Dominick-chan: So, here we are again. lol Only this time, the fiction isn't Yaoi. Sad, yes. But! I'm sure y'all will love this! XD And if not, oh well!
Summery: First P.O.V. of a young, Higurashi, Kagome, who has just moved to Japan with her father, Naraku. Dealing with a new school, new people, and foreign food isn't easy, and being a hanyo, she doesn't know how others will treat her. On top of everything else, her new house is haunted, and she's the only one who can see them! Eek! Not the lovely life she wanted, but with new friends and a new flame on the side, maybe, just maybe, she'll be able to overcome her obstacles. Read on to find out more!
WARNING: This fiction contains abuse, rape, murder, gruesome acts of violence, and hazy medication use. Read with caution.
CHAPTER I:
Second Chance
I looked down at my scarred wrists as the car bounced along the road to our house. It wasn't exactly ours yet, for we still had to close on the deal. This would be my third move this year. I lived with my mother, Devon, until last year. We lived in California then, and she caught me in my room, razor on the floor, bleeding wrists wrapped in a towel. To my horror, I had forgotten to lovk my door. She cried as she drove me to the hospital where I had to get seven sutures in the two five inch long cuts and three in each smaller one. We moved after that and then I came to live with my father.
My father is a very powerful man. He's about 6'7" with long wavy black hair, that's almost always pulled into a high tail. His eyes are a brilliant ruby and he's a bit tan. Naraku, is what I'd call him when not before him. He works for a very generous law firm, whose name I can never remember, in a small city in Japan called Matsumoto, located in Nagano. I was nervous when Naraku stopped before a small house, that actually looked like a quaint little cottage. I scrambled out of his 2008 Chevy Cobalt and went to my father's side.
A man in a grey business suit bowed to us and we bowed back. "Welcome! As soon as you sign these papers, the house will be yours." Naraku nodded and looked at me. "Kagome, why don't you go pick out your room: I nodded and went to the trunk. Pulling my back pack over my shoulders, I heaved my two suitcases out and dragged them up to the house. "And remember! The doors slide!" Once again, I nodded and removed my shoes before going anywhere inside the house. I slipped on the house slippers we'd left here last time, and lugged my luggage up the stairs. I picked the room in the farthest corner of the house and gratefully sat my stuff on the futon.
Rolling my shoulders, I popped my back and looked around the room. It was bare, with nothing but my futon and dust. I opened the window and took a breath. I could smell the wonderful scent of the clean air and cherry blossoms from the tree a few feet from my window. If I reached out, I could touch the sturdy branch before me. A creak in my floorboards made me turn around swiftly, but nothing was there. I shuddered as a cold breeze raised goosebumps upon my arms. "Did you find a room, Kagome?" Shaking my head, I ran to my door. "Ya, dad! I'm up here!" A flash of white and black caught my peripheral vision, but when I looked, again, there was nothing there. I shook my head again, and looked into Naraku's hardening gaze. "Have you taken your pills today, Kagome?" I nodded. "Yes. I took them this morning before we left."
It was a good thing I was a great liar. He scrutinized my face and nodded once. "Good. I'll have the movers bring your things in here." Before I could say anything more, he was back down the stairs and commanding the movers. I sighed and sunk to the futon. I hated lying to Naraku, only because he could get particularly vicious. I shuddered again and wrapped my arms around myself. A knock on my door caused me to jump and I looked up into the brown eyes of a mover. I was also glad Naraku had forced me to learn Japanese, so I could easily understand what he was saying. I politely told him where my things were to go and watched them with awe.
They sat my cardboard boxes on the floor and left me after I thanked them. Ripping open the tape with a box knife, all my clothes came out first. I hung up my shirts according to colour in the closet and folded my pants. Putting those in my dresser, I also folded and put away my under clothes in a separate draw. My socks, I just dumped into the last draw, not bothering to fold or separate them. Then, I moved to my shoes, which went on a shoe rack under my shirts in the closet. Popping my back again, I ripped open another box and pulled out my T.V., DVD/VCR player, and stereo system. Carefully, I placed my 45" flat screen on the entertainment center across from my futon and quickly hooked it up.
