A/n: Well Inuyasha fans, I'm sad to announce that this will be my last Inuyasha fiction for a while. I'm moving on to other animes like Wolf's Rain, Vampire Hunter D, and maybe a Card Captors fiction((not sure yet)) Depending on weather or not THIS last fiction is a hit will determine weather I ever write another Inuyasha story. I'm doing this because every idea to ever be thought of has already been done! Haha. So I think I need to expand my horizons.
Grammar: It's going to be the best it can be!!! Promise!!
NOTE#1: I am officially accepting all criticism. Negative, Positive, Neutral. I PROMISE NOT TO GO OFF ON THE NEGATIVE COMMENTS!!! mainly because this is the last fiction and I'm taking in everyone's opinion.
NOTE#2: If you don't like the story, which you are entitled to, please don't write me a paragraph telling me how much it sucks, because if you're trying to hurt my feelings you'll be wasting your time. I REALLY don't care about your life's story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and Co. I won't repeat this through out the entire story. It's a waste of time.
Prologue:
Ren walked through the aisles of books, extremely bored. 'Why does she constantly make me come here?' "Are you done Sakura?" she called out to her friend. Sakura sighed. "Can you give me one minute please? I need to find a book for my book report. Since you have a D in the class, I suggest you do the same."
'She's right..Dad's going to kill me if he finds out I've been skipping third period.' Looking at the Books, Ren started to look. After the third row, she was ready to go home and watch T.V. "There's nothing in this friggin store to-." She stopped in mid-sentence when something caught her eye.
Walking over to the Adult section, She spotted a golden book, with a star dangling from the sides. Picking it up, She read the cover. "Family Portrait-Diary of a Lost Soul." Underneath the title, was a photo of a picture perfect family.
Ren shrugged. "Guess it wouldn't hurt to take a look." She opened up to the First page, and started reading the neat cursive.
Chapter One. Lost Paradise
My father always told me, "When life gives you a lemon, make lemonade." Of course, he was never one to take his own advice. The Higurashi family isn't the kind of people I would have chose for myself, but hey-can't pick n' choose right? I must have pissed god off in the future, because my life was a living hell. I guess the easiest way is to start off with my parents.
Beautiful, talented, smart, and ambitious, Amaya Toyo was everything a man could want in a woman. Being of high status, she always wanted the finer things in life, because she was brought up to believe she deserved them- she did. And nothing came finer than my father Seru Higurashi. He wasn't born of money, but was smart, and conning, well on his way to fortune. He had class, taste, charm, and an obscene obsession with sex. When he met my mother, it was lust at first sight. Now how my parents became is one of the stories told by point of view. One might say that my father raped my mother, and she became addicted to him. Others claim they were madly in 'Rome and Juliet' love, unable to keep their hands off each other. Either way they messed around, got married, and then did the most unexpected thing either of them had ever done. They had me.
I was born on December 24th 1983. My mother called me the apple of her eye, daddy claimed I was his heart. Things seemed to be fine, I was a happily adored child, making everyone laugh, my parents were still very much in love, not afraid to show it, or do it rather, anywhere. My mom gave birth to a lovely baby boy when I turned 5 and I never saw my father's face light up with so much joy. Life was beautiful, up until the time I turned 7.
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"What does this mean?" Amaya had to take a seat, feeling her legs were about to snap, too devastated to stand any longer. Seru took a deep breath and let it out. "It means we'll have to sell the house." "ALL FOUR OF THEM?" "Yes dear, all of them."
She shot up from her seat furious. "How could you?!! Huh Seru?! Were you thinking of any of your family worth shit when you invested all our money away?!!" "Of course I was!!" I just made a wrong move, that's all." "YOU THINK?!!"
Kagome sat in a corner outside of the kitchen, listening to her parents argue. This had become a reacquiring thing ever since Souta turned two. She didn't worry about it too much. Daddy would yell at mommy, mommy would slap daddy, daddy would slam mommy into a wall, putting his hand up her skirt, mommy would make sounds, then they'd fuck.
Convinced everything would be fine, she happily waited for the routine to begin. It did. In the exact same sequence. Kagome peeked around the corner to see her parents grinding together on the kitchen floor-her daddy yelling at her mommy to say his name, mommy shouting it from the top of her lungs.
Deciding to give them some privacy, she went to go check on her brother.
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Souta, despite all the commotion downstairs, was still sleeping like the cute baby he is. Kagome adored him more than anything. After saying a silent prayer, for him, she went back to her room, and went to sleep. Life was still great, but....'What did daddy mean about selling the house?'
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The day we moved, I couldn't stop crying. I was leaving all my friends and glorious life behind for a three bedroom apartment on the rough-neck end of Queens. People there were mean, loud, and filthy. I attended, public school PS-118, and was skipped ahead a grade because I was in private school before. I only made one friend in school, his name was Miroku. He lived to Flights down from me, so were always hanging out.
