Disclaimer: I own nothing InuYasha.
Author Note: I know I should update other stories but I wanna do a racing story and didn't like 'Breaking Their Hold' because it just wasn't keeping me interested and I need a new storyline.
Gasoline and Love
Prologue
I smiled as the camera's flashed around me. Being the youngest super model can do things like that. It sends people on a frenzy to get pictures, girls on a jealous flaming rage, and guys into a disgusted perverted stage. It causes my inbox to be filled with questions: Are your boobs real? How the hell can I get a body like yours? Have you ever had sex… do you wanna?
I had just finished doing a Victoria Secrets bikini shoot and everybody was going crazy. I was seventeen and had my hair dyed dirty blonde (for the moment), gorgeous green eyes (natural), and a totally naturally thin body with an ample chest and vanishing waist complete with slender legs, abs, and a rather nice butt.
My manager, Richie, rushed towards me. He was whispering into his cell phone, frantic. He pushed through the crowd like crazy as the cameras blinded my vision every couple of seconds. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards the limo. He was never like this. Richie liked to take the time and boast me. I kept repeating 'Richie what's wrong?' but he wouldn't answer me. I tried to jerk my hand free. The flashes, the screams… it was all too overwhelming.
"Richie, what's going on?" I asked. I was sitting in a room on a leather couch with Richie beside me. My hands were neatly folded in my lap and I was looking at a large oak desk, in some place I wasn't familiar with.
"Ayame… hello," a man walked into the door and extended an arm towards me so I shook it respectively, "I'm your lawyer, Jacob Thomas, and I was hired to deal with all legal situations towards you. This involves your… well, your father."
"What about my father?" I asked, quickly.
The man glanced at Richie and studied me, but was still talking to my manager. "She doesn't know about Preston, does she?"
Richie shook his head no. I freaked. "What's wrong? What happened to him?"
"Preston Tyler passed away, Ayame."
It hit me like a thousand bricks. No, worse. It was like a freaking cement truck spilled a million tons of instantly hardening mixture upon me. I felt buried and suffocated. I felt my body break out into a sweat and the tears come to my eyes. I wasn't an emotional girl, not by far, but this was taking control of me.
"It… it's a joke, right? He's kidding Richie, right?" I asked desperately but I knew by the lawyer's tone, and the tension in the room that he was right. Richie couldn't even look at me, which was understandable since he was like an uncle to me. "What happened to him? Tell me what happened to him!"
I was screaming now, numb with tears streaming down my face. I couldn't see properly, and I didn't care to see the sympathetic faces that would stare back at me. I didn't wanna view the sadness, the hurt.
"He was hit by a drunken driver but that's not it Ayame," Mr. Thomas explained quickly as he took a pause, "Mr. Tyler wasn't your real father."
"What the hell are you talking about?" I was starting to get even angrier.
"Please, try to calm down and contain yourself miss. Well your mother left your father and ended up taking you with her, while you were too little to remember anything about your real dad. She got together with Mr. Tyler and threw you into every photography session she possibly could to kick start the career she wanted you to have."
"But, my parents… well my mother and him, are divorced." I said, calmed but confused with a thundering headache killing me as I tried to grasp onto everything. I felt like I was going to fall off the end of the world.
"I'm aware. Your mother was willing to sign over all your papers to Mr. Tyler because she didn't want anything to do with a child. She was beginning to have enough fun on her on and get enough money, so she didn't need you. Don't get it wrong though, your mother started off as a wonderful person but everything just got to her and took her with the undertow." The lawyer continued.
Of course my mother would be willing to sign me away. I couldn't remember a time when she cared. She was always too busy running around and getting poisonous injections to hide her age and mask the years of stress.
"Then, who is my real father?" I was rubbing my temples.
"His name is Walker Roads."
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"Are you going to be okay, kiddo?" Richie asked as he walked into my large room and sat down next to me on my oversized, more comfortable than a cloud, bed and swatted a piece of lacey lavender canopy cloth from his shoulder.
"Yeah." I nodded solemnly as I stared down at the picture in my hands. It was taken just recently of me and Preston. "He treated me better than anybody I've ever known, he was a better father to me than I've ever seen any man be towards any child."
"I know Ayame, that's why I couldn't tell you." He sad sadly. I wasn't crying, not anymore. I really couldn't cry anymore. All the tears had been sucked out of my face from previous hours of crying. Now all that was left was my shoulders shaking and dry whimpers. "He loved you so much Ayame, always remember that. He would do anything for you."
"I know." I whispered.
"The lawyer said that it'd be best for you to get to know your real father. You'll have to live with him for three months until you can be free since you're not eighteen yet. Preston's funeral and burial will be Friday, since we figured it'd be best to let him rest in peace as soon as possible." Richie said in a quiet voice as he ran his hand in circles over my back.
"Don't call him Preston, he's my father and he always will be." I defended instantly.
