Hi everyone!! I just got this new idea for a story, and I don't know if
it's been done before, but I'm going to try it and see how it works out.
Summary:
After losing all of her family in a series of accidents, Kagome Higurashi has been shuffled from foster-home to foster-home constantly. The pain of her family's death sent her into depression, and she processed it into outward anger. She disobeys her teachers, doesn't do her schoolwork, and gets into trouble with the law on an almost daily basis. In short, she's an anti-social juvenile criminal. Every student and teacher alike fears her name, and the owner of it, and every being, be it school or the police station, or the entire city for that matter, hates and fears her. She runs away and...meets a gangster. Will this new stranger improve her outlook on life, or will he only make it worse?
^ hm...Some summary..
Hope you all enjoy!
'Fools. All of them.'
Kagome Higurashi sat at the very back of her algebra classroom, shaking her head in disgust at the perkily chatting students. She hated school. She hated people. She hated everything.
It was a wonder she even showed up in class today. It didn't matter if she stayed in the shambled shack she called home. No one would miss her anyway. Teachers' faces paled at the sight of her, and her name was worse than the foulest cuss word.
Not too long ago, she was like these pathetic people. Her smile was happy and bright, and she had no worries. Well, if you counted the occasional history test. But that didn't matter anymore. She would sooner waste time studying than watch a weekend long marathon of Hamtaro.
People had always looked down on her, telling her that her life was nothing. Some even had the nerve to tell her to be nicer.
She snorted.
As if! If no one would take the time to be pleasant to her, then why should she do the same?
From somewhere to the corner of the noisy room, Kagome's ears picked out the sound of weak sobbing.
"He said he loved me! I'm so sad!"
Kagome closed her eyes in annoyance. It was just another girl crying over her stupid boyfriend. These people were all the same. At least they had someone to love.
Kagome didn't. She had no one.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
A bright-eyed schoolgirl skipped down the street, happily humming.
She was on her way home from another wonderful day of school. Her life was perfect. ...Tons of friends, countless admirers, soaring grades, and a wonderful family to come home to every day.
As Kagome neared her family's shrine, a police car blared past her, speeding out of sight.
A faint tinge of worry touched Kagome's heart, but she ignored it.
The sight 'round the corner made her gasp, and her heartbeat increased rapidly.
There were two fire trucks and a few police cars parked awkwardly at the driveway. Too many people to count bustled around, each with a frantic purpose. She gaped at the scene. Debris was piled up in many places, and there was shouting coming from everywhere.
In a few minutes, the people slowed, and all activity came to a halt as they spotted the frozen girl staring at the incident.
Kagome looked to her right, where a fireman was gesturing wildly to a man in a trench coat, leaning against his police car with a defeated expression.
It was a good thing they were out of her earshot, because she had a feeling she did NOT want to know what they were discussing. Trench Coat sighed, and held his head in his hands. But he felt Kagome's eyes staring at him, and looked in her direction.
He held up his hand to the fireman, and made his way cautiously over to Kagome's patch of cement.
When he finally reached her, his eyes softened.
"Kagome Higurashi?"
Kagome couldn't find her voice, but she nodded.
Trench Coat sighed sadly.
"I'm afraid there's been a..fire. And.."
His voice tapered off and ended.
Kagome knew what was next. She took a deep breath and asked:
"Who?"
Her voice was hoarse, like she had been crying for hours.
"We found the...remains of a child and a small adult."
Kagome bit back sobs and pushed back sobs. 'Sota..Grandpa..gone..' Her eyes glazed, and she nodded dumbly. "Mom?" she asked. She had meant to say: 'what about Mom?', but the officer seemed to understand.
He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Ash.."
Kagome's heart leapt up to her throat. "Gone..?" she asked weakly.
The officer bowed his head.
Suddenly, Kagome's legs buckled, and she fell to the cold cement in a dark faint.
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In one day, she had lost everyone she ever loved. They all left her to fend for herself. Kagome learned later that the stove had been left on, and the wiring sparked and caught fire to the house.
All because someone wanted tea.
She was fourteen when it happened, and that was two years ago.
Kagome had been sent to a foster home, but it didn't turn out happily. The father ended up beating her, and the rest of the family despised her. So she took revenge.
One day, that family had found their house a pile of ashes, and all their money stolen.
The way Kagome saw it, they had deserved it all along. They had been weak. The weak never survive.
The moment she had run away, she decided that she would never need anyone. She was sneaky and manipulative, and always managed to escape danger, if she wasn't a part of it herself.
She became a gang leader, and became a druggie.
