Disclaimer: I don't, have never, and will never own Inuyasha.
CHAPTER ONE: MOVING DAY
I woke from my soft slumber to the sound of the birds chirping outside and the sun's rays making their way through my open window. I sighed contently. This was my home. It was perfect. I got up and let the warm wind curl its way around my legs. I finally let my eyes flutter their way open to look around. The first thing that caught sight of a bright window, I clamped my eyes shut. Then, hesitantly opened them yet again. They trailed around my room. It was covered in boxes.
Moving day. How could I have forgotten? The day I was supposed to leave this place. The place I called home for 15 years. I was so used to it. But now it appeared foreign. Everything I owned was crammed into cardboard boxes, my bed was the one piece of furniture that stayed in place, though only a blanket was placed over the mattress, and the walls were bare, cleaned of any posters or hand smudges. Under my feet which once set carpet was now plywood. Funny how things change.
I padded over to my suit case and zipped it open. All my clothes were packed neatly, courtesy of my mother. I shed my pajamas and wiggled myself into my favorite shirt and a pair of capris. I heard foot steps coming up the stairs and then a soft knock on my door.
"Rin? Are you ready? Your dad and I need your help loading the truck." That was the voice of my mother, or my adopted mother. My parents had died from a demon attack when I was young. Only a few months after I was adopted by my parents now. And they are they only parental figures I remember.
"Yeah. I'll help." I answered opening up my door. My mother proceeded into my room picking up a box and gesturing to me to pick up the other one.
"We need to leave by ten," she smiled before walking out the door. I stared at her leaving and wondered how she could smile at a time like this.
We were leaving Katsuura. The only place I knew. That place that we loved, all to go to some big city with no beach, no friends, and one stupid job which my dad just had to have. Tokyo was ruining my life. Was I being over dramatic? Probably. But I was moving away from all my friends so I had the right to be.
I picked up the heavy box and wobbled down the stairs trying too see around the it and hoping not to trip. I sighed in relief as I reached end of the stairs.
"Want me to get that for you?" a familiar deep voice asked, "Your friends are outside."
"Yes!" I almost threw the box at my dad and bolted out the door. I ran at my friends like a maniac and crushed them into a bear hug which they returned with tremendous force.
"Can't breathe," I muttered. Yuuka and Hina just laughed and released me. I coughed and bent of holding my stomach. "You're going to kill me one day with those hugs you give, you know?"
They just giggled.
"Rin! We'll miss you so much!" Hina exclaimed throwing her hands in the air and sucking me into a softer, shorter hug.
"You have to call us everyday! I want to know what Tokyo's like! Will you, Rin?" Yuuka grinned her brown eyes glistening with tears ready to overflow.
"I'll try."
"Rin! We have to get going!" yelled my mother from the passenger seat of our Toyota.
"I have to go," I frowned, tears now forming in my eyes.
They crushed me into another hug, but this time I didn't mind it. It was the last rib crushing, breathing preventing, hug I might get. As they let me go I could feel hot liquid flowing down my own cheeks. I had promised I wouldn't cry, but that was a promise I knew I wouldn't be able to keep.
I stepped away and walked to the car. The car pulled out and I waved to my friends. They became smaller and smaller as we got farther and farther away from home, then we turned the corner and my house, along with Yuuka and Hina, were gone.
The drive to Tokyo or as I nicknamed it the most awful place ever was a long one. My father kept talking about it with words such as, exciting and auspicious, while I would have chosen words more like contemptible and dreary.
"The schools in Tokyo, I've heard, are great," my dad exclaimed while switching over a lane on the freeway.
"Yes. And the house we are renting is so nice. You're going to love it Rin," my mother beamed. She always seemed to happy. No matter what happened she always had a smile on her face. I wished I was that way.
"Yea," I replied even though that wasn't what I was thinking at all.
We stopped along the way at a gas station where my dad filled our car up. My mom and I were sent to browse the vast array of junk food they had in stock. I picked out sno balls and a water and walked out into the car while my mother paid.
Then we were on the road again. The radio blared old people music and my father hummed along, quite content with himself. He never even asked me if I wanted to move. He just came home one night with amazing news! He told Mom and I all about the job there and how lucky he thought he was. I don't think it ever crossed his mind that it would be ruining the life I had. It was selfish.
But maybe I was the selfish one. He was happy, who was I to protest. I was so confused with all my views. Finally I decided I would try to at least pretend everything was okay, even if it was killing me. That's what a good daughter would do.
I nodded off to sleep in the old Toyota. I had lost track of how long we had been on the road. It didn't matter that much really, did it?
I woke to the shine of city lights. Electronic billboards lit the way as many cars all flooded down the same road with us. This had to have been Tokyo.
"You awake, sleepy head?" my father cooed from the front seat.
I forced a smile and nodded. I regretted responding that way almost immediately.
I looked out the car window and saw the people bustling by, not even noticing each other. In Katsuura nearly everyone would acknowledge people on the streets. Whether it was this a hello or a simple smile. Here it was different. Everyone pushed their way through the crowd of suits and cell phones. Seemed like someone could go through life in this unfriendly city easily without being noticed. That's probably what would happen to me until I got enough money to move back to Katsuura.
