This is my 1st fanfic! Cool 4 me! I do not own inu or crew so DON'T SEW ME!!!

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CHAPTER 1-INTRO.

"Mother…"

"What is it, daughter?" asked a woman in her early thirties to her fifteen year old daughter.

"I look ridiculous!"

"No, you look just fine, daughter."

"No, I look like I'm an extremely tall five year old," Kagome said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm fifteen! I thought you wanted me to hurry up and find a husband! How in hell--?!"

Higurashi-sama gasped at the use of thuggish language that had escaped her daughter's lips. "I-I mean--- um…how am I supposed to find a husband in this get up?! It's ludicrous! No man would ever want a girl that looks like she still wants to be in grade school! Can't I wear something else?" Kagome said, blushing slightly.

"No; what you are wearing is just fine," Higurashi-sama retorted in a quietly shrewd voice. "And besides that, how are you even supposed to 'look like an extremely tall five year old,' when you are blind…daughter." She continued, putting emphasis on the last word, as though trying to show how much effort it took her to let the word slip through her lips.

"Well I know I feel ridiculous! This frock feels like something I used to wear when I was five!"

"Quit complaining…!" her mother said through pursed lips.

"And why can't I have these bandages taken off my eyes?! I mean you fell for them when you---"

"ENOUGH!"

The young girl was silenced immediately. She had gone too far, and had pushed her mother over the edge. Her mother was a very short tempered woman that cared only for herself and her ego. If she ever had a softer side, than Kagome would just have said that it wasn't her mother at all, but a completely different person all together. "—never find a husband anyway," her mother continued, breaking Kagome's train of thought. The young girl said nothing, fearing her mother's anger breaking out again.

"Now, come daughter. There are two gentlemen in the hall waiting on us. We must see to them. And remember your manners, young lady." Higurashi-sama stated in a stern voice.

"Yes mother," the girl replied, following after the woman.

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Inu-yasha sighed angrily. I don't know why I put up with this shit. I'm 17 and still working in this dump! He began to growl and began to swear silently. He'd had a big argument with the head stableman and had been ordered to clean out the horses stables for the nest two weeks; that or lose his job. Even though he didn't like being ordered around, he needed the job. His mother could hardly pay the bills on her own, and his half-brother, Sessho-maru, wasn't going to help her, so it was up to him to help her. His long black hair began to fall loose from its tie. It stuck to his cheeks from the amount of sweat covering him. I'm really getting tired of this, he thought to himself.

There were times he just wished he could leave all his problems behind and start over. His dream was to travel and see everything he could before his time was up. Luckily, I've got more time than most. Demo, seeing as this is as far as I've gotten, I say I'm never gonna see more than this stinking stable. The smell's gonna make me puke if I don't get outa here soon… He sighed again. Why was his life like this?

"Hey, Inu-yasha, you'd better get that stall cleaned out fast. Boss says you have to help me out with the feed," called a boy who was a little older than him with black hair tied in small a ponytail; gloves covered both hands, but on his right hand there were prayer beads wrapped around his palm and wrist. Inu-yasha didn't know much about him, except that his name was Miroku and that he was a total flirt, though he also claimed to be a monk. But Inu-yasha liked him, somewhat; he was the only person that would talk to him like a person normally would; he joked, teased, and talked to Inu-yasha about what happened in life around them. They never really talked about their separate pasts, nor did they wish to relive or reveal personal information. But Miroku was the closest thing to a friend that Inu-yasha had in the stables where he worked.

"Alright. Just give me a second," came Inu-yasha's reply. He just hoped that the day would finally be over and night would come. At least then he could fully be himself. In the meantime though, he just hoped that talking to flirtatious, so-claimed 'monk' would calm him down, though he seriously doubted that it would.

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A/N: so ends chap. 1. please R&R! (i don't care if you hate it)

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Onigai and domo arigato ikitagimasu,

Emilinia-sama