Hello dear readers! If you were wondering why this story was deleted, I deleted it because I thought it moved a little fast and my writing skills were not up to a point where I wanted them to be. I will be revising this story, so I hope you enjoy it like you did the first go round. I am keeping to the same plot and theme, I'm just going to avoid going so fast so you guys can soak in everything and not be confused. Thanks! -TornadoTori
Concrete Angel
Chapter 1 Love Isn't in My Dictionary
Today was like any other day of dreaded high school. It was seven in the morning and the high school students made their way through the gates, running around a slow walking girl. Kagome Higurashi walked head down, with her lunch swinging at her side. She had no reason to pick up her feet and jog to class like her classmates. She just didn't care. Her striking raven hair formed curtains around her pale face and long bangs covered her brown eyes. Students avoided her like plague in the halls as she made her way to her locker. She heard whispers as she put in her combination.
"Didn't she wear that yesterday?" A short brunette asked her friend, as she gathered her things from her locker. Her friend was applying bright red lipstick and smacked her lips together.
"Yeah, its summer and she is wearing something for winter. Who would do that? Surely she's hot in that. Or she just doesn't have any fashion sense." A tall, lanky, red head stated, her stupid mind just wondering without really thinking. Kagome knew the girl didn't know any better and just let the comments slide in one ear out of the other.
"What is she holding back? She never smiles, laughs, she doesn't even talk." The dumb girl's friend added and sighed. "Do you think she only knows sign language?" She asked in all seriousness.
Kagome couldn't believe how ignorant these girls were. The two of them walked away, changing the subject to the new kid coming to school. The raven haired girl wasn't too interested, simply because he would just be another guy for all of the girls, except for her, to ogle over. Kagome looked out the nearby window and across the street. The elementary school kids were smiling and hugging their mothers and fathers goodbye. Kagome's heart began to hurt, tears quickly forming but she forced them not to spill over. She knew not to cry. It shows weakness.
"Everyone knows not to cry. Especially in a public place," her soft spoken words held sarcasm but no laugh made its way though her small, cracked lips.
The bell rang and she wasn't even halfway up the stairs. Her lacy skirt swayed as she walked the empty hallways. A baggy white shirt covered her frame and her skirt hit just above her feet. Her yellow backpack hit the small of her back every time she took a step, it was quite annoying, but it was better than carrying all of her books in her fragile hands. The only colors in her outfit consisted of the green and purple music notes on her black flats and a small lavender thread bracelet, tied very tightly around her wrist. That item had never been taken off since the day she received it on her fourth birthday.
She opened the classroom door and silently stepped inside. Sliding the door quietly closed, she made her way to her seat. This was the third time this week she had been two or three minutes late to class. Kagome adjusted her yellow backpack, ready for the teacher's questions and lecture. Her classmates didn't make any movement or didn't bother to look up to see who it was. It was always her.
"Ms. Higurashi do you mind telling me why you were late again today? Even if it's only a few minutes, being on time is very important in everyday life." Her teacher sternly remarked. Kagome raised her head, strands of raven black hair falling in her face, and looked at her teacher. Her eyes showed sadness, pain, and a little hint of anger. The teacher looked at Kagome and told her to sit down. 'I was already going anyway.' She thought dryly. Placing her backpack under her desk, she sat carefully on the wooden seat. The desks were made for small children but at least they had them.
Kagome pulled out her Calculus book and her favorite doodle notebook, just incase she got finished early. The teacher instructed the students to open their books to page 34 and to answer all of the review questions regarding their homework. Kagome's brown eyes stared intently at the material. She didn't do the homework and was completely lost, but didn't ask for help. She never did. Mrs. Jing walked up and down the aisles, her small heels clacking on the tile floor. She stopped every once in a while to see if a student was awake and actually completing the work. But when she made it to Kagome's desk, she lingered there longer than at anyone else's desk.
Kagome had rolled up her sleeves, due to getting slightly warm, and the teacher looked at the purple bruises on the girl's pale arm. 'Why is this girl always so bruised?' The teacher wondered but she didn't want to ask. 'What is the pain behind this girl's mask? It must be hard to be her.' Kagome felt eyes on her and she looked up. Her teacher carried on and Kagome rolled down her arm sleeves. 'Not good.' She thought.
After school Kagome quickly got out of seventh period. Everyone else jumped into their shiny cars while she took down the street on a pink bike. She didn't live to far from the school but the ride always seemed to take forever. On her way home, she almost ran over a boy her age while she was crossing the street. She was a few streets over from her neighborhood when she noticed moving trucks and three unidentified cars in parked in a driveway. The driveway belonged to a three story house, which earlier that week was for sale. Reluctantly Kagome stopped at the corner, a few steps from said house, due to a flood of on coming traffic. She stared at the family of four, toting in boxes, with awe.
