Hey guys! Well I'm here to inform you that 'Brother's Friend' was indeed deleted by Fan Fiction not so long ago, but like I promised, I waited a few months and now I'm re-posting the story!
As much as the event pained me in general, I find this as a window of opportunity! A few days before the email of my demise had arrived, I had read over the first few chapters, and compared them to the final three chapters…they were mediocre! So to better your reading enjoyment, I edited all of the chapters and fixed many of the pot holes…I realized I was playing around to much with the plot, and the emotions of the characters weren't sincere, and many of the occurrences and events appeared unrealistic and unlikely!
So 'Brothers Friend' is back and it's better than ever! Thank you to all my old fans, you guys are my motivation to start this story again! And fan fiction can't keep me down this time, and neither will a bratty complaining reviewer! I promise to be more patient…but sincerely, I'll warn you before hand!
THIS STORY DEALS WITH MURDER, RAPE, TRAUMA, FOWL LANGAUGE, AND SEXUAL CONTENT, IF YOU ARE NOT OF AGE OR IF YOU FEEL STRONG NEGATIVITY TOWARDS ANY OF THESE ACTIONS DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT CONTINUE READING BECAUSE I WILL BLANTLY IGNORE YOUR COMPLAINTS…YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and company…never have, never will…If I did I wouldn't be writing on fan fiction and I'd be filthy rich .
A particularly small figure tossed with an obvious discomfort at the rather large, ringing sound that had emitted within the room.
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With her consciousness shifting messily into place, she turned and smacked the distasteful alarm clock away with a force, making a large thump sound as it hit the her carpeted ground.
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An irritated moan surpassed her lips and she groggily opened her eyes to glare at her hated alarm clock. Violent thoughts of mechanical destruction rushed through her head as she openly continued to glare at the object that currently held her feelings of loathe and repulsion.
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She stared at the small ringing alarm clock with a look of disbelief and shock were written and etched across her face.
'Mother fuckers still alive?'
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Her eyes narrowed into an icy glare as she lay sprawled out on her bed.
'It's challenging me ain't it? Look at it! It's just there watching me squirm! Look at me, I'm fidgeting! …I must be going insane…I'm talking to myself and I'm threatening inanimate objects…where the fuck is my happy pills when I need them?'
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…IT-IS-ON, Bitch…
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Reaching out to her carpeted floor her hand made contact with a cold piece of vibrating metal that was her alarm clock. It was small and round and carried to gold bells at the top with a metal stick in between that was rocking back and forth making a loud impervious ringing sound that so happened to make her have this look of utter insanity as she glared at it with a wicked evil smile adorning her face. Clenching her hands at the poor innocent object she watched it intently as it rang a few more times before she finally cracked.
Hehehe…Ring one more time…make my day…
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She had thrust the clock forcefully into her wall
The ringing stopped…the alarm clock laid there looking dead and grimaced, with one of the stands rolling away a few feet from it. The scenery reminding her of a fallen hero looking shamed and in pain as one of his appendages had been ripped off from his body and was rolling away to the far corner…silently taunting him about his demise as she loomed over him with a wicked grin and a shadowed look of evil upon her face.
'I realize that this insane smirk is just twitching at my lips…Son of a mechanical bitch didn't know who he was dealing with…'
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A look of shock passed on her features as she looked at the clock with an incredulously, eyes wide with her jaw hanging. That look of alarm lingered there for a few seconds before it had turned to a look of fury and antagonism.
"WHAT THE GODDAMNED HELL? OK THAT'S IT WHERES MY FUCKING WRENCH!"
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"AHA! I remember it's under my pillow!"
Digging around her bed she found a silk black pillow beneath all the rest and she thrust it half way across the room before reaching and grabbing for the only metal object that held her affection.
Her shiny glowing wrench…Lucia.
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God, how I've missed you! Time to work your magic baby!
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Lady luck, help my aim
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Throwing the wrench with an incredible and accurate aim a sound of metal bits crashing against each other echoed thoroughly through her ears, and brought a smile to her face.
'….OK, exactly how sadistic do I look? I really should go back to sleep before the nice men in white coats come to get me…'
And with that final thought she looked at the alarm clock and smiled.
She rolled her eyes and fell back to sleep dreaming of millions of little mechanical objects with cartoon faces dancing and singing something particularly similar to the Barney theme song, on rolls of green hills and colorful rainbows and unicorns. The dream continued with her rushing in with a large chain saw and a sadistic smirk on her face as she lifted the roaring saw high above her head before attacking the clocks and ripping through them as the metal of their poor gear hearts were ripped from the metallic rib cages. She ran around sending those little cartoon clocks to a slow torturous demise…and then an immense rock landed on top of her, then lifting back up and then falling on her repeated times.
