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Hi! It's just me right now, Silver Dragon. Fuzzy... well, he had to go home... And his 'puter doesn't work... So yeah. I'll probably be updating for him, but whenever he comes over (roughly once a month), we'll update together! ^-^ N'kay.


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A car door slammed and the stomping of boots could be heard. Inuyasha just stood there silently, awaiting his punishment. His father crashed through the door and panted. He had become seriously out of shape after the years, and just jogging a block would make him faint. He was hunched slightly, and a slight sheen of sweat was on his forehead.


He stumbled over to the immobilized Inuyasha and stood over him. A droplet of sweat landed in Inuyasha's eye, but he didn't flinch, blink, or shuffle. The man laughed.


"Looks like you've learned over the years. Good." He raised his hand slowly, and brought it down with such force that it drove Inuyasha off of his feet and crashing into the wall, headfirst.


The man grinned, and walked over to the blood-stained wall and the bloody-headed Inuyasha. He again raised his hand and slapped him across the face repeatedly. He raised his hand again, made it into a fist, and slammed it into Inuyasha's face.


Feeling satisfied at the face of the boy, he arose, and walked up the stairs to his room.


Inuyasha remained on the floor, trying to control his breathing, get it back to a normal pulse. If he collapsed, his dad wouldn't use the effort to take him to the hospital... And then the school would ask and then they'd find out... Bad things happen.


He placed his hands on the floor and braced himself as he got up. He was right. The pain was unbearable. He gritted his teeth, and slowly brought himself back to the floor. He wouldn't get any sleep tonight... But it was so tempting. He felt dizzy, drowsy, and was in pain. His eyes felt like lead, and they were harder and harder to keep up. He had to clean the walls, or he would get a beating that would take him to the hospital.


Groaning, he decided that he'd get up faster if he went faster.


After many thoughts on how to go about this with less pain, and finally biting his arm as he got up, he was scrubbing furiously at the blood-caked wall. The splatter of crimson liquid was larger than he had expected.


It's gonna take all night...


Sighing, he kept on moving the sponge in circular motions until a section was done. Then he moved on to the next section. It went on like this for hours until he was finished.


Now to clean up myself.


His father purposely hit him on the places that were the hardest to hide. It gave his son less time to eat something, or even better, clean up his blood. That way he could kill the little bastard. He had already come up with seven different ways on going about the business. He was waiting for that day when his son wouldn't clean up the walls...


Inuyasha stepped out of the shower to meet the gaze of his father. He blinked, and his father advanced, punching him on the stomach.


"Looks like you didn't learn. Well, let me teach you again!"


Time seemed to slow during the three hours until school. Inuyasha watched his father burn him, whip him, force him to throw up everything he had eaten that week, make his arms turn black and blue, change the colors of the walls, and other things he couldn't remember. And one thought raged through his mind the whole time.


I deserve it all.


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Kagome sprinted after the bus. "MATTE!!"


The bastards of the school sat in the back that day, and had the audacity to give her the finger, make faces at her, and stick out their tongues.


Slowing to a stop, Kagome stood there watching the big, yellow box on wheels drive away. She checked her watch. "I've got ten minutes to get to school. It'll take me five to go back home, and another seven to get to school..."


I'm screwed.


Cursing very fluently, she began to run after the bus. "The bus driver changes every week... Maybe he or she's nice!" Kagome said to herself out loud.


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Sighing, Kagome walked to her classroom. She was dripping wet, and her shoes squeaked every time she took a step. The sun just decided to up and go a mile away from her school. The bus driver was not nice, and as she reached the next stop everyone was boarded. She sped off, with Kagome screaming at her from behind.


Kagome was not five minutes late; she was thirty three. Opening her locker after fumbling with the lock for a good minute, she put her stuff away.


Maybe I should just go back home and say I'm sick... Yeah! No one'll know, and mom's out of town today!


Smiling, she grabbed her soaking backpack and turned around, intent on heading home, when she came face-to-face with the principal. Very strictly brought up woman, always wore the same thing, always had a stern attitude, and always wore her wrinkles.


"Higurashi?"


"H-hai ma'am?"


"You're late," she stated bluntly.


"I realize that, ma'am, but I missed the bus-"


"And that's no excuse, Higurashi. Detention." And before Kagome could even complain she about-faced and exited the hallway with quick, even strides.


Sputtering in anger, Kagome knew it was fruitless to leave now. The principal must've has spies everywhere. Once she spots you, she doesn't let you out of her sight.


Grabbing her books, she headed to her first class.


This is gonna be one hell of a bad day...


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OK, another short chapter... But I've already updated three of my own stories today... And I'm *yawn* tired.


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