Disclaimer: I think we all know that I do not own Inuyasha.
An Autumn Morning
Sitting in the rusted lawn chair, she was able to take in her surroundings freely.
'Tennis court, pool...it feels like home. But I know it's not,' she concluded, as her eyes swept over the landscape again. Sighing, she rested her chin on her knees. 'My home's not anywhere near this luxurious.'
But even she had to admit that the lavishness of this place was limited. True, if the commodities were to exist in words only, they might be considered opulent....but seeing and believing are two different things.
Vines intertwined with the holes in the chain link fence, their tangles practically obstructing the court from view. Not that it was any better inside of the cage. The cement that might have served some purpose at one point now lay in shambles. Chunks of the matter littered the court, while in other areas weeds had begun to grow from the cracks that then and now shot through it. And the net....it stood like a prostitute. Tall and proud, it was unwilling to admit how broken it truly was. Across the way, lay the pool. A miniature of the beauty that only nature was capable of creating.
'It's in a sad need of some tending to,' she thought with a smirk, as she took in the water's green tint. Turning away from it as if it gave off a putrid stench, she thought, 'How vile....'
The sudden stillness that surrounded her was broken, as a soft wind began to breathe throughout the grounds. Strands of hair fell across her face as the wind blew harder, causing the surrounding foliage to emit a dull roar. Surprised at the sound's magnitude, she once again shot her glance over the surrounding area, her eyes frantic. A little more than simply afraid, she saw how much greenery truly surrounded her. So much.too much. It was locking her in. She felt her breath leaving her in a rush. Something wasn't right....amongst all this peace, all this tranquility....something wasn't right. And the worst thing was....she had no idea what it might be.
The sudden wails of the alarm clock jolted her out of her dreams, causing her to literally jump out of bed. Shooting mental daggers at the source of the incessant ringing, she breathed in the morning air deeply in a pathetic attempt to ease her fast beating heart.
'My greatest phobia..is the sound of that damn contraption,' she thought grimly. 'Definitely makes me feel brave.'
Disentangling her legs from crimson sheets, she lunged at the clock. Pressing any and all buttons her tired fingers could find, she was finally able to silence the time piece. Processing the illuminated numbers in her head, she was able to make out the digits '5:30'.
'I hate the morning,' she thought dejectedly, sleep sore eyes turning back towards her cozy bed. It looked so nice and warm and soft and..oh, she just wanted to go back to sleep so badly!
'Maybe I could lie down for just a couple more minutes..' she thought as she absent mindedly bit her lower lip, '..after all, mum will be up in a few.'
As if to verify this statement, a sudden ringing went off a few rooms away. Eyes widening in fear at the sound, she slammed her head down on the bed, drawing a pillow over it to block out the heinous buzzing. As odd as this position was, it felt extremely comfortable. Snuggling deeper into the sheets that surrounded her, she let out a stifled yawn.
'She'll wake me before it gets too late,' were her last comprehensible thoughts before she once again succumbed to her subconscious.
Heat. The warmth that overcame her felt completely unbearable. Easing open one eye, she peered out in the direction of the slanting window that was currently pouring sunlight onto her still form.
'That's a little bright for this early in the morning,' she conceded as she turned her gaze towards the now silent alarm clock. Bolting upright, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, willing herself to be wrong. But still the little lights screamed at her: "9:14!!!"
"Mum.." she muttered with a hint of disdain. Hastily exiting her room, she marched towards where she knew her mother would be. And that would be in bed..sleeping. Probably in much the same way that she had been only moments ago.
Bursting through the closed door, she paused mid rant when she realized the bed was missing something..namely her mother. Confused, she made her way to the window at the front of the room, the one overlooking the driveway. Her mum's car was still here, so she was obviously still in the house.
'Bathroom?' she inwardly questioned. She could have lost track of time while in the shower or something. 'Yeah, that sounds right,' she thought as she made her way towards the bathroom, grinning at her stupendous deduction abilities. Stopping in front of the door, she knocked once out of courtesy. No answer. But that was to be expected.
'Especially if you're taking a shower, you can't hear much with all that water,' she deliberated, even though she couldn't hear any running water. Turning the knob, she expected nothing. As the door creaked open, she expected nothing. Even as her eyes grew accustomed to the dim lighting, she expected nothing. But expectations fall short of reality. And reality had decided to draw a gruesome picture.
As crimson trails meandered their way down her mother's pale skin, hesitating at the edges only to fall onto the white marble floor below, she could only gape at how beautiful it all seemed. She stood there in awe for what seemed ages, the flickering light casting shadows over the broken form of her mother.
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He involuntarily shivered as his forehead came in contact with the cold glass, sending shivers throughout his body. Rubbing the palms of his hands over his arms, he glanced through the window panes at the courtyard below. The sun had just begun to caress the green earth with its rays, the still dew drenched ground radiating the light. But his eyes were blinded to the wonder that was evolving before him. Rather, he was entirely focused on the single tree that stood in the stone encased meadow.