'….What the fuck…?'
For the second time that morning, she felt her conscience being shifted in forcefully into place, only now, it hurt. Dear God, was the clock alive? Was it hitting her? Fuck I must be going insane. A sudden jolt of pain was sent through out her body and she realized that the alarm clock must have gained a few pounds…
And learned to talk…
And liked to shout her name imitating Souta's voice…
Wait…what?
Realization dawned on her at full force as her fury rolled of her still sleeping form in waves. She sat there growling in an almost animalistic tone as her older brother jumped up and down in attempting to wake up her already conscious body. After a few more repeated leaps on her stomach her fist came crashing down atop of his head that was showered with spiky black tresses, and suddenly the weight on her was gone…and was replaced with a painful whimper from next to her bed.
"Kagome, what the hell! That shit hurts you know!"
Glaring at man on the floor a pout formed on her lips and her eyebrows furrowed as she crossed her arms against her chest.
"Well maybe I wouldn't have to resort to violence if you didn't jump on me!"
…A thoughtful look passed on to Souta's face and he carelessly shrugged.
"Touché, but it was necessary, we have to get up and get ready for school"
A look of pure shock and confusion descended upon Kagome's face when she remembered…yesterday was the last day of summer vacation…and today was her father's 2 year death anniversary… A sudden pang attacked Kagome in her chest and her bottom lip started trembling and her eyes pricked with tears that threatened to fall mercilessly down her face. Her breathing became shallow as she swallowed a heavy lump in her throat and her body began to shake considerably until she remembered someone was in the room with her…with a heavy worried aura surrounding them. Clenching her fists around her blanket she silently sucked in a breath and let her shoulders slump as she began to regain what was the left of her broken composure.
Looking at Souta she saw that his features etched an expression of panic and worry, and a feeling of guilt landed heavily on her shoulders. He looked at her completely unsure of how to react, and brought up his hands to touch her, but quickly stopped the action to just look at her with worry. He pursed his lips and bit his bottom lip before he opened and closed his mouth, probably trying to find the correct wording. Ah, the take in of air…he was going to ask the cliché question everyone always asked her, and she was going to have to slide on her mask of indifference and cover her lips with a plastic smile.
And here it was.
"Kagome…are you ok?"
"Oh, um yeah, I'm perfect…it's just the thought of school makes me sick"
Her face adorned a crooked smile and teary eyes as she tried to convince herself that she was alright. With a worried glance Souta shrugged and stood, putting his hands in his pockets, ruffling the material of the navy blue pants that were clad loosely on his legs.
"You sure twerp? I mean, school scares the shit out of me too, but is that the only thing that's bothering you?"
Looking back up at his eyes and assured him with a wink.
"If theirs not a single hot guy in Shorimura, I swear, first school day jitters aren't going to be my only problem"
And with that said, the eerie tension was lifted from the air and Souta laughed and walked out of the room.
Kagome kept on her fake smile until she heard the gentle click of the door closing. Her expression wavered to that of a broken and fear stricken girl.
Each image, each memory, each motion, drilled themselves into her mind, mixing up the scenery to flash by in her head at incredulous speed, making the noises of terror and shrill sounds of screaming escalade. Bringing her hand up to shield her ears from the sound as it only grew more and more powerful, she shook her head and clenched her eyes shut in concentration to rid her self from the series of noises and the pain she felt pulsating in her gut. The back of her eyes pricked with a river of tears as each blood filled memory rushed in her mind and sent her blood cold to freeze in her veins. A full blown flashback had befallen her mind, the picture was rolling and she had no idea how to get it to stop.
"Engaged?" Her voice was soft but the word dripped off her lips with a tone of venom rolling off her tongue. Her fists clenched at her side and her body shook with the feel of betrayal.
"Engaged?" The sinful word dove of her lips once more as she repeated it, more as a statement to herself than a question; she stated it as if to reassure herself of its meaning, and how it implied to her situation.
"You are getting engaged?" Her voice shrieked in pain as the meaning of it had finally registered into her mind; sinful treachery was the emotion that was wreaking itself inside her gut making her gag with disgust at the man before her. He was considerably young seeing as he was the father of two children, both hitting their teens.
He stared down at his daughter in sympathy as he regained his business like composure and stood straight, in attempt to make his aura overshadow hers, to make his presence loom over her and try to regain his authority over the situation.
