Okay, for those of you who are barely starting to read my story, this is not the originall chapter 1, but it's better in comparison. See, my computer and FF went nuts, so it erased my story, and now I have to reload it. I had to reload 12 chapters, but it's oaky, except for the fact that they don't have any prewritings like this. Please keep reading though, and I hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 1(or new version)
" So, now where's she going?" An impatient Shippo asked an already mad Inuyasha.
" She's going home to get supplies." Inuyasha answered slowly, trying to not jump at the child.
" You didn't make her mad, did you?" Shippo speculated, which was the last straw for Inuyasha.
"NO! I DIDN'T! It's not my fault she left, and I don't really care! So there, now leave me alone, runt!" Inuyasha sat down, and crossed his legs, and his arms, showing the kitsune, that he wasn't going to talk to him anymore. Of course, the only person he was fooling was himself.
"I'm home!" Kagome opened the door, reaching back behind her to grab her bag, which she put down to open the door. It had been locked, to Kagome's surprise, and she had to get her keys. Entering the house, she saw her mother come towards her.
" Honey." Her voice was tense and very uneasy. Kagome looked at her funny, and gave her a hug. Pulling apart, she noticed a man behind her mother, and again looked at her . The man slowly walked up to Kagome and smiled, his eyes shining bright.
" Hello Kagome." Calm and smooth, the voice rang a bell inside of Kagome's head. She had heard that voice before, but from where? Then she noticed the eyes. Dark blue clashing with gold in the center. Those eyes mesmerized Kagome, and she couldn't look away, as if afraid to lose them. she shoved the thought to the back of her mind, and reluctantly faced her mother.
" Mom?" Was her only response. Her mother was very apprehensive and she knew that this person was someone she ought to know, but it was as if her mind was cloaked with a shadow of pain, that for some reason gave her a purpose to not like this man.
" Kagome, honey, don't you recognize this man?" The tired woman asked her confused daughter. Kagome looked back at the man, taking in all she could. The hair, black with streaks of gray, now thinning, the face, etched with lines of old age, and eyes as intoxicating as his voice, his shoulders wide and firm, and his body, slender and tall. A very impressive man all in all, and not someone to be forgotten. But then, why is it that she could not remember him. If this man was so unforgettable, why did she feel so emtpy, so blank from her younger memories.
" I can't." Kagome whispered, and then something responded with in her. Her childhood memories. Those eyes and voice always with her whenever she played. Those shoulders always around when she wanted to cry. Those arms always protecting her from the pain and suffering of the real world. But those same arms that weren't there, when true pain showed itself. The day, he left.
"Dad?"
Hope you liked it, and please, pretty please, review, I would love to ehar what you have to think about my story! Laterz!
