Disclaimer: No, people, Inu-Yasha isn't mine. :sigh: And I don't own anything else you may or may not recognize. Just making sure…
Intro: Hi! I'm Rory. This is my very first Inu-Yasha fic. It's basically a really demented version of Cinderella. But my mind is twisted like that.
Chimney-Boy and Cinder-Girl: A Very Twisted ParodyThe Summary: Inu-Yasha is treated like a servant in the home he and his brother inherited from their father, forced to do all the really gross chores even though Sessho-maru has Jakken to do his bidding. Kagome lives with her (literally) evil stepmother Naraku (heh) and her nasty twin, Kikyo, their annoying little sister Kaede, and her two stepsisters: rebellious Kagura and depressed, submissive Kanna. A royal ball is announced, and somehow Inu-Yasha and Kagome meet. Their tentative friendship is nearly ripped to shreds by demon attacks, curfews, and one very jealous woman.
Sound good? I hope so! I decided to have it be little-kid Kaede instead of old-lady Kaede because it worked better for the plot. In my opinion, anyways. If you notice certain characters missing, most of them will turn up eventually, but I can't make guarantees. And yes, I did make Naraku an evil stepmother rather than a stepfather.
I'm really excited to write this! I guess I'd best start writing it, then.
Prologue
When Father Died and My Step-Family
"DAAAAAAAAAD! FLUFFY CALLED ME STUPID!"
Inu-Taisha sighed. His sons couldn't go ten minutes without fighting. "Inu-Yasha," he said, exasperated, "Perhaps he makes fun of you because you call him 'Fluffy.'"
The small boy thought about this. "Well, I guess so, but what else am I supposed to call him? I can't say Shessh – um, Sessssssoh – I mean, um – "
"Sesshou-maru," came a cold voice. A tall young man, seemingly about eighteen or so, lounged against the doorway. "I would appreciate if you would discipline him, Father."
Inu-Yasha stuck out his tongue. His father smacked him lightly on the head. "You must be patient with your brother," he said to his older son sternly. "He is only four years old."
"And a filthy little hanyou," he muttered under his breath.
FWAM
"You will not speak of him as such," Inu-Taisha said in a low, deadly voice. Sessho-maru nodded reluctantly. Their father knelt. "Now, Inu-Yasha," he said, putting his hands on the boy's shoulders. "I have to go away for a while. There's a bad demon terrorizing people on the eastern region, so I'm going to…take care of it."
He looked up sadly at his father. "Do you have to?" he asked, trying hard not to whine.
Inu-Taisha smiled sadly at his son. "Yes," he said. "I have to." He stood and faced his older son. "Sessho-maru," he said. "If I don't return, I want you to take care of Inu-Yasha."
The youkai rolled his eyes. "Yes, Father," he said.
"I mean it," he replied, frowning. "It is my last testament if I should die. Remember my will."
Sullenly, Sessho-maru nodded. "Fine," he said. "I'll take care of the bra – my brother if you die." As if you will, he thought.
He nodded. "Good. Farewell, boys." And with that, he walked out the door.
Kagome looked in the mirror. "Do I look okay, Kikyo?" she asked.
The girl sighed. "Kagome," she said patiently, "Does your image matter so much?"
She shot her twin a look behind her back. Of course image didn't matter to Kikyo, perfect Kikyo who was beautiful and a powerful miko to boot. Sometimes, Kagome really envied her sister. Not that she wanted to become a priestess, like Kikyo had to. Even though she didn't have many talents, at least Kagome had her freedom.
"Well, we are going to be meeting out new stepmother and our stepsisters," she said, tying the necktie around her neck. Kagome was a time-traveler and had lived with the girls' mother five hundred years from the present until her untimely death. She loved the clothes there; she even kept her old school uniform. "Don't you want to look nice, Kikyo? What are you going to wear?"
The girl gave Kagome a superior look. "The same clothes I wear to do my temple duties. Our stepmother does not commence better than that of the divine."
Whatever, Kagome thought, sighing. The two girls were so different. They were identical twins, born the same day, both the same weight, the same height, the same color hair and eyes; they were both thirteen. But they were like night and day, demons and monks. A loud noise brought their attention to the doorway.
"Kiiii-kyyyyooooooooooo," came a small voice, "Why do I have to wear my good kimono for her?"
She smiled. "Kaede," she said, kneeling, "It's fine. You can wear whatever you wish."
"You should still look nice," Kagome said weakly, but Kaede paid no attention to her. She had eyes only for Kikyo.
"Girls, come down!" A servant stood at the bottom of the stairs. "Your stepmother is here!"
Kagome winced. She was so scared…Their new stepmother was the person their father had married while on his travels, before he died. Who could he have trusted so much so as to entrust with his daughters' care?
The three daughters walked down the stairs. When they reached the bottom, Kaede took the hands of her two older sisters, and they went out the door. A coach pulled up before them, pulled by a skeletal horse. Kagome shivered involuntarily. When it slowed to a stop, the door creaked open, and the girls exerted some serious self-control to not run away or crane their necks to look inside.
A tall woman stepped out. He – She was very thin, and didn't really have a chest. She was dressed in a royal-looking kimono and had her straggly, limp hair pulled back into a loose tie. The only thing to suggest that this person was female was the bright paint over her eyes.
She spread her arms when she saw the girls. "Greetings," she said in a strange, oddly high-pitched voice. "I am your stepmother, Naraku."
"But, Kagome," Kaede whispered, "Isn't that a man's name?"
"Shush," she whispered back. To their new stepmother, Kagome bowed. "Hello, Stepmother, and welcome to our home. I'm Kagome. This is Kaede and Kikyo." She indicated the respective sisters.
Naraku nodded. "May I introduced my – daughters?" Two girls stepped out of the coach. "This is Kanna and Kagura."
Kagura nodded sullenly at her new stepsisters. She seemed to be about eighteen, thin, and dressed in a red and gold kimono. Her short black hair was pulled back, and she whipped out a plain white fan and began to flap it at her face, even though it was a pleasant, windless day. "Great to meet you," she said sarcastically.
"Hello. I'm Kanna." The other daughter didn't even look up. Everything about her was colorless – her clothes, her hair, even her eyes were just large black pools. So much white! Never had Kagome seen a girl of that age – she only looked about ten years old – who wore so much of the one plain color. Surely Naraku could afford more colorful cloth for this girl…
Their stepmother glared at them. "Show me where I'll be staying," she ordered.
Kikyo looked furious. "You speak to us as though we are servants," she hissed. "We are your stepdaughters! There is indeed hired help, so you may not speak to us in that fashion!"
Naraku glared at the girl. "We'll see about that."
Rory: Dun-dun-DUUUNNN! How scary! Naraku…demented…
Well, I'm having fun with this. It was actually a decent length, for once. About a thousand words. But you don't care about that! Okay, here we go.
The story is going to be pretty much told in that format, what with the two views, one general plot, and countless subplots. Who do you want to see more of, Kagome's plot or Inu-Yasha's? Tell me in a review if you dare!
NEXT CHAPTER:
Fast forward to the 'present day,' in which Inu-Yasha and Kagome are fifteen. See what their families have done to them…
