A Class Apart
By: Merayna
Chapter Two:
Disclaimer: T_T I admit nothing. NOTHING!! MWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Hey, what are you doing?! Let go of me!! AHHH!! ::screams as is strapped into strait jacket and forced into police car while surrounded by tall guys with glasses and black suits and guns::
A/N: Hey guys! ^_^ Thanks to those wonderful, wonderful five people who reviewed!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS!! ::sobs:: Well, I'm free to work on this. (I updated my Spirited Away fic, hehehehehe not a good chapter for it, but still) Well, I am having a blast writing this. I hope you guys enjoy it!! Cuz if you don't, you're mean. So there ::sticks out tongue:: Dang, it is so frickin' hard to write this!! ::weeps:: Making it sound good is such a challenge!! Gosh, I'm making stuff up on the spot, good thing I went back and brushed it up, or it wouldn't really flow that well.
"As everything seems down, stick up your chin and look up, for tomorrow is another day."
~Somewhat inspired by the movie "Annie"
InuYasha growled as a fist flew at him, barely missing him as he jumped onto the wall. Flipping over, he quickly somersaulted off. Holding his hands behind his back, he jumped around, dodging the speeding blows. Voice rising over the sound of shattering fingers, he shouted, "Why are you for the king?"
The rough reply was, "It don't make no difference if there be a king or no."
"Don't you know that the King takes most of your income by the high taxes?"
"Well, that be true, but we be poor anyway."
"But you could buy more food and clothing for your families with that money, instead of looking in garbage cans and pick pocketing, while running the risk of getting caught."
InuYasha broke off as a particularly nasty assault came in. He didn't have time for words as he somersaulted all over the place and blocked the blows with unseen and rapid fists.
Talking again, he said, "The king could take away anything he wanted with just a snap of his fingers. He doesn't care about any of you. He could kill all the peasants, and nobody would say anything, because he has the power. He hates peasants and immigrants. All he needs is a half-decent excuse and then he'll try to kill you all. Do you really want someone like that to have that much power over you?"
Sneering, one of the assaulting men spat, "And how would you know?"
InuYasha's eyes glinted as he turned his head, "Because he's my brother."
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"Oi, Sango, ya need ta serve table seven, now, ya hear me?" a gruff voice drawled out in a heavy accented voice. A girl with dark brownish black hair rolled her eyes, hands busy in putting her long hair in a ponytail.
"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses," she said with annoyance. Grabbing a tray, she hefted seven huge beer cups onto the tray and began walking towards the table steadily and not spilling a drop. It weighed about fifty pounds, but she was carried it as if it were only one.
Raucous voices filled the air as she and other maids walked by. Calmly slapping men that touched her, she continued to walk toward her table. Finally reaching it, she laid down her tray with a clunk and set down the glasses. Grubby hands reached for the tankards greedily and the slosh of ale going down throats gurgled disgustingly. Sighing in exasperation, she made to leave, but stiffened as a warm...something touched her, well, rear end. Lips curling in a sneer, she hissed at the culprit.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Miroku stared in awe at the beautiful girl before him. She seemed to be an angel from Heaven. She hissed words at him and glared at him with blazing, lovely cinnamon eyes. Too lost in staring at her, the words flew past him. Suddenly pushing himself from the table, he snatched her hands and bent down on one knee. Murmuring reverently, he said, "Fair lady, will you bear my child?"
Sango's eye twitched. Face reddening in anger, the other men at the table quietly scooted away from her. This stupid idiot could not take a hint. Quivering in anger, she sent a ringing blow towards the fool's face. The slap rang throughout the bar as the man flew towards the wall, where he promptly crashed into it, making a very large hole and enormous crash. The bar quieted for a moment as people stared wonderingly at the scene.
Huffing, Sango snatched the tray from the table and stomped away. Steam could literally be seen coming from her head.
A ring of people gathered around the hole as the dust cleared. Miroku lay in the rubble, eyes swirling and blabbering nonsense about a beautiful angel. Passerby shook their heads as his companions lifted him onto their shoulders and carried him away; one taking a quick drink from his tankard before being yanked away and dragged behind them, leaving a clear trail of ale on the ground.
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Sango muttered angrily as she tore off her serving girl outfit and changed into a simple shirt and breeches. Every day, she had to deal with stupid, perverted, lousy men who could NOT keep their hands to themselves. And everyday, she managed to control herself and not go berserk, but today, that perv had gone too far. Nodding in satisfaction, she consoled herself; he had gotten just what he had deserved.
