I Will Come Home To You

A/N: And here is the official chapter one. n_n

As of right now I do not know whether or not Miroku, Sango, Shippou, Kaede, or any of the others are going to make it into this fic. Maybe. But I don't know yet. I don't have barely more than a few sketchy ideas as to where this fic is going so far, so...Nyu. XP

It's rated R just for safety, since the story is rather crude, and bad things will happen. Violence, swearing, adult situations (no lemons, dearest hentais XP), etc.

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Ke - Feh
Nani - What
Oyasumi - Good Night

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Chapter One~On The Streets

Tokyo, 2945 A.D.

A lanky girl, disgustingly thin from lack of adequate nutrition, picked through a rancid garbage can, desperate for anything edible. She daintily picked out the most edible bits of food--a piece of bread with only a little mold on it, and the core of a recently thrown out apple.

Her ragged clothes hung limp over her emaciated body as she gorged on the food. This was how it had been for as long as she could remember. Homeless. Picking for scraps of food most people wouldn't touch. But this was the 30th century, and here in Tokyo, it wasn't all that uncommon to see the homeless picking through garbage for their first meal in probably days.

But at least, while she was younger, the girl had had family to love her, no matter what the situation. But her mother and father were old and sickly from the lack of fresh food and a proper diet, and they withered away when she was barely thirteen.

It was barely distingushable the dark colour of the girl's hair, so encrusted with mud and grime. Her body was in a state of utter mess; she hadn't taken a nice warm bath since before she could remember. It had always been here on the streets where she lived.

The girl turned fearfully at the sound of upturning cans and saw an angry, passionate face glare up from under the upturned can, garbage juice dripping down the boy's face. Her own stormy blue eyes were met with a deep, unending sea of purple.

"What are you looking at?" the boy snapped, throwing the can down the dark alley. A crash was heard several yards away.

"Nothing," he said quickly, turning back to her food.

"You alone too?" he asked.

The girl looked up at him for a minute, judging him carefully. There were terrible men she heard about that prowled the streets looking for harmless girls to take for their own sick pleasures. "No," she said at last, deciding to be careful. There was no such thing as too careful here. "My family will be back soon, you better get out of here. This is our alley way, you know."

"I don't remember any alley belonging to street filth like you or me," he said with a challenging smirk. "I might like it here. What would you do then?"

The girl sized him up. He didn't seem like one of the bad men she'd heard about. "I'm Kagome," she said, standing, meal finished. "Who are you?"

"Inuyasha," the boy answered.

"New in these parts?"

"I'm always wandering wherever there's food." Inuyasha looked at the disgusting trash cans littered around him, brimming with rotten foods of all sorts. "Doesn't look like I'll be here long. You can keep your alley."

"Well, you can stay here till you leave in any case," Kagome said. "It gets lonely sometimes..."

"I thought your family lived here?" the boy said, perking his eyebrow skeptically at her.

"Eh..." Kagome gasped, caught. "Well..No. Not really. They're dead."

"Ah. You lied," Inuyasha concluded. "Oh don't get so offended. I really didn't expect you to be telling the truth anyways. You don't look like the type to have a 'family' anyways."

Kagome frowned. "What makes you say that?"

"Oh, no reason," Inuyasha said, looking away. After a pause, he said, "You said I could stay here, right? It's late, you know."

Kagome nodded. "Stay as long as you like. I don't care. I'm going to sleep. Oyasumi, Inuyasha." Kagome crawled into a dirty cardboard box lines with newspaper and curled up as comfortable as she could get. She heard the stranger she was sharing an alley with rustle around to find a comfortable place to sleep, ignored it. This was the life of a homeless person in Tokyo these days.

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When Kagome awoke the next morning, the stranger from the night before was gone. "Guess he wasn't kidding when he said he wasn't going to stay long," she murmured, wiping the sleep from her eyes, stomach rumbling in an ever-persistent hunger. "I know, I know," she grumbled, rubbing her concave stomach.

