Love can be found in the weirdest places...and in the weirdest people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha franchise…but I do own Inu Yasha merchandise. :P
Disclaimer II: This Story is dedicated to a very dear, very insane friend of mine, Vieta. She too, writes fan fictions, but not on the Weirdest Places
Summary: Love can be found in the weirdest places, and in the weirdest people. When an American girl runs away, she finds herself in a place she only dreamed of; and meets people she wished she knew. This is the tale of one girl and one demon, who's completely opposite personalities attract not only each other, but a whole mess of trouble and humorous events.
In the Weirdest Places
Chapter I
What's going on?
It was a lovely spring day as May O'Reily, an American student, walked home from Stevenson High. She had just separated from her best friend and was reveling in the silent nature. May adjusted the strap of her gray shoulder bag so it rested on her shoulder bone instead of her collar bone. May listened to the world around her. The birds were quietly chirping their song, and the slight breeze was rustling the leaves perfectly. The air around her was so calm, so peaceful, it was perfect. May was thankful no one was around to ruin the moment. She rarely had a chance to enjoy a spring day like this. Her brother would ask her questions and repeat random parts of favorite shows. May didn't mind, she too would repeat funny parts of shows and laugh along with her brother. Although when May didn't wish to talk, May would slow her pace and walk silently. At least she would try to. May's brother would wait for her and then ask why she was being slow. She would tell him that she just wanted to bask in nature's warmth, but he would just poke fun at her and not shut up about it. May slowed her pace and looked up to the sky. The clouds were lazily floating by. She closed her eyes and smiled peacefully as the caress of the sun warmed her slightly tanned skin. She would bask in this rare occasion the best she can.
-Beautiful day, isn't it? - A voice asked her in her head.
May jumped, but quickly calmed.
-Yes it is, Itzu-chan. - May replied.
-What, did I scare you? - The voice asked.
May could just see Itzu-chan smirking.
-You just surprised me, is all. Now quiet. You're ruining the moment.-
Itzu-chan is the cat demon that lives in May's head. Itzu-chan, full name Itzunori, isn't an alter ego, which some of her friends thought when May first told them. Itzu-chan is her own self. May believes that Itzu-chan's soul resides in her body and that is why she is there. Itzu-chan started talking 3 years ago, when May was 14. At first May believed that she created Itzunori, that she was nothing more than a figment of May's over-active imagination, so May had someone to tell her most secret thoughts that she could tell no real person. But a time went on; May began to realize, that Itzunori is a real demon, and at one point had her own body. The proof was that May would hear thoughts that weren't her own and sometimes, May would document the conversations between her and Itzunori. May has only told her closest friends and some of them are still skeptical.
However, May is a naturally caring and friendly person sooo...there are quite a bit of close friends. Itzunori has warned May about telling so many people and May has thought about the consequences of telling so many people, but May trusted her friends with her life and did not think they would betray her and tell others of Itzunori.
When May reached her home, she noticed her Aunt June's Escalade was in the driveway. Normally that wouldn't bring her curiosity up too much, but her grandmother's Impala was there, too.
-Why is gram home? And June? She usually only comes on Wednesdays? - May asked Itzu-chan.
June, May's youngest aunt, lived out of town but worked within reasonable time of May's home. June is the CFO of a company that provides supplies and vehicles to cable companies like Comcast, and Bright House. June comes on Wednesday because her older brother had trombone lessons. If June comes any other day, May's grandma usually tells everyone.
-Why you askin' me? - Itzu-chan responded.
May shrugged and walked through the gate and into the back door.
"Hey guys!" May greeted happily, with a wave of her right hand.
May was about to take her shoes off, but she noticed that everyone, her grandma, Aunt June, Aunt Shelly, and her brother, Mike, were all in the dining room with hurt/upset expressions on their faces. Her Aunt Shelly, who was mentally challenged and legally blind (though she could see to a certain extent) was sitting on the far right of the semi-circular table, without an ever-present Pepsi bottle, which May though strange since Shelly always had a Pepsi by her. Her grandma, Ellen, was sitting across from Shelly, and was smoking a cigarette with shaking hands. Ellen's hands only shook when she's either extremely stressed or she is upset. Her Aunt June, was leaning against the sink counter, in deep thought, which was the only fairly normal sight at the moment. And May's brother, Mike, was sitting in between Ellen and Shelly, at the middle of the semi-circular table. He looked as if he has been there for quite some time. May's smile slipped from her face.
-Wait...He should have been walking home with me...but--
May thoughts were interrupted when June questioned her.
"Is it true?"
June's voice was slightly shaking, but May could sense the sadness and hurt radiating off of her. May didn't know what her Aunt was talking about, but a feeling of immense dread began to form in May's gut.
"Is… what true?" May asked carefully.
"Is everything you wrote true?" June asked, while looking at May.
May began to fidget and move from one foot to the other. She does not like being the center of attention, especially under these circumstances.
"Um…"
May wrote many things, some she showed to her family (i.e.: school papers, some poems), some she did not (i.e.: things that would upset her family). But none of what she showed should have brought forth this reaction! May's eyes widened as she knew what June was talking about.
May's grandma, Ellen, lifted her left hand. In her grasp were two spiral notebooks, a light blue one and a dark blue one. They looked worn out, but they remain intact.
-Oh no…- May thought with dread.
May looked at the notebooks in her grandmother's hand. May could swear her heart stop for a few seconds as she stared at two of her most precious possessions; she wouldn't have been surprised.
"Is what you wrote in these true?" Ellen spoke without looking at May.
"What…no!" May lied.