Next came my DVD/VCR and stereo. I plugged the stereo into the T.V. for surround sound and arranged all six speakers around my room. Satisfied, i grabbed a box marked 'Fragile' and opened it. I pulled out my bedside lamp, a few knick-knacks, and a glass carousel, and found homes for them. A few more 'Fragile' marked boxes and then I got to my book boxes. I dragged them to my bookshelves and opened them. Sighing, I wiped the sweat from my brow and started to alphabetize my collection by the first letter of the titles and genre. Carefully, I placed my Stephen King books in their places and smiled when I remembered how Naraku wanted to get rid of them. I had won that argument, of course, and he wasn't very happy about it, but let me keep them anyway.
Another squeak in my floorboards, and I smiled. "I'm almost set up." When I turned to smile at Naraku, there was nothing there. . .again. Ugh! This house was all ready starting to piss me off and bring on my paranoia. Shaking my head again, I turned to resume what I was doing, but there was a problem. A small, pale boy with dark black hair, brown eyes with purple bruise-like rings under them and wearing nothing but a pair of black cargo shorts was staring at me. My eyes widened and I let out a small scream. He disappeared when the thundering steps of Naraku raced to my room. "What happened?!" He stared at my frozen posture and looked wildly around the room.
I swallowed and rolled my shoulders. "Sorry. A book fell on my lap." I saw him raise a brow and stare at me disbelievingly. "Are you sure you took your pills today?" I matched his gaze. "Yes. Why would I lie about that?" Naraku shook his head and sighed. "Are you almost finished?" I nodded. "Ya. I just have to finish putting these away, my DVDs and CDs, and make my bed." He nodded. "Don't forget, your bathroom is through that sliding door." I looked at it and nodded, showing him I knew what he was talking about. "Find me when you're done. We'll go out for dinner, then shopping." He left then, and I stood. Rummaging through a box, I pulled out my Paramore CD and slipped it into my stereo.
It played 'Fences' quietly, and I went back to unpacking books. Once the shelves were full, I moved back to the entertainment center and began organizing my DVD/VHSs by letter and genre. My CDs came next, and they were organized the same way. I yawned and unzipped my suitcases. Putting them on the floor, I began to make the futon. The sheets I had picked out were orange, and the comforter was a deeper shade of the same colour. After pulling all three pillows into matching orange, neon green, and powder blue pillow cases, I slid the shoji to my bathroom back and flicked on the light. I placed my toiletries in the draws and my special shampoo's and razors in the shower. Closing the curtain halfway, a sudden black and white vision entered my mind. The smell of aftershave assaulted my senses and hot steam made my body sweat. It was definately a man in the shower, and he was humming an unfamiliar tune; sounding like a Japanese lullaby.
The vision only gripped me for a few minutes, and left me breathless when it left. I finished closing the curtain and turned to the mirror. I wasn't what you would call pretty, nor beautiful. I was painfully average. My mother was 100% American, while Naraku was 100% Japanese. And I looked nothing like either of them. I have pale skin and dark purple rings under my soft timberwolf grey eyes from the nightmares that plague me. My hair flows in natural soft curls to my hips and is jet black with natural golden highlights from my mother. My outfit, which was a pair of tight fitting black jeans and a black Guns 'n' Roses tank, was rumpled from sleeping in the plane and the car on the way here. Sighing, I smoothed out my clothes and ran a brush through my hair. Grabbing my compact, I smoothed the light ivory colour over my pallid skin and walked out of the bathroom.
Shutting off the light, I slid the door shut and pulled on a pair of socks. Going to my closet, I pulled out my pair of ratty old black high tops. Turning off my stereo and plugging in my disco ball, I turned off my bedroom light, closed the door and ran down the stairs. "I'm ready to go, dad!" As I was taking my slippers off and putting my chucks on, Naraku was by my side, doing the same. "Here. It's going to be cold out." I rolled my eyes, but took my MCR jacket from his hands and slipped it on. When he opened the door, I shivered. It was indeed, cold. Pulling my jacket tighter, I lead the way to the car. Buckling myself in, Naraku locked the front door and we were off.
