"You're nothing but a half-breed,"

"No one could ever love you,"

"You should die,"

"It's entire your fault this happen,"

"Your nothing but trash,"

"You deserve to die,"

The voices kept running through a young man's mind. Putting his clawed hands into his long silver hair and grabbing a few strands of hair by his silver dog ears that were on top of his head. Squeezing his golden eyes tightly shut as tears trailed down his face as he curled up into a ball on the dirty floor, hoping that the voices that haunt him would go away. His clothes were old and torn with blood soak in with his tears.

He heard a noise next to him. Instantly looking up, he looked around the room cautiously as he scooted back a little into the wall as his eyes darted from one corner to another trying to find where the sound had come from. Freezing, when he thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Quickly he looked to where he saw it as he took a sniff of the air.

Not smelling anyone nor hearing anything, he looked around again. He could have sworn that he saw someone. Just as he turned around, he felt someone's hand on his shoulder. Looking at his shoulder where he felt the hand, he didn't see anything. But he could feel the pressure on his shoulder as if someone had put their hand on it. Leaning against the wall, he let the strange feeling of warmth and safety wash over him, if not just for a little while.

It had been so long since the last time that he felt this way, that he couldn't refuse it. Closing his eyes, he was glad that he fell into a dreamless slumber. At least for tonight, he would be able to sleep without his past coming to haunt him and his fears come to life.

The next morning, he woke to another day. Standing up, he wished that he could stay in his room and never leave. But he knew he couldn't do that. He had to go to work. An old lady, name Kaede, gave him a job to help pay for his rundown apartment.

She wasn't like everyone else. Never caring that he was a hanyou, she only showed him love and kindness. The type of person, that never judge a person, by what they look like, rather who they were. He was lucky to meet her one night that he was running from a group of men that were trying to kill him.

Quickly she had ushered the hanyou into her house to hide him from the mob. Getting ready to leave, the old woman offered a place to stay. Not wanting anything bad to happen to her, he declined. But because of her old age, he goes over to her house and helped take care of her which she gives him some money to pay for his place.

At first he didn't want to take the money from her. But after a while of looking for a job, that nobody wanted to hire him for, he gave in. Though he only took the rent money, any extra money she tried to slip him, would go to supple for her. She really was a kind of old lady.

Quickly, he walked to the old lady's house, the less time he spent outside, the better. Making it to her house in fifteen minutes, he let his self in. Walking through the house, he went straight for the kitchen to get started on breakfast. Knowing that the old woman was still in bed, he set out to work on making breakfast for them.

While he was getting out the eggs, butter, and bacon from the refrigerator, he had the feeling that someone was standing behind him. Looking out of the corner of his eye, as he balanced the food in his arm, he saw a young girl standing at the door way. Quickly he turned around, almost dropping the food in his arms, to find no one there. Putting the food on the counter he shook off the feeling and blame it on lack of sleep.

But no matter how many times he tried to clear his head, he kept feeling like someone was behind him. And every time he looked from the corner of his eye, he could swear that someone was there. And every time he found no one there. By the tenth time he was almost finished with breakfast and that is when he heard it.

A soft giggle reached his ears. It was so soft that if he was outside, he would have thought that it was the wind. Looking wildly around, he could not find where it had came from. As his golden eyes darted from corner to corner, everything went quiet. Not a sound could be heard for a few moments, before he shrugged it off to put the cooked food onto two plates.

Kaede came into the kitchen as he was putting the plates on the table and pouring some orange juice for the two of them. The old woman short gray hair that was pulled up into a small ponytail with a few short pieces sticking out over her forehead as her brown eyes lit with joy when they landed on the hanyou.

"How are ye this morning, Inuyasha?" Kaede asked as she sat down at the small rectangle table that had four chairs.

"Keh," he said as he sat down across from her and started to eat his food.

They ate in silence, but he kept looking at the chair next to him. He kept seeing someone sitting in the empty chair. With each time that he looked he would become even more irritated. Looking over at Kaede, he saw that she was busy eating her breakfast and didn't seem to have his problem.

Growling did him little, for all it did was doubt his sanity. For when he growled, he heard that softly light giggle again. It was not like everyone could have sworn to see someone that wasn't there and hear giggling without being called crazy for it. With a heavy sigh, he pushed all thoughts away as he finished his breakfast.

"Is anything wrong?" Kaede asked with a small smile.

"No," the hanyou answered as he started to clear the table.

"Are you sure?" the old woman asked as she watched him.

"…no," he said a bit hesitant before looking at the old woman.

"Would you like to talk about it?" she asked.

"You know I'm not good at talking." he answered frustrated.

"Take ye time than, I'm not going anywhere." Kaede said patiently.

"It's just," he sighed, "this is going to sound insane. But I feel like someone is around me. But I can't see them. It's like I can feel then…well her." he tried to explain.

"Her?" Kaede asked with a black brow raised.

"I'm sure it's a girl. I think I heard her laugh. And she tried to confront me. Though every time I look, I don't see her." he said looking down uncomfortably.

"Why do ye think that is?" Kaede asked as if she was trying to lead him to the answer.

"I don't know," he said honestly.

"Do ye know anything about her?" Kaede tried again.

"The only thing I know is that she appeared last night." Inuyasha said looking at her for some help.

"Well maybe, ye should find out more about her." Kaede said.

"How?" he asked.

'Ask' he heard a soft voice whisper.

I don't own Inuyasha and friends. Ok so now that that said, I'm so happy, this is my 17th story. I know you probably don't see the big deal, but 17 is my number. So I'm happy that it's this story. I hope that you will drop a review to tell me if you like it or if I should just start another story. But until next time. Cya.

Isabella the White Tiger