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First- this is Kanna, NOT Uri-mistress, who is my younger sister, got it? Alright, glad that is out of the way. I'm using this name because mine is defective and I'm not in the mood to make a new one.
Second- I don't know if anyone will recognize my pen name but I have written here before, and my stories did alright. However my computer caught a cold and it took me a while to get everything online again, but when everything was back to normal I found that everything was deleted, thus, no more stories.
Three- this story has a lot of holes that will eventually be filled.
Four- Inuyasha does not belong to me, never did, never will. Let's just say I'm using said character to write a entertaining story for mad fans out there in the world.
Five- I hope all of you that read this story review
Six- this is a Kagome/Inuyasha with a bit of Miroku/Sango and is seen through the eyes of Inuyasha. So you can image the rating is due to the fact that Inuyasha has a rather potty mouth, in his head, and out his mouth.
Seven-Enjoy and give it a chance! ^-^
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[Seattle, Washington] I had to admit that this was never my idea of a great time, far from it, I was probably the only one that fought to go against it. Of course, when your whole family stands up to you, you have no choice but to give in, no matter how unlikely the options are. This is my case. You see my family is quite wealthy, which also allows me to sit on my ass all day and throw random, well placed, objects at the housemaids. Apparently I'm the only one that found the maids a hassle, for my father never thought it funny when every single one of them resigned within a week. I would have to agree, I'm the not the best of children, I have a fowl mouth, I don't help out around the house at all, and most of all, I don't get along with my brother, the hero of the family. Aw, my brother, a stuck up asshole that thinks that his admirers should closely follow every step he takes, kissing the very dirt he crosses over. He hates me because I'm not one of those kiss-ass employees that think being nice to big-boss's son will get you a raise, no sir. That brings me to my father, truth be told, if it wasn't for the fact that I have been the cause for all his troubles, I wouldn't have know he existed. He has it in his mind that my trouble making is an attempt to attract attention from his busy schedule, sorry, but no way in hell. My mother is probably the last person in my family that has never crossed my mind. A little town whore for all I know, I've never met the woman. My brother doesn't tell me shit about her, and my father would sooner quit his stupid job then tell me. But perhaps this will come up later in my story. Well now that you know more about my self then I do, perhaps you would like to know what the big decision was that I had no other choice but to agree? Well it started somewhat like this… My family owns five homes, and currently I located in Seattle, where our large mansion overlooked the noisy city that I so despised. Don't get me wrong, the city isn't all that bad, compared to New York or Los Angeles, crowded and most unfriendly, but I've never been in the city to tell you. I don't like going out in public, let's just say I'm not a people person. Anyways, back to the subject, I was inside the mansion located in Seattle, lying on some couch next to some pool, when then to my utter surprise, for believe me I wasn't expecting it, my father arrived home. "We need to talk." He had said like the important jerk that he was. Of course this kind of attitude got no happy smiles from me. "What about, can't you see I'm busy?" Obviously he didn't see what was keeping me so busy as I lay on a futon as I bathed in the sun. "Get up!" he snapped. I wasn't in the mood for a beating, so I rose, then followed him to his overly large office, where in the center was a large oak desk, he sat in a high-backed leather chair and looked at me crossly. "We need to talk about your future." I remember very well, not liking the sound of this at all, I noticed that my stuck up brother was also in the room, lurking around the shadows like the sea-dwelling slug he was. "Or lack-there-of." I retorted as casually as I could. My father sighed, I could tell that this time he was really sick of my little games, so for once in my life I decided I would be quiet and listen to what he had to say. "What do you know about Kikonomo?" he asked me. I shrugged, growing slightly bored already. "What should I not, It's another one of your company towns. You rule over it like some kind of dictator, what every goes out, you know about it, who ever does not meet your expectations will find their ends through one of your numerous goons." From what I have learned of the farming community, Kikonomo, I have never felt the urge to visit. It was somewhere in Texas I think, or some other dry, shitty state. My father ran it like a slave driver. My answer, apparently, had pleased my father because he laughed. Not the type of laugh you would hear a father joke around with a son but the laugh you would hear a superior about to announce some very mischievous news. Which is exactly what happened. "I'm glad you think so highly of it, because it's where you are going to be staying for the next few months." Okay, I draw a line at some place. "What?! I can't go to the shit-hole, you will probably try to have me killed!" I was about to leave when my ass brother moved in the way of the door. "Move your ass Sesshoumaru!" "Oh but son, you go release if you don't take this job you will have to leave my care, and you know what that means, right?" my father was a very tricky man, but when he felt in the mood, he could be down right