AN: I am a crazy, stupid person for putting out another fic, but for some
reason I'm writing another one! ^^ please review ^^
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Kagome Higurashi looked up to her parents, their large hands holding her small, tiny ones. It was her sixth birthday and they had decided to spend it in a luxurious restaurant, just shadowing the border of the ocean. It was a rare occasion that they were together. Her parents were divorced, she lived with her father; but he was at work day and night, so she hardly even got glimpses of him. Her mother was already married to another man, she didn't visit Kagome as often as she did before because of that. The reason for this was because the man she married was not fond of Kagome, he described her as a curse, something unremarkably idiotic that came from his wife's past life. Her mother was too scared to give in. Sometimes he was a violent man.
"Mama, Papa." Kagome said, pronouncing each syllable clearly. It had been such a long time before she last said those words. Nearly a month, even.
"What is it dear?" They said in unison.
"Nothing." Kagome smiled at them and walked on forwards, splashing her small feet in the puddles of rain that had formed over the storm.
Her parents both laughed and their eyes sparkled in the soft moon light. Today, they looked like a real family. Kagome used to wonder, day and night, why her mother and father had decided to leave each other. They seemed so perfect all the time, never even arguing, nothing like that; except for that one time when her mother shouted at her father. Something about the word "affair". Kagome had questioned her father what the word meant after that, but he just silenced her and patted her head, saying she would know when she grew up.
"Let's go to the car, honey." Kagome's mother pointed to her dark blue car, pushing her daughter slightly on the back while closing her eyes slightly, enjoying the fresh, dew-like air that hung everywhere. She breathed in some of it and sighed. Ever since her marriage to her second husband, it seemed like such a long time before she could finally relax.
"Come on, Kagome-chan, we have to get you home." Her father said as he looked at his daughter, now yawning from lack of sleep. She shook her head violently, stating that she wasn't tired at all. She was always such a stubborn kid.
"If we get you home now, mommy will make you some of her special ice cream!" her mother said to Kagome, tickling her daughter in the ribs slightly, pressing her nose to the little girl's. Kagome laughed and cried out the word "yes." She had always loved her mother's ice cream, it was so delicious that it made her mouth water whenevere she just thought of it. It had been two years before she last tasted it. One year before she last saw her mother. The little girl cringed at the thought and jumped in the car, just happy that she wasn't alone anymore. She hated the feeling of being cooped up with nobody beside you; it was almost as if the whole world seemed to be ignoring you, nobody cared for who you were; they only just passed by you.
"Strap on your seat belt honey." Her mother ordered her, while pointing her finger. She had always had a knack for safety for she herself was scared of accidents, especially cars.
Kagome's father took the wheel and buckled himself up too, hoping to set his daughter an example. He examined the driver's mirror and started reversing the car out of the parking lot of the restaurant. His ex-wife had always felt safe with him driving; once he was named as the best driver in the district, always reading signs correctly, never speeding at a red light, he was one of those people that you could just trust with everything and who you knew wouldn't want a rewards. Kagome' mother had trusted him with her life, her emotions, her heart, but it seemed that he had lost one of those possessions, and it was never found again.
The drive was going easy, the car's window was rolled down and everyone enjoyed the still breeze that had swept by them on the road. Home was a little far away, you had to go up a mountain and back down again. But this had been done a million times before; so everyone in the car relaxed and even started to sing nursery rhyme songs.
"Which one next, Kagome chan?" asked her mother.
"Can you tell me a story, mommy?" she pleaded her mother, her brown eyes in a irresistible look.
"Oh, fine! But don't ever use that face on me again! That's my weakness!" Kagome's mother let out a full laughter and asked her daughter which story she wanted.
"I want the ugly duckling." Her daughter's favorite had always been the story of the ugly duckling; she loved it simply for the reason that the duckling had finally found its way into acceptance. It had strived so hard, and it finally had gotten what it wanted.
"Well, the ugly duckling, see, it wasn't accepted within the crowd. Everyone pushed it around, screaming to it, "you're ugly!" or "you're not accepted here". So it was very sad, no body liked it, for days it cried and cried and cried an-. . ."
"Mommy, why did you stop?" Kagome asked her.
"Shh, just wait a minute honey."
Kagome's mother checked to Mr. Higurashi. She shook his shoulder. To her horror, she realized that he wasn't even breathing.
"Soura! Wake up! Soura!" she said, shaking him violently. His eyes rolled in his head. "Please!" she begged him. "Please. . ."
