Immortal Fairytale
Chapter 3
Author Notes: We are back in action, we tend to take awhile. Our greatest apologies. but we're slow and we have a lot of stuff to do ^_^; But let's get on with this shall we? We don't own Inuyasha.
3rd P.O.V
He snores oh so peacefully. So calmly, you'd never have suspected that he was a raging delinquent with an attitude. At least not until the sun rose. He woke up groggily as the brightness pierced his eyes open. At first things were ok. He was waking up, and getting ready to stretch.
Only to realize that he couldn't move his arms, or anything else for that matter. He then saw a precious little blue bird sit snuggly on his shoulder. His eyes truly snap open...revealing that he is outside the house. Stuck to the walls of said building. "That fucking bitch..." He struggles and wiggles. But it leads to nothing.
"Hey morning." He looks down, where his owner stands with a basket of laundry. "Get me down you crazy piece of shit." He would kill her, he would get his vengeance. No matter the cost. She looked at him, fearlessly. "I'll get you down but you need to stop with the attitude and the insults, I have breakfast ready." He grits his teeth.
Forcing out a yes just so he could be released from his cocoon of glue, tape and rope. He grumbles plotting her demise when he sees the buffet of fabulously looking dishes. He looked at the food in concern. She looks up from her dish, her head tilted. "Don't worry...there's no poison in it." 'This time at least.'
He looked even more worried. But his stomach made the final call and he took a bite. His mouth trembled and his eyes turned hard. She raised an eyebrow at the angry expression. "I guess it wasn't to your tastes?" He frowns. He mutters under his breath, she was only able to make out a handful of words.
"Pardon?" His eye twitches. "How is it that you're better then me?" He was annoyed. Despite her horrible attitude, the kid could cook. Which pissed him off. He wasn't a 5 star chef, and it may've not looked the most appetizing but...it was edible. "I want a shower." You could see the satisfaction in her eyes. "You may."
Oh how he wanted to ring her neck. 'How dare she act all high and mighty. I saved her life from fucking thugs for gods sake. I should've never gone and chosen to come here.' If he could turn back time, he would've let her get raped by the thugs, then beat them up.
Flashback
His fate was in his own hands. And he hated it. He had no idea which was worst. Being a slave to a kid, or working in the sewers. He knew that no matter what he'd be miserable. 'A kid or trekking through sludge, a servant or a plumber, fuck.' He eventually made his choice.
"I'll take working for the brat." He was unaware of Makoto's deadly glare and anticipated grin. She swore to herself the moment that gavel came smacking down. That she'd make him suffer, he insulted her one too many times and she took things personally hard. The drive home was quiet enough.
Things got rough when they arrived at her house. She pulled him over. 'Damn this kids strong.' In a deadpanned voice he asked her where they were going. "Your room." He raised an eyebrow. Then scowling at his new place to sleep.
She smiles. So sweet and innocent like. "I'm the master, your the dog. Masters sleep in master bedrooms, while Dogs sleep in doggy houses." He growled at her. "You're asking for it you little bitch of a brat." She tilts her head.
You could see just how entertained she was. "You do what I say and I say you sleep here. Either that or you can sleep on the floor of the living room." He knew from then on, that he had made a huge mistake.
Present time
He stole the shower. Lucky for him there was still shampoo and soap his father had lying around. Meanwhile Makoto simply turned on the t.v, relaxed. In her fuzzy pj's with a mug of juice, she twinkled her toes in glee. A good show was on. Her folks were out doing some grocery shopping and it was quiet.
Boiling water was pounding his back. Bubbles from the shampoo gliding down into the drain. His scalp felt tingly. In all honesty he could stay in there forever. But the time came when the water was getting cold. He stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist.
The steam and moisture was implanted onto the glass mirror. He swiped it, Staring back at horror, unable to stop glaring at his expression. Cold ice broke through the hot bathroom. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" She jumped out of her comfy spot.
He ran down, with orange hair. Makoto was unable to stop staring at him. In such a daze she unprepared prepared, fell due to his tackle. His hands choking her frame. Her face was red, but she was unable to say why. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY DAUGHTER YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"
And boom he gets flung against the wall, banging his head straight through. Mizu saw stars, one minute he was chocking the kid. Next thing was yelling. Slowly he stood up. "Out of my way asshole, she needs to die." He stalked forward. Tension and hatred crackling through.
She was still looking at the orange tophead. "You're Orange?" His eye twitches. "MY HAIR IS ORANGE! Don't play dumb you whore! You did this..." The father was enraged covered his daughter's eyes. "Put on some damn clothes boy! Before I send you to the fucking morgue!" Blink blink he looked down.
Who in turn shrugged. "Who cares, step aside so I can kill her, she dyed my hair. And for that...she will not be saved, no mercy, AT ALL!" She frowned, even as she was thrown behind her father's back. " I didn't dye your hair."
Mizu's fists clenched and unclenched in anticipation. "Oh? If not you, then who?" He was calm, he was calculative, oh forget it he tackled her laughing father. She was released, going into her sanctuary that is her room. A bunch of screaming and slams are heard downstairs.
But she cares not, turning on the tv, with her bowl of snacks, she plays ignorant to the blood shed down below. Only one thought remained as she watched the latest comedy on t.v 'Mizu better put some clothes on, otherwise there's going to be problems.'
Her door was busted down. Her father crawling. "Dear daughter, please run, for your safety." Carrot top stomped his way in, Makoto's eyes widening. Before pulling out her best friend. "Creepy Pervert Alert!" He's tazed... "Down and out..." She kicks them out of her room, locking the door. "Now where was I?"
To Be continued
Author Notes: Phew that's done. So Makoto and I are scarred for life. Worst part is i never realized it, until Sen mentioned it. He then told me to keep it this way for the humor of it all. So yeah...With that favs/follows/reviews would be good folks tchao for now.
Sen: Poor silly, pure naive Mako...