We parked at a restaurant called 'Banzai Sushi' and got out. The waiter lead us to a booth and handed us menu's. Before he left, he gave me a wink and I had to hide my blush behind the large menu. "Do you know what you want?" When my blush had dissipated, I nodded and folded my menu. Placing it on top of Naraku's, I looked around the place. It was dimly lit and there was a long bar in the center where you could sit and watch the chef prepare your meal. I nodded again. This was a really nice place, this restaurant. I could feel Naraku's eyes on me as I looked around. The waiter came back and took our orders, never looking at me until it was my turn to place what I wanted.
I think he was astounded that I had actually spoke Japanese. I ordered a sushi special and green tea, then tanked him politely as he took away our menus. I sighed and yawned, feeling quite comfortable sitting in the silence of our table and listening to the light chatter around us. Unconsciously, my fingers traced the patterns of the tablecloth and I began humming. Naraku placed his large hand over my petite one to get my attention, and when I looked up, his ruby eyes were large. I stopped humming and stared into his face. "What's wrong?" He blinked. "Where did you hear that song?" I cocked my head to the side. "What are you talking about?"
He hummed a bit of what he'd heard coming from me and I gasped. The memory flashed back to my mind and I gripped the tablecloth hard in my hand. Regaining my composure, I cleared my throat and wiped my face of any emotion. I shrugged and rotated my shoulders. "I must have picked it up from one of the movers. Why?" My gaze was sharp, and he blinked, taking his hand from mine. "No reason." I ground my teeth quietly. I hated it when people kept something from me. Devon did it all the time. Before I could question Naraku further, our drinks were set before us. I muttered a soft "Arigato-gozaimasu.", and lifted the soft china to my lips. Blowing on it, I took a sip and instantly calmed down. The tea did much for my frazzled nerves.
I set the cup down and rolled my shoulders once more; Naraku wincing slightly when one of them popped rather loudly. Our food was sat before us, and I uttered another thank you before breaking my chopsticks and uttering and "Itadakimasu.", along with Naraku. I was surprised at how delicious my sushi and miso soup tasted and even more surprised when I finished it all. Naraku laid a tip on the table and paid the bill while I used the restroom and then we went to the super market. I wheeled the cart while he began to throw things into it. All of this was done in silence and then he turned to me. "Do you want anything?" I thought for a moment and nodded. "I just need something to drink and a few packs of tea." He nodded and took over the cart.
I followed him to the liquid isle and grabbed a cube of Mountain Dew. As my hand reached down to pick it up, I noticed him wince when my sleeve came up, revealing the long jagged scar on my left wrist. Ignoring him, I placed it in the cart and we continued on. I pulled only four flavors of tea: Mint, Jasmine, Chamomile, and Green, from the shelves and we were reaady to go. On our way to the register, I plucked a few boxes of Cherry, Chocolate, and Strawberry Pockey from the shelves and put them into the cart. Naraku eyed them disapprovingly, but said nothing as we loaded it onto the revolving table. The cashier winked at me and I blushed for the second time that night. From my lashes, I got a pretty good look at him. He was your average Japanese teenage boy with long, purposefully messy black hair with purple streaks and red tips and doe brown eyes. He was very cute, to say the least.
Naraku paid the amount and we carried the bags to the trunk. We got back home and Naraku parked in the garaged. He grabbed some of the groceries and propped open the door for me as I grabbed the last of them. I laid them on the island of the kitchen and turned to him. "If you just put them down, I'll put them away." He raised a brow. "You sure, Kagome?" I nodded. "Yup! Just go watch T.V. or something. I'll take care of it." Shrugging, he took off his jacket, draped it across one of the table chairs and went into the living room.
