(:Disclaimer:) I do not own Inu Yasha. He owns me.
(:A.N:) Hello, everyone. My name's Mae, and I'm the author of this story. I came up with this idea while writing my other fic 'Haunting Me in Dreams'. I don't know what made me think of it, I just did. lol. Anyways, here's chapter one, and please remember to review! -Mae-
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Chapter One : Groupies
By : Feng Shui Goddess
~Intro~
I'd overheard some groupies at my high school talking about it one day. They said that when you did it, it'd get your adrenalin pumping because of the pain you'd feel. I saw that they were covered in these marks, like it was some sort of sick cult. Oh, how I hated groupies. How they'd have so many guys hovering over them every minute of every hour of every day. They dressed in the tightest clothes that outlined ever single little curve on their seventy pound body. They would spend hours every morning applying makeup so perfectly that you'd think they were about to have a meeting with God. Their hair was always perfectly styled; no split ends or loose strands at all. They wore the nicest and most expensive clothes in the mall, and they'd walk arm in arm, gossiping about who was with who and who did what and so on and so forth. They made me sick, oh how they made me sick. The perfectionists of the perfectionists, that's what they were. Pointing out every single flaw that you had and could possibly ever have. They'd make stupid comments like, 'Oh, your pants are an inch too short,' or 'No body wears THAT any more.' Oh, I couldin't stand it, not one little bit. Not now, not ever.
~End of Intro~
I sighed, and slouched deeply into the wooden chair at my desk, propping up my grammar text book so I could still study in my slumped down position. I slowly absorbed the material, word by word, until I felt like my mind was going to explode. I had too many things to do in life, too many expectations were on me. My whole family expected me to be
perfect. To get good grades, to be athletic, to be in a number of stupid clubs, and a whole bunch of other crap like that. And then they expected me to be able to do all that shit while going back in time 500 years to Sengoku Jidai and helping the hanyou Inu Yasha find his precious Shikon no Tama. Of course I loved visiting the Sengoku Jidai, I felt like I belonged there much more then I belonged here. The future was so stressful, and so rushed. My family and I hardly spent any time together, with Mom always working, Grandpa tending to the family shrine, and Souta busy with school work. Life was so crazy all the time, no thanks to Inu Yasha who would never allow me to spend more than three days home at a time. Thanks to him I could hardly ever study and was barely passing any of my clases. God he annoyed me so much sometimes, always trying to pry into my life and take my time away from my family and friends. I layed my head down on my desk, burrying my head in my arms. I was so stressed, I didn't know what to do. Time was ticking by so quickly, it was rushing so so fast. I thought about how Inu Yasha was going to come retrieve me tomorrow evening, how he would take me back to his time and make me stay there for at least a week. I would have fun, that I would, but I was not in the position to have fun at the moment. I needed to study, needed to make a decent future for myself, which could only be achieved by getting good grades and obtaining vast amounts of knowledge.
I slowly stood up and made myself over to my bed, falling onto my soft mattress. I let out a small cry, not knowing what to do. I was so lost... A vision of Inu Yasha appeared in my mind. I loved him very much, that I did. But inside I feared that he did not love me in return. Sure, he looked at me with adornment in his eyes, but he looked that was at Kikyo, too. Maybe Kikyo was better for him, maybe she deserved him more than I. Maybe I wasn't worth Inu Yasha... Maybe it would never work out between us. I let myself cry freely now, not caring if anyone heard. I had heard of a way of relieving stress at school, and it supposeably worked very well. A lot of my friends did it, too, and said it was great. That it sent a small prick of pain up your spine, and you noticed noting but the pain. You'd forget about all your sorrows... Even if it was just for a short time, I was sure that it would be great... I slowly stood up and walked into my bathroom, turning on the light. I pulled the shower curtain away from my bath tub, and spotted my razor sitting in a soap dish. I slowly picked it up and held it to my wrist, pressing it against my skin with a bit of pressure, until it cut into my skin. I winced in pain as blood trickled down my arm, and I gave a small smile. I licked the blood off of my arm and set my razor back in it's proper place. I slowly stepped back in my bedroom and layed back down on my bed, yawning. Tomorrow was Sunday, the one day of the week that I did not have school. I sighed, and closed my eyes, letting my head sink into my pillow. I slowly allowed myself to fall asleep, and sank into a deep state of dreams.
