Inuyasha's POV
My life is a mess. (same)
Let's start with my childhood, I don't remember much. Only that I had a mother, a father and a big brother.
I loved them and all that mushy stuff until they died. Well, unfortunately not all of them. My brother, I can't even recall his name, stopped pretending to "care" for me after the death of my parents. He then blamed me for everything I didn't do. He blamed me for the death of not only my parents, but his mom too. Where could he have come up with something like that?! I didn't even know his maternal parentage! That bastard could've sued me with his filthy money, but I was too young to have a lawsuit put against me, so he threw me into an orphanage.
Well more like 'orphanages'. I ran away, and kept running away, it was horrible there. It was horrible everywhere! Eventually the cops kept finding me and brought me to my original foster home, the one I lived for most of my life, I lived there until I was fourteen and had taken the fortunate opportunity of a field trip *cough*hellhole*cough* and escaped. Best decision ever! Until I had to fend for myself. I mean, I had the luxuries of being free, and not being yelled after, but my stomach yelled for food, and a nice warm bed. Of course the orphanage had not been that welcoming, but we had food, 'even though we would call it otherwise' although it was still edible. And we had our own bunkers, though squeaky and noisy, we still fell asleep at night. That was my home. And even though all the kids would tease me and inflict me with their hurtful words, I would still make it through the days, which became weeks, and then months, and finally years. Sometimes I wonder if my brother still thinks about me. Of course he doesn't, he said so himself. I don't remember much of the night my family corrupted, but I do remember vividly the way my brother had spoken to me.
~Flashback~
My eyes were dull, though tears threatened to spill. The hurtful feeling that everything I ever loved was gone because of me, returned. My brother was yelling at the servants and I could sense that even though his anger was piercing through his facade, there was a hint of sadness and bitterness, but I couldn't tell. Once the staff was out of his office, I knocked on his door. "What now?!" His voice roared from his desk. "Um...Sesshomaru-San, I was wondering if you were okay, I brought you your favorite hot chocolate with marshm-" "No I'm not okay, our father died because of you, and now I have to fend for you! Stop being so foolish!" The words still stung and made me flinch even now, but I try not to remember. He took a threatening step towards me and continued until he had cornered me into the wall. He seemed to pause for a moment as to think of how he should dispose me, but then continued on and gave me a scar on my forehead, with his bare claws, that curved and ended with a pointed tip. "I am claiming your death little brother." Whatever that meant. The smell of fresh blood sprung into the midst of the mansion, and dripped onto my clothes. That was the beginning of my torturing, a half moon scar. It was indeed a night of the half moon that night, I had been thrown into a car, and I was told to behave once I arrived at my destination. Once there, I was put in a crowd of bruised and beaten children. The bodyguards that had brought me here said that they would come back to get me, and me being gullible actually thought that I would see the likes of my brother again, and live a normal life.
Boy was I wrong.
~End of flashback~
A/N - Hoped you liked it :)
I know, it's not getting to the point directly, but I tried to put as much detail as possible.
Slow burn, slow burn.