Disclaimer: I DO NOT own InuYasha, but I want to because I think the show's gonna be over soon and I really don't want that to happen...on another count, Naruto fans should know that...Sasuke died:'( bursts into tears AND INUYASHA IS ENDING burst into crying fit hystericallyMy last pen name was AriesGal for those who read some of my other stories!
Wish I Could Stay Chapter One: Useless to Try
InuYasha walked down 24 Avenue. He was tired from being out all night and only wanted to go to bed, but since the fire that wasn't an option anymore. Sighing heavily he let his thoughts take him back to the night when everything went wrong.
It was the night after he had dumped the richest girl in the country, Kikyo Ozamaku. Naturally, his parents were still steamed that they weren't going to have the richest son in the country one day. Which is a little exagerated on their parts because he was only 15 years old when he broke up with her. She was a total psyco anyway, always talking about how one day her ex was going to come back to her and sweep her off her feet. Her ex had eben dead since last year, he had comitted murder and ended up getting shot by the victum whom had wasted their last breaths of air comitting the crime they had so loathed.
InuYasha took the obvious emotion towards this speach, jealousy, and did something that had surprised even him at the time, he dumped her. Kikyo Ozamaku, the richest girl in the country that could've been his. So he sat on his couch, blocking out his parents argueing about whether or not it was the right thing to do and if he should be punished, and turned on one of his favorite shows, Brotherly Love (ironic, eh?). His father must have lost control of his temper even further then usual this time, because the next sound in the house was a scream, a mans voice, and a thud on the floor. InuYasha could've sworn even the actors on Brotherly Love went quiet then.
He leapt off his spot on the couch and ran downstairs to the fireplace where his father had fallen...or he would've if the stairs weren't blocked off by flames. His father was capable of setting things to fire with his bare hands if his anger went far enough, thus what had happened. He was about to turn away and find his mother to help her escape from the flames when he saw a most horrible sight, his fathers face devoured by flames, eyes wide open as if in shock, and mouth hanging. Tears welled up in his eyes, and not from the heat, but then he remembered that his task was to save his mother from the flames before time was up, he would have plenty time to mourn later.
He ran through what he could of the house, screaming "Mom! MOOOM! WHERE ARE YOU?" over and over again, receiving no answer. Worry ran through his veins like blood and caused a naseous feeling in the pit of his stomach. He felt almost like he was going to be sick but thought better of it, there would be time for that too later. What if there wasn't a later though? No...He shook the thought from his head and kept up his search. He wouldn't let his mother down. It was just then that he realised how much time he had wasted. Parts of the ceiling were now coming crashing down on top of him. He had to get out, and he knew it...but what about his mother? Then a sound other then the roar of flamers entered his ears, registering as the sound of his mothers scream. He ran towards it, pushing things that had fallen out of his way with the palms of his hands, his leather jacket on top of them. InuYasha ran past a pile of fallen ceiling, then heard the sickly scream again...coming from beneath the pile. 'Oh no' he thought desperately.
Again and again he tried to pull everything off of his mother, it was all just so heavy. Faster and faster his lungs filled with the dark smoke, causing his strength to weaken. More and more was his desire to free his mother and get out of this hell. Finally seeing his mothers hands he grabbed them, pulling her out from the pile of burnt wood, and carried her out of the burning pit they used to call home. Laying his mother on the grass a fair way away from his would-be home, he looked at the house in sorrow. Surely enough the firemen would be on their way by now and put out the fire. 'Right on time too' he thought sarcastically, kicking a grafittied dumpster and causing a major dent. Then a terrible thought filled his brain...he had forgotten about Sesshomaru...
These thoughts had been running through his mind since the fire. The firemen had never come, not that he hadn't tried to contact them, but nobody would let a half breed in their house. Not even to possibly save a family. So he supposed that Sesshomaru was dead by now...every time this occured to him his eyes clouded with tears and sometimes the odd one would slip down his cheek, but he would wipe it away before a passerby was able to see.
How was he ever going to show his face in school again? Wearing burnt up clothes and crap...Maybe he could spend some of the money he now owned to buy some and a house...there was certainly enough. His parents had been rich after all, but not nearly as rich as Kikyo. He shook his head to rid the thoughts, how could he think such things when he had lost his parents and let his brother die? He walked on, then remembered that he had recently stolen his parents bank card. He dug in the pocket of his burnt leather jacket and found the card, strangely unhramed. He needed somewhere to sleep tonight desperately. Maybe his old friend Miroku Kaznaoke would be able to give him a hand with that one. He spent the night there plenty times before and was sure his welcome wasn't warn out.
