NEW STORY
Name of Story: Misa
Summary: Misa is an average human that wants nothing more to be a demon. She's tired of slaving away her days in the fields and her parents are pressuring her to marry a farm boy. But that all changes when she meets the cold dog demon Sesshomaru.
Author's Note: I know what you're going to say so don't bother! Yes, I have other stories to work on. When It Was Me doesn't have that many chapters left so don't worry. This story is set before InuTaishio died and before Inuyasha was born. Hope you enjoy. R&R.
Name of Chapter: Escape
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I grunted, pulling at the soil with my calloused hands. I was tired and hot. The sun bore down on my back. I hated it. I hate working all day in the hot blistering sun. I hate working in the fields, also. Pulling at weeds and planting seeds so much my hands ached by midday.
I stood up and walked to the stream and stepped in it. The cold water feeling good on my bare dirty feet. I cupped some water in my hands and brought it to my lips, drinking in the cool fresh water.
My name is Misa. I'm like any other 15 year old. I live in a simple village with fields to attend to. My parents are pressuring me to marry some boy I don't want to marry. Hell, I didn't even want to get married. Well, I do. But when I do get married, I want it to be for love. Not because my parents are forcing me to.
I told my parents that but they just yelled at me. They told me that girls younger than I was were all ready married and had children. Therefore, I should get married. And love was pointless. Let's just say that was the end of the conversation.
But not to me. Every time I saw the boy I was going to marry, I made fun of him. Saying he smelled like day old fish and looked like one too. And I would have to be stupid and blind to marry him.
He stood there, trying not to cry. I just laughed, knowing when he went, he was going to cry and tell his parents whom would tell mine.
When his parents did tell mine, they beat me. Saying I shouldn't say such things to my future husband. I laughed again. He wasn't going to be my husband even in a million years.
You see, every time I said something insulting or disrespectful, I got beat. And I have a lot of bruises and scars. I hate being told what to do. It makes me feel that I'm not in control. I hate being controlled. So, I don't listen.
I sat down on the bank of the stream and looked at my reflection. My face was dirty and covered in sweat. My hazel eyes filled with wonder. My long brown hair flew in the wind. I looked beautiful compared to the other girls in my village whom all had flat noses and straight pitch black hair and freckles covering their faces.
I splashed water on my face, washing away all the dirt and sweat. I felt a bit better.
I wasn't bragging or anything. I'm just stating the truth to anyone whom disagrees with me.
I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't hear my father come up behind me until I felt his hand across my head in a slap. I glared at him.
"Get back to work, Misa." He said, picking me up by the collar of my ratty kimono and dropping me on the fields. I stood up and looked him straight in the eye. My father was a large built man from working in the fields since he was a boy. He had short messy black hair and mean black eyes. He had on a stripped gray kimono and trousers and simple pair of wooden sandals.
"Make me," I taunted, which usually wasn't a good thing. I knew what was coming and then I felt it. My father slapping me across the face. It stung. I stood my ground, not showing any pain. I also got beat for not doing what I was told.
My father slapped me again then walked away.
"Get back to work, you lazy cow." He yelled over his shoulder.
Once he was gone from sight, I dropped to my knees and held my stinging cheek that I know would bruise.
Tears were on the brim of my eyes.
I hate being human. I hate crying so easily. I hate being melancholy. I hate how no one cares about me. I hate how people are always trying to control my every whim and deciding how I should live. I hate being human and being so weak and vulnerable.
I want to be a demon.
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It was near sunset when I started my slow walk home. I was beyond tired, sore, and hungry. My back and hands the worst because I was hunched over all day, picking at the weeds.
I sighed tiredly. My energy was drained. All I wanted was a hot bowl of soup and sleep.
I walked by the hut my father was building for me and my future husband and grimaced. Once it was completed, I would be married to Kyo, my future husband. And it was almost done.
That was traditional in my village. The father of the bride built the hut she would live in with her new husband before they married. After it was completed, they would wed and spend their wedding night in their new home.
The day after they were wed, the bride would start to stay home all day and cook and clean for her husband while he worked in the fields.
That was the only positive thing coming out from me being forced to marry Kyo. I wouldn't have to work in the fields and hot blistering sun anymore. But I had to cook and clean and when it came time, watching and raising the children.
I was brought out from my thoughts when I heard Kyo say my name.
"Lovely, isn't it, Misa?" He asked and I glared at him. Sure, he looked all brave right now, standing next to me; but he was a big cry baby. And he had baby looks, too. Brown hair pulled into a tie at the base of his neck. Old mended clothes that looked three times bigger than he was the he got from his older brothers. Brown eyes that still had a playful charm in them.
I couldn't believe my parents wanted me to marry this kid!
"No, it isn't." I snapped at him. Fear passed through his eyes then was replaced with his usual carefree look. I was slightly confused because usually when I snapped and glared at him, he would shake with fear. But not now. What was so different? And why did he have a smug grin on his stupid face?
"Temper, Misa." He warned and my eyes widened. Since when did he become so brave? "You wouldn't want to upset your future husband."
