(a/n): Hi! This is my first ever fic, and I was wondering if anyone could help me decide, Inuyasha or Sesshomaru? I like Sesshomaru, but I also like Inuyasha for this fic. Either one would be great for this but this is what the people want. Right Choyru?
Choyru: Hi!!
(a/n): Sorry I have spontaneously decided to, for each fic I write, I am going to have a different little character that talks at the beginning and end of each chapter and gives their "opinion". So for now I give you... CHOYRU!!
Choyru: Hi everyone!
Inuyasha: Oy, first you say you might not put me in the fic, and now you're giving up my ranting space!?
(a/n): First of all that is for readers to decide, not me since I am indecisive and second Choyru is a cutie that agrees with me. ;)
Sesshomaru: I don't care if you put me in or not. won't say anything else no matter what FlightWings does
(a/n): So without rotting your minds further I give you my first ever fic!!
P.S.: I might give Inuyasha and Sesshy (I'm too lazy to write his name now) some ranting/arguing space in the future. (If they are nice. Muahahaha! Inuyasha starts throwing things at me)
Oopsie, almost forgot. (BTW I don't like cussing so I'm going to try and keep this story clean.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of its characters.
Inuyasha: Darn straight!
There was a woman in a small, lonely apartment beginning to cook a meal for herself. She had long black hair and sad blue eyes. She had a body that women would die for and men would lust for. She had a kind of air that she was too good for you, that she was above you...But, that wasn't nearly the case. She never thought that of herself. The only way she ever thought of herself was, alone.
Alone. She was always alone. Except once. She was an a young girl when she was orphaned. She had a good foster family, but they didn't care for her as parents, more like friends. She didn't have any one else in the world so she clung to them in this parental friendship, but she still felt alone.
Then she got to highschool and met the most wonderful person she would ever meet. They were in love, and that was the only time she didn't feel alone, but something happened to break them up. They each thought it was the other's fault, and they, heartbroken, ripped the other from their lives vowing to never make the same mistake again.
The woman shook these things from her head.
"That's in the past, it's not my problem anymore."
Just then she heard the doorbell ring.
I wonder who that is. She thought as she ran to the door.
Her hands fumbled with the knob, but when she finally got the door open, there was no one there.
She looked around, then noticed a note outside her door. She took it inside, closed the door and turned on the light in the hallway. She opened it there being curious, but instantly regretted it. The handwriting was the same as her former love's, but she read on despite the growing feeling of despair. When she finished the letter she leaned against the wall unwilling to believe that he just contacted her, the man she now hated. She thought they agreed not to speak to one another again.
Feeling grief she sank to the floor and cried. Why, why, why now?! Was the silent question her body and mind said together. She was just starting to heal!
(a/n): You like? Please review and message. Also can anyone give me any pointers and some ideas you have from just this? Don't forget I also need a vote of Inuyasha or Sesshomaru because I've already started the next chapter and I need a name. Sorry for the shortness but that was all I could come up with on a 6 month inspiration.