'The only glimpse of beauty that any of us might see for some time,' he thought bitterly. Letting out a heavy sigh, he wiped away the residue his hot breath left on the window, allowing his golden eyes to settle on the tree once more. The sun now shone down fully on the wooden giant, its leaves capturing the sun and holding onto a soft glow. The branches of the tree shone with the warmth of the red and yellow foliage, causing him to inwardly sigh.
'Autumn......' he thought, eyes averted from the majestic being that so often intrigued him. Bringing his knees up, he rested his chin in the crook between the two, his face taking on a pensive look. 'This season gives off nothing but lies. It masques itself with a face of splendor; while hidden behind it lies the paleness of death.' He grimaced as he turned his head back towards the tree. 'For a time, we are deceived..given a momentary hope. Only to one day open our eyes to finally see that everything was dying all along. And the life will crunch beneath our feet as we walk back to our homes in despair.'
He swung his legs over the sill in a sudden move, turning his back to the view behind him.
"Feh," he snorted angrily. He hated letting himself sound so philosophical. It just made him feel stupid. "Just like a goddamn pansy or some dipshit like that..saying all this emotional bull." He mumbled this to himself quietly, his hand falling onto his left wrist. Pulling the sleeve of his shirt back, he stared absently at the faint, red lines that adorned his pale skin. Rubbing his fingers across them, he thought back to his reasons for inflicting this pain upon himself. There were so many..too many for him to revisit without wanting to add another reminder to his already scarred arm. He quickly yanked the sleeve back down, trying to breathe evenly so as to settle his fast beating heart.
'I don't want to live any of it over again. I'm just..not ready.' He hung his head in defeat, knowing that he was still too weak to deal with his dark past.
He was about to turn back to the outside world, when the sound of music reached his ears. Turning his head towards the sound, he strained to identify it. Suddenly, realization hit and he smiled knowingly. 'So you've finally decided to wake up, eh?' he thought. 'Thank Kami your violin skills have improved. Now I can finally talk to you without wanting to cringe.'
And with that, he leapt down from his perch on the windowsill, pausing for one final look before he went on his way. Turning to proceed down the hallway from which he had come, the sunlight made an attempt to reach out for his shadow enshrouded form. Settling on him for the shortest of breaths, it bathed his weary features before he was once again consumed by darkness.
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"On My Own"
The Used
See all the people on the ground, wasting time
I try to hold it all inside
Just for tonight
The top of the world, I'm sitting here wishing
The things I've become, but something is missing
Maybe I.well, what do I know?
And now it seems that I have found.nothing at all
I want to hear your voice out loud
Slow it down, slow it down
Without it all I'm choking on nothing
It's clear in my head, and I'm screaming for something
Knowing nothing is better than knowing at all
An Autumn Morning
Sitting in the rusted lawn chair, she was able to take in her surroundings freely.
'Tennis court, pool...it feels like home. But I know it's not,' she concluded, as her eyes swept over the landscape again. Sighing, she rested her chin on her knees. 'My home's not anywhere near this luxurious.'
But even she had to admit that the lavishness of this place was limited. True, if the commodities were to exist in words only, they might be considered opulent....but seeing and believing are two different things.
Vines intertwined with the holes in the chain link fence, their tangles practically obstructing the court from view. Not that it was any better inside of the cage. The cement that might have served some purpose at one point now lay in shambles. Chunks of the matter littered the court, while in other areas weeds had begun to grow from the cracks that then and now shot through it. And the net....it stood like a prostitute. Tall and proud, it was unwilling to admit how broken it truly was. Across the way, lay the pool. A miniature of the beauty that only nature was capable of creating.
'It's in a sad need of some tending to,' she thought with a smirk, as she took in the water's green tint. Turning away from it as if it gave off a putrid stench, she thought, 'How vile....'
The sudden stillness that surrounded her was broken, as a soft wind began to breathe throughout the grounds. Strands of hair fell across her face as the wind blew harder, causing the surrounding foliage to emit a dull roar. Surprised at the sound's magnitude, she once again shot her glance over the surrounding area, her eyes frantic. A little more than simply afraid, she saw how much greenery truly surrounded her. So much.too much. It was locking her in. She felt her breath leaving her in a rush. Something wasn't right....amongst all this peace, all this tranquility....something wasn't right. And the worst thing was....she had no idea what it might be.
The sudden wails of the alarm clock jolted her out of her dreams, causing her to literally jump out of bed. Shooting mental daggers at the source of the incessant ringing, she breathed in the morning air deeply in a pathetic attempt to ease her fast beating heart.
'My greatest phobia..is the sound of that damn contraption,' she thought grimly. 'Definitely makes me feel brave.'
Disentangling her legs from crimson sheets, she lunged at the clock. Pressing any and all buttons her tired fingers could find, she was finally able to silence the time piece. Processing the illuminated numbers in her head, she was able to make out the digits '5:30'.
'I hate the morning,' she thought dejectedly, sleep sore eyes turning back towards her cozy bed. It looked so nice and warm and soft and..oh, she just wanted to go back to sleep so badly!
'Maybe I could lie down for just a couple more minutes..' she thought as she absent mindedly bit her lower lip, '..after all, mum will be up in a few.'