But the cops caught her anyway.
After much debate, she was sent to a different foster home. And another one. And another one.
So far, she had lived with up to 43 families, each one finding a surprise left for them after her escape.
Along with her family fell her love of life, and now she only saw the world as an unkind, dark, and dirty place. But it didn't matter.
She wouldn't cry because she was strong. She wouldn't cry because she wasn't weak. She wouldn't cry, because she didn't need anyone.
At least that's what she always told herself.
Suddenly, the boisterous chatter died down as the teacher glided into the room. With a prolonged glance, he set his piercing eyes on every student.
Mr. Lewell.
The only teacher she knew of who had so much calm-but-powerful willpower. He understood what it was like to have nothing. His family had been killed in a gang shoot-out when he was a little kid.
Since then, he had grown into a stern man. He knew what pain was. He knew what loneliness was. He knew that life was only what you believed it was. And for that reason, he believed life was just a tired stage full of pain and betrayal.
And for those reasons, he was the only teacher Kagome would ever come to respect. He seemed just as much angry at the world as she was.
Without a word, he opened his briefcase and removed a folder with a few papers in it.
The class waited with thick tension.
He turned, and wrote page numbers on the chalkboard, and under them, the words "read and answer questions 1-22, page 375" underlined.
Kagome couldn't remember quite correctly, but she thought he taught journalism, or something to do with writing.
No, maybe it was home economics. Oh well. Doesn't matter. Don't care.
While the other students shuffled quickly for their books and paper, Kagome sat slouched in her seat defiantly.
Just because she slightly respected him didn't mean he could make her do her work. Like hell he could. 'Let him try.' Kagome thought with narrowed eyes.
Surveying his diligent classroom, he noticed the morbid slacker. His grey eyes flashed.
Mr. Lewell rarely talked, but his eyes told everything he needed to say.
He stared at Kagome, and she glared back.
"Office." He said coldly.
Kagome smirked. 'If this is what he wants..'
"Make me." Replied the mocking yet quiet voice from the back.
Every head turned and stared at her. Others stifled a groan. Kagome Higurashi was the only kid in school that would do this every time. The people in her other classes were sick of it, but the ones who didn't experience this often eagerly awaited the outcome.
Some had developed a mild respect for Kagome, since she was the only one in the school gutsy enough to challenge every teacher, especially Mr. Lewell.
Mr. Lewell only glared.
Kagome smirked again in response. 'I knew he wouldn't do anything.'
"Maintenant." He said, dangerously soft.
Kagome was impressed. He was the only other person she knew to have taken the time to learn French.
"Je n'irai pas."
"Fine." He said, still calm. "quel votre mère penserait-elle à cette attitude?"
That did it. Kagome's anger flared. How dare he speak of her mother??
Kagome exhaled angrily and stomped out of the room.
She sighed wearily as soon as she knew no one could see her. It was so hard to be tough. And she missed the days where everyone liked her.
Her face darkened. Those days had passed. If no one could accept her hostility and maleficent nature, then they didn't deserve her time. She was starting to think that she would never have any friends again.
Her pace slowed as she wandered down the halls of her small high school. Kagome closed her eyes and tried to remember what it felt like to be happy.
No such luck.
She sighed. Yes she was going, but not to the office. This whole school thing was getting boring, so she headed out the double doors, and stood for a minute in the shockingly-cold January air.
The chill ran up her arm in bumps, but no winter could ever compare to the coldness instilled in her heart.
She was bored.
Suddenly, an idea presented itself in her mind.
"I wonder what the gang is doing?" she asked herself aloud. Yes, her gang. The one she was in before the cops caught her and moved her to a new city. The vicious, drug-dealing thugs that called themselves "Black Death" had become a second family to her.
In fact, she considered them to be the only family since her true one perished. She was nick-named SID, or "silent in death".
The ache in her heart could only be called longing for her morose family. Yes, jacking cars, vandalizing, and the bliss of Bad were the things she was meant for, and they called to her again.
Smirking, she could imagine what kind of car they would have stolen this week. It could have been anything, but it HAD to be black. That was the color of the gang, and the color of their hearts.
Hm...let's see. The safehouse (a rundown, condemned apartment building) was only two hours away. She could easily catch a bus there and pay her posse a visit.
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*the day before Kagome was caught*
"Kagome?" A brown haired gangsta asked.
"Yeah Kouga?"
"You know you always belong here right?"
Kagome was a bit confused. "What do you mean by that?"
He smiled. "You're part of the family, and we always have a place for ya."