Kagome's mother couldn't take the wheel, she had never learned how to drive and they were fastly approaching a curve in the road, if they didn't turn right now, they would fall down the cliff, which was eighty meters above the ground. . .
The car suddenly jilted and a breaking sound could be heard. The engine.
"OH MY GOD!" Kagome's mother screamed as she realized that everyone in the car was probably going to die right now, she jumped at her daughter and tried to shield her from everything.
The car jumped over.
And everything turned black. . .
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They said that she had been the only survivor.
They said that her father had had a heart attack.
They said that her mother had prevented her from death.
Most of all. . .
They said that she had been lucky.
But it didn't seem like anything was favored to her luck.
They placed her in an orphanage.
She had gone to various foster homes, but none to her avail. So every month, she kept on going back. People complained of how closed off she was, people wanted her to be a happy child, someone that wasn't so depressed all the time. Well people could think whatever they wanted. It wasn't as if she cared.
Kagome shuddred at the memory of the violent death that both her parents had suffered, her eyes turned glassy and she rubbed the forming tears with her hand. For the past 9 years, distorting visions of the accident had plagued her dreams, her head. She had even been recommended to go to the psychologist; but it was useless, as she had so often mentioned.
Today, they were transferring her to a different unit.
Unit F.
The place where children with no hope went, where outcasts from the rest of society were dumped in.
Kagome closed her eyes in vain and tried to remember the past, she remembered how boisterous she had once been; remembered the smiles; remembered the love; remembered her heart. . .But that was all gone now. She had lost everything she had ever cared for. She didn't even care if she lived or died anymore. Life was just another thing that angered her.
She packed her bags in, the few possessions she had remaining were packed in the sides of her bag. Including that was one of the things she had managed to nab out of her house. The small story book that her mother had bought her on her 6th birthday. The social workers hadn't let her come into her old house, they thought it was full of bad memories. But she disregarded them and ran into it anyway, grabbing her most precious book just before they managed to catch her again. She never saw that house again. Nor was she ever allowed to go back. She heard they cut it down and made it into some sort of homing business center. All those memories, gone forever.
The bus for Unit F had come in a few minutes later. She muttered good-bye to a few of the people she knew in her unit, and hopped onto the bus. . .
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AN: It isn't as stupid as it sounds! Please review ^^, they keep me going, plus, I'll give the next chapter to you tomorrow if you give me a lot! ^^
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Kagome Higurashi looked up to her parents, their large hands holding her small, tiny ones. It was her sixth birthday and they had decided to spend it in a luxurious restaurant, just shadowing the border of the ocean. It was a rare occasion that they were together. Her parents were divorced, she lived with her father; but he was at work day and night, so she hardly even got glimpses of him. Her mother was already married to another man, she didn't visit Kagome as often as she did before because of that. The reason for this was because the man she married was not fond of Kagome, he described her as a curse, something unremarkably idiotic that came from his wife's past life. Her mother was too scared to give in. Sometimes he was a violent man.
"Mama, Papa." Kagome said, pronouncing each syllable clearly. It had been such a long time before she last said those words. Nearly a month, even.
"What is it dear?" They said in unison.
"Nothing." Kagome smiled at them and walked on forwards, splashing her small feet in the puddles of rain that had formed over the storm.
Her parents both laughed and their eyes sparkled in the soft moon light. Today, they looked like a real family. Kagome used to wonder, day and night, why her mother and father had decided to leave each other. They seemed so perfect all the time, never even arguing, nothing like that; except for that one time when her mother shouted at her father. Something about the word "affair". Kagome had questioned her father what the word meant after that, but he just silenced her and patted her head, saying she would know when she grew up.
"Let's go to the car, honey." Kagome's mother pointed to her dark blue car, pushing her daughter slightly on the back while closing her eyes slightly, enjoying the fresh, dew-like air that hung everywhere. She breathed in some of it and sighed. Ever since her marriage to her second husband, it seemed like such a long time before she could finally relax.
"Come on, Kagome-chan, we have to get you home." Her father said as he looked at his daughter, now yawning from lack of sleep. She shook her head violently, stating that she wasn't tired at all. She was always such a stubborn kid.
"If we get you home now, mommy will make you some of her special ice cream!" her mother said to Kagome, tickling her daughter in the ribs slightly, pressing her nose to the little girl's. Kagome laughed and cried out the word "yes." She had always loved her mother's ice cream, it was so delicious that it made her mouth water whenevere she just thought of it. It had been two years before she last tasted it. One year before she last saw her mother. The little girl cringed at the thought and jumped in the car, just happy that she wasn't alone anymore. She hated the feeling of being cooped up with nobody beside you; it was almost as if the whole world seemed to be ignoring you, nobody cared for who you were; they only just passed by you.