evil. I, also, knew very well what this would mean, it would mean that I would become one of the hobos that spent their lives scuttling from intersection to intersection, cleaning windows in hopes of some kind of pocket change. I had no education, my father never cared whether I could read or not (which I could not, may I mention?), and with no way to get a job there was no way I could eat, and if it was one thing I enjoyed in life, it was to eat. "Alright…what do I have to do?" I sat in one of the cup-shaped, brown leather chairs in front of his desk. "I knew you would see it my way Inuyasha…" damn, there's that sinister smile. Dare to DreamChapter one: Kikonomo Now, when I was told that Kikonomo was a town, I instantly thought, small, very small, city, with maybe a bank, a gasoline station and of course a quickie mart. This was not a town, more like village. Not a soul was outside on the dirt street, but the houses on either side of the road looked well worn in. There were a fair amount of dwellings, probably near seven on each side of the road, and then a great large house at the end of the drive, which of course, was mine. My house was a stark white and was rose above the rest, like it rested on the side of a growing mountain. It was two stories and very attractive looking. I could hear noise, and it didn't sound like no damn cow either, more like a dying cow. I might as well investigate, because looking down at the Stone Age cottages was making me sick to my stomach. I followed the awful tone-death noise until I came up to a small house, it was better then the one next to it, though it's stonewalls were still yellowed with dirt and age, and the fence had long past, fallen down. The grass in the yard had long ago browned, and what looked like could have been what remained of flowers, where now crispy black stems. The sound was louder from behind the poor excuse for a house, and I followed it to the rear of the house, where I watched in a pathetic silence for a few minutes. I had found the village's population, probably around thirty people, cluttering around a guy about my age. I had also found the source of the awful noise, the guy was singing, I knew I should have brought my pistol, I could have put him easily out of his misery. The singing stopped and the older men among the group thumped their cowboy boots against the dirt and laughed at the guy's horrible singing. There were quite a few people my age, now that I looked, and like the adults, they too laughed with the guy that had been singing the song. This was just too gross to let continue so I decided to make my presence known. "Damn, that was awful!" I shouted in distaste. The clapping slowly stopped and the voices faded into a few startled gasps and slowly every single pair of eyes turned to me. The guy on stage, the singer, didn't look as hurt as I was aiming for, much to my disappointment. "Why, thanks." He smiled good naturally at me. "Who are you?" "Inuyasha Taihoji." I growled, not liking this cheerful group of people all that much. Now that I think back about it, I think it was because perhaps I was startled, or maybe even slightly jealous of their merriment, if that is possible for me to admit. An older man stood and looked at me with obvious dislike. "Aw, another Taihoji. Just what we need." He spat at the ground, obviously this was suppose to be some kind of insult in this damned town because a younger girl, my age, stood and tried to subdue the older man. "Come on father, we don't know him yet…you shouldn't be rude to guests." She put a restraining hand on his arm. The man however, didn't find her logic all that wise, for he smacked her hard across the face. I thought that I might have actually tried to help the girl if it wasn't for the fact that I was too angry with the man. "Shut your trap, Kagome." He growled to his daughter, who was picking herself up off the floor as another girl from the silent crowd came and helped her into the back door of the house. "probably just like your father, always coming here and-" I guess you could say that one of the reasons my father sent me away was the fact that I had a quick temper and usually didn't wait for the opponent, the girl's (Kagome was it?) father, in this case, to finish a speech. So obviously I punched the man. Apparently all the street fights I had thrown myself into had paid off, because the man went flying from his boots, spiraled to the ground, and finally halted, blood running from his split, bruised, lip. "anyone else not want me around? because I would be happy to discuss the arrangements." I dully asked. The only answer I got from the shocked crowd was a very enthusiastic whistle from the horrible singer, who still stood in the middle of the group. In fact, he seemed quite pleased that I had punched the old man's lights out, for he decided that he would come to plague me. "Miroku. Nice to meet you." He introduced himself, and I took his hand, not really in the mood to start a fight with the guy. "come on in for a soda." He motioned to the back door of the house that Kagome and the other girl had entered earlier. Personally I couldn't have been more obliged, I was starting to feel uneasy under the stares I was receiving. So, I nodded and followed him in. The outside of the house was almost as weary as the inside, almost. There was a table that obviously belonged in the seventies, a yellowish refrigerator, and the cupboards where broken, and to think this is one of the better house on the block. I sat down at the table, watching as Miroku opened the dirty fridge to pull out a two cokes. He tossed one to me, which I caught with easy care. Miroku sat, snapped his open, drank, then burped loudly. I smirked at the guy, though as awful of a singer this guy was, he was all