When I grew tired of my parents bickering, and JUST bickering, I would climb down the fire escape next to my bedroom window, into his bedroom, and climb on the top bunk of his bed. His family, unlike mine was very quiet. His mother, Mika, was a librarian, so she never rose her voice above a whisper. His father Taki, was a car salesmen-I don't see how.
One night when I was about nine, something happened. Something that changed my whole perspective on life. Something that brought me and Miroku even closer, and my family, even further.
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Kagome let out a gust of wasted air. She sat in her room quietly brushing her porcelain doll's hair, bored. She couldn't sleep, and the storm from the night before had knocked out the television's reception, so there she sat with nothing else to do.
A series of bumps came from the stairs, causing her to jump. It didn't help that she had just finished watching the Biography of Lizzie Borden two nights before either. The noise continued to increase, pretty soon it was right at her door.
She shrieked, the climbing under her covers. Kagome went into hysterics about the boogie man and a woman with an ax coming to chop her up. The doorknob turned, and the door busted open. Kagome pulled down the sheets just an inch, just to see her father. She giggled, relief spreading through her veins.
"Daddy you scared me! What are you-." Seru snatched the covers from the bed, grabbing her legs. "What are you doing?!" Kagome kicked, and screamed as her father forced her face into the bed, pushing her night gown up to her waist, and pulling her panties down to her knees.
"Stop!! Let me go, lemme go!!" Seru slapped her ass, shouting at her to shut up. Kagome spotted her porcelain doll at the edge of the bed. Quickly grabbing it, she used all her strength to turn around, slamming the toy into her father's head. The doll broke into pieces, her father falling to the floor, knocked out.
Scrambling off the bed, she pulled up her panties, looking down at Seru, who was now bleeding face, his pants undone and his rock hard penis in the air. Clearly scared shit-less, she ran to her window, scurrying down the latter to Miroku's room, where she tripped over what felt like a toy, causing a loud crash.
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Miroku jumped up at the noise, running over to the light. He found Kagome sitting next to the window, soaking wet, holding her knee and crying. He never saw her cry before. He walked over to her and took a seat. "Kagome what's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?"
She shook her head no frantically, sobbing into her knee. He wiped the tears away from her eyes with his thumb. "Come on. Tell me." "H-h-he t-tried -t-t-t-to.." Miroku had never heard her this scared. "Who tried to do something? It 's okay."
He pulled her into a hug, where she cried until she couldn't cry any more.
"You ready now?" She told him what happened, not leaving a thing out. By the end of the story, Miroku grabbed his baseball bat and headed to the window, furious. Kagome watched him. "Where are you going?" "To beat the bastard's face in!" he replied, clearly pissed. "NO!" She ran to the window, blocking his path.
"Why not?!" "Because he's my father! And b-besides, I don't think he meant it." Her eyes pleaded for him to stay. Miroku sighed, dropping the bat. "I'll get you some dry clothes."
When he came back with the oversized shirt, she changed, then snuggled up in bed next to him. Kagome stared at Miroku, and he did the same. "Uh. Kagome?" "Yeah?" "Can I ask you something?" She smirked. "Just did." he rolled his eyes. "Anyway, can I see what you look like?"
Kagome was confused. Was Miroku blind? "You see me everyday. We're looking at each other right now!" "No. Not like that. I meant can I look down there." His gaze went down to the covers landing on her waist.
"Why?" she asked. He shrugged. "Never seen one before, and you saw your dad's wiener, so..." Kagome gave this some thought for a moment. 'I don't see why not. I mean he IS my best friend. My only friend.' She nodded. "Okay. Go turn on the night light."
Miroku got out of the bed, turning on his lamp, that only lit a corner of the room. Kagome stood up, facing Miroku. "You ready?" he eagerly nodded. She reached under the shirt, pulling her panties down to her knees, then slowly lifted up the shirt.
Miroku gazed at her vagina, in a complete trance. 'So that's what it looks like!' "Can I touch it?" he asked absently. Kagome smirked with a sigh. "Yes." She looked down watching him stroke her, then put a finger inside.
Miroku started to wiggle his finger, making Kagome laugh. "That tickles!" She pushed his hand away, and watched him blush. Then they both heard his door open.
--((A/n: HA! And that's where Miroku got his love for women! LOL. This story is only going to get better so keep reading! Aren't you people are just dying to know what happens next right?! So gimme some feed back! Did you like it, love it, hate it?! I promise this will be the best damn Inuyasha fiction I've ever put out so you MUST keep reading, because I can't stop writing it! The plot is so intense, original, mind blowing- sigh- just read and review!! I might not update this story as fast as I do others, because I'm working on the ending of Trials of the Heart-(BTW is going to blow your fuckin minds)-. Okay later people!!! Loveya! LazyMadHatter A.K.A. Lazydoll06))--
Grammar: It's going to be the best it can be!!! Promise!!