"Kagome, sweetie, understand that this is for the better. We'll finally be able to become a true family, Rachel makes me happy…and I thought my only daughter would be pleased by this enlightenment"
"Father" The man inwardly cringed at the icy tone in her voice. Never in his life has he ever seen his daughter so upset, that her tone was soft and her words pierced like cold knives. Never in his life had she called him 'Father' she always referred to him as 'Daddy'. So to have her address him in such a formal tone meant that she, at the moment, held not an ounce of the love and understanding his precious girl normally had. So much, that she didn't wish to refer to him as her loved father figure, but more so to still have him obtain his respect by using a cold and shrewd formality. He felt like a stranger to his home and a foreigner to Kagome as well.
"How could you!" Kagome had tried to regain her calm and stoic composure but this new feeling, this sentiment of hurt and anguish, and infidelity burrowed inside her and made her soul stir in pain. These feelings were alien to her and it was frightful. Her insides felt hallow and as much as she tried to keep her tone with a shade of unresponsiveness, her mind had countered against it. That accusation was meant to be calm cool and collective, but the wound he had created in her essence was fresh, and the indictment was an edition of her screeching pain from her bleeding wound.
"How? How could you fucking do this to me!" Her voice was shaky and it held resentment to the beholder of her allegations.
"Watch your tongue, don't you dare use that foul language in my house!" More than surprised at her cursing he stood there wavering and uncertain of how to handle the situation, then with barking and a tone of anger himself.
"You see? You need another motherly figure in the house to keep your attitude in check! I'm telling you Kagome, whether you believe it or not, it is for the best!"
Kagome had done well at keeping her anger at bay. Her stoic mask was kept in place and she held her head high against the pathetic attempts of convincing her that this was a good thing, his attempts at convincing himself it was a good thing. But at that final sentence, when he insulted her dignity, her calm and always happy attitude, she cracked. Her mask split in to and her anger was released with a burning fiery fury.
"My attitude? My ATTITUDE? WHAT IN THE MOTHER FUCKING BLOODY HELL MAKES YOU EVEN SLIGHTLY BELIEVE THAT MY ATTITUDE NEEDS TO BE TAMED! I HAVE BEEN NOTHING BUT THE PERFECT FUCKING DAUGHTER SINCE YOU AND MOMMY SPLIT UP! WHAT KIND OF A FUCKING MANEUVER IS THAT TO CONVINCE ANY ONE OF ANYTHING! LOOK AT YOURSELF YOU'RE HAVING TROUBLE BELIEVING YOUR OWN BLOODY ACCUSATIONS!"
A series of looks had passed his face, varying from shock, to disappointment, to anger, and more.
"Kago—
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! YOU PROMISED ME! YOU PROMISED ME!"
He looked curious to her statement for a while and let the thoughts of apprehension subside to hear of this so called 'promise'. Her voice had slightly died down to a deadly whisper, each word slurred out with every kind of negative emotion pouring out and revealing themselves bear as the pronunciation was as bitter as the tone itself.
"You promised…that day you took me from my home and ripped me of my young childhood family, you promised that you'd make it up to me, that'd you'd never make the same mistake to fall in love with a woman to make me have to go through the pain again, that from then on out, I would be the ONLY woman you would ever care about."
"I made no such promise—."
"YES YOU DID, YES YOU DID! YOU CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER! HOW IN THE HELL CAN I TRUST YOUR WORD WHEN YOU SAY THAT THIS IS FOR THE BETTTER WHEN YOU CAN'T EVEN BE HELD TO YOUR PROMISES!"
"You, watch your tone with me! I will not have you talk back to me in my own house by my own daughter!" His anger had finally gotten the better of him. His face was twisted in a snarl, his white teeth bared to her, his forehead was wrinkled with vehemence and he was tense with every muscle clenched tight in his body.
"Oh, so now the fact that I'm your daughter applies to the matter! You didn't even ask me about how I felt if you were going to marry her! You betrayed me, your word, and the meaning of your existence! I HATE YOU! What father has the gall to pull this audacity on the only family he's been acquainted with over the years! You took me and left Souta and Mommy to suffer! HOW COULD YOU" With those final words said she ran to the door and forced it open.
"You take a step out that door and you'll never come back!"
"Abandon your daughter, like you did your wife and son, I hope your pride swells and I hope you sleep with pleasant dreams during the night!" And with that, she ran. She ran blindly through a heavy amount of rain falling and joining the mixture of fluids of her tears, hitting her skin as one liquid made her shiver, and as the other screamed murder on her face, running a hot trail of salt down her cheeks. She ran blindly into the road of her demise, blindly past witnesses to see her, and blindly into the dark alley ways that was New York.