right. "so, your from New York? That's where the last one was from, stuck up bastard." He muttered the last phrase under his breath, obviously it wasn't for me to hear, and I didn't care either way. "Don't know where I was born, but I'm imported from Seattle." I took a long drink, which seemed to disrupt the balance in my stomach, because I belched just as loudly as Miroku had earlier. "Hey who's in charge here?" I asked casually. "Well you are, now. But if you mean other wise, I would have to say the guy you just punched out." He laughed, drinking again, followed closely by yet another burp. I nearly choked. "That prick?" "That prick happens to be my father." The girl, Kagome, had entered the room, with the girl that had helped her up. She already had a purple bruise forming on her cheek and I had to look away before I once again felt a rage boil. I decided that I needed to make myself clear, so speaking to Miroku, I stated, "Again, I repeat, that prick?" What I had expected, and what I had somehow hoped for, was for Kagome to get mad and instantly storm away, getting rid of the feeling of guilt that was slowly growing in my stomach. But against my popular belief, she sat in the chair next to mine around the circular table. "I don't blame you, not many people like him." She said, holding a small bag of ice to her cheek. The other girl sat in between Miroku and I. "I'm Sango, Kagome's cousin." I shook her offered hand, reluctantly, and took another long sip of my coke. "This place resembles a shit bucket, to tell you the truth." I stated bluntly, I was never the type to lie, unless the time came for it. There was an eerie silence after my declaration and for a second I thought that for once my plan to offend these people had actually worked. "you know, I think you're on to something." Miroku once again crushed what I had thought was a well planed out, irritating comment. These people, something drew me to them, and yet at the same time made myself look almost empty. They had everything I hated, a family, and friends, even a loving atmosphere (for the most part). I had everything they wanted, endless money, easy living, and my freedom. On all accounts you would figure we would hate each other? What was with these people? "I'm going." I abruptly announced, standing and walking from the backdoor, I could hear them following me. Outside the crowd was still milling around, the man I had punched out was crawling around on the floor, followed closely by an attractive older women, a beer bottle in her left hand and her other waving frantically at, what I presumed, was her husband. This must be Kagome's mother, she looked drunk to me. I left the large backyard before anyone could recognize me and challenge me to some kind of sick hick duel. Earlier I guess a truck had come to drop my stuff up at the main house, the large house at the end of the drive. Because when I entered it seemed like I had just entered my New York penthouse. My black couch was sitting in front of my big-screen TV in my kitchen they had replaced all the old appliances with newer (conveniently black) ones. And two duffel bags full of my clothes sat at the base of my stairs. I looked around, and for once was thankful that my dad had high influence over so many people. but this also made me sick to my stomach, for it reminded me of what I was here to do. 'Son, your to wait until the next harvest, make the farmers get every last stalk, vegetable, and fruit. Then you are suppose to kick them off, I'm going to blow that little desert hole, and replace it with a oil plant. I can't have little farmers running around when I start producing, never know, I might get sued for.' My father sickened me, though I had to admit that I could be slightly uncaring at times this was just too below me. My father placed needy families on this shit-hole and then after forcing them to work for decades he's going to force them off. That was the leaders of all pricks, the king of ass holes! My stomach growled and I realized that I hadn't eaten for nearly seven hours. I moved to the kitchens to find that the cupboards had been stocked along with the refrigerator. I opened the freezer, found some vanilla ice cream (apparently I wasn't good enough for chocolate, of cookie dough) and scooped out a relatively good-sized bowl. I couldn't say that I wasn't excited to be living on my own. At seventeen it was most teen's dream. But not only was I living on my own, but also I was living on my own in a very large house. I explored the house as I ate my Ice cream and found that the downstairs alone had a bathroom, a lobby, kitchen, dinning room, living room, and then the entertainment room, in which I figured I would be spending most of my hours watching TV in. Through the living room there was a back door that led out into a large deck that almost wrapped all the way around the house, and to my great amusement behind the house was a lake, I didn't think there was a lake. Around the lake a band of orchard tress where being grown, for the, which would then be harvest this fall for their red apples. The lake was very welcoming in the heat of the midday and I promised my self that I would later investigate and see if, in fact, it was swimmable. I then decided to wander up stairs. Upstairs alone, were three separate room, the largest of the three (and mine by the looks of it) Had a walk in closet, and a large bathroom. Other then that there was a yet another guest bathroom, and a office to the far left, in which a single black laptop rested alone on a desk, other then that the room was empty. Though I wouldn't be able use the laptop, due to the fact that I was not able to read (which I think my father knew well enough). The house now investigated, I moved back through the living room