I just had to do an Inuyasha fanfiction. I personally don't like Inuyasha. He's brash, a two-timer and an idiot. I mean, he did make a promise to protect Kagome, but he just ran at the moment he see/smells Kikyo
And seriously, she's just all ashes and bones. What does Inuyasha possibly want a corpse? Is he secretly a necrophile?
Chapter 1: Dying
Me, being the typical 28-year old single woman who doesn't have anything interesting to say...Except maybe from that time when I often had fights with males in my school years. I had to teach idiotic high-schoolers with lots of hormones in them. You wouldn't believe how many of them hit on me.
I take joy in my 18 cats. Perhaps I might have more because of the litters they might get and I take strays in. I absolutely loath dogs.
I glared at the offending hand who tried to swung his grimy hands on my shoulder and flipped him over with the Judo flip.
"Detention" I simply said before purposely stepping on his hand with my low but sharp heels, ignoring his pain of cries. You would have thought with my reputation as the 'cold-hearted bitch', named dearly by the majority of the females. The teachers didn't care as they hate this school but it has a good pay. Teaching History with the most summarized lectures to people with the I.Q of possible nada. The school bell rung finally and almost everyone rushed out. My favorite people were the quiet people who preferred to stay at the back. Most of their response were that so the people who barely has an I.Q would at least learn, as quoted by the majority of them except for the cute and squeaky ones.
I went towards my car. I didn't see that fucking car that the students have owned run over me. It was fast and extremely painful with the weight of the fucking car and it can fit at least 8 people if they squeezed. And seriously, it was obviously full. I wish that they had died instead. The lesser morons, the better the world becomes.
I blinked….Wait, I wasn't supposed to blink! Everything was blurry. I opened and closed my fist and heard some sound. I wasn't sure if that it was cooing or whatever. So I endured it. I have been fed something warm and I felt like a baby that I'm not….or am I? Shit. Now who will take care of my babies? Well, probably my parents and grandparents who are fond of animals and have exotic animals themselves like hedgehogs, moths, a slow loris, toads etc.
I have counted the days as I could at least know the differences between light and dark, for morning and night. I could at least hear. I have been feeling warm touch to my skin each time and the warmth of the sun on my skin often. For 91 days, I could begin to finally see. I blinked as I looked at the gigantic woman form who was smiling kindly at me.
She was cooing in a foreign language which I recognize as Japanese. At least I can understand the basic. Often trying to point at things, which I will need to remember since I am staying in this new life. She seems to young and a lot of people seems to look at her sympathetically. I glared at them, making them look away. We came into what seems to be a lake full of water lilies
"Mama. Kotoko" She said. It looks like instead of trying to get me speak, she wants me to remember her. She pointed at the water lillies then at me
"Suiren" She said. I nodded and she smiled softly at me. Welp, that's the first time someone ever smiled softly at me. My Ma and Pa are the people whose definition is a tough love so it might be an interesting experience. I belatedly noticed that most of them were wearing yukatas and huts as houses. Was I born in the wrong period of time?
END!
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