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December, 12, 2006
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA OR YUYUHAKUSHO (but I can still dream)
Why do people look at me like I'm a monster?
They pull their children to the other side of the street when I'm walking down it. All of this started happening the day that I returned to my home town, Kyoshi, after mysteriously disappearing five years ago. The community I grew up in dwindles now, resting on rusty hinges and rotting oak beams, showing the disasters that have occurred in my absence. My family has all but been wiped out by the law of no demons or anything not human will not to be located in the human world. My mother, she died by my own hand for the little freedom that I thought I would receive from the humans, I sat there in my fathers old chair watching her wither in pain on the floor as the poison slowly devoured her body from the inside out but the scariest thing about that day five years ago is that I felt and still feel no guilt about what I did.
A/N:
I'm not that good at writing stories but if you have any Ideas for me, please e-mail me at
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