and towards the kitchen. When I heard a knocking on the back door, I looked over and found that Kagome was peering through the sliding-glass door. The bruise was very vibrant on her cheek now. I went to tell her to leave my property when there was knock on my front door. I guessed that Kagome heard it from outside, because she panicked and ducked down until she was near sitting. I went to the door and answered. Kagome's father stood there, his lip was swollen and puffy from where I punched him, but it did nothing to conceal the snarl he wore. "Have you seen my daughter?" Aha, I see how this works, he's here to get Kagome, and with that look that means she did something not to her father's liking, or maybe it was because of me. That same guilt struck me, maybe it was because of my outburst early that day that forced Kagome now to refugee at my back porch. "No, you ass, I haven't seen your daughter." I didn't wait for his answer, I slammed the door on his face and watched through the peephole in the middle of the door, until he left. Free from the smelly man I went in to the kitchen, put my ice-cream bowl in the sink, then went into the living room, where Kagome's eyes where trying desperately to see behind me, obviously she thought I would have let her father enter. To tell the truth I was relieved that she had come here, though I wouldn't admit that out loud, in fact I had a lot of trouble admitting that to myself. I went to the backdoor and let her in, she came stumbling in, quickly helping me shut the door behind her. "Oh…he's mad." She muttered as she stood and began pacing around my living room. "my fault I'm guessing?" I settled down in on my black couch. Kagome had stopped now and was giving me this sarcastic frown. "yeah…" she looked around my house, noticing how all my furniture was black. "Have a fetish for the darker side of life?" I didn't answer, and she didn't wait for one, she noticed a white stain on my shirt. "have you been eating ice-cream?" she asked suspiciously. "Of course, what? You think I can cook?" I asked her equally suspiciously. Kagome brightened up and ran into the kitchen. I heard her shuffling around and I leaned forward on the couch to see what she was doing. I nearly fell totally off the seat when I caught what she was up to. She was moving around the kitchen as if it was her natural realm, pots and pans were being placed on counters and she was sticking her head in and out of the cupboards. "What are you doing!" I exclaimed, I stood and hurried into my trashed kitchen. Kagome placed the pan she was holding down and looked at me with a slight glimmer in her eyes. "Cooking in thanks for you help with Earl." "Earl, who's Earl?" I asked as I sat at the stool that stood next to the island in the middle of the kitchen, and watched her wearily. "My father, or should I say stepfather." Kagome began to move around the kitchen again but didn't stop talking. "My real father died before I was born, my mom remarried when I was five. After that everything went down hill. Let's just sat that my stepfather is what you would call a prick, my mom is a alcoholic, and my brother is in the cabinet more then he is outside. What a screamed up family. "Sound like Earl needs to die." I stated simply. Kagome laughed at the irony of that statement, "and I would wonder if you would be the one to do that." I was about to answer positive but she broke in once more. "Do you have a phone?" Of course me being me, I answered nonchalantly, pointing to the black phone that hung on the wall next to the black toaster (see a pattern?). She grabbed it, began punching a string of numbers then waited for a answer. "Hey, Sango? Yeah, it's Kagome. No I'm alright, I'm at Mr. Taihoji's house. No, don't tell my dad I'm here. Cooking dinner. I wanted to ask you to come over." I nearly jumped at the phone cord to disconnect the line but Kagome had prepared for this and bashed me on the head with a nearby frying pan. Let's just say I don't remember much after that. |
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Bad isn't it? All right, More chapters coming up in a few days, maybe with a bit more intriguing bits, anyways tell me what you think through those lovely reviews. They are my life support, with out them my fingers find no way of typing!
Oh and by the way, my sister is standing behind me trying to have you all read her stories as well. (any other stories on this name besides this one) and help her come up with some ideas. I don't really care because her writing skills scare me (their not much worse then mine though) but I'm helping because I'm afraid she's going to use the pencil she's carrying to stab my eyes out!
By the way I don't really want any flames about the comments made about Seattle or Texas or any other state, alright? I picked Seattle because I live there, I don't want any arguments about those descriptions, because I know enough about the city as it is (GO MARINERS! Hehe sorry!). And Texas is a state I've always wanted to go to, let's say I'm a country music fan, and I like the things I've heard about Texas from a friend who moved there. Inuyasha said those things because he has a attitude about everything! So I'm really sorry if he offended you in any way (or I did) because that's basically his goal in life. To offend people!
Okay every one! Tell me what you think!!! Review!
Preview for next chapter- My Dinner Party
· Inuyasha meets some of the residents of Kikonomo- Hojo, Kouga, Kikyo, Kagura, Kanna, Kohaku, Shippo, Rin and Souta.
· Inuyasha saves Souta from…::drum roll:: Earl! Hehe (bye the way I got the name earl from the Dixie Chick's song – Goodbye Earl)
· Inuyasha watches Shrek -.- okay that part isn't really important, but oh well.
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