Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor any place, brand, band, or label I may write about.
Warning: Not much yet, a bit vulgarity maybe, other than that. it's pretty safe.
Note To Past Readers:Just to clear things up, this story has been reposted with different characters due to the Kingdom Hearts popularity has pretty much died out. For those of you already reading this story, no worries.. a brand new chapter is soon to come. Sorry about that, I'm just trying to gain back readers. :
Chapter One:
The Anniversary of My Birth
I lay in bed.
Staring at the clock, I can't seem to keep my breathing straight.
You'd think that something that has come so naturally for the past years would be a breeze.
Maybe if I grab a paper bag and heave heavily into it like they do in the movies, I'll eventually calm down.
11:59 strolls around..
This is getting ridiculous.
It's not like I'm going to grow a mustache in the next minute, is it?
Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll get a goatee. God, that's disgusting.
I need to get over this.
Why am I still awake anyway?
Do I really need to put myself through the torment hours in advance?
Ten more seconds and it's...
12:00 A.M.
I cannot say that anything changed.
It's absurd that even for a moment I believed it would.
I am officially of legal age.
My name is Inuyasha and I am eighteen years old.
My skin has not molted nor decayed.
I am completely the same.
My heartbeat begins to slow down,
as if I switched off the button in my adrenaline filled brain
and am no longer consuming double-dose intakes.
As I start drifting off,
my head starts creating circular motions in attempt to stay awake.
I feel my eyelids betray me as I..
lose consciousness altogether.
Together - such a peculiar word.
It's one of those words that if you look too closely,
you'll begin to not recognize... as if it was a foreign language.
It's definition consists of adjectives that describe objects or persons in a group.
Yet, do you ever consider the pretense of such a word?
Nothing is made to last in the confines of forever...
I know that for a fact.
You don't believe me do you?
Okay, I'll dumb it down for you.
Maybe if I talk in slow-motion, it'll finally click.
I'll even make my voice sound like a broken tape player before the film tears off.
Trust me... I know what I'm talking about.
I wrote a book about this.
The pages are not color filled with fairytale endings and cliches.
No, it's about a teenage whirlwind tainted with...
naive characters and suppressed thoughts.
It started off with the two of us, Kikyo and I.
She was the beautiful best friend I grew up with;
I was the boy she couldn't take her eyes off of.
Dating just seemed so convenient,
after all, we were the only thing each other had.
Yet time weathered by,
leaves decayed on my front porch and things changed.
We grew apart.
She told me we out-grew one another;
that we no longer complimented each other,
as if I were simply a piece of furniture in her house.
I'm making her sound awfully rude, but I guess I just felt hurt.
Alas, we took our separate paths
and kept following this twisted labyrinth filled with it's share of rocks and ditches.
Now, three years have pasted by.
I remember wishing that I only had to walk a few inches on that dusty map to get to where she was.
Too bad I can't just shrivel up the land, take a few steps,
and get to where she stands.
It's pathetic how much I yearn to find my lost television remote so I can..
rewind my life back.
You never stay with your high school sweetheart,
at least that's what I was told.
I always thought we would prove them wrong,
but I guess I was mistaken.
After all, she's Kansas.. I'm Alaska;
it's obvious our climates never matched.
Today is 18 years after the day of my birth and like changing clothing in a moving car,
life continued and we now differ in appearance.. as well as in the inside.
Yet, I still wonder...
what would happen if our lives collide?
Note to Reader: The first chapter is kind of sort, but the next to come will indeed be longer.
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