A New Beginning

Disclaimer: The InuYasha character don't belong to me. However Amaya is my character.

Prologue

Two years ago I disappeared without a trace from my home town, during that time no-one had seen or heard from me, everyone assumed I was dead. My best friend committed suicide a month later because she thought I had broken my promise and left her behind. When she didn't hear from me after I leftshe was convinced. Shedecided that with no-one there for her life just wasn't worth it anymore.

I hadn't left her, I would have never broken my promise. Not deliberately anyway.I was taken from my world by an unknown force.Even now all this time later I still have no clue as to how I was taken, I only know the reason why. Looking back, I'm glad that someof these things happened. But I would have done anything to make sure that my best friend hadn't had to die. Iwasn't afraid of death myself but I couldn't stand it when other people died. Not after what had happened to my sister.

Two weeks ago I woke up in hospital. I had no idea of how I had come to be there. So, I bet your wondering what happened to me during that time. To really explain it I have to take you back to the night it all began. The night that I ran away.

My house was silent for once. This was a very rare thing in deed. 'Tonight,' I thought. Just one word but its effect was instant. It ran through my mind clearing away the cobwebs. 'Tonight was when I would finally be free. I would be able to live my life without worrying.'

I looked at the calendar I had drawn up to mark down the days of the summer. Today was the 9th of August. It was three days till my 16th birthday and this year I planned to enjoy myself. For the past 5 years my birthday hadn't even been acknowledged. Only my best friend ever made it seem somewhat special. Otherwise it was just like another day of the year.

I had been planning this for a few nights now. After what they had done to me last night I decided I had no choice. My body still ached from the beating. My father and brothers often beat me. But the previous night had been the worst ever. I was going to run away tonight. It was the only way to escape. Throughout the time I had lived with them I had been little more than a punch bag. Every so often they would beat me up often kicking, punching and slapping me.

My family, this is sometimes a difficult thing to explain. For one thing I don't even consider them my family anymore. I lived with my dad and two older brothers. I used to have a sister too, she was younger than me. But she diedsix years ago. She was the only person in my family who I ever cared for. And the only one who ever cared about me. Now she was gone I had no one left, excepted for my best friend. But it wasn't the same thing.

Anyway back to my family. Ever since I could remember I had been seen as nothing but an object. To them I was no-one. To the world I hardly existed. And to myself I was worthless.

I wouldn't actually be able to leave for a while yet. As it would a while before they went to sleep. So I had about 3 or 4 hours left until the early morning. There usual time of going to sleep. I decided I might as well pack, I had nothing better to do and I would need some things to keep me going until I got away. After all I'd heard of people who ran away with nothing but the clothes there were wearing. Not smart.

As quietly as possible I took the small holdall I kept hidden out from under my bed. I wanted to avoid making any excess noise so that they didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. I took some clothes out of my wardrobe. I didn't have much but that just made it easier to make up my mind about what to take with me.

I took out 4 long sleeved t-shirts, a pair of black jeans, a hoody and a crimson dress, the colour of blood. I placed them all in the holdall. On top I put some of my most prized possessions; my diary, a few photos I had managed to save and the necklace that had once belonged to my sister. I also had some food- mostly boxes of cookies- that I had managed to sneak away from the kitchen and a first aid kit- just in case. Last but not least I put in my blanket; it was a beautiful thing that my mother had made for me. It was purple and black with stars and moon sewn all over it.

Before getting into bed and pretending to be asleep I got dressed in my dark blue jeans- putting my phone in the front pocket and £500 in cash in the back one- my long sleeved Nirvana t-shirt and my black boots. I slipped my knife down the side of the right boot. While the blade of it was only about 5 inches it was very sharp and in my hands was extremely deadly.

Hiding my holdall under the bed I turned off my light. I lay under my quilt, my heart pounding in my ears. I was sure I was going to get caught. My eyes felt heavy, I had to keep pinching myself to stay awake. I listen out for a sign of them going to sleep.

About four hours later at around 3am I heard these sounds. I got out of bed and rearranged the covers so it looked as though I was still there. Not that they would be awake till at least 3pm but I didn't want to take any chances.

I grabbed my holdall and walked over to the window. I rolled up my sleeves. The window was locked at all times. It would make a lot of noise, but hopefully they would be in one of their alcohol fuelled deep sleeping. I clenched my fist and rammed it through the glass, the shards of broken glass left deep scratches up my arm. But it was no worse than they did to me. I felt around for the catch on the other side of the window. I caught it and flipped it open.

I opened the window and climbed out of it. I landed with the stealth of a cat. I began to walk away from the house where for many years I had lived in torment. This was a new life and my old one was no more.

I ran as fast as my legs would carry me and soon reached the main road. I slowed down then and began to walk. It didn't take me long to get away from the town I had lived for many years. I was beginning to feel good, despite the stinging from where the scratches on my arm were. Then the rain started.

"Urgh! This is so typical," I muttered to myself quite pissed off by this point. The rain came down heavily soaking my clothes and making them stick to my skin. This was just plain gross. I left the main road and went into a large wood that went along this stretch of road. I walked under the thick trees as they cast their moonlit shadows. I found shelter under a tall tree. I feel to the ground, my body exhausted. My heavy eyelids closed so quickly I didn't have time to see the white light enclose my body. I was already asleep by that point.

