I don't own Inuyasha. This fanfiction story is ©2013. It is third quarter and everything is busy. I also have lots of extracurricular activities, so I have a crammed schedule. There is some inappropriate language, just as a warning. Hope you all enjoy!
The next day, all of my demon features disappeared. Words could not express my happiness. Ayumi, on the other hand, was pretty disappointed. She didn't get to play with my ears.
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We had to runaway. Escape. Ayumi and I just had to get away from the orphanage. Victor and his gang were taking more action as of late. A lot of children have been at the clutches of him and rumors say that Ayumi and I were the next victims sooner or later. I began packing on Friday, just in case we actually needed to run, even if it was just for a while. These items were kept in a bag at all times (food was regularly changed):
-A jar of chocolate
-A pot
-Flashlights (with batteries)
-A sleeping bag (large)
-Earplugs
-Matches and a lighter
-A survival guide
-Strawberries and other fruits
-Ramen, because I like it
-Snacks, such as doritos and others
-Thin wooden sticks (like the ones used for kabobs)
-A piece of cloth
-A first aid kit
-5 bottles of water
-2 pocket knives
-Other things that may be useful
-Extra clothes
-And possibly the things I still havn't bothered to retrieve from the other side
And yes, I do have an impossibly big backpack
It was a pain when changing the food
I turned into my other form on every new moon now. They don't last for three days though, just one night. The time run was almost ripe. I could feel it in my gut. What I did not expect was to run in mid June, on Ayumi's birthday.
It was a disaster.
Ayumi was going to turn seven. She really was growing cuter every year. She wore a blue dress and I wore a dark navy blue set of jeans with a green shirt and a black sweater. I like the color green and Ayumi likes blue. Sky blue preferably. A muted green color for me, not any light or neon green.
It was Victor's turn to wash the dishes after supper. Knowing very well that it was her birthday, he walked to her. He towered over her like a person looming over an earthworm. I'm pretty sure he was 18. Five years older than me. Highschool drop out.
"Hey squirt," he called to Ayumi, who was eating an ice-cream cone I bought her with what little money I had earned. It was pineapple coconut, on my favorites. Her's too. She had finished as was about to take a napkin to wipe the stickiness off her fingers when he called to her. "It's your turn to wash the dishes squirt."
Squirt was not a word of affection.
"No. It was your turn." Ayumi said, purely innocent to the fact that resisting would have severe consequences. "You talking back, squirt?" he questioned. Ayumi coughed at his breath. The scent of cigarettes must have been too much for her. He picker her up and examined her as if she was a newly bought puppy. "Would you like me to treat you the same way as last time?" She began to whimper. "No, please, no no, please…" her pleading was cut short by a slap. She winced, but she didn't cry.
"Listen you whore," he said. "You clean those dishes right now or I'll…" I ran up to my bedroom and grabbed my bag. It was yellow stained with dirt and worn out.
It was time. I found Ayumi on the ground, a knife in Victor's hand, and blood on her arm. I socked Victor in the face and he fell over like a tree, blood dripping slowly from his nose. "Run!" I yelled as I dragged Ayumi behind me into the dark evening.
It was around nine o'clock pm.
I staggered into the forest with Victor and his friends hot on our heels. "You bitch! Get back here!" he roared. I found the hole next to the tree. "Quickly!" I whispered to Ayumi and she jumped. I followed her. There were more worms then ever and Ayumi screamed the whole time. Once we landed at the other side, I carried her out and set her down on the tree.
It was night in the other world. So time passes by in the world, even though time freezes in our world. I groaned when realized that this would only be a temporary solution for the both of us. A sniff brought me back to reality. Ayumi was crying due to the deep gash in her arm. I used a disinfectant from the first aid kit and wrapped her arm with I white cloth. "It'll be all better, then!" I said as I stood back up. I used the sleeping bag I brought (I did mention I had a impossibly big bag, didn't I?) and laid it down on the ground. Ayumi continued to cry quiet sobs while I hugged her inside the sleeping bag. I fell asleep first, so I didn't know how Ayumi coped the rest of the night. I felt sorry for her.
She was supposed to become seven. But she went through more than what most seven-year-old girls go through. She was strong. So much stronger than a thirteen-year-old girl with a dead family. Or that's what I thought.