ZOMG! I haven't even finished updating Kiruni High, but I've had this idea for like a YEAR now and feel like I should update it. Here goes!!!

All characters are in human form. Very AU, neh?

Avalanche

Prologue

It was foggy. Then again, the most redundant sentence in the world would have to be, Forks is foggy.

…I hated the fog.

It's true, that living in a small town has its benefits. You don't have to travel sixty miles to get to the nearest Quick-E-Mart and you know pretty much everyone around. However, some people, like me, would say that these aren't benefits.

I digress. The day was depressing. It was sad, horrible- even unbearable. Worst of all, it was the day of my father's funeral.

I was only fourteen, but I hardly ever cried. Crying wasn't an option, and I had sworn long ago that I would never cry again.

I broke that promise to my self when I got the news.

I guess it wasn't all too surprising. My mom and I had been expecting this for a long time, but it was just so soon. It was too soon.

My best friend, Inuyasha, was there for me the entire way. Then again, he was my best friend. His little sister, Sango, was there too. Inuyasha stood to my left, Sango to my right. My mom wasn't there.

There had been no sign of her sense the day of my father's death.

Inuyasha, Sango, and I were all in the front row. The rain poured down harder as they lowered the cold shell of what used to be my father into the hole. Inuyasha grabbed my hand and laced his fingers between mine, squeezing it for a bit of encouragement. I looked up into his deep blue, almost violet, eyes and managed to give a sad smile. He lowered his head to mine and said, "It'll be alright, Kags, everything will turn out fine."

He had no idea how wrong he was.

Two Years Later

It's funny, the way you remember some days more than others. To some, life goes by in a blur, and to others, life stands out. Every passing second is imprinted into your skull like you were dragged under a printing press. For me, life was both. Some moments I didn't notice anything; I was off in my own world. Other moments, I noticed every detail that you could imagine. I knew what the reason was, and it disturbed me.

I was walking home from school- again. I was alone, which wasn't unusual. Lately it had seemed like I was always alone. The light rain felt good against my pail skin as I listened to the soft thump of my boots against the wet sidewalk. My boots squished against the ground and splashed mud everywhere. My thoughts were wandering. It was one of those blurry days again.

Of course, the reason for this blur wasn't the usual reason. The reason for the blur today was my outrageous anger towards the man that I was forced to call father.

I told you about my biological dad. He died when I was fourteen. I couldn't have asked for any better dad than that. This father (I call him Naraku. I don't give him enough respect to call him father. Then again, why give respect when you don't receive it?) I speak of right now, is my mom's drug dealer.

I was mad. I was more than mad; I was outraged. They say that there's a murderer in everyone. I had never believed this theory, but at that point of time, it sounded all too true.

I wanted to strangle him. Not in the hypothetical way. You know, the way you get when your mom embarrasses you in front of your friends (I knew this feeling all too well) or when some random guy unplugs your lap top when you were trying to finish an English project and he says that you "didn't need it". No. This was a much more real type of fury that I had never experienced before. The only word I could use to describe it was hate.

I reached my house. It sat at the top of a hill with many steps leading up to it, almost like a shrine. What an oxymoron. I grew up in a place that, on the outside, looked like a shrine and on the inside looked like that fiery pit underground itself. I felt ashamed.

I walked up the steps. Each step I took mimicked the bad mood that I was in. I stormed into the house with a look on my face that said, "Talk to me and you die.

When I got inside of my house I dropped my heavy dark blue back pack onto the floor in the foyer and began to run up the steps when my name was called.

"KAGOME HIGURASHI!!!" I knew that voice. I sighed in annoyance and slow walked down the stairs.

"Yes, Daddy dearest?" I asked with sweet sarcasm dripping off of every word.

"Where have you been? It's five o' clock!" He screamed.

I rolled my eyes. "Father, school ends at 4:30 and I walk home, and last time I checked, I don't have the speed of a gazelle, so it takes me about, oh I don't know, thirty minutes to get home," I answered.

He looked at me incredulously. I crossed my arms and put all of my weight on my left leg. "Are you done speculating me, or do I need to stand here in front of you for another hour?" I asked.

He glared at me. "Leave."

"Gladly," I replied. I ran upstairs into my room.

I was glad to be in the sanctuary of my room. My bed wasn't huge, but I still loved it. I had an old guitar that used to belong to my (real) Dad nestled in the far right corner, and right across from my bed was a computer and my desk with homework and books piled on top. I wasn't a straight "A" student, but then again, who was during high school?

My room was white. It was plain and pail, just like me. I'm not very tall, only five foot four, and I'm hardly a beauty that someone would die for. Kagome Nazuna Higurashi, that's me. My dark brown eyes reminded me of mud, and my hair reminded me of midnight. It was almost so black that when you turned to lights off, I looked like I was bald. (Minus the fact that you could still see my bangs.)