He tousled her hair and she grinned at him
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Kagome sighed. "I wonder if it still rings true?"
She decided she would find out. Besides, she needed a little excitement trip, just for the sake of it.
Standing at a corner, amongst the dirt-stained snow, the legendary Sid stood, waiting for the bus to take her home.
Sid, as always, was wearing pretty much all black; her "signature" color. She sighed impatiently and tapped her foot.
Why do buses always take so long?? She decided that when she got home, they would "find" something with a big engine.
She needed a good dose of adrenaline.
Finally, Kagome heard the weary drone of a diesel engine, and turned towards the coming bus.
It pulled to a stop, and opened its door with a hiss. The bus driver was old and fat, and he didn't look like he wanted to be a bus driver.
Kagome stepped up onto the bus, and headed towards a seat in the back. Before she got any further, the driver coughed loudly.
She turned her head and looked at him with aggravation.
"What?"
He jabbed his thumb in the direction of the toll box and grunted "Gotta pay the fare missy."
Kagome grumbled and dug through her pockets. After a lifetime of searching, she revealed a wad of lint, a paperclip, and a dollar bill.
She slipped the bill into the slot and turned to take her seat.
Hardly anyone else was on the bus, save an elderly woman knitting, a mother with her young son, and a long-haired elderly man.
Kagome did a double take.
The man, no boy's hair was white, but he was anything but old. In fact, he looked to be just a little older than herself. His head was faced towards the window, and his face was in a slight frown.
Kagome plopped down in the seat next to him, and he took no notice. She caught herself staring, and then he noticed. Slowly, he turned his bright amber eyes to stare into her grey-blue ones.
She found his gaze too intense and she looked away.
Almost two hours later, the bus slowed to a stop, and she stood up.
Kagome daintily hopped off the bus and started to walk along the familiar streets of her old neighborhood, always getting closer to her safehaven.
Okay! How did you like it? I know Kagome is out of character, but I wanted a new approach.
French phrases!
Maintenant: now
Je n'irai pas: I don't think so
quel votre mère penserait-elle à cette attitude?: something along the lines of "what would your mother think of that attitude?"
If I happen to ever make any mistakes, please point them out to me! I enjoy constructive criticism very much!
I might have the next chapter out in a few days or so, but that all depends on mid-terms..
I hate them!!! -_-
See you soon!
---Truth
Summary:
After losing all of her family in a series of accidents, Kagome Higurashi has been shuffled from foster-home to foster-home constantly. The pain of her family's death sent her into depression, and she processed it into outward anger. She disobeys her teachers, doesn't do her schoolwork, and gets into trouble with the law on an almost daily basis. In short, she's an anti-social juvenile criminal. Every student and teacher alike fears her name, and the owner of it, and every being, be it school or the police station, or the entire city for that matter, hates and fears her. She runs away and...meets a gangster. Will this new stranger improve her outlook on life, or will he only make it worse?
^ hm...Some summary..
Hope you all enjoy!
'Fools. All of them.'
Kagome Higurashi sat at the very back of her algebra classroom, shaking her head in disgust at the perkily chatting students. She hated school. She hated people. She hated everything.
It was a wonder she even showed up in class today. It didn't matter if she stayed in the shambled shack she called home. No one would miss her anyway. Teachers' faces paled at the sight of her, and her name was worse than the foulest cuss word.
Not too long ago, she was like these pathetic people. Her smile was happy and bright, and she had no worries. Well, if you counted the occasional history test. But that didn't matter anymore. She would sooner waste time studying than watch a weekend long marathon of Hamtaro.
People had always looked down on her, telling her that her life was nothing. Some even had the nerve to tell her to be nicer.
She snorted.
As if! If no one would take the time to be pleasant to her, then why should she do the same?
From somewhere to the corner of the noisy room, Kagome's ears picked out the sound of weak sobbing.
"He said he loved me! I'm so sad!"
Kagome closed her eyes in annoyance. It was just another girl crying over her stupid boyfriend. These people were all the same. At least they had someone to love.
Kagome didn't. She had no one.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
A bright-eyed schoolgirl skipped down the street, happily humming.
She was on her way home from another wonderful day of school. Her life was perfect. ...Tons of friends, countless admirers, soaring grades, and a wonderful family to come home to every day.
As Kagome neared her family's shrine, a police car blared past her, speeding out of sight.
A faint tinge of worry touched Kagome's heart, but she ignored it.
The sight 'round the corner made her gasp, and her heartbeat increased rapidly.
