Something.
Something.
Just something.
Why can't I be more?
Why can't I be just a bit more respected?
Is that so much to ask?
If- if I can't be useful, even for evil ways, what good am I?
How can I become... him?
How?
How?
How!
I-I can't be like this... I just can't.
I have to calm down.
But still.
I'm just something... not even a someone.
So how can I be something a sliver more?
Even a stick has better use than me...
Chapter One
"Inuyasha... wake up"
He sighed and opened his eyes quickly. Usually, he didn't want to wake up. Such pleasent dreams in the past. This just made him feel terrible... not one that gave him a little more strength to just go. Was this what humans called a nightmare?
"Mom... I don't want to..." he croaked slightly. Maybe if he went back to sleep, a better feeling will come out.
" You'll have to. Last time you slept 'til noon, sleepy head"
"Ugh! Mom... stop"
"Then hurry out of bed. Come on"
"Fine!" he answered groggily. No matter what he said, his mother always got the best of him.
"Come and have breakfast son." she called and left the room.
Inuyasha got up and stumbled down the stairs, deep in thought. He had never had a dream like that before. Maybe he'd talk with his mom afterwords. For now, he'd just keep wondering.
After eating his breakfast, Inuyasha ran outside to get a little fresh air. The air inside was so stale.
He heard birds chirping cheerfully. That sorta raised his spirits. Then again, it didn't really help clear his mind of troublesome thoughts.
He headed for the village, smirking as he ran, swiftly dodging trees and jumping over twigs and other animals. The girl he met last night was most peculiar, he could barely sleep last night. But that was normal. She didn't exactly see him. He just saw her. She wasn't the least like any girl he had ever seen. He thought she was more talented than him and thought she could at least make his life more interesting.
A shiver swept through his body. She was getting closer. He walked for a few minutes then jumped up to the god tree's branches and started climbing. He arubtly stopped and and sat down on one of it's strong branches in the tree. The girl came into veiw. The only thing strange about it was she was with another girl with a weaker aura than her. Armed with strangely smooth twigs with metal tips and feathers at the end, the girl pointed it at the center of another tree right beside the tree he was sitting on. The curved stick with elastic string was called a bow, he recalled. She bent the string in just the right angle, using the strange twig to upon that, and laid it horizontily. She gripped it tightly with her thumb, her index finger being used as a pointer, and she let go.
The arrow hit with a painfull thunk. Inuyasha tried to shut out the sound. It was so sickning to even a youkai, but with his sensitive hearing, it caused him to fall down from the tree. He fell down without a scratch. But that wasn't what was on his mind.
The girl he had been spying so carefully on stared at him. She hurridly felt for her bow and arrows that she dropped from the sudden shock.
She finally was able to pick them up, not even laying her eyes off the stunned youkai. Or at least, she thought he was a youkai. "Hey, wait!" Inuyasha shouted, blocking the sight of the arrow and bow out of view with his hand. He had heard of archers such as these, and they're not to be taken lightly.But he had never seen one before, and didn't know how to act around them. As he shut his eyes tightly, he heard a voice.
"Lower your hand"
Inuyasha obeyed.
'Why the hell did I do that? She might as well kill me now.' Inuyasha thought. But that voice wasn't demanding. It was kinda.
nice?
Inuyasha shook his head. He was too young to fall in love yet. But...there was something about her that he couldn't quite understand.
The younger girl seemed asbolutly frightened.
"Stop looking at me like that, girl!" He spat. It was making him feel nervouse. The girl just stared and stared and... stared.
Inuyasha found himself holding the front of her orange kimono, yelling right into her terrified face.
"Let go!" a voice called. Inuyasha turned. An arrow flew past him, going right through his silver hair with pink and purple sparks. It hit yet another tree. Inuyasha stood gaping at the girl who at shot at him. He was right. This was no ordinary human.
Inuyasha was stunned; he ran toward his home to tell his mother of his experience. Except in his hurry... he took something extra...