Punch!
By: MangoCandy64
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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha…yet! XD
Warning: Explicit language :D
Chapter 1: Half past Twelve
"Get the fuck out of my way lady!" yelled a fuming amber-eyed boy.
The nurse persisted in blocking the exit of the hospital room while struggling to reason with the injured patient that stood before her.
"Please Mr. Taisho, you are in no condition to be leaving the hospital grounds this soon. Doctor Kwan says your wounds need a full 2 weeks to re…"
"Shutup, will ya!? I just need some fresh air." The boy retorted.
Before the poor nurse knew what hit her, the young boy swiftly pushed her aside and unlocked the latch of the door. He then made his way out of the room and limped through the hospital's main hallway. The pungent smell of sanitizer and dry blood hit his senses immediately as he continued to walk towards his destination; the exit. He grinned in success when he saw the hospital's parking lot just beyond the automatic doors that stood before him, but before he took a step on the black mat sensor that would release him to his freedom, he unhooked his fur-hooded sweater from the hospital's guest coat rack.
As he stepped outside, the evening's luminous moonlight hit him from every direction forcing him to bring his cast bound arm to shield his sensitive eyes.
He took in a deep breath of the summer night breeze and let out a deep sigh that sounded more like a growl.
"Stupid nurse, stupid hospital…keh, what a way to end a summer." He scolded himself.
He continued to limp through the nearly empty parking lot and made his way for the sick children's park located just ahead. When he reached his destination, he stopped in front of the park's fountain and took a peak at his reflection in the still water.
Boy, did they mess him up good this time. As he stared aimlessly at his reflection he saw a bruised and battered sliver-haired boy staring back at him. The left side of his lip swelled and dry blood still remained near his temple. His arm in the tight cast still stung when he tried to rotate it and his left eye felt heavy due to the cut right above it.
It was the sound of a distant moving car that snapped him out of his gaze. He then spat phlegm that was rising in his throat in the fountain which made his reflection ripple with the waves of the fountain water. He then turned around to sit on the hard cold ground. He leaned his sore back against the fountain's edge and began to rummage through the pockets of his sweater with his good arm. He then fished out a half empty pack of smokes and his variety store lighter. He stuck the 'all white' in his mouth and carefully lit it in one shot. He took in a deep long drag. The inhalation of the warm smoke filled his lungs, soothing all the pain he felt in his body for a moment. He then let the smoke seep out of his mouth with a sigh as the smoke drifted into the peaceful night air.
His gaze then focused on the night sky and he began to reminisce on the day's events. He got fucked up again and damn did he feel weaker than an infant. Everyday, day in and day out, someone was always there looking to start trouble with him, but it was his destiny and he knew that. His father was an infamous mob leader and one can only be certain that with an occupation such as the one his father had must come with its bag full of enemies.
So it was only natural that when he passed away seven years ago, he being his only son would be the heir to all of his father's enemies. He hated him for that. No, not the fact that he now inherited his enemies or that he left him to fend for himself but the fact that he died, displaying to the world how weak he was; no, how weak of a father to him he was. He thought of him as a foolish man and the very thought of him made the boy's blood boil immensely. As for all the new found enemies he inherited, it didn't bother him one bit. In fact, he loved the adrenalin rush that came with the 'chase' and fighting off his foes. Before he knew it, he grew hungry for a fight and accepted any challenge that presented its face before him with sheer delight. He grew eager to display his strength to the world through ruthless brawls and meaningless battles.
In just the seventeen short years of his life all these events; the gorgy battles, the death of his father, fending for himself, would all contribute to the darkness that had slowly developed in his soul like a cancerous tumor. Whether he was conscious of it or not, the young boy lived for himself and crushing his foes was the only thing that reminded him of his existence. So one could only imagine how emotionally painful it was for the amber-eyed boy to sit on the cold damp ground with all those injuries. Each scratch, each bruise only told him of how weak he still was and how much more power he still needed; he still craved for. Like his father used to say in the heat of battle, "Losing is not an option" but unlike his father, the boy's purpose was to hold true to that saying.
Inuyasha continued to smoke every last bit of his cigarette. His sliver locks danced in the brisk night's solemn breeze. As he enjoyed the last bit of his cigarette's pleasurable smoke, he threw it on the ground and crushed it with his worn out sneaker as he slowly made his way up to his feet.
He groaned in pain as he began to walk back to the hospital's front entrance. He only made it a few feet away from the fountain when he noticed that a shadow, other than his own, lingered on the rocky pavement of the park. He looked around the rickety old playground anxious that he might be able to redeem himself for his loss in battle and kick the ass of the next idiot who dare cross him now. His attention then focused on the park's swing set where a figure sat in one of the swings in the shadows of the night. With one of his eyes still under the strain of a cut, he took a few steps toward the swing set to make out the mysterious figure.