Sighing, I unloaded everything, and began putting it all away. With the last of my tea's put away, I grabbed the three boxes of Pockey and both pairs of my shoes and ran up the stairs to my room. Closing the door with a soft click, I put my shoes back on the rack and put my pockey in the draw of my bedside table. Turning my light on the the disco ball off, I put Paramore back on and started to undress. With my socks and shirt off, I let them fall to the floor and went into the bathroom. Fixing the towels, I started the water and finished stripping down to nothing. Testing the water's temperature with my hand, I turned the knob hotter. With the water hot enough, I climbed in and sighed in bliss as the steam and heat soothed my aching muscles. Grabbing a green bottle, I poured the shampoo contents into my hand and massaged it into my scalp; moaning when I felt it begin to tingle.
I rinsed it our and washed my body with cherry vanilla wash. Sighing, I washed my face and turned the water off. Now that I was finally clean, I hoped I would sleep better. Wrapping a towel round my hair and body, I walked into my room to my dresser. Pulling out a pair of black sweat pants and an oversized tee, I threw them on my futon and dried my body off. Throwing the towel on top of my pajamas, I stood naked in my room and rubbed lotion into my fair skin. I dressed, picked up the towel and went back into the bathroom. Defogging the mirror, I hung the cloth back up and scrubbed my head with the other.
Flipping my hair back, I hung the other towel and ran a pick through my curly locks. A flopping sound to my right made me stop what I was doing and I looked over. One of the towels had fallen off its hook. Clicking my tongue, I put it back quickly and turned back to the mirror. Several things happened at once. I could see the boy's face in the mirror, and his expression was that of rage. It felt like my airway had been closed and I couldn't breathe. I could hear Naraku's footsteps, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the mirror. "Kagome! Open the door!" 'I never locked it!' I wanted to tell him, but nothing came out. Then, Naraku's face was above mine, his eyes widened in fear. He followed my gaze to the mirror, but when he looked, the boy's angry face was gone.
Now that I was out of the child's power, I rolled away from Naraku onto all fours and coughed heavily. The sound resulted in a bark, and I felt his hand pat my back. "Are you all right?" 'No! I'm not all right!' I wanted to scream at him, but I gave a weak nod. "Yes. I'm fine." My arms were shaking. "What happened?" I accepted his help to stand and rolled my shoulders. "I think I slipped on the tile." He shook his head. "I don't believe that." I froze at his words. "Wh-what do you mean?" He sighed and gazed at me, holding my eyes to his. "You lied to me about taking your medication, Kagome. You were hallucinating again." I bit the inside of my cheek and my fists balled to my sides. Why did everyone think I was hallucinating?!
The things I saw, they were never hallucinations. . .Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and calmed myself down. "I did take my pills, dad. I just slipped and knocked the wind out of me. That's all." He still looked unconvinced. "Fine. But I'm having them up your dose." I growled. "That's not fair, dad!" Naraku shrugged. "Life isn't fair." That was the last straw for me. I broke the calm resolve I had been working on the entire time. "That's total bullshit and you know it! Just because I slipped, you want to up my dose?!" Naraku's gaze pierced me. "I know you didn't "slip" on the floor in there! Why won't you take them?!" I didn't answer him. "Huh?! Why don't you take them?!" Tears were falling at a rapid pace down my cheeks, causing my irises to become a slate colour. My lips were trembling so much, I was afraid that if I spoke, I would only sob.
My body shook as I held in my cries of frustration and Naraku sighed. He took my face in his hands and wiped my tears away. Kissing my temple, he pulled me to his chest and held me. "I'm sorry, Kagome. I just - I hate it when you lie to me." My arms wrapped around his middle and I buried my face deeper into his chest, breathing in his scent. He smelled of Old Spice and I felt it calm me. I had always loved that smell. When my crying became hiccups, he pushed me away gently and smiled softly. Kissing me on the temple again, he breathed deeply. "Please, just take them, okay? I know they work when you do." I shook my head and sighed. "I'll try." Hugging me once more, we bid each other goodnight and he left.
