Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha but I do own Rydia Dragooni.
Prolouge
Green eyes opened and flickered around the room with a cool boredom before resting on her fuming mother.
"Young lady, you're supposed to be at the library working."
The sixteen year old said in her same cool tone that she'd adopted since the death of her real parents at age five, "It is not worth my time. I have completed school early and college. Now I only wait to reach eighteen."
The woman scowled. Rydia had been this way since the day they'd adopted her when she was ten. You'd think that she would be grateful to the people that adopted her but she only showed two emotions, boredom and sarcasticness if those could even be counted as emotions.
"That doesn't matter. No one will hire you as a psychologist if you're only eighteen." The girl's attitude was infuriating. She hadn't done any work until she'd reached ninth grade. That's when she declared that she was 'tired of pretending to be an idiot'. She'd continued on to say that high school was important for college and that she was tired of school in general. When she'd finally shown her intelligence, it'd been astounding. They'd skipped her up to senior year and even that had been too easy for her. She'd been skipped through college, the youngest in the college. Ever since then she'd stayed in her room, doing absolutely nothing.
Rydia Dragooni ignored her mother as she gazed out the window. She did have emotions despite what others believed, she just didn't like to show them. Right now she was bored and sad. Her parents had died today and her foster parents hadn't remembered. They believed that she was ungrateful but Rydia simply found it a waste of time to pretend to be happy.
Rydia looked at her mother with a cool detachment. "I'm going out." she said, standing to her feet and walking out the door.
"Out?" the woman asked in confusion. Her adopted daughter rarely showed interest in going outside or even socializing. It was her opinion that she should have been kept in her grade and forced to socialize with people her age. It hadn't helped that she was arrogant. That wasn't a good trait especially around people older than her.
RyPOV
I took a shower and went to my room to find my 'mother' gone. I'll admit that when I was ten I had been cold but I had still wanted to bond with someone. But then I'd realized that my parents would never understand my pain. I was young, I had been dealing the pain for five years, and I had no one to fill the void. It had been eleven years now and I still didn't have anyone to block the pain. I dressed in a brown tank top and brown shorts then slipped on my brown tennis shoes. I packed my backpack with energy bars, bottles of water, an extra pair of clothes and other essentials.
I walked out the front door shouting "I'm gone. I'll be back around evening."
I continued up the street to the the forest. I didn't care about a lot of things but I really did like California. It wasn't that bad and the forests had the one thing that I desired above all: complete and utter silence. Or maybe I should say that I desired solace. I didn't mind the sound of the stream or the sounds of the wood land creatures. It's the people that I don't like.
Anyway I went through the forest deciding to take a new path for once. I was completely calm, for once not having to hide my emotions, and right now I was happy. Or at least as happy as I could be on the anniversary of my parent's death. They died under mysterious circumstances. They said that my parents died from lung cancer, the pollution in the air affecting their breathing and making it impossible for them to live. To this day it still puzzles me. If pollution was enough to stop a person's breathing then wouldn't we all die of lung cancer?
I walked with the green vegetation squishing beneath my shoes. It was completely silent now, even the animals were quiet. I walked into a clearing to see a well. I let a breath of amazement. This clearing looked ageless, time was frozen and the well was the center piece. I wandered up to it and looked inside it. It was a dry well but still ageless. I sat on the edge, wishing I had brought my sketch book. I was a great painter and was excellent at sketching. That's what my teachers and parents said anyway.
I sighed but the weight of my backpack pulled me back. My eyes widened in astonishment. I was stupid for sitting on the edge of the well and now I was about to regret it. I fell back and a blue light engulfed me. I went blind for a moment and time seemed to slow down until I finally hit the bottom of the well. I let out a groan. This was ridiculous. And what was that blue light?
I looked up but instead of seeing a forest canopy above me, I was looking at a clear blue sky. "What the hell?" I muttered as I climbed out the well. Why wasn't my back broken? Why wasn't I at least scratched? Why could I see the sky instead of the forest?
I pulled my self out of the well before collapsing on the ground. What I saw when I looked up when I looked up through my curly black hair was enough to make me curse. "What the fuck?" I said slowly. Instead of a forest that I'd been in before, I was now in a different forest.
"There's no need to use such vulgar language." a cold, baritone voice said. Holy shit, what had I gotten into now.
Well, that's my first attempt at an Inuyasha fan fic and my second attempt at a fanfiction period. Please leave reviews. I don't really care about mean comments. They just help me improve.