NOTE#1: I am officially accepting all criticism. Negative, Positive, Neutral. I PROMISE NOT TO GO OFF ON THE NEGATIVE COMMENTS!!! mainly because this is the last fiction and I'm taking in everyone's opinion.
NOTE#2: If you don't like the story, which you are entitled to, please don't write me a paragraph telling me how much it sucks, because if you're trying to hurt my feelings you'll be wasting your time. I REALLY don't care about your life's story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and Co. I won't repeat this through out the entire story. It's a waste of time.
Prologue:
Ren walked through the aisles of books, extremely bored. 'Why does she constantly make me come here?' "Are you done Sakura?" she called out to her friend. Sakura sighed. "Can you give me one minute please? I need to find a book for my book report. Since you have a D in the class, I suggest you do the same."
'She's right..Dad's going to kill me if he finds out I've been skipping third period.' Looking at the Books, Ren started to look. After the third row, she was ready to go home and watch T.V. "There's nothing in this friggin store to-." She stopped in mid-sentence when something caught her eye.
Walking over to the Adult section, She spotted a golden book, with a star dangling from the sides. Picking it up, She read the cover. "Family Portrait-Diary of a Lost Soul." Underneath the title, was a photo of a picture perfect family.
Ren shrugged. "Guess it wouldn't hurt to take a look." She opened up to the First page, and started reading the neat cursive.
Chapter One. Lost Paradise
My father always told me, "When life gives you a lemon, make lemonade." Of course, he was never one to take his own advice. The Higurashi family isn't the kind of people I would have chose for myself, but hey-can't pick n' choose right? I must have pissed god off in the future, because my life was a living hell. I guess the easiest way is to start off with my parents.
Beautiful, talented, smart, and ambitious, Amaya Toyo was everything a man could want in a woman. Being of high status, she always wanted the finer things in life, because she was brought up to believe she deserved them- she did. And nothing came finer than my father Seru Higurashi. He wasn't born of money, but was smart, and conning, well on his way to fortune. He had class, taste, charm, and an obscene obsession with sex. When he met my mother, it was lust at first sight. Now how my parents became is one of the stories told by point of view. One might say that my father raped my mother, and she became addicted to him. Others claim they were madly in 'Rome and Juliet' love, unable to keep their hands off each other. Either way they messed around, got married, and then did the most unexpected thing either of them had ever done. They had me.
I was born on December 24th 1983. My mother called me the apple of her eye, daddy claimed I was his heart. Things seemed to be fine, I was a happily adored child, making everyone laugh, my parents were still very much in love, not afraid to show it, or do it rather, anywhere. My mom gave birth to a lovely baby boy when I turned 5 and I never saw my father's face light up with so much joy. Life was beautiful, up until the time I turned 7.
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"What does this mean?" Amaya had to take a seat, feeling her legs were about to snap, too devastated to stand any longer. Seru took a deep breath and let it out. "It means we'll have to sell the house." "ALL FOUR OF THEM?" "Yes dear, all of them."
She shot up from her seat furious. "How could you?!! Huh Seru?! Were you thinking of any of your family worth shit when you invested all our money away?!!" "Of course I was!!" I just made a wrong move, that's all." "YOU THINK?!!"
Kagome sat in a corner outside of the kitchen, listening to her parents argue. This had become a reacquiring thing ever since Souta turned two. She didn't worry about it too much. Daddy would yell at mommy, mommy would slap daddy, daddy would slam mommy into a wall, putting his hand up her skirt, mommy would make sounds, then they'd fuck.
Convinced everything would be fine, she happily waited for the routine to begin. It did. In the exact same sequence. Kagome peeked around the corner to see her parents grinding together on the kitchen floor-her daddy yelling at her mommy to say his name, mommy shouting it from the top of her lungs.
Deciding to give them some privacy, she went to go check on her brother.
!!!
Souta, despite all the commotion downstairs, was still sleeping like the cute baby he is. Kagome adored him more than anything. After saying a silent prayer, for him, she went back to her room, and went to sleep. Life was still great, but....'What did daddy mean about selling the house?'
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The day we moved, I couldn't stop crying. I was leaving all my friends and glorious life behind for a three bedroom apartment on the rough-neck end of Queens. People there were mean, loud, and filthy. I attended, public school PS-118, and was skipped ahead a grade because I was in private school before. I only made one friend in school, his name was Miroku. He lived to Flights down from me, so were always hanging out.
