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Shippo looked around the playground for someone to play with. The park, which was usually filled with playing and laughing children, was deserted. He didn't see a soul in the park, so he checked elsewhere. No matter where he went, he couldn't find anyone. But he continued to look; he was determined to play. Eventually he found himself in front of a huge toy store.
He walked in, and was immediately blown away.
"Look at all these toys!" Shippo cried as he gazed down the different isles filled with toys and games. And there were so many demos! Shippo took off towards the first demo his eyes fell upon. There were many kids around it, waiting for their turn to play with the remote control helicopter.
Shippo didn't go unnoticed. "Hey, look at that shrimp!" one of the kids said as he pointed at the fox demon, "he's got pointy ears, and a tail too!"
"No, he's just wearing a costume," another kid argued, then turned to Shippo. "Hey, kid! Take off that costume! Halloween's bin over for a while!" he ordered.
Shippo didn't do anything, and the kid got a bit annoyed about that.
"Kid! I told you to take it off!" he said, as he grabbed Shippo's tail and started to try to yank it off.
Nothing happened, except for a great deal of pain on Shippo's part. Shippo struggled to break free of the bigger kid's grasp: he failed. After a couple minutes of tugging, the kid gave up.
"It's not a costume! You're a freak! A freak!" he cried, as he ran out of the toy store. All the other kids followed.
Shippo was left all alone, with lots of time to think. He shuffled out of the toy store; he didn't feel like playing anymore.
Shippo started to doubt himself. They think I'm a freak…Am I? I am different…I mean, look at me. And I have no friends. I have to hide them! I gotta hide my tail and ears! That way, I could be normal! But how? he thought miserably.
Shippo wandered down the streets, feeling very alone.
"Just my luck," Shippo muttered as it started to rain. It started as a light drizzle, but quickly evolved into a full-on downpour. Shippo, not knowing where to go, took shelter in a cardboard box next to a dumpster. The rain still hadn't subsided by the time the sun dropped below the horizon, so Shippo was forced to spend the night in his box.
((Change in time))
Sometime in the middle of the night Shippo woke with a start. A car pulled up to the dumpster, and Shippo cowered in his box. A car door opened, and a man dropped off his garbage. The door slammed and the car zoomed away, leaving a small dust tornado in its wake.
"Oh, this just keeps getting better and better," Shippo sighed. He crawled out of his box, which by now was damp and sagging from the wetness of the rain, and made his way to the base of the dumpster. Along the way he noticed that it had, in fact, stopped raining. He expertly climbed up the dumpster and when he reached the top, he fell over the rim into the piles and piles of rotting garbage. He sifted through the trash, trying to obtain a bit to eat. Eventually he came across a bag that was bulging so much; it looked like it was about to burst. He savagely ripped it open, ready to salvage whatever he could.
Luckily, Shippo found a few things he could put to use. Among the trash in the garbage bag he found an old, tattered baseball cap and an old, torn backpack.
"I have an idea!" Shippo exclaimed, "If I wear this hat on my head, it'll cover my ears; and if I slip my tail into the hole on the back of this backpack, my tail will be hidden! But first I'll have to wash em up…" His outlook on life got a bit better as he made his plans to look normal.
Shippo rummaged through the bag until he found the type of thing he was looking for. He pulled his hand out of the mess, a half empty bottle of shampoo held in his hand. He hopped down from the dumpster and made his way to the creek he'd seen on his way to his box. Soon he arrived, and made his only possessions look as good as new. Then, pleasantly happy, he set out to see if he could find someone to play with.
((Change in time))
Some time later Shippo found himself in front of a huge arcade. He timidly walked in. The sounds and the sights immediately blew him away. Lights of all colors flashed on and off as kids played the addicting games; and shouts of victory sounded whenever someone beat a level. Shippo wandered the isles filled with games until he came to the back of the arcade, where more games lined the wall. He stopped in his tracks to avoid any potential danger.
What Shippo saw was oddly familiar; though he couldn't quite figure out how. What he saw was this: a little kid was hanging upside down, held at his ankles by a tall boy with silvery hair and a baseball cap. He seemed to be trying to get a hold of something.
