Thanks for reading, and I'm happy to say this is my third fanfic I'm
posting on the internet! Yay! Go Tochiko! (Earth-child) Umm... and this is
the first part to this series... so the next one will be called 'Truth Is
Almost Always the Best Policy (Part II)' Thanks!! By the way, InuYasha is
ooc for now, and so are some others, just wait... It will all fall into
place, if not in this one, the second one kk? Thanks!
Recommended fics: Agent Under Fire by: BakaInuGirl (this fanfic ROCKS!!!!!! lol), and most of the fanfics on especially Turnabout is Fair play, by: Ookami
Disclaimer: I own all of the InuYasha stuff ever made!!!! Psychiatrist holds out a white jacket Ummmm...... I own nothing.... It's all Rumiko Takahashi's! Hail Takahashi!!! I don't own Evanescence either.... : (
"..." –speaking '...' –thoughts ... -little comments by me, which I can't keep to myself (lol)
Truth Is Almost Always the Best Policy (Part I)
By: inuko/ Tochiko
Chapter 1: Normal
She winced as he slapped her cheek harshly for the third time. "You were supposed to meet me at five, not seven." The helpless girl ducked away from his swinging hand so that it connected loudly with the brick wall behind her. He grunted, not showing any emotion as he decided that he had already punished her enough today. He turned the corner, leaving without saying goodbye to her, his girlfriend.
Gingerly touching her cheek, she felt the raw flesh. She was quite sure that it was red, and it hurt like hell. She flinched as a drop of fresh rain splashed on her cheek. 'Great, it's raining.'
The fourteen-year-old picked up her purse and wobbled as she slowly stood up. Feeling something wet on her lip, her hand slid to where the blood was. 'Damn it. How am I gunna explain it this time?' She let her mind wander over different crazy excuses before she settled on the usual. 'I fell down the stairs.' She was klutzy enough to use this as an excuse, and had done so many times before.
She dragged herself out of the alleyway, and into the freezing rain. It soaked through her thin black coat as she began her long journey home.
The door creaked loudly as it opened, announcing her arrival at home. Chairs scraped as the family came to greet her. -Scratch that.- Chairs scraped as the family went to the living room to watch the already blasting tv, or go get more food. She heard a grunt, letting her know that they knew she was home. 'Thanks...'
She trudged up the wood stairs and swung open her pale gray door. She threw her backpack at one end of her un-made bed while sitting on the other. She settled herself at her bed-desk, and opened her familiar sketchbook. She finished her sketch of a tear being devoured by a flame, and then signed her name on the back before dating it and putting in her portfolio. 'Only have six pages left. Mental note: get new sketchbook.'
She picked up her bag and searched through it for her new load of homework. She finished about two thirds of it before she started to fell a bit drowsy. She stuffed her papers in her yellow bag and fell back on her crumpled covers. She stared up at the blank white ceiling, sighing as she cracked her neck.
What had possessed some idiot to paint the ceiling such a boring color? White was the most boring color on earth! It was better than her walls, though. They were a pastel blue before, but one day, she had gotten mad, and splashed black paint across it. Not to mention all the times that she decided to randomly write threatening things or morbid poems on it.
Her carpet was stained from spilling things, and her room smelled of raspberries. That was only because it was her last attempt to make the whole room smell better by spraying it at least five times when she got home, every day.
She sighed as she remembered what happened earlier. When Koga was drunk, or mad, he would take it out on her, just because she was always around him. She didn't know why she stayed with him this long.
He had been half-hearted today. Usually, when she ducked away, he would give her a worse beating than he was before. She shook her head, desperately trying to think about something else.
To distract herself, she put on her headphones and turned up the volume on her cd player all the way. Evanescence. She loved their songs, because they were depressing, yet beautiful, and they usually described how she felt. She listened to them whenever she was in a bad mood, example, today. She couldn't stop the thoughts of it tumbling through her head, just letting themselves being acknowledged before scampering out of the way to let the next horrible thought enter and then disappear.
She tried to change what she was thinking about. Didn't work. It was like trying to change the station on a broken radio. The knob was broken, and the station was set.
She finally turned the knob and then let it go back to it's previous setting. Koga. Her thoughts drowned out the music, and she shut off her cd player. No use listening to music if you can't hear it.
