the window. He chuckled as she sunk down on the sill with a little frown, guessing she was shy. For all she knew the guy probably thought he could flirt with her a little to get back at her mother, but she'd prove him wrong.
The young mover's charming smile faded when the girl above turned her nose up at him. He was shocked at first, then narrowed his eyes at her. The raven haired teen went back to the large box next to her. She sat up from the windowsill and pulled out a fat orange and white cat-like alarm clock from the box, turning it in her hands. Her eyes roamed over it as she pondered where she should put the creepy thing.
Movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention and stopped rotating the cat-clock, slowly she turned her eyes to her left. She paused when she saw Uruha standing in the doorway, his relaxed body language told her had been standing there for quite some time. She didn't miss the smug smile appeared on his lips. He moved from the door and strolled across the room, stopping in front of a black vanity. He placed the box on the vanity and turned to her, just as she looked over her shoulder at the light outside.
"I wonder who this pretty pink box belongs to," he teased folding his arms over his blue dress shirt with a wide grin. He seemed desperate to her as she watched his blue eyes motioning to the box with interest.
"They belong to me obviously. I don't recall Kaa-san wearing cheeky panties, do you," she retorted with a mocking smirk and shoved the box away from her as she stood up. One of her hands brushed the ponytail back over her shoulder as she stared at him. She gently walked toward Uruha and grabbed the pink box from the dresser, cradling it against her breasts and arms. She headed over to her bed with her pony tail swaying behind her as she went.
As Uruha smiled to himself, he enjoyed how much this child reminded him so much of Akatsuki. She was his reflection believe it or not. The same almond-shaped eyes, pointed eyebrows, and obtuse mannerisms. He chuckled privately to himself as he walked over to her and rest a hand on one of her shoulders.
"Ah, but papa would like to know what's going on in K-chan's mind. How do you like this place? Come on, let him in your head a little okay?"
"K-chan" felt an uncomfortable sensation crawl up her spine at his touch, causing her to flinch and drop the box down on her bed.
"Understand this you old man, I am no longer a little girl and it's time you started to take notice of that. Aren't you tired of doing that? You know that person you keep picturing me as, we're not the same right? I'm nothing like him, or his family! And stop with the K-chan. It's Kagome! Do you have a Daughter Complex or something?"
Kagome closed her mouth as she stared out of the window at the tree ahead. She pulled her eyebrows together and dropped her face down, allowing her bangs to cover her eyes as she felt the sour sensation of guilt whipping around in her stomach.
"Forgive me, I just don't understand why things happened the way they did. The older I get, I find myself asking my fading memories that have seeped into my dreams, was he ever really real at all? These eyes, this hair, and my face. When I look into the mirror all I see is him smiling back at me, reminding me that I'm forever bound because of this."
She hung her head inwardly berating herself as she slid her hand over her right hip, she could feel the tattoo just under her clothes. Uruha seem to understand as he moved closer behind her with a gentle smile.
"Trust me, he loved you. That tattoo is a symbol of your family's protection and strength, the everlasting unity between you and Akatsuki. Its value means more than you could ever know, Kagome. Tsk, you are too serious for your age dear. What you need is a laugh, here papa will show you how!"
Kagome lifted her head and shot him glanced over her shoulder with eyebrows scrunched together.
"I do not feel much like laughing," she flatly declined with her hands in the shape of an X across her body. Uruha ignored his daughter and tickled her relentlessly. She laughed uncontrollably in his arms, she slammed her left foot on the ground and jerked her right arm forward. With a thrust she sent her elbow behind her right into Uruha's abdomen. She watched as his arms slid away from her shoulders. The blond haired man doubled over in pain holding his stomach.
Uruha looked up at her and cried softly, he stood up pulling her into a hug to which surprised her. She had an abnormal fear/hatred of being touched by people. Be that as it may, she received the hug genuinely and pat her father on the back, until he released her. She watched skeptically as he crouched before her so that his face was level with admired how Uruha's bleach blonde hair was neatly combed back behind his right-ear. The clean-shaven, regal but business-like face he had was admirable. He was taller than most men, but was also warmer than any other man she'd ever met. She didn't know it yet, but he was all that she could have asked for in father.
