Disclaimer: I can see how these things get annoying fast. No, I don't
friken own Inuyasha. I do own a bunch of manga volumes though!
A/N: OMG I got *gasp* ONE review! I was hoping for a little more but THANKS SO MUCH for the one I got! *hugs*
Chapter Three
Homeless (creative eh?)
It had been two weeks since the fateful incident that would change her life forever, and all she could think about was food. Mocha frappacinos invaded her brain whenever she zoned out, along with hot cheesy pizzas (which she had discovered on her first day here), and her personal favorite, oden. She tried to think of food as little as possible, since the thought left her drooling. Instead, she concentrated on other things.
Not that the other things were any more pleasant.
Life on the streets was not easy, as she soon found out. She was sure that there had to be someone out there with a kind enough heart to give her a dollar here and there. Apparently, so did hundreds of other people in this place. People couldn't stop to give money to every homeless person they saw, so they gave it to none. She had learned that after only a day or two.
Luckily water was free, if you knew where to look. "Thank god for small favors," she muttered to herself. She didn't want to think about what would happen if she didn't find more food soon. Her diet now consisted of whatever she could find in the trash, whether it looked edible or not. Truthfully, she just didn't care anymore. She would never even contemplate the idea of suicide, but she knew that her death was inevitable, and the way things were going right now, it was rapidly approaching. The strange thing was, she didn't seem to mind that much. Maybe it was just the hunger, or the pain from the cold, or worse, the inner pain that had gnawed at her for almost two long years.
But she had a reason to fight for her life. The reason's name was Buyo (A.N I know Buyo is a cat but I like dogs better and it matches better with this fic.)
After she had left the mysterious man that fateful night, the dog she had rescued had followed her around endlessly. At first she had tried to convince the dog to leave, telling him that she couldn't provide him with anything. But the dog had refused to comply. It had happily bounded after her wherever she went, and slowly wormed its way into her heart. She had grown to love the once white ball of fluff.
She sighed as she sank back down into the cardboard box she had come to know as her home. Life was certainly not perfect at the moment. She cradled Buyo in her arms as he snored peacefully against her chest. Her once full raven hair now hung listlessly around her shoulders, and her eyes drooped with dark circles. Her clothing wasn't in shreds, but it was certainly the worse for wear. She didn't even want to think about how she must smell.
She curled her now bare feet up beside her, letting her head rest on the wall of a nearby shop. For a moment she felt almost peaceful. Then she groaned.
It was raining.
"Why now of all times?" she groaned to herself, trying to shield herself in the cardboard box, which was rapidly imploding. Apparently cardboard didn't do very good in the water pressure department. Realizing that this shelter was as good as gone, she decided to find another place to sleep, if only for the night.
Walking down the street in the rain with bare feet and a dog in her arms, she experienced a feeling she had rarely felt before. Complete and total relaxation. It was a funny thing to feel really, after all, she was probably in one of the worst possible situations to be in. She was homeless in a huge city, half starved, and expected to take care of herself and a small puppy. Still, it definitely beat her old life. Or at least her old life after she had turned 16.
With a sigh, she turned a corner and spied an open apartment door. Knowing that she could very well get arrested, she ran inside. After all, it was freezing, and Buyo was beginning to tremble. What else could she do? After looking around at the comfortable looking apartment (and feeling a tinge of nostalgia) she spied a checkered armchair resting in the corner of what looked like a living room. She settled herself down in a space behind it, where most normal people wouldn't think to look. For the first time in weeks, she allowed herself to close her eyes and truly drift off into a dream world.
Unfortunately her happiness would be short lived. For not five minutes later she would be awoken by a rough hand on her shoulder. As her eyes focused, she found herself staring into the eyes of the last person on Earth she wanted to see. The person she had tried to run from. The whole reason she was here.
It was her father.
A/N: ooh evil cliffy eh? Don't worry.. I'll update soon! Maybe again tonight... maybe.
A/N: OMG I got *gasp* ONE review! I was hoping for a little more but THANKS SO MUCH for the one I got! *hugs*
Chapter Three
Homeless (creative eh?)
It had been two weeks since the fateful incident that would change her life forever, and all she could think about was food. Mocha frappacinos invaded her brain whenever she zoned out, along with hot cheesy pizzas (which she had discovered on her first day here), and her personal favorite, oden. She tried to think of food as little as possible, since the thought left her drooling. Instead, she concentrated on other things.
Not that the other things were any more pleasant.
Life on the streets was not easy, as she soon found out. She was sure that there had to be someone out there with a kind enough heart to give her a dollar here and there. Apparently, so did hundreds of other people in this place. People couldn't stop to give money to every homeless person they saw, so they gave it to none. She had learned that after only a day or two.
Luckily water was free, if you knew where to look. "Thank god for small favors," she muttered to herself. She didn't want to think about what would happen if she didn't find more food soon. Her diet now consisted of whatever she could find in the trash, whether it looked edible or not. Truthfully, she just didn't care anymore. She would never even contemplate the idea of suicide, but she knew that her death was inevitable, and the way things were going right now, it was rapidly approaching. The strange thing was, she didn't seem to mind that much. Maybe it was just the hunger, or the pain from the cold, or worse, the inner pain that had gnawed at her for almost two long years.
But she had a reason to fight for her life. The reason's name was Buyo (A.N I know Buyo is a cat but I like dogs better and it matches better with this fic.)
After she had left the mysterious man that fateful night, the dog she had rescued had followed her around endlessly. At first she had tried to convince the dog to leave, telling him that she couldn't provide him with anything. But the dog had refused to comply. It had happily bounded after her wherever she went, and slowly wormed its way into her heart. She had grown to love the once white ball of fluff.
She sighed as she sank back down into the cardboard box she had come to know as her home. Life was certainly not perfect at the moment. She cradled Buyo in her arms as he snored peacefully against her chest. Her once full raven hair now hung listlessly around her shoulders, and her eyes drooped with dark circles. Her clothing wasn't in shreds, but it was certainly the worse for wear. She didn't even want to think about how she must smell.
She curled her now bare feet up beside her, letting her head rest on the wall of a nearby shop. For a moment she felt almost peaceful. Then she groaned.
It was raining.
"Why now of all times?" she groaned to herself, trying to shield herself in the cardboard box, which was rapidly imploding. Apparently cardboard didn't do very good in the water pressure department. Realizing that this shelter was as good as gone, she decided to find another place to sleep, if only for the night.
Walking down the street in the rain with bare feet and a dog in her arms, she experienced a feeling she had rarely felt before. Complete and total relaxation. It was a funny thing to feel really, after all, she was probably in one of the worst possible situations to be in. She was homeless in a huge city, half starved, and expected to take care of herself and a small puppy. Still, it definitely beat her old life. Or at least her old life after she had turned 16.
With a sigh, she turned a corner and spied an open apartment door. Knowing that she could very well get arrested, she ran inside. After all, it was freezing, and Buyo was beginning to tremble. What else could she do? After looking around at the comfortable looking apartment (and feeling a tinge of nostalgia) she spied a checkered armchair resting in the corner of what looked like a living room. She settled herself down in a space behind it, where most normal people wouldn't think to look. For the first time in weeks, she allowed herself to close her eyes and truly drift off into a dream world.
Unfortunately her happiness would be short lived. For not five minutes later she would be awoken by a rough hand on her shoulder. As her eyes focused, she found herself staring into the eyes of the last person on Earth she wanted to see. The person she had tried to run from. The whole reason she was here.
It was her father.
A/N: ooh evil cliffy eh? Don't worry.. I'll update soon! Maybe again tonight... maybe.