Hi!! It's me again! =D This is my first Inuyasha fanfic, and I hope you all enjoy it! There were hardly and Kouga stories :O and he is my favorite!! There were lots of KouXKag, but I hate that pairing *Sniffles* Sorry if people who do! That's only my opinion! Well here we go!
Disclaimer: I, and I repeat, I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters, even though I wished I did! D: I only owe many of the characters in this first chapter, and few others in chapters to come, but the main Character I own will be Emma!
Chapter One: I Wish!
The rhythmic beat echoed through the room; 1, 2, 1, 2. Steps, leaps, and moves were continuously made, following each beat of the music that blared from the C.D player. Sweat ran down their foreheads, determination shone in their eyes. Mirrors were stationed around the room, revealing every move that was made to the audience. They could see every muscle in their body flex, bend and extend, every bead of sweat that rolled off their glowing skin. When they leaped they leaped with every muscle and strength in their body, when they moved they moved with grace and power.
Notes gently danced through the air, each note representing a new step everyone must know, must preform. Each instrument could be heard clearly, each string that was strummed, every acro, or pizzicato was different from the high sounding winds. The thunderous roars of the drums beating in the background. The ranging of keys from low to high on a piano dancing within the other notes. Music itself was like a dance, only difference is that it is a dance we hear not see.
Music is noted to come from the soul, dance is to come from emotion. Everyone has a soul, everyone has emotions, so music and dance is in everyone, its just some know how to use it better than others.
"Laura lift your leg higher! Alicia you call that a leap!? Jessica what was that?!" The pitch of the speaker was high and squeaky, as if they had to much helium for breakfast. They had a thin face, with a long pointed nose which she lifted into the air in a snobbish manner. Dark narrowed eyes seemed to star into the souls of each girl in the room, each tired, sweating and sore female.
I was mixed within the cloud of girls ranging from seven to eighteen. I stuck out like a soar thumb in this ballet school. Each girl around me was tall and lean with pointed and graceful looking faces. Most had straight blonde hair with blue or green eyes, others had dark or light brown hair with matching brown eyes. They had long limbs, the better to dance with and to be seen with. They were all beautiful, all of them. They all had the appearance of angels with halo's shining above their heads.
I on the other hand was an average fifteen year old girl who was not skinny but not fat either, I was ranging in the middle. I had dark curly red hair, and matching colored freckles across the bridge of my nose and cheeks. My eyes were the color of everest tree's, that dark forest green. I wasn't pretty like the other girls, and I was usually picked on because of it.
"Emma your not on count!" The woman before us cried, her eyes digging through my body reaching down into my soul, grasping it with the imaginary hand controlled by her eyes. "It's 1, 2, 1, 2 not 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3!"
The girls around my starting to giggle and laugh as I cradled my body with my arms. "Why is she even here? She can't even dance!" My heart quivered in my chest as those words slowly started to pierce through my skin.
I know I wasn't built to be a dancer, my form, my shape could never be considered to be called the body of a dancer. Reality hurt to much and I hate to admit that in reality I wasn't suppose to dance, but I couldn't help it. I loved dancing, I loved the feeling it left me with, as if I was flying.
"Hush, hush girls," our instructor; Madame Eloise clapped her hands, hushing the girls, a small smile on her face. I hated this woman, but she was the best, if anyone could turn me into a dancer it was her, but she like everyone else gave up on me within the first second of meeting me. "Class will be dismissed early, I will see you tomorrow."
Everyone sighed in relief as they gathered their things to head home. I watched them pick up their bags and make their way to the change room to change out of their leotards. Following suit I walks over to my bag and kneeled down pulling out a water bottle. Pulling on the cap I waited for the satisfying pop before lifting the bottle to my mouth and drinking some. Putting the bottle down I used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth, a bad habit I picked up during my time at summer camp, which my mother now forbade me to return to.
I stood up and lifted the duffle bag over my shoulder and made my way towards the change room. I slowly pushed the door opened and looked around, watching each girl slowly fall silent. I shifted my weight nervously from foot to foot, making my way towards the changing stalls. I could hear the whispers makes their way around the room, some about me, my dancing style, my family. I made it into the changing stall and fumbled with the lock, my fingers shaking as tears threatened to spill from my eyes.
Rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands I quickly changed out and made my way out of the change room, yet again all eyes on me. I pushed open the door and the deathly air from within the building was broken, fresh free air surrounding me. I felt relieved and the feeling of suffocation slowly vanished.
I gazed at the cars that were parked on the street, mothers and fathers waiting for their daughters to exit from the building behind me. Scanning each face I realized neither my mother nor father were here, yet again. A low sigh escaped my lips as I began my hour walk home in the chilly evening. Rubbing my arms with my hands I walked down the street, watching the people around me. Some were my age walking with their parents, some elderly couples, and couples who were only a few years older than I. I watched in interest and envy, my parents never took me on walks. I had a hard enough time getting them to pick me up from dance class.
The closer I got to my house, the darker it became, the streets slowly becoming bigger as the people started to vanish from my sight until I was the only one walking. I shivered lightly as I walked, just thinking about how my life changed. As a child my life was a life any child would dream for. My parents loved me and spoiled me beyond belief, they were always proud of me with whatever I did. I never had a care in the world, but since my father lost his job due to bankruptcy my life has been tumbling downwards. My father took up an unhealthy habit of drinking and my mother became a workaholic to provide for us because my dad wouldn't budge from the couch in our living room, a remote glued to one hand and a can of beer in the other.
Slipping my fingers into the pocket of my navy blue jeans and fumbled with the change, looking for my house key. Feeling the cool metallic cut key against my warm fingers I pulled it out. The reflection of the moon reflected off the shiny metal, it was beautiful. Turning my head I gazed up towards the glowing sphere. It was perfect in every way, the silver aura lighting up the dark sky. Stars danced in the sky, twinkling and shining against the black velvet. With one last longing glance I turned back to the wooden door and slipped the key in, turning it clockwise waiting for the last 'click' before I was able to push open the door.
Stepping into the house a cold chill ran down my spine causing my skin crawl. The sound of the fuzzy T.V echoed against the thin walls, complete with my fathers snoring. I tugged on my runners and put them neatly on the shoe rack, making my way towards the kitchen for something to eat. My stomach twisted in disgust, the foul stench of molding and decaying food creeping into my nose. Food was everywhere and dishes that were piled into the sink almost touched the ceiling. The door of the fridge was slightly ajar, blocked by a jig of milk that was tipped over, the white liquid dripping to the floor, splashing against the puddle that was created by unknown substances. Any feeling of hunger I once obtain left in a single fleeting moment, the only feeling now was nausea.
The wooden stairs creaked with every step I took, a sound that was so accustomed to my ears. The hallway rug that stretched from the stairs to the end of the hallway was black from dirt and mold, the beautiful designs gone, and not a speck of white, the color the rug was initially, was seen. The window at the end of the wall was cracked down the middle, and layers of dust and grime covered the once shining glass. I sighed inwardly, once long ago this house was amazing, flourished with decor's taste and admired by all, now it was a disgrace.
Pushing the door to my room open, I stepped in, my room, the only room in the whole house was the only one clean. Not that there was much to clean, a small twin bed to the far corner, across the room, and a small sitting ledge under the window that looked out onto the city. Gently closing the door behind me, I made my way over to the ledge and crawled up, leaning my back against the wall, my knee's pull close to my chest. I looked out, the moon was shining down upon me, the beautiful face shining down to the world.
I hated it here, this world, this lifetime. Everything was going to ruin, my life, this world. I just wished I could be somewhere else, somewhere I can just be me. Me. I haven't been me in such a long time. I sometimes wonder if that seven year old girl who smiled with glee, her eyes dancing with happiness, without a care in the world to worry about, was still inside of me, somewhere. I wanted to go to a world where I would have some meaning, where I could be of help, where I had friends I could rely on, and they could rely on me. I wouldn't some adventure in my life, some reasons to keep living, to keep moving forwards. I just wish, but thats the only thing I could do was wish, because nothing like that could ever happen to a girl like me.