"Is this how you're going to start expressing your love for papa now, K-chan?"Asked Uruha.
"Love is a weak emotion that tends to override statistical thoughts and tactical strategies, thus I have no use to for it," Kagome answered flatly, moving away from him.
"Oh K-chan. Nobody thinks like that. Displays of love and affection doesn't make a person weak, look at Mama and me! OH! Speaking of that, you're starting high school tomorrow! Oh papa is so excited! Ah, Mama asked me to tell you to um, do something with your hair. N-not that papa thinks there is anything wrong with it! It looks pretty the way it is, you're perfect just the way you are!" Uruha chanted with his fingers inching out toward her.
Kagome, suddenly smacked him in the face with a pillow, gaining the upper hand before he could hug her again. Ugh, she found his baby talk to be insufferable.
"Baka! Of course I am! I am Amai Higurashi Kagome, Japan's strongest woman! Now, please give me a proper amount currency so that I may fulfill mother's wishes."
Uruha was emotionally scarred by her lack of sensitivity, but she ignored him with her hand out. A jealous expression formed on his face as he checked though his pants pockets for his wallet mumbling something about, "She loves money more than papa," but to Kagome it wasn't that way at all. She liked her hair but her mother thought it was too long and might get cause problems for her. Shit! Now she had to think about a haircut that was smart and fashionable, the type her mom spent the entire trip blabbing about. So she said to hell with it! She was keeping her damned hair!
"Papa doesn't have it."
"I noticed, it was not within your back left pocket like it usually is," replied Kagome as she turned her back to him and went over to her bed. She swiftly snatched the armory "Buck Tick" crew sweater off the bed and pulled it over her head. She liked how the article of clothing fit loosely on her body in the mirror. She almost forgot her dad was in the room as he stared at her with a deep frown at the sweater through the mirror.
"Papa thinks he left the wallet downstairs. Kagome, that sweater is a bit-"
He tried to say something, but she dashed out of the room with her white High Tops in one hand and XO beanie in the other. She came downstairs with a smile and glanced at little Sai Sai sleeping in his bed as she looped into the hallway to the right of the stairs. Turning to the right again lead her straight into the living room. She came over to her father's desk and saw a golden box sitting there.
The box was an antique handed down in Uruha's family, a dragon at the top of the box served as the handle. She opened the box and took a sapphire credit card out of a white wallet, then she put the wallet back and closed the box. At the front door she plopped down on her butt, slipped the shoes on her feet and then she began lacing them up. She slipped the card in her striped satchel and jet out the front door.
Poor Uruha could only watch from the window as his daughter left the house with the beanie on her head. He narrowed his eyes and took her unfolded panties from out of the box, he folded them neatly and placed them into the top drawer of the vanity by color order. He had a weird feeling in his gut, one that he couldn't describe but he knew it had something to do with Kagome.
A tear slid down his cheek as images of a little girl who had her hair done up in a single pigtail hugging his legs, with a grimly conflicted expression on her face. It was one of his fondest memories of her, watching her as a child staring at a trail of ants on the ground. Just where had the time gone, he wondered as he thought lastly of Akatsuki in his youth.
Akatsuki, he remembered, used to make the same expression when he was thinking or troubled by something. He closed the drawer and folded the empty box closed and stood up, he made his way over to the window and sat down on the windowsill with his hand over his eyes. He tried not to utter a sound as the tears fell down his cheeks.
Why did it feel so unfair?
End.
Author: ｡(*￣m￣)｡ I wonder what Kagome is planning to do with that money, hopefully nothing too extreme.
Small note: If you've ever moved, you might understand the value of a clean slate. If you were perfect before, you needed to work beyond that now. If you were horrible and didn't care, chances are when you moved that it became a time for you to grow up and make a change to your life. Most of the time, people will continue to make the same mistakes that they did in the beginning. It does take work to make a difference, but sometimes the little things you do can have a massive impact on your life, good or bad.
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