Growling, I thumbed through my DVDs, looking for something to watch. Finally, I settled for watching 'Reefer Madness', popped it in, and ran downstairs. I made myself a cup of mint tea and poured in a small amount of vodka. Mixing it with a spoon, I threw the bag away and carefully ran up the stairs. Quietly closing my door, I settled into bed and started the movie. It all had the effect I was looking for: to forget what happened, and calm down. Once my tea was empty, I felt warm and content and sat the cup on the bedside table and laughed at a part in the movie. I felt my eyelids begin to droop and I was soon asleep against my brightly coloured pillows.
I was running through corridors upon corridors of doors. I'd open one, then shut it because it wasn't what I was looking for. Finally, I'd found the right door! Opening it, I walked into my house. Looking around, all was still; no clocks ticked, no noise came from anywhere. A scream pierced through me, and I ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. I rushed to the last room, my room, and forced the door open. I fell to the floor, screaming sobs ripping from my throat when I found the boy I'd been seeing, laying mangled and bloody upon my floor. I crawled towards him and cradled his body to my chest. Carefully, I laid him back on the floor and kissed his brow. "I'll be back, Sai." My gaze hardened as I stood and stumbled to the connected bathroom.
Sliding open the shoji, I could feel the heat and steam from the shower. It made me sweat. I could hear the humming from my earlier vision, and my hand reached to the shower curtain. Slowly, I pulled it back, revealing the man that had dome this to Sai, my Sai. He was tall and muscled, and stared at me with wild, crazy eyes. He lunged and brought me into the shower with him. "Taro! Stop!" I pleaded to him in Japanese, but I was quickly quieted with a rough punch to the face. He said something to me, but I couldn't hear him over our struggling and loud water taps. Taro pulled off my clothes, throwing them to the now soaked tile floor. I cried out as his nails cut into my exposed breasts and stomach; screaming when his teeth broke through the flesh of my shoulder.
He kissed me harshly and plunged into my core, making me scream in pain once more. The shower water had become cold as he raped me on the floor of the tub. He pushed hard into me one last time, finally releasing and I cried out as he extracted himself. With my eyes opened only halfway, I caught a glimpse of something shiny and silver. Caressing my face, he yanked my black hair back and quickly slit my throat. Blood flooded my mouth and fell to the bottom of the tub. I was choking on the thick liquid as I tried to speak. My vision became tunnels and I could only see his smiling, psychotic face. With the last of my strength, I raised my arm and caught him across the face with my nails. He growled and knocked me across the skull with his elbow. "Sayonara, anata. . ."
"No!!!" I was glad my screaming had been muffled by the pillows. When I was calm enough, I looked around the room. The movie was still going, and as for everything else, all was still, except for the gentle breathing of Naraku. Groaning, I crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom. Cautiously, I flipped the light on and stepped in. I checked the mirror and sighed in relief when it was only my reflection. Sliding the door shut, I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. Dousing my face with cold water, I wiped off the liquid with one of my towels. This was stupid! It was only a dream! But I knew better. I knew that they were the last memories of Sai's mother. I shuddered, then winced in pain as the material of my shirt rubbed against my bare flesh.
Lifting my shirt up, I growled. "This isn't fair, y'know! Whatever you feel, I feel, too!" My voice was low and soft, so as not to wake Naraku. I sighed when I received no reply, and went back to my room. I looked at the clock and cursed. It was only 5:53 in the morning. Shaking my head, because there was no hope of restoring my sleep, I turned the light on. Going through my closet and draws, I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, a red peasant top, a black bra, and a pair of black ankle socks. I dressed quietly and stretched; rolling my shoulders and popping my joints. Sighing, I went back into the bathroom. Pulling a brush through my tangled hair, I separated my side sweep bangs from the rest of my hair, and pulled my long, heavy tresses into a large braid.
Tying the end with a black elastic, I threw it over my shoulder and started on my makeup. I grabbed my makeup bag and pulled out my compact. Smoothing the light ivory colour over my skin, I concealed the black/purple bruise from the elbow in my dream on my temple, and ringed my eyelids in thin black liner. Throwing that back into my bag, I grabbed my mascara and applied it to my lashes. Sighing, I brushed my teeth and ran quietly down the stairs after picking up my dirty clothes from the night before. Going to the fridge, I grabbed eggs, peppers, cheese, ham and sausage from its confines and set them on the island. Taking bread from the cupboard, powdered sugar from the pantry, pans and mixing bowls from beneath the island, and a couple of potatoes from the garage, I began to make breakfast.
