OK people's this is my new story… this is so totally made up it has nothing to do with the shrine or the feudal era this is far in to the future and takes place mostly in America and might have some events in Japan but I'm not sure yet but most likely will. All this just came off the top of my head so tell me what you think.

~O.A.T.W.~

"My name is Kagome, you ask me how I got here… well then I'll tell you my story… I was born in a broken down-home cracked window's, caved in roof, the smell of musk and sweat from the bodies that lived within the standing piece of junk I use to call 'home'.

My mother, her name was Evalin, a sixteen-year-old green eyed, brunet haired girl, a pretty girl almost looked like that brown haired Barbie. She worked as a part time waitress in the local restaurant down the road, she didn't make much but enough to support her-self to stay out of her parents home. My mother wasn't a straight person, slept with every cute guy she ran into, drinking, drugs, anything she could get her hands on at a cheep price, she was a walking mess with good looks, but good looks only take you so far until people start to see the ugly side of you." She narrowed her eyes at nothing in particular.

"My father Louis, a twenty-six year old heavy drinker, you could go to a bar any time of the day and he'd be there with a glass of the strongest whisky cradled in his hands. An abusive man hidden behind a handsome face, always charmed the ladies until he had them hooked then you'd see his true colors. A big man about six feet tall, brown hair so dark it almost looked black, eerie blue eyes that always looked to be disturbed. My old man didn't have a job he was a bum, a thief he stole anything and everything he could get his hands on, but money was always his prime target… The police station knew him very well, always getting caught in his crimes.

My father ran into my mother, I don't know if it was purposely done because he saw a beautiful girl or if it was really an accident as he claimed, but he ran into her when she was on her way home from work one day. My mother said that it was love at first sight, but I don't believe in such fairy tales. Anyway, they talked a bit and exchanged phone numbers and home addresses and then went their separate ways. They dated for a few months and then my mother found that she was pregnant, so she moved out of her well-maintained apartment and into the run down box from hell with my father." Kagome tightened her grip on the chains binding her hands and feet together and glared at the reflection glass in front of her.

"Things were going great between my mother and father, two weeks after she found out she was pregnant they got married in a little chapel, said their I do's, they only saw each other, true love I guess you could say it was, my father was the gentleman… while she was pregnant. My mother thought she was on cloud nine he pulled the wool over her eyes good he was fooling her like a wolf in sheep's skin. Nine months later I was born, I don't remember much because I was a child, I was afraid, I ran into my room when they started to argue.

My mother told me when I was six that she was so happy when she was carrying me because she got all cleaned up and looked at life in a new direction, saw greater possibilities, she told me she was gonna stay clean and get a proper job and move the family into a nicer home; she was a happy person for once and had actual goals in her life. My father… wouldn't have any of that he wanted the girl he ran into on the sidewalk, so he destroyed my mother verbally crushing her with his words, abused her to where she wouldn't want to leave the house afraid that he would beat her more. He wouldn't let he leave the house after a while, he crushed her life, soul, and spirit to the point where she was an emotionless void. She reacted to nothing, she spoke not a word, she didn't even cry anymore.

I never went to school because I was abused so badly, he didn't want anyone to know what went on in the house, so I was stuck in a home with a lifeless mother and an abusive father who would come home late at night from the bar drunk and would stumble into my room grab me by my hair toss me out of my bed and beat me until he passed out.

My mother did nothing to stop him... I had to feed myself with what little food we had and whatever food he decided to bring home.

He would punish me if I was in his way or even spoke to him wrong, he would lock me in my room for days without any food. When I was thirteen my mother died obviously from the lack of food because she wouldn't eat anything and she wouldn't eat what I offered her. I lived in that house for to weeks looking at my mother's corpse because my old man didn't know what to do with her, by this time I was able to leave the house as long as I came back before dark, so one day when I came home she was gone. I didn't bother asking what he did because that would only lead to a beaten for getting in his business." She released the chains and leaned back in the chair looking intently at her reflection in the mirrored glass.

"I was still getting beaten… and it seemed to get worse as I got older, I guess his one mistake was letting me leave the house when I was thirteen, I didn't want to stay there so I left every chance I got... I started to mingle with these people; they weren't gang members or drunken people or had anything to do with drugs they were clean-cut adults, 'specially trained' clean-cut adults. I met these people eating lunch at a pizza shop one day; I made friends with the owner's son so I got a free lunch if I chose to eat there that day, he knew my situation but kept his mouth shut because I begged him not to say anything…

These four men were sitting in the corner round table in the shop when I walked in they were ordering their food, they all had different accents signifying where they were from of course I would've never known, I've never studied any kind of foreign language." A sly smile graced her sharp features. " I was marveled by the way they spoke so I sat in at the table right across from them, facing them so I could listen. There were two men I knew weren't from America just by their looks, they looked like the people in the Chinese places for take-out…

Another man had a very hard, stern, powerful voice a very strong accent; he looked like an angry man just ready to rip your head off... The last man was the oldest of the bunch you could tell by his features, lines of old age, looked like someone out of a church but you knew he wasn't with all the curse words coming out of his mouth, but he was a soft spoken person everything he said was one level he never raised his voice and every word that left his mouth sounded like a wise man, words of experience obviously a knowledgeable man. They were all dressed in suits, you could tell they worked together because of the way they interacted.

The owner came out with my slice of pizza that was what I ate, a single slice of cheese pizza. While I was eating my lunch the soft spoken man noticed me staring at them while in the middle of a conversation, they all looked at me then a couple words were passed between them, then that very man got up from the booth walked over and sat right in front of me. I was not expecting this, so I thought I was going to be forced out of the restaurant with these people and dragged into an alley and get killed because I was watching and listening to them… I was wrong.

We stared at each other for a while almost as if examining one another before he said 'Hi' and I returned the gesture, then he asked me where I got all the cuts and bruises from, I didn't want to tell him at first so I dropped my lunch on the plate and started pulling my arms into the sleeves of my shirt and looked away from him trying to hide the last thirteen years of my life, he told me that he and his 'friends' could help, I told him that there was no way that he could help me and he garneted me that he could. For some reason I felt like I could trust him so I told him.

We were there for what seemed like hours before I finished, he nodded his head obviously taking in the information then got up and went back to his table. These men were having a serious discussion and they all seemed to agree on whatever they were talking about. The man that I told my life story to waved for me to come over with his middle and index fingers… I hesitantly approached the table afraid of what was going to happen. I stood before these seriously disturbed looking men quivering in my shoes.

The man I was speaking to was the first to open his mouth… He offered to help me become a better person; he said that each of them was specially trained in different areas... and could teach me. He pointed to the two Asian men and said that Kenji was from Korea, he's specially trained in martial arts and the man next to him was Poe that's what they called him I don't know if it was his real name or not, anyway Poe was from Japan and is special trained jujitsu but other things as well.

The man in the middle was the on I talked to his name was Valerio, an Italian man former capo from a mob family; the only thing he told me was that he was the boss. Boris was the angry man, he was from Russia, and he had special weapons training on any weapon you name it he knew what it was and how it operated… If you put these men together in one person you would have the ultimate killing machine. After he introduced everyone he said that they were going to help me with my problem but it wasn't to be discussed where we were, so he gave me a card with an address on it and told me to meet him there tomorrow early in the morning. With that said they got up and left." Kagome closed her eyes remembering the next day when she was a little girl.

~O.A.T.W.~

PLEASE REVIEW and tell me what you think, do you think I should continue or just stop??? Either way I'm gonna continue anyway cuz I'm stubborn and don't take hints very well lolz.