Picking up a small loaf of bread, she waved to the friendly cook, Haruka, and stepped into the loud, rowdy, and hot street.
Puffs of dirt flew in the air as carts and wagons rumbled along the poor, dirt roads. The loud cries of bartering and people selling their wares filled the air. The sun beat down on everyone and sweat stank up the air. Waste and rotting produce only added to the smell. Sighing heavily, she weaved through the crowds and towards a tiny, sagging building. Glancing around at the people around her, she sighed again, regretfully this time, she didn't have any time to "do a little business" as they street folk called it, Kohaku was waiting.
Pushing open the door, she stepped into its stifling darkness, walking past the small, balding man whose head had jerked up at her approach. Squinting in the darkness, she leaned onto the counter and looked the small man in the eye.
"Where's Kohaku, Myouga?" she asked quietly.
Myouga only ruffled a few papers and straightened a few keys. "He didn't say," he replied vaguely.
Baring her teeth, she grabbed Myouga's collar and growled, "Where is KOHAKU?!"
Sighing, Myouga arched an eyebrow and pointed towards her living quarters.
"He just got back a few minutes ago, okay? So can you let go of my shirt, I just got it patched yesterday."
Face set in a scowl, Sango made her way into the dark room, muttering as she came back to the counter and snatched a pair of keys. Myouga looked at her with eyes twinkling in amusement. Everyday they had the same banter; it was something of a routine.
Sango's soft steps were muffled slightly by the dust and grime gathered in the hallway. Sticking her rusted key into the slot, she quietly opened the door, wincing as it creaked open.
Soft sobs and the sound of whimpering greeted her ears and she dropped her keys with a clink and rushed to the small form in the corner, jumping over the bundles of blankets and boxes. Hugging Kohaku's small form close to her, she whispered, "Kohaku, what's wrong?"
Sniffling, her replied, "N-nothing, Sango." Wiping his eyes hurriedly, he ran his hand under his nose and sniffed loudly. Reaching over, she ruffled his hair fondly. Sango looked at him with soft eyes. "What is it, Kohaku? Tell me."
Avoiding her eyes, he turned his head to the side. Burying his head under a cover, he replied, voice muffled, "Nothing, Sango." Snuffling, he pushed her away.
Sango looked at her brother fondly, reaching out and stroking his hair. He was such an honest looking boy, with his homely face and freckles and short, unruly hair. His bright, coffee eyes would always sparkle with a smile as he looked at her. She wondered why he wouldn't tell her what was wrong. No matter, he would tell her in due time. Snores reached her ears and she laid Kohaku gently on the ground, tucking in the edges of the blanket and smoothing his hair out of his face. Placing a soft kiss on his forehead, she stood up and walked away, making soft rustling noises as the cloth bunched around her.
Grabbing the small loaf of bread, she undid the cloth around it and broke off a small chunk. Tossing it into her mouth, she chewed thoughtfully, sitting down and pulling her knees to her face. She faced the window, looking at the reddening sky, the dark hues reminding her of the russet apples of fall, back in her home country of Dreter.
The memory soared to the surface, breaking open the locks and chains that she had kept upon them and throwing open the tightly shut doors. She remembered. It was the day that had changed her whole life. A single tear trickled down her face, glistening in the fading light of day. Another day had passed in what seemed the eternity she and Kohaku had spent in this strange new world.
~Flashback~
The scent of cinnamon apple pie wafted on the breeze. The day had been beautiful; the weather had been just right and the harvest had proved bountiful. Laughter and witty banter strained over the riotous fiddle music and flickering light of bonfires.
Sango sat apart, legs drawn up and staring at the sky, Kohaku leaning on her shoulder. They were completely happy, small smiles on their faces as they said their thank-yous in their head over and over again.
Footfalls greeted them and they turned their heads sharply. A rough and friendly face smiled at them, eyes crinkled in a grin. Wrinkles creased his worn face, but his chocolate eyes remained as bright as ever. Dressed in a simple cotton shirt and breeches, he reached over and tousled his children's hair. A small, slender woman came up behind him, arms encircling his waist and leaning her head into his back. Their gray streaked black hair glinted dully in the firelight as they gazed lovingly at their two children. Life was good.
Two years later...