As if to verify this statement, a sudden ringing went off a few rooms away. Eyes widening in fear at the sound, she slammed her head down on the bed, drawing a pillow over it to block out the heinous buzzing. As odd as this position was, it felt extremely comfortable. Snuggling deeper into the sheets that surrounded her, she let out a stifled yawn.
'She'll wake me before it gets too late,' were her last comprehensible thoughts before she once again succumbed to her subconscious.
Heat. The warmth that overcame her felt completely unbearable. Easing open one eye, she peered out in the direction of the slanting window that was currently pouring sunlight onto her still form.
'That's a little bright for this early in the morning,' she conceded as she turned her gaze towards the now silent alarm clock. Bolting upright, she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, willing herself to be wrong. But still the little lights screamed at her: "9:14!!!"
"Mum.." she muttered with a hint of disdain. Hastily exiting her room, she marched towards where she knew her mother would be. And that would be in bed..sleeping. Probably in much the same way that she had been only moments ago.
Bursting through the closed door, she paused mid rant when she realized the bed was missing something..namely her mother. Confused, she made her way to the window at the front of the room, the one overlooking the driveway. Her mum's car was still here, so she was obviously still in the house.
'Bathroom?' she inwardly questioned. She could have lost track of time while in the shower or something. 'Yeah, that sounds right,' she thought as she made her way towards the bathroom, grinning at her stupendous deduction abilities. Stopping in front of the door, she knocked once out of courtesy. No answer. But that was to be expected.
'Especially if you're taking a shower, you can't hear much with all that water,' she deliberated, even though she couldn't hear any running water. Turning the knob, she expected nothing. As the door creaked open, she expected nothing. Even as her eyes grew accustomed to the dim lighting, she expected nothing. But expectations fall short of reality. And reality had decided to draw a gruesome picture.
As crimson trails meandered their way down her mother's pale skin, hesitating at the edges only to fall onto the white marble floor below, she could only gape at how beautiful it all seemed. She stood there in awe for what seemed ages, the flickering light casting shadows over the broken form of her mother.
....................................
He involuntarily shivered as his forehead came in contact with the cold glass, sending shivers throughout his body. Rubbing the palms of his hands over his arms, he glanced through the window panes at the courtyard below. The sun had just begun to caress the green earth with its rays, the still dew drenched ground radiating the light. But his eyes were blinded to the wonder that was evolving before him. Rather, he was entirely focused on the single tree that stood in the stone encased meadow.
'The only glimpse of beauty that any of us might see for some time,' he thought bitterly. Letting out a heavy sigh, he wiped away the residue his hot breath left on the window, allowing his golden eyes to settle on the tree once more. The sun now shone down fully on the wooden giant, its leaves capturing the sun and holding onto a soft glow. The branches of the tree shone with the warmth of the red and yellow foliage, causing him to inwardly sigh.
'Autumn......' he thought, eyes averted from the majestic being that so often intrigued him. Bringing his knees up, he rested his chin in the crook between the two, his face taking on a pensive look. 'This season gives off nothing but lies. It masques itself with a face of splendor; while hidden behind it lies the paleness of death.' He grimaced as he turned his head back towards the tree. 'For a time, we are deceived..given a momentary hope. Only to one day open our eyes to finally see that everything was dying all along. And the life will crunch beneath our feet as we walk back to our homes in despair.'
He swung his legs over the sill in a sudden move, turning his back to the view behind him.
"Feh," he snorted angrily. He hated letting himself sound so philosophical. It just made him feel stupid. "Just like a goddamn pansy or some dipshit like that..saying all this emotional bull." He mumbled this to himself quietly, his hand falling onto his left wrist. Pulling the sleeve of his shirt back, he stared absently at the faint, red lines that adorned his pale skin. Rubbing his fingers across them, he thought back to his reasons for inflicting this pain upon himself. There were so many..too many for him to revisit without wanting to add another reminder to his already scarred arm. He quickly yanked the sleeve back down, trying to breathe evenly so as to settle his fast beating heart.
'I don't want to live any of it over again. I'm just..not ready.' He hung his head in defeat, knowing that he was still too weak to deal with his dark past.
He was about to turn back to the outside world, when the sound of music reached his ears. Turning his head towards the sound, he strained to identify it. Suddenly, realization hit and he smiled knowingly. 'So you've finally decided to wake up, eh?' he thought. 'Thank Kami your violin skills have improved. Now I can finally talk to you without wanting to cringe.'
And with that, he leapt down from his perch on the windowsill, pausing for one final look before he went on his way. Turning to proceed down the hallway from which he had come, the sunlight made an attempt to reach out for his shadow enshrouded form. Settling on him for the shortest of breaths, it bathed his weary features before he was once again consumed by darkness.
....................................
"On My Own"
The Used
See all the people on the ground, wasting time
I try to hold it all inside
Just for tonight
The top of the world, I'm sitting here wishing
The things I've become, but something is missing
Maybe I.well, what do I know?
And now it seems that I have found.nothing at all
I want to hear your voice out loud
Slow it down, slow it down
Without it all I'm choking on nothing
It's clear in my head, and I'm screaming for something
Knowing nothing is better than knowing at all