She put her cd player on her desk and shut off her light. Her alarm was set for an early time, so that she would get to school before Koga did. She closed her eyes and let the tears start to slip down her face onto her pillow. 'This was a normal weekend.'
She didn't remember that Koga had switched to her bus last week.
Recommended fics: Agent Under Fire by: BakaInuGirl (this fanfic ROCKS!!!!!! lol), and most of the fanfics on especially Turnabout is Fair play, by: Ookami
Disclaimer: I own all of the InuYasha stuff ever made!!!! Psychiatrist holds out a white jacket Ummmm...... I own nothing.... It's all Rumiko Takahashi's! Hail Takahashi!!! I don't own Evanescence either.... : (
"..." –speaking '...' –thoughts ... -little comments by me, which I can't keep to myself (lol)
Truth Is Almost Always the Best Policy (Part I)
By: inuko/ Tochiko
Chapter 1: Normal
She winced as he slapped her cheek harshly for the third time. "You were supposed to meet me at five, not seven." The helpless girl ducked away from his swinging hand so that it connected loudly with the brick wall behind her. He grunted, not showing any emotion as he decided that he had already punished her enough today. He turned the corner, leaving without saying goodbye to her, his girlfriend.
Gingerly touching her cheek, she felt the raw flesh. She was quite sure that it was red, and it hurt like hell. She flinched as a drop of fresh rain splashed on her cheek. 'Great, it's raining.'
The fourteen-year-old picked up her purse and wobbled as she slowly stood up. Feeling something wet on her lip, her hand slid to where the blood was. 'Damn it. How am I gunna explain it this time?' She let her mind wander over different crazy excuses before she settled on the usual. 'I fell down the stairs.' She was klutzy enough to use this as an excuse, and had done so many times before.
She dragged herself out of the alleyway, and into the freezing rain. It soaked through her thin black coat as she began her long journey home.
The door creaked loudly as it opened, announcing her arrival at home. Chairs scraped as the family came to greet her. -Scratch that.- Chairs scraped as the family went to the living room to watch the already blasting tv, or go get more food. She heard a grunt, letting her know that they knew she was home. 'Thanks...'
She trudged up the wood stairs and swung open her pale gray door. She threw her backpack at one end of her un-made bed while sitting on the other. She settled herself at her bed-desk, and opened her familiar sketchbook. She finished her sketch of a tear being devoured by a flame, and then signed her name on the back before dating it and putting in her portfolio. 'Only have six pages left. Mental note: get new sketchbook.'
She picked up her bag and searched through it for her new load of homework. She finished about two thirds of it before she started to fell a bit drowsy. She stuffed her papers in her yellow bag and fell back on her crumpled covers. She stared up at the blank white ceiling, sighing as she cracked her neck.
What had possessed some idiot to paint the ceiling such a boring color? White was the most boring color on earth! It was better than her walls, though. They were a pastel blue before, but one day, she had gotten mad, and splashed black paint across it. Not to mention all the times that she decided to randomly write threatening things or morbid poems on it.
Her carpet was stained from spilling things, and her room smelled of raspberries. That was only because it was her last attempt to make the whole room smell better by spraying it at least five times when she got home, every day.
She sighed as she remembered what happened earlier. When Koga was drunk, or mad, he would take it out on her, just because she was always around him. She didn't know why she stayed with him this long.
He had been half-hearted today. Usually, when she ducked away, he would give her a worse beating than he was before. She shook her head, desperately trying to think about something else.
To distract herself, she put on her headphones and turned up the volume on her cd player all the way. Evanescence. She loved their songs, because they were depressing, yet beautiful, and they usually described how she felt. She listened to them whenever she was in a bad mood, example, today. She couldn't stop the thoughts of it tumbling through her head, just letting themselves being acknowledged before scampering out of the way to let the next horrible thought enter and then disappear.
She tried to change what she was thinking about. Didn't work. It was like trying to change the station on a broken radio. The knob was broken, and the station was set.
She finally turned the knob and then let it go back to it's previous setting. Koga. Her thoughts drowned out the music, and she shut off her cd player. No use listening to music if you can't hear it.
She put her cd player on her desk and shut off her light. Her alarm was set for an early time, so that she would get to school before Koga did. She closed her eyes and let the tears start to slip down her face onto her pillow. 'This was a normal weekend.'
She didn't remember that Koga had switched to her bus last week.