The father was tall and his chiseled arms carried a very heavy looking box without trouble. His silver hair pulled into a tight ponytail, threw her a little off as well. Her grandfather told of her of demons living among humans as if they were no different, when in reality they were scary different. There were two younger males standing off to the side of the cars, pointing to the windows on the second floor. One had beautiful and unbelievably long silver hair. He was almost as tall as the father. She guessed that he was possibly the oldest of the two. He had impeccable beauty but his younger brother made her eyes and heart not believe there was someone that gorgeous alive and going to be living a few streets over. His slightly shorter silver hair shifted with the wind and the glimpse of his amber eyes sent her almost to her knees. What caught her attention the most was his dog ears, which twitched whenever he shook his head at his older brother. She studied the family some more, trying to pinpoint the mother, expecting her to look like them. A small, raven haired woman stepped onto the porch, adjusting a red headband. Kagome pondered the sight of the human woman and couldn't figure out if she was their mother or step mom. She sighed and then looked down at her phone. She was going to get in trouble for being so late after school. As soon as the traffic cleared, Kagome, not specifically paying attention to the road, pedaled her bike across. Still staring at the family, she had no earthly idea she was about to hit someone.
"Hey!" A voice shouted and Kagome hit her brakes with wide brown eyes. She looked up slowly, and her eyes clashed with amber ones. Kagome assessed the situation. She was about an inch or two from slamming into the guy with her bike tire. She laughed nervously.
"My b-bad." Her voice broke slightly. She usually doesn't talk much.
"It's cool; just watch where you're going stupid girl." The boy laughed and moved out of her way. "You live over there?" He pointed exactly in the direction of Kagome's home. She nodded a little and her hair blew crazily in the wind. They looked at each other for a moment and the boy smiled, little fangs showing.
"I guess I'll see you at school then?" With that he turned and returned to the yard, football in hand. Kagome blushed madly when a horn blew at her and someone yelled at her to move. She shook her head and pedaled to the sidewalk and the rest of the way home. She lived literally five minutes away from a demon family. This was going to be interesting.
His smile seemed to be familiar but she laughed at her silliness. "Don't be stupid Kagome." She told herself, when she put her bike in the open garage. No car was in it and Kagome sighed in relief. She pulled out her cell phone and called her mother. After a few rings a kind voice picked up.
"Hello, Kagome. How was school darling?" Her mother asked and Kagome sighed in relief again, mentally.
"It was great mom. Are you going to be out late after work tonight?" She asked and her mother was quiet in thought.
"Nah, I'll be home in a few. I'll pick up dinner. Is Kikyo home yet?" Kagome glanced around and didn't see her sister's purple bike.
"No, she isn't. You know she has to stay after classes sometimes." Kagome avoided her sister at school as much as she could, so she didn't have to be annoyed by the time they were at home.
"Alright, lock the door behind you. See you in a while. Oh and Souta is spending the night with a friend tonight. Love you honey." Click. Kagome glanced at her phone once more before closing it and sticking it in her pocket. She closed the garage and made her way into the house. Going up the stairs she bit her lip after she stepped on a piece of glass. She pulled it out of her foot, pressed against it with her skirt, so she wouldn't get anything on the carpet. She inspected the shard of glass and recognized its label. It was from a Vodka bottle. She wasn't too surprised, there were pieces of a few bottles all over the house. Remembering something she pulled out her phone. She dialed Kikyo. Her voicemail picked up telling Kagome to leave a message.
"Hey Kikyo, just wanted to call and tell you that Mom isn't staying out late tonight for a change and she's bringing us dinner. Hurry home. Use the key. Bye." Hanging up, she looked at her foot. It had stopped bleeding which gave her the cue to go to her bathroom and take a long hot bath. Once she made it to her room, Kagome shed her clothes and glanced in the mirror. Blues and purples danced their way across her pale skin. She sighed. Her eyes looked at her closet across the hall. She had an abundant of clothes. Except there was an issue; every one of the articles she had, you could see her arms and legs. That wasn't acceptable until the swirls of unnatural colors on her body faded away. She shut her door in annoyance. After a twenty minute bath, Kagome heard the downstairs door open.
"Kagome! I'm home!" Her sister's voice rang through the house. Kagome got out slowly and dried herself off. She pulled on a pair of pajama's and peeked out her door.
"Hey Kikyo, mom will be here soon." She called out and Kikyo walked by her and nodded. Adjusting her backpack the oldest daughter went into her room. Kagome shut the door and sat on her bed. She stared at the wall. It was navy blue with a multitude of stars and the moon. Kikyo's room was a light blue with clouds and the sun. They were really different for being so identical.
Kagome grabbed her black fur diary. She opened it to a clean page and began to write.
9-4-06
Dear Diary,
In school today I thought of a song that fits my life prefect. Students talk about why I wear the same outfit everyday. Ah, if only they knew what happens behind closed doors? My mother is a wonderful person…when she isn't drunk off her ass. She started drinking heavily when I was four. It's been this way since my father was murdered thirteen years ago. I won't show weakness no matter what. But I can't go to school with bruises radiating from me like Christmas lights. People would ask how I got so many and I'm not so good at lying. Unlike my sister, I don't believe in make-up. It really does work wonders though. Well mom's home. Dinner and then sleep. It is most likely that tomorrow won't be this great.
-Kagome Higurashi
Across the way
The family sat awkwardly on the living room floor, eating take out Chinese. They munched quietly.
"So boys, ready for school tomorrow?" Inutashio, asked grinning like all fathers do when it's their kid's first day to a new school. His wife, Izayoi, smiled as well. Inuyasha, the youngest of the two, grunted.
"The only thing I'm looking forward to is seeing that cute girl again." He took a bite of his egg roll while his older brother Sesshoumaru shook his head in disbelief.
"Stupid little brother," he muttered around his white rice. The adults laughed and Inuyasha huffed. The house may change but his family never will.