He walked up Kyuuki drive and down to the 25th house. Cautiously he raised his hand and knocked on the door. Nervousness claimed him because of the state he was in, how horrible he felt. He heard footsteps, which didn't exactly help his already churning stomach. He felt sick for two reasons, he was nervous because he looked like a complete mess and what Miroku would say, and the smoke in his lungs was enough to make any half demon throw up. Thus the reason that when Miroku opened the door it was to see and vomitting hanyou on his doorsteps.
"Temae yoroshii?" (You ok?) Miroku asks, leaning over to help his friend into his kitchen. InuYasha's head was spinning and Miroku's voice seemed deep and far off. He nodded his head and took the glass of water that was now being pushed into his hands. "Arigatou (thank you)" InuYasha said, then gulped down every last drop in the glass and placed it carefully onto the table.
"What happened?" Miroku asked when his friend began to look considerably better off. InuYasha looked at his feet, then into the eyes of his best friend. If the truth must be told, he wasn't really in the mood to talk about it so soon, the memories were enough to kill him, but then he remembered what Miroku had to offer, and straightened up, clearing his throat. He explained everything that had happened in a shaky voice, but when he got to the part about Sesshomaru his voice quavered and broke and he cried and cried, tears pouring out of his eyes like no end.
"S-Sesshomaru---I---I..." he couldn't get any farther than this before he was unable to say anymore.
Miroku thought to himself for a moment. InuYasha had always looked up to Sesshomaru, but he could never figure out why. Sesshomaru had always treated him like crap, he never wanted him. At school or in any public place he would pretend not to know him or if he referred to him at all he would call by the name of halfbreed. When InuYasha would go to him in need of help Sesshomaru would push him into the ground and curse his name, yest despite the facts, InuYasha still cared for him. Miroku dismissed the thoughts. He couldn't understand it.
So he just stared at his battered friend with sorry eyes. How could he have let him go through this alone? He was almost always at InuYasha's house and the one time he could have been of some assistance he was sitting in his own bed watching Brotherly Love. Turning to his friend, he offered to supply with clothes, food, and shelter until things were better sorted out.
"Arigatou Miroku-chan" (thank you Miroku) InuYasha answered. They walked up the stairs that lead to Miroku's room, quite like InuYasha's had been except a considerable amount smaller. It had clothes spread out everywhere. From wall to wall there was not a space of the floor within eyesite. Miroku had told InuYasha to pick whatever he felt suited him best from the clothes, assuring that it was all clean he just saw no immediate need to put it all into the drawers (of course his mother didn't meet him eye to eye).
Before we go any farther I think it's only fair to describe Miroku a little. Miroku is a tall handsome browned haired young man of Tokyo Japan. He's about two inches taller than InuYasha, who's height is 5'11. His hair is always left hanging loose, a shag. Every girl in Kanjuke High think along the same lines: to die for.
InuYasha picked out something similar to what he had been wearing before. A black shirt with a skull and cross bones on it and baggy jeans with four chains on them. He left the room before Miroku had any time to suggest it and turned on the shower, spilling the clothes beside it on the floor. He took near an hour trying to scrub off the dirt and ashes from the fire. He came out looking like a million dollars, that is to say, hott and sexy. And thats just what he was, hott and sexy, what all the girls at school wanted more then they wanted Miroku. The only one who ever seemed sexier to any girl was Sesshomaru Takahashi...but InuYasha supposed he wasn't around anymore, and when he thought about that his heart broke into another piece.
Miroku looked at the clock. It was one in the morning on a Thursday night. That meant school the next day. "Well it looks like we've gotta get to bed" Miroku said, eyeing his newly dressed friend.
"Miroku you made me take a shower and get dressed and then you tell me to go to bed? What's wrong with you?" InuYasha asked moodily. I think everyone's entitled to be moody the day after they lost their family, but InuYasha had been moody for a long time before he had lost his parents and brother, nobody knew quite why though.
Miroku passed InuYasha a pair of boxers and a white shirt. "Sorry that's all I have" Miroku said, scartching the back of his neck and yawning. "Sure make me wear someone elses boxers. Cause that's so sanitary" InuYasha said sarcastically.
"We're men, we're not supposed to be sanitary" Miroku pointed out. InuYasha glared. Miroku was trying to be funny again; he hated that, and he especially wasn't in a mood for wisecracks tonight. He through a pillow in Miroku's direction and grabbed a blanket, then curled himself into a ball on the floor and tried to go to sleep. Miroku decided he would let his parents know that he had company in the morning, he wasn't going to wake them up now.
InuYasha tried hard to fall asleep that night. He had already had one sleepless night and wasn't counting on another, but no matter how hard he tried it was useless. He couldn't. Thoughts of his mother swarmed his head. He fought flash backs of that dreadful night over and over again until he couldn't fight it anymore and suddenly his mind was crowded with video-like memories.