The notebooks held all of May's sadness, anger, longing, and loneliness. They were expressed in writhing and in pictures that she drew. There was the occasional happy comment, but only when she didn't have someone to tell it to and she needed it to be let out. Most of what's in there is her anger. She would write when she was still mad and write what she thought, no matter how bad. She would rarely regret writing something when she felt better, but when she did, she wouldn't change it, but write a side note. As far as May can remember, she only added a side note once. The notebooks were sacred to her. They have saved her from doing something she would regret numerous times.
"Then what are they? Your 'fan fictions'!" Ellen asked harshly.
"Yes, they are." May said, hoping everyone would believe her. She was surprised that her voice wasn't shaking, a tell-tale sign of lying for May.
May hid the notebooks under her mattress so no one would find them and read them. When she first starting writhing though, she wasn't as cautious, she wouldn't let people read them, but she would just put them on her desk. But lately things have been getting tense so May took extra precaution just in case. May knew what would happen if her family ever got their hands on her notebooks, so she hid them to prevent as much conflict as possible.
"Then why are our names in them?" June asked.
"Well, I ain't exactly the--"
"Don't get smart, missy!" Ellen snapped.
"I'm not! I'm just-"
"Yes you are! You're being a smart ass!
"What..." May was about to say 'whatever', but she knew that would just feed the fire.
"What was that?" June asked.
May looked at bottom of the steps that led to the basement, finding those much more interesting at the moment.
"Nothing." She said quietly.
"Well, from what we got from these," Ellen began, "We have decided you need to see a counselor."
May's head shot up and she stared at her grandmother in shock. Although Ellen said 'counselor', May thought 'shrink'. May couldn't stand shrinks or 'psychiatrists', as what people what her to call them. She had to go to one when she was younger and she hated it. It was only because her mom felt that she needed it during the divorce. From what May remembers, she was just fine. Most kids would probably think that it was their fault their parents were getting divorced. May knew it wasn't her fault. Of course she was sad, but being only 6, she was happily oblivious to the seriousness of the situation.
"A…what?" May asked incredulously.
June looked at her niece caringly, "A counselor, so you can work out what's bothering you."
May could see through her aunts caring façade.
"I don't need to see a shrink! I'm fine, I swear!" May said, almost panicked.
"Well until we know for sure, you're still going. And he is not a 'shrink', he's a counselor." Ellen said caringly.
May didn't know what to think. She was so befuddled. She was shocked that her family would do such a thing. She was afraid they would go through her room, but she didn't think they would! She was mad that her family read something she made painfully obvious she didn't want people to read, and the felt betrayed that they needed a shrink's decision to tell them she was fine.
IN MAY'S HEAD
-Wh…why? - May thought heartbrokenly.
-May, let me take over; until you have your thoughts together. - Itzu-chan suggested.
-N…no. It's alright. I'll be fine. - May thought. Although she did not believe for a second that she would be 'fine'.
Her family had just betrayed her trust by going into her room. Her brother was even in on it! May and her brother are not even a year apart, and they have been through a lot through their lives. Although it may not have seemed like it, May loved her brother to death. She couldn't imagine her life without him.
"May!" June called, trying to get her nieces attention.
May snapped her head up to look at her family. She hoped they didn't see the hurt and betrayal she felt. That wouldn't help the situation very much.
"Can I…ask a question?" May asked slowly.
June nodded.
"Where-where'd you find those?" May pointed to her notebooks.
"I had to go to the back room to get a box and when I was walking out I saw the notebooks on your bed. I remembered seeing you draw in them and I was just curious to see how good you really were." Ellen explained.
The 'back room' is just the name given to the room in the basement that is for storing things that weren't being used at the time, like the Christmas tree, clothes, gift wrap, boxes, what have you. In order to get the said room, one has to go through May's room. She and her brother's rooms are in the basement because there are no open rooms anywhere else. May doesn't mind, except that she has to keep the walk way to the back room clean.
"What do you mean 'on my bed'?" May asked, trying to keep her anger in check.
"What don't you get about it?" June asked.
"What I don't get is that those weren't on my bed." She said, having more trouble not letting go of her anger.
"Where were they then?" Ellen asked challenging her granddaughter.
"I'm not telling you where I had put them, but I will tell you they were not on my bed when I left this morning." May explained.
"Are you calling us liars?" Ellen asked.
May didn't answer, instead she looked at the foot of the table, which was about a foot below her eye level, since there were two steps one needed to go up to get to the kitchen/dining room.
-Come on, May. Let me take control for a little while you calm down. - Itzu-chan insisted yet again.
-No, Itzu-chan. It's okay. I'll be fine.-
-You honestly think you'll be 'fine', huh? Think about it! Your 'family' went through your room! Your grandma wasn't 'just passing through' and she didn't 'just happen' to see your notebooks! They searched your room! - Itzu-chan said, trying to convince May to let her handle the situation.
-That may be so, but you still ain't gettin' control. - May told Itzu-chan.
-Why not!-
-Because; you'd probably say or do something that would get me in deeper shit that I already am, and I don't need that.-
-Ya know…why'd I even ask? I can do it whether or not you want me to or not. - Itzu-chan said.
-What! NO! - May tried.
-Trust me, May; this is for your own good. You don't have enough courage to do some things on your own, and that's why I'm here. - Itzu-chan said caringly.
May knew Itzu-chan was sincere, but still, she couldn't just hand her body over like that. For some reason, she felt she needed to be in control of something more than her thoughts. And in her chaotic life, her body was the only other thing available.
-Itzu-chan, don't! - May said, all in vain.