My father made a few turns until we arrived at rather large beige house.
"Here it is," my mom exclaimed putting down the copy of People magazine she was reading. "Nice, huh?"
"It's much bigger than our old house Rin," my dad grinned. "We can get that dog you always wanted."
I don't think he remembered that when I asked for a puppy, I was about 10 years old. Now, five years later, the idea wasn't so exciting.
The car came to a stop in the drive way and we all jumped out eager to stretch our legs. The air wasn't so fresh and breathing came just a bit harder here. Just another reason to despise moving.
I'd probably die younger here breathing in this polluted air. Bet'cha my dad never thought of that? Hmph!
My dad ushered me forward with his hand on my back. I hobbled forward. It did look kind of nice. Bigger than our old place, newer too. I shook my head. Stupid optimistic brain.
I hate here! Why can't I get it though my brain.
Sometimes I thought I was a bit crazy. Maybe I was born that way, or maybe somehow when the demons were slaughtering my biological parents they inflicted some kinda of brain damage on me. Either way, as much as I dreamed of being tough and strong willed, my optimisticness, if that was a word, got the best of me. And as much as I wanted to scream and yell about leaving, I never did. I wanted to tell my dad I hated what he had made me do. But, I cared far too much about our relationship to speak freely. Somehow I felt trapped. It was probably just one of those being a teenager things.
Being a teenager does a lot of crazy shit to you.
While I was dealing with my conflicted mind, my dad had opened the door to our new humble abode. Those words where quite an understatement when I finally peeked inside. It was huge-probably cause all the furniture was taken out. I wondered inside and ignored the talk from my dad and mom as I made my way up the stairs.
Four doors lined the hall, one lead to a rather large room which had to have been the master bedroom and the others lead to two smaller bedrooms and a bathroom.
My mom came up the stairs. "Which one do you want?" She asked.
I shrugged my shoulders "I guess this one." I set my hand on the door.
"Mr. Takahashi, the man who sold us the house is down stairs. You should go and meet him. He's a nice man," Mom smiled.
I walked down the first steps until I realized I could probably slide down the rail. I sat on the rail and slowly let go. The first few seconds were quite fun but I started to loose balance and tried to grip back onto the rail. That only caused to to fall off the rail and I awaited the impact on the hard tile floor. It never came.
I opened my eyes to find myself in the arms of a white haired golden eyed stranger.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
I gasped. He was a demon. I had only remembered ever seeing demons in pictures and in commercials on TV. I had never seen one up close nor had I ever been this close to one.
"Uh yeah," I replied.
"Rin! What were you thinking?" my mom yelled from upstairs. I didn't answer that one, because I really didn't know myself.
The demon set me on my feet. "I'm Inutashio Takahashi."
He was quite handsome. Though, all demons were. That's why they were always the movie stars or the models. They crushed all the young human girls dreams of success in those industries. Yes, in case you were wondering, that was my dream as 9 year old girl. And it was all because I lacked the purple eyes or the blue hair. But that was a story for another day.
"Ri-n" I studdered.
"Pleased to meet you," he said although he didn't seem so pleased because his phone began to ring at the very same time."Please excuse me."
He stepped out the rather large front door onto the patio where I could faintly hear his voice.
"I assure you it won't happen again," he cloaked to the person on the other end of the receiver. His voice even made me believe him. There were a few minutes of brief pauses where all he replied was a Mhm or an Yes.
"It's his first day-" Inutashio replied but seemed to be cut off.
I was called away from the conversation by my mom from upstairs. My mom asked which room I had chosen. I had already decided on the room with the biggest window, the most like my old room. There were three rooms in total.
"What are we going to do with the other room?" I asked. My dad had already said he didn't need a home office anymore now that he could work in the big buildings in Tokyo.
My mother didn't reply. I was hoping she meant an art studio, but I learned that night at dinner it was far from it.
After we had finished moving in the basic things, such as our dinner table and our mattresses from the moving van that had arrived later that day. We sat down for dinner. Our new chairs still had plastic raps and they made noises when you moved around. I found this amusing for awhile, but eventually grew tiresome.
"Where am going to go to school?" I asked. I hadn't really been too interested in the subject, but the dinner table had been as quiet as my coed 6th grade class during the sex education video so I figured I'd better start conversation.
"Shikon High School," my father replied. "I've heard it's quite a prestigious school."
"It's too bad I won't know anyone," I muttered blankly.
"Well, actually you will one someone," he replied. "When we(*YOU I mentally corrected) decided to move here we knew the realisate was going to be expensive. Mr. Takahashi offered us this nice place at an incredible rate. But in order for us to live here we had to also let his son live here. Inutashio needed a place for his son to stay supervised away from his brother because they fight so often. He goes to your school. I think he is about your age too. He is coming over tomorrow along with the movers to help arrange furniture and settle in. Be nice. It sounds like life has been pretty tough on the poor guy."
Now, not only did I have to move to a new house, make new friends, go to a new school, but there was also a demon, a demon that I did not know and that probably had some anger problems, coming to live in my house. Great.
Thanks for taking your time to read. I hoped you liked it. I should have chapter 2 out soon. It's already half way done.
Until next time,
Bella Kouno