As the rays of the moon shown through a passing cloud, Inuyasha saw that it was a young blue eyed girl sitting in the swing and starring right back at him. She was just sitting there, with her hands holding the rusty chains of the swing; just staring. She had long ebony silk hair, a fair complexion, and looked no older than himself. But what he noticed before any of that were her eyes. Her deep blue orbs were glossy with what seemed like tears but the expression on her face was apathetic. Even though it looked like their eyes had met, the girl's eyes seemed to look passed his amber orbs.
A few minutes of awkward silence past between the two before the girl broke their intense staring contest and positioned her head to look down at her own two feet. Inuyasha instinctively made a confused but pissed off face and couldn't help but feel annoyed by the odd girl's presence. Just when he thought he would tell off the girl and put her in her place, he heard a gentle voice seep through her lips.
"You should quit."
"Excuse me?" Inuyasha spat back with an irritated voice.
"Smoking. You should quit. It's bad for your lungs." The girl said softly as she still stared down at her feet.
Inuyasha almost threw up a laugh at how much nerve the little bitch had to dare tell him what to do. "Well, I think you should mind your own fuckin' business little girl."
"Try saying that again." She said, now with her eyes piercing back at his.
This time Inuyasha said nothing in return due to the fact that he was pondering on how stupid this wench could possibly be.
She continued.
"If you have a request you wish from someone, try asking them more kindly otherwise you might just end up with nothing."
"Listen, bitch…"
"Look I don't want to waste my time talking to some thug wannabe whose vocabulary only consists of one syllable words. I just thought you should quit, that's all."
With that, the girl hopped off the swing and began to make her way to the hospital entrance. Inuyasha was not only fuming with anger but was absolutely stunned. He was often encouraged by the other party to beat the shit out of them but never was the other party a girl before. The girl only took two steps before she was fiercely grabbed by the arm and whipped around to be standing face to face with the boy she had unknowingly insulted. They were only inches away from each others faces that the young girl could feel the heat given off by the intensity the boy held in his amber eyes. The girl's eyes seemed glossier from when he first laid eyes on them but yet her blue orbs held no sign of fear. Inuyasha continued to look deep into her eyes with massive fury as he made a deep sound with his mouth that had a resemblance to that of a deep growl.
"I don't know what your deal is but I'd watch that pretty little mouth of yours. It might get you into trouble."
"Oh wait, I know this. This is where I say, I think you should mind your own fuckin' business little girl, right?"
Inuyasha tighten his grip on the girl's arm out of rage. The girl winced a bit in pain.
"Keh, so you're a smart ass huh."
"Do you always greet people with such a charismatic personality?" the girl replied sarcastically with a slight grin.
"You just don't know when to shutup do you?"
"That's not it. I just choose not too. Well, it was nice chatting with you but if you don't mind I think I'll be heading back inside. It's half past twelve."
But before Inuyasha could give any sort of rude remark to her comment, the girl swiftly sacked him with her right knee and he instantly fell to the ground. Through his pain filled yelp and several curses to follow, the girl casually made her way to the west wing entrance of the hospital.
"Name's Kagome." She yelled back to his body that lay nearly lifeless on the stone pavement of the park grounds.
Still crumbled in a pile on the tar pavement, Inuyasha shifted his head to stare at the night's sky once more. He watched as a plane cut through the thick clouds that began to cover the moon's ominous glow. When he finally produced enough energy to get up on his own two feet, he noticed that the girl appeared to be no where in sight. He then picked up his sweater that had been sitting near the swing set. His tired amber orbs then stared apathetically at the swing where the girl who had hurt his man hood had just sat on. He took a seat on it and grabbed another smoke from his sweater pocket.
As he struggled to light the smoke with his injured arm he noticed something shiny imbedded in the sand bellow his swing. When he finally got his cigarette lit, he bent forward to pick up what look like a shard of glass. To his surprise he picked up a necklace with a pendent that looked like a shard of a rose coloured jewel. His curious amber eyes carefully examined the necklace thoroughly as he puffed smoke into the midnight air. He then stuffed the necklace into his pocket along with his smokes and lighter.
He then lightly chuckled as he reminisced on the bitch that thought had gotten the best of him. His eyes gleamed with devilish excitement as he put out what was left of his cigarette with his foot. After a few minutes, Inuyasha hopped off the swing and made his way to the hospital's entrance. As he dragged his sore feet against the payment he silently whispered to himself,
"Well then Kagome, let the games begin."
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A/N: Ya I know its short but that's the first chapter. If you guys haven't caught on I'm kinda just making this up as I go so if you need things to be clarified plz call my ppl (meaning mail me if you got question :D)I plan to keep each chapter short & sweet cuz I like getting to the point. Tell me what you think & REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW folks. This is my first so be nice :p
Later Dayz.