There were two fire trucks and a few police cars parked awkwardly at the driveway. Too many people to count bustled around, each with a frantic purpose. She gaped at the scene. Debris was piled up in many places, and there was shouting coming from everywhere.
In a few minutes, the people slowed, and all activity came to a halt as they spotted the frozen girl staring at the incident.
Kagome looked to her right, where a fireman was gesturing wildly to a man in a trench coat, leaning against his police car with a defeated expression.
It was a good thing they were out of her earshot, because she had a feeling she did NOT want to know what they were discussing. Trench Coat sighed, and held his head in his hands. But he felt Kagome's eyes staring at him, and looked in her direction.
He held up his hand to the fireman, and made his way cautiously over to Kagome's patch of cement.
When he finally reached her, his eyes softened.
"Kagome Higurashi?"
Kagome couldn't find her voice, but she nodded.
Trench Coat sighed sadly.
"I'm afraid there's been a..fire. And.."
His voice tapered off and ended.
Kagome knew what was next. She took a deep breath and asked:
"Who?"
Her voice was hoarse, like she had been crying for hours.
"We found the...remains of a child and a small adult."
Kagome bit back sobs and pushed back sobs. 'Sota..Grandpa..gone..' Her eyes glazed, and she nodded dumbly. "Mom?" she asked. She had meant to say: 'what about Mom?', but the officer seemed to understand.
He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Ash.."
Kagome's heart leapt up to her throat. "Gone..?" she asked weakly.
The officer bowed his head.
Suddenly, Kagome's legs buckled, and she fell to the cold cement in a dark faint.
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
In one day, she had lost everyone she ever loved. They all left her to fend for herself. Kagome learned later that the stove had been left on, and the wiring sparked and caught fire to the house.
All because someone wanted tea.
She was fourteen when it happened, and that was two years ago.
Kagome had been sent to a foster home, but it didn't turn out happily. The father ended up beating her, and the rest of the family despised her. So she took revenge.
One day, that family had found their house a pile of ashes, and all their money stolen.
The way Kagome saw it, they had deserved it all along. They had been weak. The weak never survive.
The moment she had run away, she decided that she would never need anyone. She was sneaky and manipulative, and always managed to escape danger, if she wasn't a part of it herself.
She became a gang leader, and became a druggie.
But the cops caught her anyway.
After much debate, she was sent to a different foster home. And another one. And another one.
So far, she had lived with up to 43 families, each one finding a surprise left for them after her escape.
Along with her family fell her love of life, and now she only saw the world as an unkind, dark, and dirty place. But it didn't matter.
She wouldn't cry because she was strong. She wouldn't cry because she wasn't weak. She wouldn't cry, because she didn't need anyone.
At least that's what she always told herself.
Suddenly, the boisterous chatter died down as the teacher glided into the room. With a prolonged glance, he set his piercing eyes on every student.
Mr. Lewell.
The only teacher she knew of who had so much calm-but-powerful willpower. He understood what it was like to have nothing. His family had been killed in a gang shoot-out when he was a little kid.
Since then, he had grown into a stern man. He knew what pain was. He knew what loneliness was. He knew that life was only what you believed it was. And for that reason, he believed life was just a tired stage full of pain and betrayal.
And for those reasons, he was the only teacher Kagome would ever come to respect. He seemed just as much angry at the world as she was.
Without a word, he opened his briefcase and removed a folder with a few papers in it.
The class waited with thick tension.
He turned, and wrote page numbers on the chalkboard, and under them, the words "read and answer questions 1-22, page 375" underlined.
Kagome couldn't remember quite correctly, but she thought he taught journalism, or something to do with writing.
No, maybe it was home economics. Oh well. Doesn't matter. Don't care.
While the other students shuffled quickly for their books and paper, Kagome sat slouched in her seat defiantly.
Just because she slightly respected him didn't mean he could make her do her work. Like hell he could. 'Let him try.' Kagome thought with narrowed eyes.
Surveying his diligent classroom, he noticed the morbid slacker. His grey eyes flashed.
Mr. Lewell rarely talked, but his eyes told everything he needed to say.
He stared at Kagome, and she glared back.
"Office." He said coldly.
Kagome smirked. 'If this is what he wants..'
"Make me." Replied the mocking yet quiet voice from the back.
Every head turned and stared at her. Others stifled a groan. Kagome Higurashi was the only kid in school that would do this every time. The people in her other classes were sick of it, but the ones who didn't experience this often eagerly awaited the outcome.
Some had developed a mild respect for Kagome, since she was the only one in the school gutsy enough to challenge every teacher, especially Mr. Lewell.