The girl continued running until she felt a heavy and calloused hand cover her mouth and roughly throw her against one of the narrow walls of this dark brick alley. "Well you might be young but you look like a good one" The man's voice was slurred and sloppy as he stumbled around threateningly to loom over her and leer at her form, a bottle of Miller Light in his hands.
Her eyes widened to the extent of being beyond human nature, a terrible fear had embedded itself inside her stomach as his alcohol filled breath made her insides churn.
Fear rolled off her in waves and it made the drunken man's loins turn and the heat rushed to his groin at the sight of the young girl.
It took a while for the information to process in her mind, but as soon as it did her fear was pushed aside for a few mere seconds as she kicked his shin and lifted herself off the ground. She punched him in his Adams apple and ran as fast as her feet would carry her. After a few seconds a round of footsteps had charged after her, the man was probably sober after that, and along with the footsteps followed his angry cry and bellowing. Looking behind her she saw a glint of metal glare at her as a shine of light reflected of the sharp instrument.
She realized that his steps were becoming louder and louder and that he was probably straight behind he, but that didn't register until the sharp point of his knife slid into the skin of her hips as she cried out in agony. Her body was paralyzed for two seconds before the determination and wild instinct to live kicked in at full force. Forcing the thoughts of pain to the back of her mind she grabbed the hilt of the knife and forced it out of her side then she took the tool and pierced the man in his groin knowing it would hurt the most.
The man's eyes widened in a terrifying pain as his mouth was to dry to be able to release the sign of his pain correctly.
Her own eyes widened as she realized the damage she had just done, and that she could have very well ended this man's life. A load of trauma filled her being as she released him and held out her hands as far away from herself as possible, a new fear penetrated above the rest she had felt today, a fear of he own being. A various pattern of footsteps snapped her out of her trance as she stared at five other men who all had the image that screamed gang member to her. Her body raked and writhed under their sinister leering eyes and smirks, and she knew for the better of her survival…that she should run.
She ran into the street with them all running after her, but seeing as she was the only sober one she had the upper advantage…but seeing as they were older and she was barely thirteen had given them the opportunity to gaining speed as their drunken appeal had slightly wavered away. Her rush of confidence had ended the moment she heard the agonizing sound of a gun cock. She quickly turned out of the alley way and ran into the traffic of people that adorned New York City, and after seeing that the man with the gun was still close enough to get a nice shot, she shifted in front of the traffic and just as the car was about to hit her it stopped, and the headlights of the car had spot lighted her. The driver emerged from the car, and he recognized him immediately.
"Kagome I'm sorry- Kagome get out of the way!" apparently the gang members had found their way to her and held the gun with quivering fingers as the aftermath of their drinking. They pointed the gun towards her and the scenery shifted into slow motion. He pulled the trigger and the bullet was traveling in a spiral heading straight fore Kagome's forehead, and just as it was a few feet away, her daddy grabbed her arm and shoved her to behind just in time to catch the bullet into his chest. The bullet had pushed so far back into his insides that his skin popped from his back and a rush of blood popped gorily onto her clothes and face.
Everything froze that moment. A few more rounds of shots were heard, both from each of her sides... probably indicating that the authorities were there, Kagome was frozen in place and her breathing was nowhere to be found in her body. She was in a state of astonishment as she stared wide eyed at her fingers covered in her father's blood. She ran her clean hand against her face and found it dripping in unfamiliar crimson fluid as well. Suddenly her reality fell into place.
"DADDY!" she threw herself at his limp form, the poor man was dead the second the bullet penetrated his skin. She didn't even have the opportunity to hear him utter a cliché I love you and I'll never forget you' nothing he just lay there dead and cold.
"Daddy I was wrong, I don't hate you. I love you so much and I don't care if you get married and I don't care if I have to live with that snob. I'll do anything just please don't leave me!" she whispered clinging onto his shoulder like she too would die if she let go. She let him leave without a single sign of her affection for him…nothing. The sounds of her surrounding echoed and pounded in her ears, but she absentmindedly brushed them off as her pain took over her being. Shots from the guns were still being heard and the sound formed around her. She still ignored them…until a heavy metal object found it's way into stomach and making her black out and lay on the cold street ground almost as dead as her father.
