Prologue:
My name is Inuyasha. I am sixteen years old. I have a little half-sister. Her name is Shirori. She is seven years old. Our dad, Inutaisho, is a full dog demon, and so is Shiori. My mom died when I was seven. My dad has had some serious drinking issues after my mom's death. He knocked up some dog demon when I was nine. I wish the woman would've kept Shiori so that she wouldn't have had to endure the abuse of our father, but then who would I have to talk to. I know it's kind of selfish, but no one likes a half-demon that is only good for taking a beating or relieving stress.
I protect Shiori in every way that I can. She is my little sister, so she's my responsibility. I shield her from our father when he comes home drunk and wants to take his anger out on someone. I protect her from bullies that might pick on her at school, even though that would never happen because she's so perfect. She is perfect from her silver hair and golden eyes to her perfect little canines and claws. She's so sweet and innocent. If only she could've been born into a different family. She doesn't deserve to have the life that she does. She doesn't deserve the abusive father, the mother that she will never see again, or the half-breed brother that everyone likes to pound on. But life is funny that way. I can only pray that when she gets older she gets everything she deserves in the best way possible. But who, even God, would listen to a half-breed like me?
I attend Shikon High School. I'm the only half demon there. Everyone is either full demon or human. I feel like such an outcast. I'm bullied by every demon and most of the humans in the school. The teachers don't stop the bullying. They honestly don't care because I am a half-breed. The only teacher that cares is Miss Kaede. She is the guidance counselor. She helps me when she can, but she can't be everywhere at once.
When school's out at the end of the day I have to rush out of the building so I don't get beat by anyone. I have to pick up Shiori after school and she hates it when I pick her up all bloody and bruised.
We have two hours to ourselves before dad is home from work. We do homework or play games or anything to pass the time. Dad expects dinner on the table by 5:30 P.M. If it isn't ready or all on the table by then it never ends up well for me. I get out of school at two and Shiori gets out at two-thirty. Dad gets home at four-thirty. I have to make dinner for the three of us. I can only hope dad likes whatever I make or it ends in a bloody nose or a few bruises or something. I would ask him what he wants me to cook but he doesn't like being interrupted from his nap or asked questions after work. So I can only guess what he likes or wants to eat.
After dinner every night dad sits on the couch and drinks his beers until he is drunk. I tuck Shiori into bed every night and make sure she's asleep before leaving her room. Some nights I can sneak into my room without dad noticing me and the rest of the night is easy as pie. Other times I have to endure my father's drunken wrath. It is never pleasant.
Some people may think my life is a living hell, but it really isn't that bad. I deserve the beating I get because I am a half-breed. My injuries are almost always healed by the next day. And it's not all bad. I have Shirori. She is what keeps me going. I couldn't imagine my life without her. She makes the cruel world worth it. When I see her smile I forget my pain and I smile too. I don't think anyone else could ever make me feel that way, but you never know in the crazy time period that we call life.