Mr. Lewell only glared.
Kagome smirked again in response. 'I knew he wouldn't do anything.'
"Maintenant." He said, dangerously soft.
Kagome was impressed. He was the only other person she knew to have taken the time to learn French.
"Je n'irai pas."
"Fine." He said, still calm. "quel votre mère penserait-elle à cette attitude?"
That did it. Kagome's anger flared. How dare he speak of her mother??
Kagome exhaled angrily and stomped out of the room.
She sighed wearily as soon as she knew no one could see her. It was so hard to be tough. And she missed the days where everyone liked her.
Her face darkened. Those days had passed. If no one could accept her hostility and maleficent nature, then they didn't deserve her time. She was starting to think that she would never have any friends again.
Her pace slowed as she wandered down the halls of her small high school. Kagome closed her eyes and tried to remember what it felt like to be happy.
No such luck.
She sighed. Yes she was going, but not to the office. This whole school thing was getting boring, so she headed out the double doors, and stood for a minute in the shockingly-cold January air.
The chill ran up her arm in bumps, but no winter could ever compare to the coldness instilled in her heart.
She was bored.
Suddenly, an idea presented itself in her mind.
"I wonder what the gang is doing?" she asked herself aloud. Yes, her gang. The one she was in before the cops caught her and moved her to a new city. The vicious, drug-dealing thugs that called themselves "Black Death" had become a second family to her.
In fact, she considered them to be the only family since her true one perished. She was nick-named SID, or "silent in death".
The ache in her heart could only be called longing for her morose family. Yes, jacking cars, vandalizing, and the bliss of Bad were the things she was meant for, and they called to her again.
Smirking, she could imagine what kind of car they would have stolen this week. It could have been anything, but it HAD to be black. That was the color of the gang, and the color of their hearts.
Hm...let's see. The safehouse (a rundown, condemned apartment building) was only two hours away. She could easily catch a bus there and pay her posse a visit.
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*the day before Kagome was caught*
"Kagome?" A brown haired gangsta asked.
"Yeah Kouga?"
"You know you always belong here right?"
Kagome was a bit confused. "What do you mean by that?"
He smiled. "You're part of the family, and we always have a place for ya."
He tousled her hair and she grinned at him
*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*
Kagome sighed. "I wonder if it still rings true?"
She decided she would find out. Besides, she needed a little excitement trip, just for the sake of it.
Standing at a corner, amongst the dirt-stained snow, the legendary Sid stood, waiting for the bus to take her home.
Sid, as always, was wearing pretty much all black; her "signature" color. She sighed impatiently and tapped her foot.
Why do buses always take so long?? She decided that when she got home, they would "find" something with a big engine.
She needed a good dose of adrenaline.
Finally, Kagome heard the weary drone of a diesel engine, and turned towards the coming bus.
It pulled to a stop, and opened its door with a hiss. The bus driver was old and fat, and he didn't look like he wanted to be a bus driver.
Kagome stepped up onto the bus, and headed towards a seat in the back. Before she got any further, the driver coughed loudly.
She turned her head and looked at him with aggravation.
"What?"
He jabbed his thumb in the direction of the toll box and grunted "Gotta pay the fare missy."
Kagome grumbled and dug through her pockets. After a lifetime of searching, she revealed a wad of lint, a paperclip, and a dollar bill.
She slipped the bill into the slot and turned to take her seat.
Hardly anyone else was on the bus, save an elderly woman knitting, a mother with her young son, and a long-haired elderly man.
Kagome did a double take.
The man, no boy's hair was white, but he was anything but old. In fact, he looked to be just a little older than herself. His head was faced towards the window, and his face was in a slight frown.
Kagome plopped down in the seat next to him, and he took no notice. She caught herself staring, and then he noticed. Slowly, he turned his bright amber eyes to stare into her grey-blue ones.
She found his gaze too intense and she looked away.
Almost two hours later, the bus slowed to a stop, and she stood up.
Kagome daintily hopped off the bus and started to walk along the familiar streets of her old neighborhood, always getting closer to her safehaven.
Okay! How did you like it? I know Kagome is out of character, but I wanted a new approach.
French phrases!
Maintenant: now
Je n'irai pas: I don't think so
quel votre mère penserait-elle à cette attitude?: something along the lines of "what would your mother think of that attitude?"
If I happen to ever make any mistakes, please point them out to me! I enjoy constructive criticism very much!
I might have the next chapter out in a few days or so, but that all depends on mid-terms..
I hate them!!! -_-
See you soon!
---Truth