She had just begun peering through last night's garbage when she caught an unfamiliar swagger out of the corner of her eye. Looking up, Kagome met drunken eyes of some old bum. "Great way to start the day," she muttered, standing to face him. "What do you want?"

Her drunken gaze swept over her bony frame. "Ah well, ya win some, ya lose some," he slurred. "C'mere, woman." Kagome took a step back. "I said, c'mere!" He made a clumsy leap for her, but Kagome easily jumped out of the way. "Bitch..." he growled, grabbing for her ankle.

Kagome stumbled and fell. "Dammit," she cursed herself, desperately trying to break free. His moves were less fumbly than she had first expected, and the grip on her ankle was strong. "Let go, bastard.."

"Heh heh heh," his laugh was thick and slimy. "I don't think so, girly. The less ya struggle, the sooner it will be over. So come quietly now.." He let go of her ankle to move his hands higher up her leg, and in his drunken state was far from expecting a kick to the head.

Kagome used that one stunned moment to leap to her feet and dart a few feet away before the man came to his senses and chased after her.

"I leave you for a few minutes to get some breakfast, and you're already in trouble," scoffed a voice above them. Kagome looked up and saw the boy from the night before perched comfortable on top of the wall separating the dirty alley form the grand houses. "Ke, you're helpless."

"N-Nani?" Kagome exclaimed. "I can handle this, Inuyasha, if you must know."

"If you insist," said Inuyasha, shrugging and watched her, impressed by the fact that she had in fact held the man off for some time, but he'd seen this far too often to not know what was going to happen if he didn't intervene. But, she had said she could take care of herself...

Thud, bam, CRASH!

Inuyasha sighed, turning to expect Kagome pinned beneath the man, but blinked in complete perplexity, as the drunken old geezer had been stuffed in a garbage can. Kagome slammed the lid on his head and clapped the dust off her hands. "I told you I said take care of myself."

"I-I guess so," Inuyasha stuttered, amazed at the girl's determination.

"So you said you had breakfast?" Kagome asked innocently, looking hopefully at the dark haired, purple eyed boy.

Inuyasha hopped gracefully down to the ground, a bundle in his hands. "You really need to learn how to scrounge for food," he announced, presenting a soft loaf of bread and a few ripe apples. "You need to learn how to steal to get what you need, is what you need to do."

"Yes but," Kagome said. "don't they catch you? I'd never make it out of there alive. What with all this advanced technology, you'd think they'd be able to stop petty stealing..."

"Ha!" Inuyasha barked, tearing off a piece of bread for himself. "Foolish government folk can't stop Inuyasha from swiping a bit to eat. They shouldn't make the prices so high, we wouldn't have to resort to stealing."

"We?" Kagome demanded. "I don't steal. You do."

"If you think it's wrong to eat stolen food--"

"Never said that!" Kagome said quickly, snatching a bit of bread and an apple for herself. "I can't pass up a meal anyways," she said stubbornly. "Who knows when I'll eat next?"

"Tonight, supposing you save a little," Inuyasha said with a faint smirk. "Evening is hardest to steal. It's best done early in the morning or real late at night. I could teach you, you know."

Kagome studied him carefully. "Why? I thought you were leaving," she said at last.

Inuyasha shrugged. "Eventually, yes. But you're an unfortunate girl who hasn't yet learned the art of stealing, and I hate seeing woman suffer. But if you're so opposed to stealing, I could leave now.."

Kagome thought for a moment. This feeling of her stomach comfortable full was foreign and absolutely wonderful. Surely stealing a bit of bread and fruit here and there couldn't be too harmful...

"All right," she said. "You teach me all you know. It might be nice, to have a friend for a while. And definitely it's better to have food in my stomach for a change. Inuyasha, welcome to the neighborhood."

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How's that? Definitely original. I've never seen a story where they are homeless, so I hope my originality pays off. n.n; I 3 reviews. *hintHINT* Feel free to offer suggestions for some plot lines, I don't have a whole truckload of ideas at the moment. n.n;;