Grandpa. Best described as a crazy, old man, always using useless ofudas every time a single weird thing happened. Like if the car keys disappeared, of if the house cat makes a weird sound, which usually comes from its stomach but grandpa says that the cat's been possessed or something. But in truth, he was sometimes normal. You wouldn't believe this, but he was a MAJOR soccer freak, and I'm totally not kidding. I could remember grandpa always dragging me to soccer games and always shouting on a particular player like "Shoot, shoot their sonny! The goal's wide open!" and making me and himself wear crazy, flashy, and colorful costumes that represented our team's country………now that I think about it, that's probably why I was as crazy about soccer as my grandpa and the rest of my family, it was in our blood………

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Thou Shall Not Hate Winter

Ch.1 Uncle Yen

By: Snowgirl A.K.A Sasali

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A cool breeze swept my waist-length raven hair out of my face as I stood wordlessly in front of a small gray tombstone. A single Sakura flower fell on top of it from above. I looked up, my hazel eyes plastered on a Sakura branch above me. It was quite cold, though the Sakura obviously showed that it was already past winter. Thank God. The funeral was already over, but I stayed behind, wishing that what happened last week was just a horrible nightmare, though knowing better, It was always on the damn winter………

I stayed in that position for quite a while until the dark clouds that was looming over me unnoticed rumbled and started to rain. It didn't rain hard, but mere drizzle. I began to walk out of the graveyard when someone stepped in front of me. I looked up to see a tall man with many bandages wrapped around his face. He looked like he was burned badly.

"Miss Kagome?"

Figures………

"Onigumo? Is that you?"

"Yes, would you want to be driven home?"

Would I? Should I go home in a regular white taxi I came here by, or a luxurious, long, black limbo that Onigumo drives in? Decisions decisions………such a hard choice.

"Sure" who wouldn't?

My former limbo driver and me walked back, to his 'baby' as he called it, in the front of the entrance. I got into the rich, dark, leather seat, a little outclassed with my black jeans and my blue sweater. A slight guilt bubbled in me for the poor cows that were skinned for the leather seat.

Onigumo started the car and drove VERY slowly, and safely. Figures………

"Your uncle called." He said this quietly, as if he was bugged. The reply he got was my unladylike snort, which he chuckled at.

Let me tell you, my uncle would be best described as a greedy man. He always goes to bars and stays there for ATLEAST 12 hours or so with the waitresses. I never believed that he was really related to my mom. The most shocking thing about him is that he's actually rich. Super rich. He gets most of the money from illegal betting on horses. Don't get me wrong, what he does IS wrong, but since I'm in his custody now, I guess I really can't rattle on him. I mean, having a multi-millionaire uncle is VERY helpful in times like mine.

"What does he want?" I asked, a little hesitantly.

"His waiting for you in the shrine home"

Now THAT shocked me. He was ACTUALLY considerate enough to come and visit me? How shocking………I usually thought of him as a forgetful, chubby man. Maybe he DOES have a heart………or a brain in this case.

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I walked in to the quiet kitchen alone with many of my questions. I had told Onigumo to wait in the car while I straitened thing out with my uncle. A chubby old man with a thinning black/gray hair in a large business suit sat in one of the kitchen chairs. He looked up when I came in and gave me a warm smile. Or he tried to. His crooked smile looked like he hadn't even moved his lips for a long time. He immediately started to talk as I sat on the other side of the wooden kitchen table. Something about, moving, money, packing, money, boarding school, and of course, money. If my reputation weren't already ruined I would disagree with him from the start. But with that Hobo the freak and all, I couldn't really be any happier, which surprised my uncle at first, since I NEVER agreed with him before. But then he did his crooked smile again and told me to pack my things.

As I went upstairs, I distinctly herd him thank god for making me go to a boarding school so I wouldn't get in his way of making business. I shook my head sadly. The only thing he EVER cared or remembered about was money, which earned him the nickname, Uncle Yen.

A/N: Just to let you know, my first chapter was a PROLOGUE! It was suppose to be short! And this is my first EVER fic!………now that I got THAT out of my system, Yen in Japan means dollar, which explains the title of this chapter, and don't worry! I'm not one of those authors that just completely abandon an unfinished fic! The chapters well get longer and longer as I type on! Besides, my parents is now in vacation, celebrating their anniversary………I got the house all to my self! More chapters are on the way! And in the words of every author on this net………*clears throat* Ahem! REVIEW!