Hey, it's BlackFoxGun here with now another story! I've been working on this for the past couple years, and finally decided to start putting it out for all of you to read! So here you go, and I hope that you all enjoy it!

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My story begins when I was eleven years old...

"Rin! Can you come help me carry some of these boxes in the basement?" My feet thundered down the wooden steps from upstairs, jumping the last three steps and landing with a loud smack on the recently polished floor.

I yelled,"Coming Mom!" then turned right and slowed a little, further opening the basement door, and hopping down the cement stairs, descending into the cooler air. The one earbud not in my ear swung wildly until I steadied it with one hand, my iPod stuffed into my back pocket.

My mother looked up at my footsteps and quickly pointed to several brightly colored boxes with a smile and resumed to stuffing a stubborn pillow back into its case. I reached for the one on top, a vivid magenta, the least bright of the three.

I hoisted it up and carried it to the main floor. They weren't that heavy, only about thirty to forty pounds each, so I was able to get them all up there pretty fast. Father was having his break from cleaning, so he was munching on one of those huge tubs of Red Vines while watching me.

When I had finished, he quietly murmured to himself "I knew she was supposed to have been born a boy, just look at that strength! It would have been much better for me too, it would make everything easier…" he wandered off, still muttering whatever he hadn't said yet about her being born a girl that day while waving a half eaten vine. I always heard him, but he didn't know that, and I pretended I hadn't.

Always doing as he said in hopes of gaining his much wanted approval, but it never happened, and I finally knew why. Because I was a girl, a female, a person unable of carrying on the family name. Mother always told me that he always had a hard time expressing affection, even to her sometimes.

I never really believed that after the age of five, when I had come to understand many things more thoroughly by making daily visits to the public library and chatting with my friends at archery practice, well, more like listening in on the older kids talking, because I didn't have any friends there.

They always acted nice to me when I was around, and they babied me, because I was a little kid. But when they thought I wasn't around, then they talked seriously, laughing and joking and loudly whispering about inappropriate things.

Right now was cleaning week, every spring, we cleaned the entire house for a week, and on the last day when we finish, we all go out to eat at a fancy restaurant. After we finished cleaning the dusty basement, then we would be done.

I started my last task, which was to take everything out of the neon boxes I brought up and decide if we need them or not, and if we did, then I would put them back in the box after dusting/wiping them off, if not, then I recycled them or threw them away.

By the time I was done, I had a dirty rag and cold hands from holding the wet rag. I put the rag in the laundry bin and went to wash my hands with hot water. I walked into the kitchen and rinsed my small hands in the stainless steel sink, washing my hands with my favorite soap, the watermelon scented one.

"Rin!" My fathers gruff voice called. "What!" I yelled back. "Its time to go out for dinner sweetie!" My mom replied from the front hall. I quickly wiped my hands on my purple jeans and ran to the front hall, snagging my sneakers from by the fish tank and stuffing my feet in them, then retying the black laces that contrasted well with the sparkly light blue and slightly dirty white.

I jogged over to mom and took the gray jacket that she handed to me, the one with the fur around the edges of the hood and nothing else on it. We all went outside to the car, dad in the lead and me taking up the rear, after we all were in and buckled securely, then dad took off and we reached my favorite chinese restaurant The New Garden within minutes.

I swung out excitedly using the handle above the door on the inside and skipped happily over to the entrance, where I help the heavy door open for my parents, who walked up to the front desk. Then mom said, "Table for three please."

A waitress led us through a short hallway to a room filled with tables. Then she sat us down at a table right next to the window, which happened to be my favorite spot, because in a small secluded area behind the restaurant, there was a small waterfall, with a cherry blossom tree and some other flower trees that I didn't know the names of, and a small pond as well.

I already knew what I wanted from the menu, "Mom, can I have pork fried rice and egg rolls?" She looked up from her menu and nodded,

"Sure honey, whatever you want, and you can have a root beer too if you want." I smiled and nodded vigorously, my jet black hair bouncing up and down with each nod over my yellow t-shirt, and my signature small pig tail sticking out of the left side of my head, near the top.

