Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in this story! Maybe at a later stage I will create some new people but not just yet, I'm just getting started. :)
A/N: hello, this is my first story here, hope you like it. :) However, I intend to change the story a bit. Read on to find out!
Chapter 1: The Beginning
My name is Rin Matori, I'm going to turn 21 tomorrow. Isn't it so exciting, it's like I'm finally an adult, although I may not act or think like one sometimes. But what's the point of always being all uptight, I had hard times before, I definitely know how it feels to wallow in self pity, but I thought through everything.
All that has happened to me are lessons learnt, there may be scars from experiences, but what matters is I've been there, done that, and I'm stronger than most people.
I was an only child, and I loved it. No fighting or arguing with siblings, I heard all kinds of scary stories about these people whom you share blood with. They scream till your ear drums burst, making you their punching bag is their hobby, and some of the younger ones bite you to get what they want. Downright frightening.
My parents died in a fire, I was the only survivor. My neighbor's kid was a nasty prankster, I heard a lot about him at school so I steered clear, but he forced my friend to be his girlfriend, so I had no choice but to stand up to him, I mean, I can't call myself a friend if I don't even try to defend her. That was how I offended him.
To take revenge on me for being in the way, he tried to burn my father's prized garden by the porch. Stupidity is his name, he dropped the match and boom, you get a flaming garden and it the fire just kept on going. My mum and I were taking an afternoon nap, and my father was by the backyard raking leaves, we didn't notice until we felt the heat and smelt the smoke.
My father carried me out first, but my mother's body had always been weak and she'd fainted from the fumes, my dad ran back in to save her and that was it, a beam trapped them and they never got out. I remember vividly all that happened, though I accepted the fact that my parents were no longer there to care for me, to love me, I'd never forgive who started this, the person who made me lose it all.
My grandparents took me in, they were really nice. It was a consolation, they were not the kind of old people who likes to snap and complain endlessly, or scold you just because you're young and they need their cane.
I love my grandparents, they were my purpose of living now. My grandmother always smelled of lavender, she loved flowers, the whole house was filled with their fragrance, while my grandfather smelled of wood, he loved carving. He could sit there for hours scraping away wood and the result was always beautiful, it looked flawless.
I have a squirrel one on my bedside table; it looks very real, really, like its going to steal your acorn. My grandfather and I always laugh at this.
The problem is, I don't have any close friends, only the ones who you walk pass and say hi and bye. That's it, it's just my nature. I spend all my time with my grandparents and in the lovely bookshop that I make an effort to go to everyday.
I love reading books, they are my absolute best friends. My favourites are the myths and legends of feudal Japan, I started ever since I chose a book from my grandma's book collection.
Grandma noticed my interest and brought me to this queer but cozy shop that specialized in ancient books. I would spend most of my weekends with my nose buried in dusty books, books with torn pages and faded ink, and I loved it.
I was fascinated with the way things were back then, the wars fought then could be compared to the busy life in the modern days, and the busy village compared to the bustling city.
But, I would take the wars and villages anytime. People thought I was weird, and it was not surprising to hear people say that I did not seem to belong in this world. They would say, who in the right frame of mind would not spend time drooling over hunky guys or hot chicks in movie theatres, instead, wasting precious moments on rotting books. I couldn't care less what people said though, it was normal to indulge in what you like, and different people have different interests, just because I was different, I was labeled weird.
The owner of Mytho Books was Kaede, nice old lady Kaede. She knows me very well, since I have been entering the door of her shop since a decade ago, I was the only customer to be invited to tea with her. We would chat and I could tell her anything and everything, it was like she was a grandmother to me too.
In the midst of our talk however, whenever I told her about peoples' attitudes towards me, she'd say, "Maybe you don't belong here…" This statement was always accompanied with a smile, the ones that seem to say I know a secret that you don't.
Tomorrow was my birthday and I decided I would treat myself to an extra long day with Kaede and my beloved books.
However, when I stepped into the shop today, a funny shudder ran through my body. It wasn't unpleasant or anything, indescribable actually, just funny, and sort of weird. I frowned to myself but everything was forgotten the minute Kaede pulled me into a nice warm hug.
"Hi Kaede, I'm going to stay a little longer today, you don't mind that you may have to keep the shop open today do you?"
"No, definitely not. Anything for you."
I started from the back of the shop, browsing through titles and covers. The time ticked by, and soon it was dark, I was on the last shelf for the day when a book caught my eye. It was a hardcover book, but its cover was spectacular. It had embossed words that said, "The Shikon Tale", an old book as it was printed in only black and white, but when I opened it, the words looked as if they had been printed just weeks ago. The ink was dark and bold and its pages were perfect. I was about to inspect it some more when Kaede warned me that it was getting dark and the roads to my house was a little deserted.
I headed to the cashier, "Kaede, this book. It's evidently old, but why are the pages still so intact, the ink not a hint of age at all? I think I would like to purchase it, it has definitely piqued my interests."
"You may have it, take it as my way of wishing you happy birthday. This book may hold many secrets, hidden truths that may have been distorted through the years, read it well."
With that, she smiled that conspirator smile of hers. I went back home and my grandparents and I celebrated with a delicious feast of my favorite food and my favorite cake, Tiramisu.
That night, happy and sated, I got ready to go to bed. Dressed in my pajamas, I tucked myself under covers and took the book I had been longing to read. I was still a bit overwhelmed by the elaborate and intricate designs that filled the cover page, awed and excited, I read about the story of Inuyasha and his friends on the quest for the Shikon Jewel. I was having a relaxing time flipping the pages when I saw a picture of a handsome guy. He had pointy ears and stripes on his cheeks, his long flowing hair and eyes that were full of expression mesmerized me.
Hurriedly, I looked for information about him;
Sesshomaru, the Lord of the Western Lands
Full Dog Youkai
His half brother: Inuyasha
But what caught my attention the most was a poem that was boxed up beside his introduction;
Forever I will spend with you
In eternity we will be inseparable
New lives to be created
Dearest love you are here with me
Miles away you even further stay
Even time frames won't keep me away
I could not help it but recite the poem out loud, to hear how it would sound. The words seemed to shimmer as I spoke them, and at the exact moment that I read the last word, I was engulfed in a bright light and the pages seemed to suck me into the book…
A/N: Hey, how was it? I really have to know, this is my first time writing a fan fic, I'm just so excited I can't even sit still. My mom sayd I'm acting absolutely loopy, but i just can't seem to control myself. I am very anxiously waiting for your messages so please please pleasereview before she sends me to the insane asylum! Thanks! hugs and kisses