I could hear Naraku coming down the stairs, just as I was putting his plate on the table. We smiled to one another and he sat down. I poured him some coffee and set the pot on the table. I sat across from him and began to devour my breakfast. "This is really good, Kags!" I blushed lightly and looked down at my plate. "Thanks. . ." I could feel his gaze still on me, and I became self-conscious. "What?" He shrugged. "Nothing. I'm just wondering why you're awake at this hour. Don't teenagers sleep in?" I winced when the memory of last night's nightmare dredged up in my mind and sighed. "Most teens do, dad. But, I'm not like most teens, remember?" His red eyes softened and he nodded; his voice soft as he spoke. "I know. . .Did you have another nightmare?"
I looked into his eyes, and was about to deny it, but something made me stop and nod. "Yeah. . ." I shivered and rubbed my arms with my hands. He gave me a sympathetic smile and finished his breakfast. I too, finished and we put our plates in the sink. "So, I was thinking that I could show you the school you'll be going to." He looked down at me and I smiled. "Sure! Sounds like fun!" Anything to leave the house. I went to grab my jacket, but was stopped by his hand on my shoulder. "Forgetting something?" I turned to him, my brows drawn in confusion. "No. . .I was going to grab my jacket. . ." He closed his eyes and sighed. Reaching behind himself, he placed all three pill bottles in my hand. I grit my teeth and placed the bottles on the counter.
Going to the fridge, I pulled out a drink and opened it. I opened the bottles and tapped one of each capsule into my palm. As I was putting the lids back on, his hand reached out and twisted them for me. "The sooner you do this, the sooner we can leave." I growled. "Do you have to stand there and watch?! I can't take them when someone's watching me!" He raised his hands up in a defensive position before his chest. "Okay! Okay! Calm down, Kagome." I growled again. "Don't tell me to be calm!" He raised his brow and I lowered my head. "I'm sorry. . ." Naraku sighed and placed his hand on my head. "Apology accepted." He left the room then, and I took a drink of my soda. Making sure he wasn't watching, I had shoved them into my pocket and chugged the drink. "Okay dad! I'm ready!"
He was by my side, then. "Just a minute! Open." I opened my mouth, proving to him I'd "swallowed" my forced medication. Nodding, he smiled and I ran upstairs to grab my black chucks. Turning, I found the small boy from my nightmares, sitting cross legged in the middle of my unmade bed. "Sai. . ." My voice was a breathy sigh and he stared at me incredulously. "Kags! Let's go!" I rolled my eyes. "Coming!" When I looked back, he was gone. Sighing, I flew down the stairs, slipped off my house slippers and hastily tied my shoes. Grabbing my jacket from Naraku, we headed to the car and began the drive. The smooth motion of the ride made me want to close my eyes, but I resisted and tried to memorize the way. It was a futile attempt and my eyes drifted closed on their own. . .for about a second.
It seemed as though my eyes had only just closed, when Naraku was shaking me gently. I yawned and stepped out of the car, stumbling a bit, but steadying myself with our vehicle. I cleared my throat and followed him into the school. I was astonished by the size and we were shortly greeted by the principle. "Ohayoo-gozaimas! I am the principle, Ushida, Yuui. It's good to see you again, Higurashi-san!" Naraku bowed and smiled. "Hai. This is my daughter, Higurashi, Kagome." I bowed respectfully to the man. "Nice to meet you." He seemed surprised that we were related and I gave a grim smile. "I know. . .We look nothing alike." Ushida-sama had closed his mouth and cleared his throat. "Ah! Devon-san! Yes, you don't look like her, either. I quite agree. Shall we begin?" I raised a brow, but followed them anyway.
