(A small note. Some of the situations in the beginning of this story did happen, I did experience the first chapter just as a human rather than a demon. Oh and I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters for said story)

I pull into the driveway and sigh, the idiot hadn't left for work yet. 11:30 in the morning and he was still sleeping was my bet. I step out of my teal blue sunfire and lock it up. I'm Rhiannon a silver fox demon and this is my life.

(To explain the next events I'll have to give you a little back ground information. When I was 8 my father had a bad reaction to a couple of his medications and his brain was deprived of oxygen for a while. It wasn't enough time to kill him, for he is the idiot who hadn't left for work, but it was enough that it scrambled some things in his brain and well every once in a while he reverts to being 2 years old in temperament and attitude, some times worse things happen.)

I sighed again as I opened up the house, and yelled, "DADDD time to get up." Nothing stirred but our 4 cats. Mom was in the hospital, she had been diagnosed with leukemia about a month before and though she was doing better she wasn't well enough to come home yet. I sighed again, it's not like I had time to be his nanny. I had to get back to the college across town after grabbing some lunch. I hiked myself up stairs and knocked on his bedroom door. Nothing, silence met me. So I opened the door and said, "Hey wake-up." He grumbled something that I couldn't catch. So I wandered in and shook him.

"Wha, huh it's Saturday what do you want?" He was awake but it was obvious he wasn't actually here.

"Dad it's Thursday."

"No it's not. Who are you?" I was shocked. My father didn't recognize me.

"Dad it's me. Rhia." I was panicking, scared, and not sure if I could handle it if the only parent currently in my life as a permanent fixture had gone off the deep end.

"No your not. Rhia's only a tiny little fox." He smiled as if remembering something very happy. My brain spent sometime ticking, something clicked.

"What day is it?"

"Saturday like I said before."

"What month? Year?"

"May, 1996. Why?"

"Nothing." May 1996, ten and a half years before. It was November 2006. Then it all fell into place. May 1996 was when his accident had occurred. It was a Friday night. I left the room and let him go back to sleep. I called the doctor, he referred me to a psychiatrist that he thought could help.

I told the psychiatrist what had happened and about the accident from many years ago. He told me that it was rare but that in times of stress the brain can reset it's self or make one believe that no time has passed since an unfortunate event. He told me that if it continued on to tomorrow that I should call again and bring my father in to see him.

So I left my father several notes with the date on it and letting him know that I had called his boss to let him know he wasn't going to make it in today. So I made the phone call, just letting his boss that he was ill and could not make it in.

Being as I was late for class anyways I skipped class and went to see my mother. She was tired and one look at her face told me that she didn't need to know about father or about me skipping class. I did decide however to let her know that father wouldn't be in that day to see her.

"Hey mom."

"Hey girly." She smiled as brightly as she could. Bless her heart she was trying for all of us.

"Just thought I'd stop by before I have to go pick up Nathan."

"I thought you had class at this time."

"Usually but the prof canceled due to her being ill." I hoped she wouldn't see through my lie.

"Ah well. So where's your father? Usually that man hardly leaves me with a moments peace." My father works at the hospital in the IT department.

"He wasn't feeling well this morning so he stayed home. But he did ask me to tell you he says 'Hi' and that he loves you." For a moment she gave me a skeptical look. I just hoped she wouldn't ask what he was sick with.

"Ah well, tell him I said hi and that I'm feeling a bit better today."

"I will. Hopefully he'll be feeling better tomorrow and come see you."

"Reminded him that he's not supposed to come see me until whatever he has in completely cleared up for 24 hours." Strict rules come with cancer patients. Since my mothers immune system was completely trashed due to her disease and the chemo we really weren't supposed to be around her unless she and we wore a mask, but that made it so hard to talk so we usually just washed our hands really well and didn't touch her, and if you were sick you weren't suppose to come for at least 24 hours after the last of your symptoms cleared up.

"Okay mom. I love you. A get better or I'll have to res you myself and rekill you." We grinned. It was a running joke that I'd get a witch doctor to bring her back just to kill her again for leaving me.

I left her lying there and hoped that the next day would be better. I picked up my brother from high school and drove home. I wasn't looking forward to facing father, but when we got home he seemed fine. He knew what day it was and even asked me why I had left notes all over the place with the date on them.