"Come on, kid! I know you got quarters in your pockets! We're in a friggin arcade! Hand em over!" the boy with silvery hair threatened, as he began to shake the kid in the air.
Coins fell to the floor with a clatter from the bullied boy's pockets, and the silver-haired boy, obviously satisfied, tossed the boy aside, who landed with a thump to the floor. The silver-haired boy moved to pick up the fallen coins, which were almost as silver as his hair. Just as he was stuffing the coins in his pockets a little pigtailed girl stepped in front of him.
"Mister, it's not good to steal," she scolded.
"Feh. You think I care? Get lost, creep," he replied.
The little pigtailed girl started to cry. She sprinted past Shippo and out of the arcade, wailing the whole way.
Shippo, though he was a little frightened, stayed. He took a good long look at the boy with silver hair. He looks familiar…the silver hair, the mischievous amber eyes, the unusually long and sharp fingernails…where do I know him from… he thought as he gazed at the boy. Soon he became bored with just staring at someone, so he left the arcade to find a new temporary home.
((Change in time))
"No! Stop it, please!" Shippo cried as a fist headed at him at full speed. It hit its target with a sickening thud.
Even though Shippo begged and pleaded, the girl who had him hostage continued to beat him. Then, out of nowhere, the bully from the arcade stepped around the corner, a menacing look on his face. He took a threatening step towards the girl who held Shippo by the tail.
"Put the boy down," he demanded.
"Why should I?" the girl retorted.
"Cuz this is my turf. Now get going."
The girl just stood there, seeing how far her luck would stretch.
"NOW!" the boy yelled at the top of his lungs.
The girl slightly started to back out of the narrow ally, nervous that his yelling may attract the cops. "Fine. Ruin my fun…" she muttered as she threw Shippo to the uneven pavement of the ally-way, who consequently groaned in pain.
"Good. Now get out of here. Or would you rather be in a hospital bed for a few weeks? Or maybe in a few months?" the boy said as he cracked his index and middle finger.
He could obviously see the fear and dread in the girls eyes; she was clearly intimidated. She backed out of the ally-way, faster than a moment before. Soon Shippo and the mystery boy were all alone.
"H-hey m-mister…are y-you g-going to beat me up l-like that little k-kid at the a-arcade?" Shippo said with a heavy stutter.
"We'll see. But first, I got some questions fer ya. Like, why do you always wear that hat and backpack?" the boy questioned.
"How do you know I always wear them?"
"I've seen you around."
"Fair enough…you really wanna know?"
"Duh. I wouldn't've asked if I didn't want to know!"
"Ok," Shippo sulked. He tugged his hat, which he had tightened to restrain his ears, off his head. His ears popped out as soon as he did. He looked at the boy, who hadn't yet reacted. A little satisfied, thought he couldn't tell why, Shippo continued. He removed his backpack and his puffy tail slipped out as he pulled it away from his back. "There. I'm a freak," Shippo said sadly.
"Don't feel bad. I have a secret too," the boy said as he took off his baseball cap, revealing a pair of white dog-ears.
"Oh…so I guess we're the same then…" Shippo started.
This guy really looks familiar…who is he? I just can't figure it out… Shippo thought.
"Say, what did you say your name was?" Shippo inquired, wanting to figure out whom it was that he thought looked so familiar.
"I didn't. But I suppose I could. My name is Inuyasha."
((End of Chapter 8))
Hi everyone! Here you go, chapter 8 for you all! I got some good advice, and I'm going to follow it: more detail in the future. So, on top of writing new chapters, putting fillers into previous chapters, and everything else, I'm also going to put more detail in. That being said, if I update any of the previous chapters, I'll post in in my little letters like this one. That way, anyone who's keeping up with the story can get more detail and stuff. And someone also asked me about how they got to the future in the first place...that's disclosed info at the moment...it's coming up in one of the chapters, but it'll be one of the last ones...so, stay tuned for more Inuyasha randomness!!
Chapter 9 coming soon!!