About halfway through, I stifled a yawn and stretched my arms over my head. A movement caught my eye and I walked to the window. A boy, well, two boys, each with the same silver coloured hair, were playing on teams and kicking a soccer ball along the dirt field. I hadn't realized that Ushida-sama had come to stand next to me. . .inside my personal bubble. . .I inched away until I felt better and looked down again. "Who are they?" The man chuckled. "That, is Taisho, Sesshoumaru and Inuyasha. Looks like Inuyasha has challenged him again." Shaking his head, he looked down at me. "Taisho-kun is our star athlete here." "And Inuyasha?" I pressed him. It was rude to say something about one and not the other. Ushida-sama pursed his lips. "Inuyasha is our. . .troublemaker. . ." His face cleared. "Their father works here, too. He's the History teacher." I nodded and the tour continued. I was shown my locker and the combination, and we made our way back to the front office. I was handed the uniform and my schedule, and we left. I would start tomorrow. . .
I hung the uniform up in the backseat of the car, frowning distastefully at it. Naraku laughed. "Oh, it won't be so bad, Kags!" I still frowned. "I think it's stupid to have uniforms! Why buy clothes at all?" He chuckled again and pat my leg. "Relax Kagome! It won't be so bad." I turned to him. "That reminds me! How does
Ushida-sama know mom?" He smiled. "That's where Devon and I met. Didn't she ever tell you that?" I shook my head and got comfortable in my seat, waiting for him to launch into his story. "Well, I was the captain of the baseball team and Devon was, well, Devon. She was the cute American exchange student and hung out with everyone." I nodded. That was mom, all right. "I always tried to impress her, but nothing seemed to work. . .Then one day, while I was walking home, she was almost hit by a semi. I saved her and we'd been going steady for awhile." I smiled. It was not unknown to me that I was born to a human and a spider demon.
That DNA lay semi-dormant in my veins and for that, I was grateful. I didn't need anything else to worry about on top of what I could already do. Naraku pulled into a Wacdnld's and we went inside. I got our seats, while he ordered for us. I was looking around, but stopped when a child's eyes fell upon me. There were a deep forest green and his hair was a red/orange colour; a matching tail between his feet. I felt a lump form in my throat as I realized he was lost. "Okaa-san?
Otou-san?" I couldn't let my tears fall. "Okaa-san?" I tore my eyes from him and lay my head on the cold table. "Otou-san?!" His voice sounded so broken and hurt. I covered my ears and squeezed my eyes shut. "Have you seen my mommy? I've lost her!" I could picture him, lost and lonely, going to different people, asking and not getting any answers.
I clasped my hands harder over my ears. I didn't want to hear him; didn't want to see him. "Excuse me, but have you seen my parents? They were here a minute ago, but now they're gone! Have you seen them?" I choked back my tears and pulled my shaking hand from my pocket. I shoved all three pills into my mouth and swallowed them. I felt so bad about the child, my resolve broke and I gave in. I shuddered as they slid down my esophagus and gratefully took a long drink of Coke before it hit the table. "Thank you." I leaned back and closed my eyes against the seat, feeling when the medication had kicked in. When I blinked, the tears fell upon my cheeks. "Are you all right, Kags?" Everything became slow motion and it felt as though cotton was plugging my ears. "Ya. I'm going to the bathroom. Something in my eye." I stood and made my way to the lavatory.
It felt as though I was moving at a sluggish speed, but I finally mad it and slipped into the stall. I blinked a few times and blew my nose. I came out and stared into the reflection that looked nothing like me. This Kagome was subdued. . .calm. . .my lips gave the tiniest of twitches and I washed my hands. On my way back, I froze. A man with long silver hair pulled into a high tail was standing at our table. A single stripe of jagged indigo played across each of his cheeks and his eyes were a topaz gold. Shaking my head, I continued over to them. "Ah! Speak of the devil. Kagome, this is Taisho, Touga, the History teacher at your school." I bowed. "Nice to meet you, Taisho-sama." He gave a booming laugh. "No need to be so formal, Kagome-san! Call me Touga."
