Chapter One: My Life
"That will be $21.75, Mr. Rodgers," I say as I bag up his new tool and hand it to him. He hands me said amount. I place it where it's suppose to go in the register and close it. This was my life. I work in a small towns' hardware store as a cashier. I knew everyone in town and everyone knew me. That's how small it was. My mom and dad work from home seeing as they are both authors. They bought a big house in the country to raise me and my brother, Souta. They thought keeping us from the harshness of the city would keep us nice and innocent. It was a lie. Souta listens to rap and dresses like a thug. He has 5, I kid you not, 5 girlfriends.
As for myself I'm still nice, but I'm not going to lie, I'm not that innocent. Sure I have never had sex, but I party just like any other teenager. Within three weeks I would be an adult. Oh the wonderful age of 18. For being 17 I haven't done too bad. I own my own car. I have a job making just a little over ten dollars an hour considering it was a full time job. I already graduated high school and have done some college courses so my life was headed in the right the direction. There was still one little thing I wanted though and it was that cute little farm house down the road. It was in between my house and the town. If I got it my ride to work would go from an hour to half an hour.
The house was sort of falling down, but it had so much potential. It was two stories with a wraparound porch and big bay windows. There was a gazebo off to one side of the porch that was attached to the house itself. The paint was chipping off of it in big pale yellow flakes. It even had a barn off in the back. All it would need was some love and it could be beautiful. Yet there was one slight problem in my plan, I didn't know anything about fixing up a house or running a farm. Ugh.
The bell from the door snapped my from my thoughts as I smiled at the group of people that just walked in the door. My heart stopped when I realized who it was. The Tashios'. Inu no Tashio had two sons, all three of them had silver hair at various lengths and amber eyes. Inuyasha, the youngest son who was my age, had long silver hair that nearly touched his butt. Sesshomaru, the older brother, had cut his hair short, but still managed to keep it messy. Inu, his hair touched the floor but it was currently up in a high ponytail so it brushed his knees. They lived out on the biggest farm in this county. Inu owned a company in the city, but continued to run the family farm when his parents died. Some people said it was to teach his sons about hard labor and what not. I think it's just because he did it when he was younger so he thinks his sons should too.
"Well hello there Ms. Kagome," Inu says as he takes my hand. His sons had disappeared into the store to get what their father needed.
"Hello Mr. Tashio. How are you today?" I ask as I slowly take my hand back. That was the only thing about him that I couldn't stand. He was a pervert and Inuyasha had inherited that as well. Sesshomaru, well he is just cold and secluded and doesn't care.
"I am well, but if you would come home with me to have a glass of lemonade, well then I would be fantastic." He winks at me and I smile and blush like he wants me too.
"That sounds nice, but I don't get off until six tonight and I have to be home to make dinner for me and Souta."
"Oh your parents out of town again?"
"Yeah, they went to Italy about two weeks ago so they should be home tomorrow," I say and watching the hope drain from his eyes. My parents did travel a lot and they were gone, they just weren't coming home for another week or so. A loud clang makes me jump and look at the counter.
"If you are done flirting with the cashier father we have the things you wanted," Sesshomaru said in his deep rumbling voice that made my knees week for some reason. As the two began to fight I ring up the tools and nails and what not.
"That will be $57.82 Mr. Tashio," I say with a smile. I hand him the bag and take the cash putting it where it belongs. Now where was I, oh yes, my dream house.