Kagome bit hard on her lip the noises instantly subsided and her breathing returned to a normal pace. She remembered it all so fucking clearly…emotion by emotion, action by action. After she got shot she woke up in the hospital, apparently, by some miracle, the bullet had missed all of her organs and didn't damage her spinal cord in the least.
Whoop Dee Fucking Do.
A few weeks later, she was released from the hospital and was allowed to go to her father's funeral…only his 'fiancée" was there to 'mourn' as well. Thing didn't turn out very well, his betrothed had blamed his death on Kagome, and she started to choke her…after that she had to take some medication and had to start visiting the physiatrist. Apparently, she was a 'hazard to society'. And afterwards…the doctors had realized that these little reminders of her past; her memories, triggered an emotional imbalance in her body and she would go into small painful seizures, also known as, panic attacks.
She hated these fucking panic attacks.
Every time she looked down at her hands they seemed to be dripped in blood, and every time there was a mirror, her face was covered in little drops of crimson.
'Ok so now I hear shit and I see shit…I really am fucking crazy…
And it takes me seven psychiatrists, one year of five different kinds of medication, and nine months of therapy to figure that out…
How convenient.
Shrugging off the bad and negative thoughts she lifted herself from her bed and looked at the rosary pinned neatly over her bed…
'And to think…my favorite curses usually involve using the Lord's name in vain…'
Lifting her sights to the ceiling she sighed and said in a shameless tone,
"Sorry, Lord Dude, I'll try harder next time"
And with that she walked toward her closet and slid off her silk teddy, only to grab a red layered school skirt and a white button up shirt.
God really was mad at her.
I mean really? What could possess someone to come up with uniforms…?
Where was the originality? And besides that the uniform was so typical.
She laid the teddy and the uniform on the edge of her bed and went to her closet to pull out a pair of leggings and a grey hooded sweatshirt. She put on the sweatshirt first and then the white short sleeved button up shirt over it. She pushed the sleeves of the hoodie upwards making it end on her elbows. She grabbed the leggings put them on, and slip the red skirt over them, and then went to the drawer next to her bed and grabbed a pair if black cotton socks and went to her closet and grabbed her pair of red converses.
She lifted herself up and opened her door and slid the red tie off the door knob to tie it around the collar of her shirt.
And with that she ran downstairs being welcomed by the sweet smell of waffles.
Kagome's mouth watered at the sensational smell, imaging the sweet aroma emitting off of a golden brown crispy waffle, with the strong sugary sent of maple syrup dripped over it and the butter lying quaintly in the center of the waffle.
Maybe it wasn't very healthy to go into such details about waffles…
But man…She loved waffles.
Running in to the kitchen she saw Souta sitting on the barstool eating his plate of waffles on the kitchen island absentmindedly as he glanced at her through the corner of his eye. He nodded to his left where there was a plate of waffles, warm and crisp, waiting for her.
Kagome jumped past the island and slid into her stool as she grabbed her utensils and mercilessly attacked her waffles, scoffing them down with a goofy smile on her face until there was nothing left.
When she looked at Souta she saw that he was smiling at her jeeringly and he scoffed.
"Dude, you eat more than I do."
Kagome looked at him with a face of indifference before scoffing herself and exclaiming a rude 'You wish' before getting up and looking around.
"Eye, where's mom?"
"Probably upstairs sleeping, she had a rough night, said that they gave her a new case to work on, but her client was a complete asshole and that she wouldn't be surprised if he was actually guilty."
"…That sucks"
Souta shrugged his shoulders and let a look of sympathy shadow over his features.
"Man, tell me about it."
He turned and walked towards his car keys and swung the key chain around his fingers as he looked at her and nodded towards the main house doors. Kagome followed him out and admired the beautiful morning. The dew from dawn lay heavily on the grass as various amounts of water droplets shined as they slid on each long slip of grass. A cold humidity chilled as she drew a heart with her fingers on the window of the car, seeing as there was a morning fog covering it. Letting the naturalistic feel seep in to her skin made her feel at peace with a strong tranquility calming her morning nerves and painful memories. And with that thought, she slid herself into the leather seat of her brothers silver 2006 BMW M3 based convertible as he slid himself into the drivers seat. Putting the key into the ignition and revving the silver, sleek mechanical work of art roar to life.
He began the ride to Shorimura Preparatory High...
And her first day of hell.
Well basically it's the exact same setting as the first chapter I had purposely written for the story, and the exact same situation, just with a more artistic and mature writing style. Well, I hope you enjoyed the official first chapter of the new and improved 'Brothers Friend'
Reviews would be awesome! Please and thank you