Mind you, just because I'm not beautiful doesn't mean I'm ugly. I'm just€¦ normal. There wasn't, isn't, and probably never will be anything special about me or at least that's what I thought then.

So, I bet you're wondering where I'm going with this. Who wouldn't be, I babble on so much, sometimes I even confuse myself. (Sometimes is an understatement.) The truth is this story isn't even about me. I'm not that narcissistic. (If you want narcissistic, talk to my best friend, Inuyasha's, brother. He'll have a lot to say about himself.)

I walked over to my window to stair out at the house next door. It was his house. I met them when I was four- Sango, Sesshomaru, and Inuyasha. They stopped by to say hello. When I saw him it stopped my heart. Not literally of course, if it did, I'd probably be dead.

He had the prettiest eyes that I'd ever seen. I still remember how I felt when I saw him. He had short dark hair, and the deepest blue eyes.

His sister and I hit it off immediately. She had crystal blue eyes and her skin was a light brown color. Her dark hair flowed all the way down her back.

I slowly stood up from my place on my bed and began to walk out of the room when I heard a knock at the door. "I got it!" I screamed down the stairs to Naraku; I already knew who it was.

I opened the door so fast that I felt the wind on my face. "Hey Inu," I said with a grin on my face.

My six foot two best friend looked down at me with a smile. I hate the fact that he was taller than me. "Hey Kags, how's it going?" he asked.

I groaned. "How do you think it's going?" I asked with sarcasm dripping from each word.

Inuyasha rolled his eyes at me. "The same as always, I guess. Naraku got you under the ropes again?" He asked.

I closed the door behind him as he walked in. "Do you even have to ask?" I replied.

He shook his head and followed me upstairs. His dark hair shaped his head well, and his eyes looked like they could see into my soul. Bad ump Bad ump. I blushed when I heard the sound of my heart beat.

When we got to the top of the stairs I was about to turn the corner into my room when Inuyasha stopped me. "What is it kid?" I asked him while paying more attention to his hold on my wrist than the worried look on his face. I hated it when he gave me that look. It broke my heart.

"It's Sango," He murmured.

I frowned. "What about her?" I asked.

He sighed. "It's just…nothing," he trailed off.

He looked hesitant. I sighed and sat down on the stairs while pulling my hair back behind my ears. I mentally smacked myself from preening for him, when he knew just as well as I did that my body language was giving him "I LOVE YOU" signals. However, I knew that he was too distracted to notice my blush.

He shook his head and put on a forced smile. "Never mind, let's talk about something else. How was your day Kagome?" he began.

"What?" No! "You can't do that!" I cried.

"Do what?" Inuyasha asked innocently.

I rolled my eyes. "Don't give me that! You just did it! You led me on to a subject and trailed off as if you never said anything at all!

Inuyasha smirked. "I didn't say anything," he said, waving his hand in front of my face.

"I hate to break it to you kid, but you're not a Jedi knight," I said sarcastically.

"Aw, shoot, and that was my life long dream, too," He groaned.

I punched his arm. "No Inu, but seriously, tell m-" I said. The sound of his cell phone vibrating stopped me mid-sentence. "Is your butt vibrating, Inuyasha?" I asked. He glared at me and then picked up the phone.

"Hello?" He asked.

I rested my head on my hand, while putting my elbow on my thigh.

"Yeah... okay... Sure, don't worry, we'll be there in just a second," he cooed into the phone. I could faintly hear the frantic sounds of a woman on the other line. Jason hung up the phone and look at me with the same worried look that I hated.

"It's nothing. I've gotta go," he said.

I stared at him. "Oh… okay. I'll see you later, then?" I asked. I mentally smacked myself in the face. Way to NOT sound desperate Kagome. Somebody shoot me.

"Yeah." He smiled. "I'll talk to you later," he said I as he walked out of my front door.

I sighed and hopelessly ran up into my room again.

I was a disgrace. Every time I even glanced at Inuyasha my face screamed TOMATOE, if that makes any sense…. I was stupid. Most of all I hated being embarrassed, and I especially hated embarrassing myself.

My mom was never home, and if she was home she was high off of something or passed out on the couch. My "father" was drunk most of the time. I tried to avoid him at all costs, just to make sure that I didn't get screamed at again for making a bad grade or getting home ten minutes late. Obviously he hadn't realized that he was the reason I was always ten minutes late. He was the reason I never wanted to be around. He was the reason I wanted to run away.

I'd always wanted to run away. Then more than ever.

The only thing that ever made me feel better was Inuyasha. He was my light- my hope for every day. If something had ever broken that friendship, I don't know what I would've done.

My only other escape was…

I looked over at a pair of scissors that lay on my desk. Rusty and old, they were sharper than any other tool I'd ever used to inflict pain upon myself…. I can't remember the day that I started cutting. The only thing that I could remember was the feeling that I had when it made all of the other pain slip away.

Drift away…

And end chapter 1!

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