Ch:1
(Punk Princess)
San screamed into the microphone her body shaking as she returned with a high crescendo. The crowd went wild as they thrashed their head and shoved to reach the stage. San could not help but feel a smile tug on her lips. This is what she lived for too make her fans go crazy! She felt the trail of sweat roll down her face and down her neck the low humming of the bass and high pitch of the guitar echoed in her ear as the two worked to make a harmonious sound.
She moved her head to the beat as she mocked dance and head banged on stage. Her hair plastered on her sweat covered face a strong flush covered her pale cheeks. As she let a low growl resonate off her throat followed by a high pitch scream. The loud bang of the snare drum closed the end of the song as she flipped the crowd off in arrogant stance. The crowd cheered as they rushed the stage and leapt for her. San grinned and stepped back barley dodging the screaming fans clutches.
"Thank you guys!" Her melodic voice sounded through. She bowed and sent a wave of blown kisses to the crowd before leaving backstage.
San practically threw herself on the couch. Her two friend, Mei and Shino followed behind, placing their guitar and bass in their rightful cases.
"That was a awesome show San!" Mei chirped, falling beside the young singer.
She smirked, he was right, but she wasn't going to boost his ego. "We could have done better"
Mei jaw dropped as he was about to protest but Takashi sharp laughter made Mei look up at him with a scowl. "What's so funny!"
"Your face idiot, now get up and start disassembling my drums" he shot him a nasty glare before a small smirk spread across his face.
"Whatever" Mei sighed and rose pushing back one of his blue dyed bang.
San could not help but giggle, earning a smile from the Shino and Takashi. San nonchalantly glanced at her watch, swearing loudly as she stood quickly.
"I'm so fucking late! My old lady is going to kill me!" She hissed.
With a swear of goodbye she grabbed her bag and was out. The cold wind assaulting her exposed legs. She swore even more, the punk fashion wasn't very weather friendly. Her torn fishnet stockings and purple black tripper skirt, with a ripped mid-torso Sex pistol shirt and worn out sneakers weren't well winter attire. She bit her lip as a gust of wind blew once more leaving her long black and purple hair disheveled. She had nearly missed the last train home as she snuck into the train. She was use to the people gawking and whispering about her and leering from the males. Two had already tried picking her up but when she sent them a death glare they left her alone with their tales tucked between their legs.
She was in way to good of a mood to let a bunch of horny business men bug her tonight. She hurried out of the station and rushed to her block. She slowed her pace down once she reached it, as she strolled and glanced at her neighborhood. She frowned as her lips set in a tight line. She knew she wasn't rich she knew this very well. They barley could afford their crappy house, in the terrible block. She had noticed the rust worn down fences and graffiti written walls, the rundown houses and apartment buildings. She sighed softly, every time she thought of how bad off they were she would fall into a trance of self-loathing.
Slowly she climbed up their broken porch steps to her scratched paint chipping door. The smell of alcohol and smoke assaulted her nose before she felt a strong hand grip at her hair tugging her harshly into the house. A hand found its way to San's face as it sent a blow to her cheek and stinging rough slaps. San pushed her angry mother away from her, fighting the urge to strike her mother back. She stared into her mother's bloodshot eyes.
"Where the hell have you been!" She shrieked.
"Out..." San mumbled out.
Her mother sneered and made a very non-lady like grunt. As she glanced at her daughter from head to toe
"More like being a fucking whore! Look at how your dressed",she hissed , "you were with those boys again weren't you!?"
"I told you mom! We're all just friends!" She received another slap across her cheek.
"Don't you raise your voice in my house"
San fought back the hot tears that stung her eyes. She would never cry, not for anyone and especially not for her mother. She turned away from her mother and hurried upstairs to her room where she could hide.
"Come back down here!" Her mother screamed after her, "I didn't say you could go"
"No!" San shout back.
"Why you cheeky little bitch!", her mothers shrill voice sounded behind her, "get back down here and I'll knock it right out of you!"
San slammed the door to her bedroom making sure to lock it before laying down on herbed. She heard her door shake violently as her mother kicked and banged at the door. She actually thought her mother would actually knock the door down. Luckily her mother had given up and left swearing to her room where most likely laid a whiskey bottle open and half-way gone.
San let the hot tears cascade down her face, she had been careless again she let herself get caught up in the moment. She should have been alert and aware of the time. She sighed as she stifled a sob, she stared at her digital clock that sat blinking on her nightstand.
"Two fifty-two am" She whispered to herself.
She groaned into her pillow, she would have to get up in a few hours for her first day back to school. It would be her first year to Shinogama High, she had been kicked out of her last school, luckily she got accept into this one. She yawned this time as she pulled one of her bed sheets over her. 'Tomorrow is another day', she thought as she felt sleep wash over her weary body.
A/N: Yup it's so AU! Next Chapter introduces Ashitaka I hope you liked it R&R plz!