When I grew tired of my parents bickering, and JUST bickering, I would climb down the fire escape next to my bedroom window, into his bedroom, and climb on the top bunk of his bed. His family, unlike mine was very quiet. His mother, Mika, was a librarian, so she never rose her voice above a whisper. His father Taki, was a car salesmen-I don't see how.
One night when I was about nine, something happened. Something that changed my whole perspective on life. Something that brought me and Miroku even closer, and my family, even further.
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Kagome let out a gust of wasted air. She sat in her room quietly brushing her porcelain doll's hair, bored. She couldn't sleep, and the storm from the night before had knocked out the television's reception, so there she sat with nothing else to do.
A series of bumps came from the stairs, causing her to jump. It didn't help that she had just finished watching the Biography of Lizzie Borden two nights before either. The noise continued to increase, pretty soon it was right at her door.
She shrieked, the climbing under her covers. Kagome went into hysterics about the boogie man and a woman with an ax coming to chop her up. The doorknob turned, and the door busted open. Kagome pulled down the sheets just an inch, just to see her father. She giggled, relief spreading through her veins.
"Daddy you scared me! What are you-." Seru snatched the covers from the bed, grabbing her legs. "What are you doing?!" Kagome kicked, and screamed as her father forced her face into the bed, pushing her night gown up to her waist, and pulling her panties down to her knees.
"Stop!! Let me go, lemme go!!" Seru slapped her ass, shouting at her to shut up. Kagome spotted her porcelain doll at the edge of the bed. Quickly grabbing it, she used all her strength to turn around, slamming the toy into her father's head. The doll broke into pieces, her father falling to the floor, knocked out.
Scrambling off the bed, she pulled up her panties, looking down at Seru, who was now bleeding face, his pants undone and his rock hard penis in the air. Clearly scared shit-less, she ran to her window, scurrying down the latter to Miroku's room, where she tripped over what felt like a toy, causing a loud crash.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Miroku jumped up at the noise, running over to the light. He found Kagome sitting next to the window, soaking wet, holding her knee and crying. He never saw her cry before. He walked over to her and took a seat. "Kagome what's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?"
She shook her head no frantically, sobbing into her knee. He wiped the tears away from her eyes with his thumb. "Come on. Tell me." "H-h-he t-tried -t-t-t-to.." Miroku had never heard her this scared. "Who tried to do something? It 's okay."
He pulled her into a hug, where she cried until she couldn't cry any more.
"You ready now?" She told him what happened, not leaving a thing out. By the end of the story, Miroku grabbed his baseball bat and headed to the window, furious. Kagome watched him. "Where are you going?" "To beat the bastard's face in!" he replied, clearly pissed. "NO!" She ran to the window, blocking his path.
"Why not?!" "Because he's my father! And b-besides, I don't think he meant it." Her eyes pleaded for him to stay. Miroku sighed, dropping the bat. "I'll get you some dry clothes."
When he came back with the oversized shirt, she changed, then snuggled up in bed next to him. Kagome stared at Miroku, and he did the same. "Uh. Kagome?" "Yeah?" "Can I ask you something?" She smirked. "Just did." he rolled his eyes. "Anyway, can I see what you look like?"
Kagome was confused. Was Miroku blind? "You see me everyday. We're looking at each other right now!" "No. Not like that. I meant can I look down there." His gaze went down to the covers landing on her waist.
"Why?" she asked. He shrugged. "Never seen one before, and you saw your dad's wiener, so..." Kagome gave this some thought for a moment. 'I don't see why not. I mean he IS my best friend. My only friend.' She nodded. "Okay. Go turn on the night light."
Miroku got out of the bed, turning on his lamp, that only lit a corner of the room. Kagome stood up, facing Miroku. "You ready?" he eagerly nodded. She reached under the shirt, pulling her panties down to her knees, then slowly lifted up the shirt.
Miroku gazed at her vagina, in a complete trance. 'So that's what it looks like!' "Can I touch it?" he asked absently. Kagome smirked with a sigh. "Yes." She looked down watching him stroke her, then put a finger inside.
Miroku started to wiggle his finger, making Kagome laugh. "That tickles!" She pushed his hand away, and watched him blush. Then they both heard his door open.
--((A/n: HA! And that's where Miroku got his love for women! LOL. This story is only going to get better so keep reading! Aren't you people are just dying to know what happens next right?! So gimme some feed back! Did you like it, love it, hate it?! I promise this will be the best damn Inuyasha fiction I've ever put out so you MUST keep reading, because I can't stop writing it! The plot is so intense, original, mind blowing- sigh- just read and review!! I might not update this story as fast as I do others, because I'm working on the ending of Trials of the Heart-(BTW is going to blow your fuckin minds)-. Okay later people!!! Loveya! LazyMadHatter A.K.A. Lazydoll06))--