Ello, my peeps! Ah, it has been too long since I have made a story, much too long. I'm currently working on My Guitar Hero and This isn't love so please read those as well. Well, another one commences. Let us begin.

Kagome's POV

Day 0: The Night of Reckoning

"Macho macho man….I've got to be a macho man…." I hummed softly over the roar of my blow dryer as I blew my hair dry after one hell of a great bath. It was the eve before my 15th birthday. A few friends had asked if I wanted to go out partying, but my gut told me it was just their way of dressing me up in a microscopic top and mini skirt and hook up with Hojo. The guy is quite funny and charming, but when I imagine our date I imagine singing "Please Take Care of the Children" in a chapel. Then it goes into some gospel chorus dance where kids start jumping out of nowhere and running around so fast they ricochet off the walls. Hojo of course starts clapping along with the music and little dwarfs start banging on the organ. After a few minutes of that cute little woodland animals bust through the windows like Scarface and start some sick orgy. Just when I'm on the verge of suicide Michael Jackson breaks in, red jumpsuit and all, and breaks out into "Thriller". That's when I woke up screaming.

So, due to the sleeping terrors of being with Hojo, I decided it was a safe choice to celebrate my birthday with my mom, Souta, and my bastard cat that got me into this mess in the first place. Oh yeah, my grandfather was there too.

I dressed in a usual attire of jeans and a comfy pink sweater and made my way downstairs. I could smell ramen. Mmm, my favourite. I was just about to sit in the living room and wait for dinner when my cheap-asshole of a grandfather called me over to the hall way. I sat down next to him and offered a weak smile. "Kagome, I wanted to give you something special, just for your 15th birthday. So, I got you this." He said in a feeble voice. In his hands was green box that read, 'Coach'. OH MY SUGAR BLOSSUMS. HE GOT ME A DECIDEDLY AVERAGE GIFT. Tears welled in my eyes, and I looked at him with his kind smile. I squeezed him as hard as I could. "Thank you, grandpa! Thank you!" I squealed and tore the bag open…….My god.

"EEEWW!!!"

"Kagome! It's an authentic-"

"EEEEWWW!"

"Grand daughter, that is a good luck char-"

"EEEEEWWW!"

He walked away as I threw the hand to the floor. It was a mutated colour and held a certain smell to it. I picked it up with a napkin and carried it to my room. I threw it on the bed but my hand hit it and I launched it. What the? I walked cautiously over to the bed and realized that 1) the hand smelled of rubber 2) the hand was sliced at the wrist perfectly straight, no bone jutting out or anything and 3) on the palm it read "Made in China".

Authentic my ass gramps.

I threw the piece of shit back on the bed and went down for dinner.

I sat next to my preteen brother, Souta, and my mother sat with the fucking cheap old man across our table. In my plate was a bowl of hot steaming ramen. Just as I was about to dig in I felt a presence behind me. A terrifying, bone-chilling, presence of darkness that loomed behind me.

Boyu.

"H-hey kitty," I stammered softly and waved a little. The cat's eyes narrowed and just like he was some devil cat he leaped up on the table right next to my bowl of ramen, eyeing it. I suddenly knew what he had in mind.

"No, Boyu, this is my ramen." I said as sweetly as possible, patting his white head. I tried to not looked at him but I saw him put his face right near my bowl, about to take a bite. I pulled the bowl closer to me. I had some of the noddles between my chopsticks when I saw his paw land right in the ramen. "No, Boyu, this MY RAMEN." I repeated, a bit more agitated and lowered my face to the bowl….only to be eye level with him.

"NO , BOYU, THIS IS MINE RAMEN!" I shouted and scouted my chair out, my face still eye level with him.

He lifted his paw and still watched me as his face further inched in the bowl.

"NO BOYU, YOU BAD KITTY- NOO! BOYU! THIS IS MY RAME-"

Boyu bit into all my ramen and ran away with it, carrying it in his mouth. I screamed as my family stared at me and searched for him in our downstairs bathroom, kitchen, living room, and hallway until I went back upstairs and slammed my bedroom door. I changed into pjs and brushed out my hair when I noticed something was missing. The hand.

"How…?" I breathed and turned to meet green cat eyes standing in my half open door way.

"You." I said to the little monster. He narrowed his eyes once more. "You took the fucking hand."

He stared at me, god knows what he was thinking, and stalked off slowly, calmly. I stuffed my face into my pillow and screamed until I fell asleep.

Little did I know that cat had just started his reign of terror. The worst was about to begin, and it all hell unleashed the next day.

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