"Yeah. Sure." I jested.
"I can't wait until we are married." He continued as if he didn't hear me.
"I can."
"It's a good thing we'll be married tomorrow afternoon."
"What ever…Wait! What!" I yelled, grabbing the front of his kimono and brought his face close to mine so I could glare into his very core. "Do not lie to me, Kyo!"
"I do not lie." He said, that scared pathetic look in his eyes again. "Our hut will be finished by tomorrow evening. Your father told me so."
"I don't believe you! My father said the hut wouldn't be finished until next week at the latest." I yelled again. My blood was pumping. All thoughts of sleep and food gone from my mind.
"He said that last week, you twit." He replied and my eyes widened in horror. My father did say that last week. How could have I forgot?
I threw him on the ground and ran towards my hut.
"Mother!" I yelled, running into the hut. My mother looked up from the soup in cauldron and watching my 6 year old little brother, Juk.
"What is it now, Misa?" She asked, probably knowing what I was going to say.
"Kyo said that we're getting married tomorrow!" I raged. I'm pretty sure if I were a demon, my eyes would be red from anger.
"Why are you and mama getting married tomorrow, Misa?" Juk asked, his head tilted to the side and an innocent look on his face. He was to young to understand what I was saying.
"We are not getting married tomorrow," mother said calmly. "Misa and Kyo are the ones getting married tomorrow, Juk."
"Oh. Okay." He said that went back to playing with sticks. Juk knew what being married was, having been to our older brothers wedding in the past two years.
"So it is true. Kyo wasn't lying." I said and mother sighed.
"Yes. Kyo spoke the truth." She said, stirring the soup.
"I refuse to marry that baby!"
"Do not call your future provider a baby. You will marry him, Misa. You're old enough to be a wife." Mother scolded and glared at me, holding up the wooden spoon. I knew she wouldn't hesitate to hit me with it. "When I was your age, I was all ready carrying your brother Kale."
Kale was my oldest brother and married two years ago. His wife was now carrying their second child. He looked like our father but acted nothing like him. Ryei, my second oldest brother got married last year and has a 2 month old son. Ryei was the opposite of Kale. He looked nothing like father but acted like him.
"But I'm not you. And I will not marry Kyo!" I stated, stomping my foot in a very immature fashion but I could care less. If she even tried thinking about marrying me off to that baby, I would runaway.
"You will marry Kyo and that is final." Mother growled and I felt tears prick at the brim of my eyes.
"What about my happiness?" I asked. "I want to marry for love, mother. Not because you're forcing me to."
"This is for your own good, Misa." Mother said sternly and I knew I had lost the battle. A sob escaped my throat and my tears started to fall.
"Fine." I said and with that, I turned my heel and ran out of the hut. I ran until I reached the forest and collapsed at the base of a huge oak tree. I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs and cried in them.
"It's not fair." I cried to myself.
I don't know how long I cried for. Maybe hours or minutes. I had no idea. All I know is I wasn't going to Kyo. I wasn't going to become that's baby's wife. He could marry some other pathetic girl for all I care.
I looked at the quarter moon and realized it was almost 11 o'clock at night. Everyone would be asleep by now. Getting their rest for the wedding tomorrow.
My heart missed a beat and it suddenly dawned on me. I was getting married tomorrow and I couldn't get out of it. I couldn't beg or throw a tantrum as usual no more. No one would listen. They would just put me in my wedding garb and place me next to Kyo in front the of the priest.
Ugh, Kyo. I hated that baby. I wish I could runaway….Runaway!
"That's it!" I said, smiling and standing up. My joints popped from being cramped for so long but I ignored it. "I'll runaway."
I made to step deeper into the dark foreboding forest when my stomach growled, reminding me I was starving. I couldn't find food in the dark. Maybe I'd wait until early morning to escape.
"No." I told myself. "They would just find me. It's better to escape in the dark while everyone is sleeping." I placed my hands over my stomach again. But I was so hungry. Maybe I could just sneak into the village, steal some food then be off again. Yeah. Sounded like a good idea.
I smiled. I finally felt like I was free, making my own decisions.
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"Okay," I breathed, standing in front of the forest once again with a bag full of some fruits and dried meats. I had a pair of sandals on my feet to protect them from the earth. This was all I had. Besides a simple katana named Nara. It was my fathers. When I asked him, when I was little of course, why he named it Nara, he said it because it was his great grandfather who named it after his wife, Nara. Not him. It's been in our family for generations.
If I ever came back, I was going to be in DEEP trouble for taking it. Along with the fruits and dried meats that we had stored for winter.
But still, with it, I felt really powerless. What if I came across a demon?
Misa! I told myself. You want to be a demon so don't be afraid of another demon!
I swallowed nervously, clutching Nara's hilt tightly in my hand, and walked into the forest. There was no turning back now. I wasn't going to marry Kyo tomorrow.
To Be Continued…
Well, how did you guys like it? I've had this story on my mind for a while now, so I'd thought I'd at least get down on paper…sort of. I hope you like it!
R&R kindly please
Drama Kagome
