Inushago: Finally, inupup got her ass in gear and finally wrote our stories!
Izayoi: Shago!! That's not nice!
Me: No, no Iz. That's ok. I've had friends like that before so I'm used to it.
Inushago: Yeah, yeah. That's nice. Can we just get on with my story now?
Me: Yes, yes, Shago. Here it is, my series of one shots about my ocs for my story 'The Years After The Great War'. First up, the oldest of these characters, Inushago, the impatient, selfish, unpredictable one.
Inushago: *groan*
Izayoi: (warningly) Inushago.....
Me: (smiles and lets the story start)
Inushago.
Basically, a day in the life of me is pretty boring. I am forced awake by my annoying quarter sister (all my sisters are annoying so to be specific, I will use what they are. Iz is quarter, Dai is human and Shimi is half for further reference), dragged out of the house by my prodigal father, lugged all over the place by my stuck up uncle, brought home with just enough time to take out my frustrations out on my drums, have dinner and then do something quiet, since the pup is being put to bed. Basically, that is my day. But I'll expand so I can complain about all the things that shit me right up the wall.
I enjoy my dreams. I dream of having never met my father and uncle, of not having to be some prince, to just be normal. But when I do dream of my father and uncle and the way things are now, I'm usually beating the both of them up (not that that would really happen, but I can dream, can't I?). They're not that bad, I guess. They just annoy me. I guess it's not that surprising though. Almost everything annoys me. Not so much Mum, but Izayoi, Daiki, Fushimi, Fushoma, Etsuko, Uncle and anybody else who crosses my path. But, I digress.
My lovely, violence filled dreams are usually interrupted by Izayoi. She's the only one, aside from Mum, who has the guts to wake me up or even come near me first thing in the morning. I'm crankier than normal when I have to be woken up. I have to admit, though, I admire Izzie. I give her so much shit and trouble and she still stands by me, supports me and guides me as though she's my older sibling.
Breakfast is generally uneventful. But having said that, any outsider would be scared at what happens at breakfast. Daiki, Fushimi and Fushoma gush over what's happening at school. I, personally, scowl at anyone who asks about my lessons with Uncle and glare at my food as I shove it in my mouth. Izzie is making plans with the pup as to what he wants to do, while Dad insults Mum's cooking, resulting in the usual argument and pending crash from that command that has him wrapped around her finger. If you ask me, it's pathetic.
As you may have guessed from my last paragraph, Izayoi and I don't go to school anymore. I have important leadership lessons that require almost every hour of my day, and I only get one day off during the week. That is another thing that pisses me off. But, I digress, again! Izayoi dropped out to help Mum with Etsuko and any other future pups. Grandma is now in a nursing home, poor woman (and I mean that! I love my grandmother!), and my uncle Souta is too busy with his job and is expecting pups of his own, though I guess they'd be kids, so neither of them can help out with my little brother. Dad helps out from time to time to give both Mum and Iz a break. But he's always got paperwork from those pain-in-the-ass annoying advisors. So Iz is stuck with the pup for most of the day.
Ugh!! I keep getting sidetracked and it's pissing the hell out of me!!
Anyway, Dad and I walk to Sounga Industries together in the mornings. He goes to pick up that paperwork I mentioned and I go for my stupid lessons. I swear, Sesshomaru must live in that building. He's there before anyone else and , unless something comes up that urgently needs his attention, he spends the entire day teaching me and 'grooming' me to be the next 'Lord of the Western Lands' (which, for anyone who is interested, stretches from Tokyo through to Kofu, at least). The entire day, I am taught how to act in public, how to assert myself against those stupid advisors and how to use a sword. There is a magnificent sword mounted in Sesshomaru's display room, that I have been told will be mine one day, and I cannot wait!
Today, as I looked at the sword while on my lunch break, Sesshomaru came up behind me.
"Magnificent, isn't it?" he asked, making me jump. I've been having these lessons for over a year now and I'm still not used to the way he does that. I saw a smirk play on his emotionless face. I smiled.
"Yeah. I cannot wait til it's mine! I'll be so powerful!"
"On the contrary, Inushago. The sword is not one of destruction" I was told. This was the first I'd heard of this, so naturally, I was pissed.
"What was that?"
"Inuyasha's sword will go to your brother, Fushoma. No more than a half breed may wield your father's sword. My sword is no weapon of destruction, that is your father's sword. Tensaiga is the sword for healing and life. It is the sword of Heaven. Sounga, you grandfather's sword, is the sword of Hell and was able to open it's gates. Tetsusaiga, your pathetic, half-breed of a father's sword, is the sword of men, able to kill 100 in one strike."
"And Tetsusaiga goes to Fushoma?! But he's the most gentle, pacifist demon I know! How come?!"
Sesshomaru went onto explain the situation and as I listened, I got angrier and angrier. Eventually I just walked out. Sesshomaru tried to follow but backed off eventually. He's just so frustrating! It's like he thinks he's better than everyone. And that pisses me off. But what pisses me off more about that fact, is that, from my point of view, it is the only thing Dad and I seem to have in common. I mean, the both of them are pricks and care only for themselves. It's almost like they are on their way out of this world and are trying to get me ready in time. Ok, so maybe that's not so true for Dad, but it has to be for my uncle, don't you think?
Hnnnnnnn. I just wish they would have waited a little longer.
By now, my anger has permeated through the house. Yes, I'm bashing up my drums. It's my only creative outlet for my anger. I'd rather not take it out on the others, no matter how much I think they deserve it and annoy me, I can't do it. I'm not that cruel. But, despite my best efforts, it does happen, and it's usually Shoma that cops it. Poor guy.
Unbeknownst to me, I'm actually playing a beat I know really well. The next thing I do know is there is a trumpet, keyboard, bass and lead guitar playing. Then, of all things, I hear my sister's voice coming out of the speakers.
"We got problems, we don't know how to solve them
Everywhere we go, we got some skeletons that follow"
I smile and begin to enjoy myself for the first time in twelve months. The lessons take up so much of my time, I don't get to play with the others anymore. I watch as Iz guides Et though his part of the song. He's an honorary member of the band. He's the special guest when we play 'Broken Hearts Parade', playing Iz's old part on the trumpet, allowing her to do her thing and sing.
While watching my brothers and sisters around me, I decide that the next day I would tell Uncle that it's too much and that I want more time with the others.
And you know what? It worked!!!!!
Inushago, future Lord of the Western Lands
Inushago: what kind of shit is that?
Inupup: well I created you so I know what goes through your mind. Tell me that that's not true, Sha.
Inushago: *face is centimetres from inupup's* it is not true.
Fushoma: who are you kidding, Sha?
Inushago: wtf? When did you get here, Sho? And where is Iz?
Fushoma: the girls came round and took her out.
Inushago: .....
Inupup: well, those are Sha's thoughts so tell us yours, k?
Fushoma: and before this lovely young woman signs out, she does not own anything about the anime, Inuyasha or the Good Charlotte song 'Broken Heart's Parade'.
Inupup: oh, Shoma, you are such a sweet boy! Thank you I had almost forgotten.
Fushoma: I know, that's why I did it. *Smiles charmingly*
Inupup: oh Shoma, don't do that!... well do but ...... ok guys next chapter we hear some of Iz's thoughts and worries, until then, bye!
Inushago: what was that about?
Fushoma: well, can you imagine Dad doing the same smile I just did?
Inushago: you do look so much like him, so I guess that's fair enough. Later, mortals.
Fushoma: ttfn!