The waitress came to take our order, so I said mine before mom and dads, because I was ready first."Egg rolls, pork fried rice and a root beer please." The blonde haired waitress smiled and jotted that down on her pad. "I'll have the squid soup and water."

My dad said, handing the woman our menus, mom then ordered pot stickers and sweet and sour chicken with a coke. The lady wrote all our orders on her very white pad and then departed for the kitchen, telling us that our food would be with us shortly.

While we waited, my parents talked among themselves and I thought about what my life would be like if I had been born a boy, then when I got really old, I would have this long scraggly beard and a walking cane to whack people with. I giggled, covering my mouth so as to not disturb the other customers, then continuing to think of all the funny things that could happen if I was born male until my food came.

I opened my chopsticks and gobbled up my egg rolls first, then the rice, drinking the root beer in-between every couple of bites. When I had finally finished, I had only to wait a couple minutes before mother and father finished their meal, then they thanked the owners, who we knew very well because we came here often, and left the building.

We drove home in silence, except for mother commenting on how cold it had gotten outside when she opened the window. When we pulled into the driveway, there was a stack of tires blocking our way. Dad cursed quietly and got out of the car, mom also got out to help him move the tires.

Then suddenly, a man appeared with a gun, yelling something that I couldn't decipher, and he shot dad, who had charged him, and then mom, who was trying to run.

Then he ran from one to the other, taking all the valuables and their wallets off of them, then fleeing from the scene of the crime as quickly as he had come. I just sat there, so shocked that I hadn't even realized that tears were coursing down my cheeks and running down my neck and chest.

"Get up." I whispered. "You weren't supposed to die yet, both of you were supposed to live until you got very old, and only then were you supposed to die!"

My whispering became hoarse, and my voice dwindled down. I waited a minute, silently staring at their bodies, before I slowly opened the car door, half expecting the man who murdered my parents to come back and do the same to me, and then rid me of my valuables as well.

Then I hesitantly put my feet on the cement of my driveway, feeling as though if I made a sound, the man would be there, holding the gun to the back of my head, and pulling the trigger.

I let go of the door handle and ran to my mom, suddenly not caring about the man anymore, then crouching down and cradling her head in my lap, my tears falling on her face.

I wished that my tears would be like in one of the fairy tales mom had watched with me before bed, like how Rapunzel healed Eugean with her hair when he cut his hand on a rock. I decided to try singing that song that the lost princess in Tangled had sung, I was that desperate.

So I sang quietly, sobbing at the same time, and covering my mother's face with tears. "Flower gleam and glow… let your power shine… make the clock reverse… bring back what once was mine… heal what has been hurt… change the fate's design… save what has been lost… bring back what once was mine… what once was mine."

No miracle happened, no glowing hair or tears, no mom there to hug me, telling me that it would be all right now. I clutched her face to my chest, rocking, and trying to choke back the flood of tears that was overwhelming me, until I finally got a hold of myself and stopped crying.

Then I took off my jacket and put it under her head for a pillow, so at least she would be comfortable on her way to heaven, to her judgment. Then I slowly walked over to my father, who's blood was pooling around him and oozing down the driveway.

I walked over the little rivulets of shining red up to his dead body, then kneeling down and cupping his cooling cheek in my already bloodied hand. "For you father," I whispered. "I will become what you have always wished me to be, a son.

Because then I can at least do something other than mourning, and I can try to live up to your expectations of me, and then I can finally make you smile. Ok, father?" I smiled shakily and stood up, my hand slowly leaving his face, then I went inside the foreboding house, no emotion on my face, using the key under the potted plant to get in.

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I do not own Inuyasha or Tangled, but I sure as hell own everything else in the story, because it's MINE and it's totally AWESOME! Thanks for reading, and as always, if there are any errors in grammar, spelling, or anything else that is troublesome, then please let me know how I'm doing!

Until next time,

BlackFoxGun