Life in the streets
A small boy sitting on a trash can watched as a group of larger kids fought over a moldy slice of bread. The one who actually found it was quickly beaten up by the larger kids. This was civilization at it's worst. This was life in Rotterdam. In the crowded city there were hundreds, no thousands of starving children. If a parent disagreed with their child, the child was thrown out into the streets without a second thought. No one wanted to help them, the adults considered them to be dangerous and for that reason drove everywhere to avoid mobs.
Now he watched a pair of girls scavenging an alley. One of them it seemed, had found three raisins. She gave one to the other who promptly stole the other two. They got into a fight and the girl who had stolen the raisins emerged victor. She popped the raisin into her mouth while the other girl inspected her wounds.
The boy jumped off the trash can, his long white hair falling neatly into place. He didn't bother looking for something to eat, merely crawling under a tattered tarp between two boxes where he slept. Any food he managed to get would be snatched away from him before he would be able to eat it, so there was no point. Anyway, he had stopped caring about what happened to his body. He stopped caring a long time ago. He merely watched how things worked on the streets while his body ate itself up. He figured that heaven had to be better than this and if he went to hell, will did it wouldn't really matter would it? It couldn't be much worse than this.
The next morning while roaming the streets he found it. A peanut not already found by the older kids. He quickly ate it but it hurt to chew. The older kids saw that he had something to eat and came his way. When he saw this he quickly swallowed it.
"Hey punk" the biggest of them said, lifting him easily by the front of his shirt. "What'cha eating?" He didn't say anything. "I'm talking to you squirt!" "What's your name." He shrugged "Don't have a name do ya?" "Well you're a dirty half-breed mutt so we'll call you Inuyasha!"He threw him roughly into a wall. The newly named Inuyasha stood up feeling slightly dizzy. Later that day his stomach started to hurt really bad. That was the problem, when he did eat something he often vomited it back up. That peanut was more than he usually got in a week, his stomach just wasn't used to it.
He continued to hunt for food the rest of the day as though it really mattered and managed to get some good drinking water out of a gutter. It had a bit of moss but it was still a lot cleaner than the water he usually drank out of the puddles.
When he went back to his sleeping spot he received a big shock. There was a small girl already in there! "What's you're name?" He asked.
She looked at him fearfully before replying "Kagome."
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