~Morning~
I awoke to the sound of my mother yelling for me from downstairs. "Kagome! Breakfast! Come downstairs before your food gets cold!" she yelled from the bottom of the staircase. "Coming!" I replied, sitting up and stretching. I climbed out of my bed hesitantly, and walked over to my slippers that were next to my door. I slipped them on, and noticed my arm. Blood had dried over the wound, but was smeared all over my skin. I quickly went into my bathroom and washed away the dry blood, putting a bandaid on my arm so no one would question my wound. After I finished those precautions, I headed downstairs to see my grandfather, Souta, and my mother hurriedly cooking at the stove. "Ohayo gozaimasu," I said, smiling. "Ohayo, Kagome Chan," said my grandfather and Souta in unison. Mother was too busy cooking up a storm to respond, but gave a small nod. I sat down at my kitchen table which was covered with a bunch of different foods, and gave out a sigh. "Tired?" Souta asked, scooting over next to me. "A little," I said. After a few minutes Mom came over and sat down at the table, a big smile on her face, "Ikedekimasu!" We all started eating like there was no tomorrow, taking short breath in between bites to keep us from suffocating."So, Kagome Chan, what are you doing today?" Mom asked in between bites. "I don't know. Inu Yasha will probably come and get me later today, so, I guess other then that I'm just going to hang around." Souta got a big grin on his face, "Kagome Chan! Wanna play Dance Dance Revolution with me after breakfast?" I sighed, not being able to refuse his sweetness, "Sure, Souta Chan." He smile and said, "Great! I'm gonna beat you hands down!" I laughed, "Yeah, right. I am the DDR Queen! You said so yourself one time!" We babbled on for about ten minutes about DDR, who was better than who, what songs were the best, and so on and so forth.
Later that day, Souta and I held our Dance Dance Revolution tournament. The two dance pads were set up a few feet from the couch in our living room, so that way if we fell, we wouldin't fall on the floor. Souta was better at moving fast, but I was better with the more technical moves, which was more important. After about an hour of never ending dancing, Souta finally collapsed in defeat, "You win, Kagome. I should never of doubted your dancing power." I laughed, and patted him on the back, "Don't worry about it, you'll only improve." He sighed, "Yeah, you're right. Hey, Kagome, what happened to your wrist?" I gasped, not thinking that anyone would ask about it, "It's nothing, just a scratch I got a few days ago in Sengoku Jidai." He layed down on the couch, "Oh." I stood up and went upstairs, shoving random crap in my backpack for going to Sengoku Jidai. I knew that Inu Yasha was going to come and get me at any time now, I could just sence it. I put clothes, books, food, makeup, some other random stuff, and my razor in my backpack. I smirked as I threw my razor in my bag. 'Can't forget this,' I thought, laughing to myself. A few minutes later, I heard a knocking at my window. Inu Yasha. 'Yup, I was right. Right on time.'
(:A.N:) Well, that's it for chapter one! Please don't flame me, and PLEASE review! If you review, I'll update quicker, okay. Tell me what you like and dislike about my story so far, pleaseeee. Well, see you next time. -Mae-
(:A.N:) Hello, everyone. My name's Mae, and I'm the author of this story. I came up with this idea while writing my other fic 'Haunting Me in Dreams'. I don't know what made me think of it, I just did. lol. Anyways, here's chapter one, and please remember to review! -Mae-
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Chapter One : Groupies
By : Feng Shui Goddess
~Intro~
I'd overheard some groupies at my high school talking about it one day. They said that when you did it, it'd get your adrenalin pumping because of the pain you'd feel. I saw that they were covered in these marks, like it was some sort of sick cult. Oh, how I hated groupies. How they'd have so many guys hovering over them every minute of every hour of every day. They dressed in the tightest clothes that outlined ever single little curve on their seventy pound body. They would spend hours every morning applying makeup so perfectly that you'd think they were about to have a meeting with God. Their hair was always perfectly styled; no split ends or loose strands at all. They wore the nicest and most expensive clothes in the mall, and they'd walk arm in arm, gossiping about who was with who and who did what and so on and so forth. They made me sick, oh how they made me sick. The perfectionists of the perfectionists, that's what they were. Pointing out every single flaw that you had and could possibly ever have. They'd make stupid comments like, 'Oh, your pants are an inch too short,' or 'No body wears THAT any more.' Oh, I couldin't stand it, not one little bit. Not now, not ever.
~End of Intro~
I sighed, and slouched deeply into the wooden chair at my desk, propping up my grammar text book so I could still study in my slumped down position. I slowly absorbed the material, word by word, until I felt like my mind was going to explode. I had too many things to do in life, too many expectations were on me. My whole family expected me to be
perfect. To get good grades, to be athletic, to be in a number of stupid clubs, and a whole bunch of other crap like that. And then they expected me to be able to do all that shit while going back in time 500 years to Sengoku Jidai and helping the hanyou Inu Yasha find his precious Shikon no Tama. Of course I loved visiting the Sengoku Jidai, I felt like I belonged there much more then I belonged here. The future was so stressful, and so rushed. My family and I hardly spent any time together, with Mom always working, Grandpa tending to the family shrine, and Souta busy with school work. Life was so crazy all the time, no thanks to Inu Yasha who would never allow me to spend more than three days home at a time. Thanks to him I could hardly ever study and was barely passing any of my clases. God he annoyed me so much sometimes, always trying to pry into my life and take my time away from my family and friends. I layed my head down on my desk, burrying my head in my arms. I was so stressed, I didn't know what to do. Time was ticking by so quickly, it was rushing so so fast. I thought about how Inu Yasha was going to come retrieve me tomorrow evening, how he would take me back to his time and make me stay there for at least a week. I would have fun, that I would, but I was not in the position to have fun at the moment. I needed to study, needed to make a decent future for myself, which could only be achieved by getting good grades and obtaining vast amounts of knowledge.