I woke up late the next day; the sun was already high in the sky. I had trouble piecing the events of last night together. The wood now looked more like a forest and my surroundings somehow looked different this morning than they had when I had fallen asleep the previous night. I picked myself off the ground and looked down at myself. My clothes were filthy with mud. I ran my fingers through my hair and changed my Nirvana t-shirt for a Slipknot one. I should have bandaged my arm then but I was desperate to get a move on. I had strayed far from the main road and needed to find my bearings.

After about an hour of so of walking I was no closer to finding a main road. I didn't remember walking this far in but there seemed to be no end to the trees. Ten minutes later I found myself in a clearing across from a deep river. Before the river stood a girl no more than 7 or 8 years old, her face was turned towards mine and for a moment I was frozen with shock. The girl looked exactly like my sister Sakura had. She even had the long black hair and gorgeous brown eyes that she had had.

I snapped out of my shock a second later as the girl fell into the river. She didn't come back up again. I ran over to the river, chucked my bag onto the ground and dived into the water. All this without a moment's thought, pretty impressive. I searched under the water and found the girls wrist. I grabbed hold of it and pulled her to the surface. I wrapped my arm round her waist and held her above the water while I ripped apart the plants that had snaked around her legs.

When she was free, I pulled her out of the water along with myself. I took a closer look at her. She wasn't my sister. I had been stupid to think she would be. But she did closely resemble Sakura and I had nevertheless saved her life.

The little girl looked up at me. "Rin's name is Rin. What's your name?" she said. For a moment I was lost at what she was saying. Then I realised it was Japanese. My best friend had spent two years learning this, so of course I was made to learn too. I was now glad she had. "My name is Suki," I told her. I then clamped a hand over my mouth. I had told her the wrong name. I hadn't used that name in 3 years so why now.

"Rin used to have a horse called Suki," she said.

"Great! So I now have the same name as a horse. Only joking, anyway no-one calls me that unless they have a death wish."

"What's a death wish?" Rin asked as a curious smile crept across her face.

"Uhh, you know what never mind. You can just call me Amaya." I told her.

I looked down at Rin as she shivered in her wet clothes. I took my blanket out of my holdall and draped it round her shoulders. "Come on, let's go find whoever you belong to."

We had been walking for almost five minutes with Rin talking non-stop. It was amazing how much I could still remember of Japanese, I hadn't actually spoken it for a few years. A man stepped out from the trees and stopped in front of us blocking the path. I almost gasped at the sight of him. He was the most amazing person I had ever seen. 'And people say I look weird' I thought to myself.

He had long slivery hair that flowed down his back reaching way past his waist, he had golden eyes and strange markings which I assumed were tattoos; there were two purple stripes on both of his cheeks and a blue crescent moon on his forehead.

His clothes were even more amazing they were like nothing I had ever seen before; he wore long white trousers which were baggy in the middle, a white top that had long sleeves and a red flower pattern at the neck and at the end of the sleeves, black armour that had a spiky rim that went around the shoulders, a yellow cloth that was tied around his waist in a strange looking knot and finally a fluffy white boa that was tossed over his shoulder. He was the strangest and yet I have to admit the beautiful person I had ever seen.

"Rin, come here" he ordered.

"Hai, Sesshoumaru-sama!"

"Oh, is she yours?" I asked.

Sesshoumaru did not reply to this and Rin moved from beside me over to him.

"What did you do to her?" he said glaring at me.

'What the…WHAT DID I DO TO HER!' I screamed inside my head, "I didn't do anything to her! I only saved your kid from drowning in a river but no that's a bad thing. You know the least you could do is thank me!" I said practically shouting at him.

I hated people like that. Thought they were better than they actually were. I turned to Rin. "Goodbye Rin," I said my voice returning to normal. I walked off then and began to focus my efforts on what I had originally been doing. I was only a short distance away when I heard Rin asking "What's a death wish?" I made my exit quickly after that; I didn't want to be hanging around for Sesshoumaru's reply.

I continued to walk until the sun went down and the moon rose up above the trees. I stopped when it got too dark to see properly and my legs felt like they were going to drop off. I still hadn't managed to find a main road. I sighed as I sat down on the ground. I was lost, tired and hungry. I took out my diary. Might as well continue it, I didn't want to just give it up.

10th August 2005

Dear Diary,

The start of my new life and so far nothing has gone right. Well not exactly the way I had planned it anyway. I've been lost the whole of today. The only good thing I've come across today was the little girl that I rescued from drowning in a river. Her name was Rin and she reminded me so much of my little sister.

Afterwards I found the person who looked after her. He was so handsome. But a total jerk. He came up to me and just accused me of hurting her. This was the complete opposite of what I had done. The least he could have done was thank me. But no, that was obviously too polite for him.

I was walking all day but no signs so far of any life. I've only come across two people. Weird. I wonder if they've realised at home that I've gone yet. They won't miss me. And I won't miss them. They'll only be angry that their personal punch bag got away.

Amaya

Closing my diary I shoved it back into the bottom of my bag. I didn't want to lose that. I went to pull my blanket out of my bag. It wasn't there. I could have kicked myself right then. I had given it to Rin but I hadn't taken it back. I had lost the blanket my mother had given me. The only thing I had had left of her. I felt a stabbing pain in my stomach. I ignored it. I guessed I would just have to be cold that night. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

A/N: This is the repost of my first fanfic a new beginning. I've decided to re-do it with some MAJOR editing as when I read back over it I was really disappointed in myself that I had posted something that bad. The main story will be the same, but there will be changes to the whole story. Thanks for reading this and if you enjoyed it. Or if you didn't. Please review to tell me.