"Strap on your seat belt honey." Her mother ordered her, while pointing her finger. She had always had a knack for safety for she herself was scared of accidents, especially cars.
Kagome's father took the wheel and buckled himself up too, hoping to set his daughter an example. He examined the driver's mirror and started reversing the car out of the parking lot of the restaurant. His ex-wife had always felt safe with him driving; once he was named as the best driver in the district, always reading signs correctly, never speeding at a red light, he was one of those people that you could just trust with everything and who you knew wouldn't want a rewards. Kagome' mother had trusted him with her life, her emotions, her heart, but it seemed that he had lost one of those possessions, and it was never found again.
The drive was going easy, the car's window was rolled down and everyone enjoyed the still breeze that had swept by them on the road. Home was a little far away, you had to go up a mountain and back down again. But this had been done a million times before; so everyone in the car relaxed and even started to sing nursery rhyme songs.
"Which one next, Kagome chan?" asked her mother.
"Can you tell me a story, mommy?" she pleaded her mother, her brown eyes in a irresistible look.
"Oh, fine! But don't ever use that face on me again! That's my weakness!" Kagome's mother let out a full laughter and asked her daughter which story she wanted.
"I want the ugly duckling." Her daughter's favorite had always been the story of the ugly duckling; she loved it simply for the reason that the duckling had finally found its way into acceptance. It had strived so hard, and it finally had gotten what it wanted.
"Well, the ugly duckling, see, it wasn't accepted within the crowd. Everyone pushed it around, screaming to it, "you're ugly!" or "you're not accepted here". So it was very sad, no body liked it, for days it cried and cried and cried an-. . ."
"Mommy, why did you stop?" Kagome asked her.
"Shh, just wait a minute honey."
Kagome's mother checked to Mr. Higurashi. She shook his shoulder. To her horror, she realized that he wasn't even breathing.
"Soura! Wake up! Soura!" she said, shaking him violently. His eyes rolled in his head. "Please!" she begged him. "Please. . ."
Kagome's mother couldn't take the wheel, she had never learned how to drive and they were fastly approaching a curve in the road, if they didn't turn right now, they would fall down the cliff, which was eighty meters above the ground. . .
The car suddenly jilted and a breaking sound could be heard. The engine.
"OH MY GOD!" Kagome's mother screamed as she realized that everyone in the car was probably going to die right now, she jumped at her daughter and tried to shield her from everything.
The car jumped over.
And everything turned black. . .
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They said that she had been the only survivor.
They said that her father had had a heart attack.
They said that her mother had prevented her from death.
Most of all. . .
They said that she had been lucky.
But it didn't seem like anything was favored to her luck.
They placed her in an orphanage.
She had gone to various foster homes, but none to her avail. So every month, she kept on going back. People complained of how closed off she was, people wanted her to be a happy child, someone that wasn't so depressed all the time. Well people could think whatever they wanted. It wasn't as if she cared.
Kagome shuddred at the memory of the violent death that both her parents had suffered, her eyes turned glassy and she rubbed the forming tears with her hand. For the past 9 years, distorting visions of the accident had plagued her dreams, her head. She had even been recommended to go to the psychologist; but it was useless, as she had so often mentioned.
Today, they were transferring her to a different unit.
Unit F.
The place where children with no hope went, where outcasts from the rest of society were dumped in.
Kagome closed her eyes in vain and tried to remember the past, she remembered how boisterous she had once been; remembered the smiles; remembered the love; remembered her heart. . .But that was all gone now. She had lost everything she had ever cared for. She didn't even care if she lived or died anymore. Life was just another thing that angered her.
She packed her bags in, the few possessions she had remaining were packed in the sides of her bag. Including that was one of the things she had managed to nab out of her house. The small story book that her mother had bought her on her 6th birthday. The social workers hadn't let her come into her old house, they thought it was full of bad memories. But she disregarded them and ran into it anyway, grabbing her most precious book just before they managed to catch her again. She never saw that house again. Nor was she ever allowed to go back. She heard they cut it down and made it into some sort of homing business center. All those memories, gone forever.
The bus for Unit F had come in a few minutes later. She muttered good-bye to a few of the people she knew in her unit, and hopped onto the bus. . .
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AN: It isn't as stupid as it sounds! Please review ^^, they keep me going, plus, I'll give the next chapter to you tomorrow if you give me a lot! ^^