He was kicking the dumpster over and over, trying to get out the frustration of what had previously taken place, but no luck. He was about to take another kick when he heard the sounds of sirens in the distance, growing louder and louder, closer and closer until suddenly they were right in front of him. They walked straight past him, not bothering to give him a second glance but he hurried straight after the EMS workers. They bent down beside the woman on the ground and took her pulse. One of the men gave another a deathly glare and the other shot into the ambulance to get one of their body bags. InuYasha knew what they were up to and ran from the dumpster to his mother, embracing her body tightly.
Then he stood defensivley, like a basket ball player, and wouldn't let the EMS workers get any closer to his mother with one of those stupid bags.
"She's not dead!" He yelled in their faces. The EMS workers exchanged sorrowful glances, then one of the nicer ones laid a hand on InuYasha's shoulder. InuYasha pushed it off imediately, growlying threateningly at every one of them. They weren't going to take his mother away from him. Not Today and not tomorrow, not ever. He pushed them down, took the bag and tore it up. He scratched at them, cut them up, he gave a few punches, and then his strength started to weaken, he had nothing left to do but lay beside his mother and beg, but he wasn't going to beg in front of these murderers. That's what they were in his eyes, filthy murderers. As far as he was concerned anyone who was going to put his mother in a body bag was a murder no matter what their jobs were.
So he laid beside his mother, his hands covering her, sheilding her from these monsters that were staring as if pittying him. "It should be her you're pittying not me" InuYasha thought. "I'm ok...but..." No. He couldn't even think it. It was the truth and yet it couldn't even run through his mind. She was dead. As dead as it could get. Not alive, without a soul, body with no spirit, the whole shabang.
Then he couldn't hold it in any longer, his eyes couldn't take the strain and he let it all out. He had actually cried in front of these monsters, and when he became weak enough they pried him off of his mothers body, crying and all, and left him on the street, taking his mother away in a bag. The last words he heard from the EMS were these exaqctly.
"Listen to me you filthy shesiji" the biggest man said, forcing his head up to meet his eyes. His eyes were cold and uncaring, grayer then a stormy cloud, almost black. The man was a great deal bigger than InuYasha and when he was so weak it was useless to try to get away when this man was obviously so strong. He did what the man wanted and looked up at him, he was tired and just wanted him to shut up. He figured he would stop babbling on if he just did what he was asked.
"You will not be attending this womans funeral, you understand? Filth like you shouldn't be accepted anywhere public. I don't care much of a fit you throw, act like the toddler you wish you still were but I will personally see to it that you will wish you had never been born. I will wipe you right off the face of this earth no matter what you do and that's a promise" the man said.
The last words rang through his head "I will wipe you off the face of this earth no matter what you do and that's a promise". Was this man threatening to kill him even if he didn't attend his mothers funeral? This man was a lunatic! What did he have against him? Nothing!
"What are you ranting on about, creep? You're not gonna--" SMACK! he was cut of by a punch to the side of the head. He fell to the ground and blackness threatened to take over his body, but he wouldn't let it just yet, he had to finish this guy off before he lost the chance, no matter how tired and weak he was. He stood back up ready to take some more and to win this fight, then heard the engine start up in the ambulance and the EMS workers were off. Anger filled his body and made his blood boil.
He set off down the street, tears pouring down his cheeks. Where he could go now, he had no idea. 15 years old and on your own is tough, that he knew from experience.
The alarm clock went off and Miroku jumped on InuYasha, fully clothed and showered. InuYasha pushed Miroku off of him and sat up rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. How long he had been out he had no idea. He picked up the clothes he had borrowed from Miroku the night before and headed to the shower. He was wet from perspiration.
After both boys had eaten breakfast and explained to Mrs. Kaznaoke that what had taken place the night before they hurried out the front door and were off to school. Usually after the death of loved ones you have the choice if you would like to go to school or not but that hadn't crossed Mrs. Kaznaoke's (Kishia) mind until after they were out the door and long on their way. Otherwise InuYasha would have greatfully accepted the offer to stay home and watch tv, take some time to get used to his new status before going to school again. He didn't like the idea, and hated it even more when everyone piled up on him with questions the first chance they got to see him come through the door.
"What happened?" "Let's hear all the details?" "Give us the facts!" "Are you ok?" "Are you still rich?" "Is there anything I can do to help?" InuYasha just couldn't take it anymore. "SHUT UP" he yelled, grabbing his bag and running from the building as fast as he could, which indeed was very fast.
More chapters to come later on. I just started this story about two days ago. I wanted to make it good, think up some details, think of a plot and stuff like that so it took a little longer. I wanna make this a REALLY long story so i'm talking at the least 30 chapters but I want to have more then that. REVIEWS WOULD BE APRECIATED! I need the help and reassurance if you want more chapters! Also! MY LAST PEN NAME WAS ARIESGAL!