Nobody understand the mystery, the pieces that made up my sister Kikyo.

She was so hard to understand and there was always something about her nobody could ignore. She had been only my half sister, but the resemble was striking even though we were a few years apart. If anything she was a troubled teenager considering her father abandoned her and committed suicide within her household. She had come home from school to see him on the counter, with pill bottles on the floor. .After that, she had went through foster homes, and shelters.. Every time she saw those kind of commercials on TV she'd flick it off. It was like as though looking at those children she could see a reflection of herself in their sad eyes slowly losing hope.

She didn't have to be obsessed with looks, or worry about simple things like acne that scarred every teenager throughout their life time. All she had to do was put a smile on her face. Simple as that. She dated many guys, and each one was a different face, a different name, never the same one guy. It was hard enough for me to remember their names, let alone their faces.

Each one was skinny with different hair styles and of course I met them all. . It was obvious what she was doing, and being young everything had went over my head. It was always when our mother left for work being a busy flight attendant Kikyo would bring over these mysterious strangers that I knew for only hours. She would could out in skirts and tight buttoned up tops, that could easily be ripped apart by temptation. She would wait patiently at the door and would hike her skirt up, when a knock was at the door.

She would introduce me as her little sister, and kindly I would smile and knew what was expected of me. She always told me to go outside and play, and sometimes I was jealous how everything else got her attention except me. It became like a choir, to go outside and entertain myself and maybe stay at a few friends houses. My mother was never home, and Kikyo always took that opportunity. I always asked her why wasn't he around anymore, and she would whisper in my ear, as though the walls weren't suppose to hear 'He wasn't right for me.'

It was then I met one of her guy friends, who wasn't a stranger. He came over frequently, and that came as a surprise. He had a very deep voice, and eyes that were wide and colorful like windows to his soul. I started to believe my sister found something in one of them, that he was the special guy she always talked about, but never had a name for. He interacted with me, and actually knew I existed.. He had taken me out, bought me ice cream and Kikyo had never seemed so pleased. Kikyo always gave me little talks that one day I would likely understand. They all had hidden little meanings, like a fortune cookie would have.

It was the one night where my curiosity has blind sighted me. I had come home very early, and for a young kid I knew a lot about the world around me. I would take the local transit every day while Kikyo would be volunteering, and getting through the rest of school.

I had sat myself down in the kitchen, left a message telling my worried mother that I was okay and how she would say she was proud of me no matter where she was. She would tell me about these interesting people she met, the trips, and the stories they told. Kikyo probably met different types of guys just like my mother met so many different people on flights.

I had made myself up something on the stove top, and proceeded to grab myself a glass of milk. Its when I hear a spark of laughter outside the side door, and a heavy voice along side of her. The shadows became bigger as they approached the door, and then a slight hesitant pause as the key met with the lock.

" My sister won't be home yet. She has to take the local transit so it should be awhile. So we don't have to worry about getting caught." My sister whispered up against the outside of the door. The back of her head and parts of her bright green and navy school uniform was all that could be seen. Within seconds he leaned her into the door, hands lightly turning her cheek, and slowly grazing down until nothing could be seen anymore.

It was then I heard another click of the door, and quickly I grabbed my rainbow colored backpack with the doll print on it, and placed them safely in the corner of my parent's room where she would never be able to find them. It was like a train wreck, awful to see but you just had to watch.

Finally, the door carefully swung open. There standing in the kitchen was a tall but a very handsome young man, and it was obvious by his features and his voice he was a few years older then her. He had the longest black hair I'd ever seen, and his smile was something of the sort.

" I'm sorry things are such a mess here. Last thing you need to think is I have a dirty home." Kikyo's voice trailed off picking up the dishes.

Inuyasha laughed at her, and grabbed the dish rags and placed it to the side, and grabbed her by the torso right against himself.

" You should see my house! Its pretty bad. Don't worry about these things. I'll help you next time with them.promise."

He gently stole away the beaten looking rag of a cloth, and placed it to the side against the counter. My sister just stood there starry eyed, taken by the offer that he would come back and help her do them. I knew if my sister had ever known I was in the house when she had guys over, I would have been somewhere else but there. She had a tempter, and without warning could go from a sweet person to someone completely over the edge.

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I moved myself closer to the railing up top near the stairs, holding my beaten up teddy bear that my father had given me before he ran out on the whole entire family. The two black buttons were a sad excuse for eyes, and the cotton stuffing was coming out where his stitch had been placed.

His hands moved closer to her, until her whole body was engulfed in his. His hands outlined her body staring from her shoulder, to the waist down. Carefully she gave him smile, and that's when his lips grasped a hold of hers. It was a like a dance, slow at first and then become faster.

That's when she placed her fingertips on his lips. He had stopped his actions, and when my sister had suggested upstairs would be a nicer place for them to relax in. Quickly she grabbed his hands, luring him and that's when my heart jumped to my throat. For someone who was small, I ran as fast as I could into the nearest room. I closed the door and took cover in the blind closet.

" Why up here? Does it even matter where we do it exactly?"

He questioned my sister, and she just laughed it off as anything else. She carefully knocked him on the head, and headed into her beautifully designed room she had painted herself. It was a beautiful sky blue, with everything purple and red. She had the biggest bed in the house, full of candles and little in scents. I had always wondered as a child why she had a lock on that door, and why there was always loud music on when I came into the house.

" Well, I have a very comfortable bed." She gave the a seductive smirk, and when the door shut and finally the conversation drifted away. Words were a waste of time to her.

" Fuck me, Inuyasha."

In the closest, I had a front row seat of the whole show. My knees folded together, trying to get as comfortable as I could against boxes, wires and all the junk she had stuffed. I tried to be so still, quiet like mouse and hoped to god she would never discover me.