I slowly stood up and made myself over to my bed, falling onto my soft mattress. I let out a small cry, not knowing what to do. I was so lost... A vision of Inu Yasha appeared in my mind. I loved him very much, that I did. But inside I feared that he did not love me in return. Sure, he looked at me with adornment in his eyes, but he looked that was at Kikyo, too. Maybe Kikyo was better for him, maybe she deserved him more than I. Maybe I wasn't worth Inu Yasha... Maybe it would never work out between us. I let myself cry freely now, not caring if anyone heard. I had heard of a way of relieving stress at school, and it supposeably worked very well. A lot of my friends did it, too, and said it was great. That it sent a small prick of pain up your spine, and you noticed noting but the pain. You'd forget about all your sorrows... Even if it was just for a short time, I was sure that it would be great... I slowly stood up and walked into my bathroom, turning on the light. I pulled the shower curtain away from my bath tub, and spotted my razor sitting in a soap dish. I slowly picked it up and held it to my wrist, pressing it against my skin with a bit of pressure, until it cut into my skin. I winced in pain as blood trickled down my arm, and I gave a small smile. I licked the blood off of my arm and set my razor back in it's proper place. I slowly stepped back in my bedroom and layed back down on my bed, yawning. Tomorrow was Sunday, the one day of the week that I did not have school. I sighed, and closed my eyes, letting my head sink into my pillow. I slowly allowed myself to fall asleep, and sank into a deep state of dreams.
~Morning~
I awoke to the sound of my mother yelling for me from downstairs. "Kagome! Breakfast! Come downstairs before your food gets cold!" she yelled from the bottom of the staircase. "Coming!" I replied, sitting up and stretching. I climbed out of my bed hesitantly, and walked over to my slippers that were next to my door. I slipped them on, and noticed my arm. Blood had dried over the wound, but was smeared all over my skin. I quickly went into my bathroom and washed away the dry blood, putting a bandaid on my arm so no one would question my wound. After I finished those precautions, I headed downstairs to see my grandfather, Souta, and my mother hurriedly cooking at the stove. "Ohayo gozaimasu," I said, smiling. "Ohayo, Kagome Chan," said my grandfather and Souta in unison. Mother was too busy cooking up a storm to respond, but gave a small nod. I sat down at my kitchen table which was covered with a bunch of different foods, and gave out a sigh. "Tired?" Souta asked, scooting over next to me. "A little," I said. After a few minutes Mom came over and sat down at the table, a big smile on her face, "Ikedekimasu!" We all started eating like there was no tomorrow, taking short breath in between bites to keep us from suffocating."So, Kagome Chan, what are you doing today?" Mom asked in between bites. "I don't know. Inu Yasha will probably come and get me later today, so, I guess other then that I'm just going to hang around." Souta got a big grin on his face, "Kagome Chan! Wanna play Dance Dance Revolution with me after breakfast?" I sighed, not being able to refuse his sweetness, "Sure, Souta Chan." He smile and said, "Great! I'm gonna beat you hands down!" I laughed, "Yeah, right. I am the DDR Queen! You said so yourself one time!" We babbled on for about ten minutes about DDR, who was better than who, what songs were the best, and so on and so forth.
Later that day, Souta and I held our Dance Dance Revolution tournament. The two dance pads were set up a few feet from the couch in our living room, so that way if we fell, we wouldin't fall on the floor. Souta was better at moving fast, but I was better with the more technical moves, which was more important. After about an hour of never ending dancing, Souta finally collapsed in defeat, "You win, Kagome. I should never of doubted your dancing power." I laughed, and patted him on the back, "Don't worry about it, you'll only improve." He sighed, "Yeah, you're right. Hey, Kagome, what happened to your wrist?" I gasped, not thinking that anyone would ask about it, "It's nothing, just a scratch I got a few days ago in Sengoku Jidai." He layed down on the couch, "Oh." I stood up and went upstairs, shoving random crap in my backpack for going to Sengoku Jidai. I knew that Inu Yasha was going to come and get me at any time now, I could just sence it. I put clothes, books, food, makeup, some other random stuff, and my razor in my backpack. I smirked as I threw my razor in my bag. 'Can't forget this,' I thought, laughing to myself. A few minutes later, I heard a knocking at my window. Inu Yasha. 'Yup, I was right. Right on time.'
(:A.N:) Well, that's it for chapter one! Please don't flame me, and PLEASE review! If you review, I'll update quicker, okay. Tell me what you like and dislike about my story so far, pleaseeee. Well, see you next time. -Mae-