I straightened and gave him a smile that never reached my eyes. "Nice to meet you, Touga." I sat next to Naraku as he occupied the bench across from us. I gave a dry laugh. "We ordered the same thing." 'No! No! No! No! Stop being a zombie! Stop!' My brain fought against my drug-induced body. Touga laughed. "So we did. So we did." I rolled my shoulders and stared docily at my fingers as they moved. "Kags, are you okay?" Inside my head, I growled. 'STOP ASKING ME THAT!' I raged against my mind, slamming against the reinforced walls. I felt something warm trickle from my nose and eyes, rolled up my sleeve and wiped my arm across my face. Taking my arm away, I found makeup and blood. "Kagome?"
I looked up at them slightly. "Excuse me. . ." My voice was flat and the blood dripped from my chin. I hurried back to the bathroom and grabbed some toilet paper. Calmly, I waited for the bleeding to stop. Looking into my eyes, I could see myself, the real me, fighting to overthrow the effect of my pills. When I finally staunched the blood, I cleaned away all traces of the thick liquid, washed my hands and arm, and returned to the table. "Sorry about that. Just a little nose bleed." They nodded and accepted me back at the table. As I reached for my now cold fries, I felt a gaze on my arm and I too, looked at it. I hadn't missed any blood, so what was he staring at? It dawned on me then. Touga was staring at my scars! Quickly, I pulled my arm back and my sleeve down, elbowing Naraku in the process. He looked down at me. "Sorry. Cold." Giving me a skeptical look, he continued his conversation with Touga.
I grabbed my Coke and sipped on it slowly. "- Right, Kagome?" I turned my attention to my father and raised a brow. "What? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." Naraku stared at me. "I was just telling Touga-san how much you're looking forward to tomorrow." "Oh. . ." I rolled my shoulders as a cold breeze passed through me. "Ya. I'm totally thrilled to be going." He gave his booming laugh. "I can see that!" Once again, I gave him a smile that never reached my eyes. He gave a minute frown, but his smile was back quickly. "So, Kagome-san, tell me your favorite subjects." I swallowed the Coke in my mouth and cleared my throat. "Well, I like English and Science. History and Art are actually my best, while I'm pretty suckish at Math and Gym. Back in America, down in California, gym was only required for two years." He nodded appreciatively and chuckled.
"Don't let my sons bother you about it, okay?" I gave him a half-assed two fingered salute. "Will do, captain!" Standing, we dumped our treys and parted ways. I was quiet on the drive home and ran up to my room quickly, putting my uniform in the closet and running back down to the kitchen to clean up breakfast and start dinner. Getting a pound of hamburger out, I placed it in the microwave to defrost while I got the ingredients ready and preset the timer. As I was pounding the hamburger down, Naraku came into the kitchen, carrying something behind his back. "What are you making?" I gave a docile smile. "Meatloaf with mashed potatoes and corn." He smiled. "So, I have something for you." I looked up at him. "Oh yeah?" He nodded and sat the package on the island. "Yeah."
Washing my hands, I dried them off and opened it. Inside, was a brandnew orange Dell desktop notebook complete with a matching carrier case and a new LG ENV 2 phone. I hugged him in happiness. "Wow! Thanks dad!" He hugged me back and kissed the top of my head. "You're welcome." We broke apart and I continued making dinner. After Naraku praised my cooking skills, I'd cleaned the kitchen twice, then ran up to my room. After making my bed and dressing in a pair of black sweatpants and red ribbed tank, I logged onto the laptop and started to personalize everything. I changed the stupid blue background to a better picture of a spilt with Devil May Cry 4 and Final Fantasy VII and gathered pictures from the internet of sexy Anime girls and boys, Gackt, Tokio Hotel, Muse, and other bands. Personalizing my phone, I finally went to bed around 3:30 a.m., this time, not plagued by monsters and dead bodies.
Well? What do y'all think?? This is the first fic I've written in a long time that isn't Yaoi. XD Please tell me how you like it, love it, or just plain hated it.
Thanks!