Sango stared at the destruction of her simple farming village, flames licking at her feet and soot covering her face. She had held a sobbing Kohaku to her small frame and let her own tears flow down her face. They were all gone. Everyone. She blinked back the rest of her tears and stared despairingly at the sky, screaming, "WHY?! WHY?!" At that moment, her legs had given way and she collapsed onto the ground, eyes dull and arms clutched around Kohaku. He was the only thing she had left as she howled in sorrow.
Packing the only belongings they had, they had run away from the village, their only home. As she talked encouragingly to Kohaku about America, she slowly remembered. That day, she and Kohaku had gone to fetch water and supplies in the wagon. She was, after all, seventeen and it was her turn to do something and of course, Kohaku just had to go with his Nee-chan. As they had rumbled along in the rickety wagon, she had whistled and listened happily to the twittering of birds.
When they had gotten back, everything had already been burned. Bodies and ash were all that was left. Digging desperately through the rubble, they had found the charred remains of her loving and wonderful parents, their faces set forever in an expression of surprise and pain. A gut wrenching sorrow had consumed her as she had fallen to her knees and thrown back her head and howled. There would never be any sorrow as deep as that one on that day, never.
~End Flashback~
A single tear dripped onto the floor as Sango sobbed softly. Their life was horrible right now. She pick pocketed and waitressed to barely make ends meet. Debts piled high as she frantically tried to pay. They lived in a tiny, run-down apartment building, in one of the very worst rooms. It was only six feet wide and eight feet long. They were cramped together in a stifling space that was rank with the smell of sweat and hay. She hated her life, but she continued living for only one thing, Kohaku. So wiping away her tears, she resolved to never let herself become weak and to always be strong.
Lying down beside him, pulling her ragged blanket over herself, she fell into a fitful sleep plagued with nightmares of fire and death.
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Kagome sighed in boredom. That was it, plain and simple, she was bored. The rickety sound of the wooden wheels of the carriage lulled her to a doze, head slightly tilting. A sharp jolt jerked her awake and she shook her slightly and blinked a few times.
Across from her, her mother, Momoko, embroidered calmly, gloved hands steadily dipping and pulling the brightly colored thread through the white cloth. The sun was setting and it was stiflingly hot. Whipping out a fan from her small, lacy, and downright disgusting purse, she fanned herself frantically, careful not to wake up the drooling and snoring Kaede leaning on her shoulder.
Gently detaching Kaede from her arm, she leaned onto the armrest and looked out the window, blinking lethargically. They were traveling to visit Lord Houjo on his "wonderful and large estates for a wonderful party where everyone of importance would make an appearance." It was rumored that the King, himself, would be there. In other words, it sounded boring.
Sighing, she looked at her mother out of the corner of her eye, wondering how someone could stay like that for such a long time. Slumping, she leaned limply on the carriage door, fan falling from her hand and dropping silently onto the floor. Oh, god, this was going to be a long night.
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InuYasha turned blazing eyes towards the bandits, teeth bared.
"Now will you join the cause?!" he spat.
A dark, blundering man spat at his feet, dull eyes glaring. "Yous full o' lies," he muttered thickly.
Growling, InuYasha dodged his large and heavy fists, angered at the useless momentary lull in fighting. Scowling in annoyance, he whipped out a shining golden medallion that glinted in the now dark moonlight. Shoving it into the man's face, he shouted venomously, "Here, you fucking ass, this is my fucking proof!"
The man stopped for a moment, small eyes squinting to see the strange object in front of him. Eyes widening, he grated out, "Why, thar's the royal seal on that there coin."
Narrowing his eyes in suspicion, he said, "Whar'd you get such a trinket?"
Practically bellowing, InuYasha roared, "I got it 'cuz I'm the Crown Prince of Shitty Surrey!"
There was silence as the group of people crowded around to see the shiny trinket. Nobody would've been able to steal such a thing, as it was common knowledge that only three of those were made, and only one goldsmith knew exactly what they looked like, and they were guarded very carefully.
Mouths open, the assorted men blinked at each other in surprise. Should they trust this white-haired stranger? One man stepped forward, dark eyes strangely bright. Putting his hand towards InuYasha, he murmured, "I join your cause." As all the men stepped forward, it seemed, that they had indeed trusted him.
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Kagome showed her teeth to yet another couple looking for a suitable bride for their "most accomplished, handsome, smart son." She wasn't sure if she had smiled, it felt more like a grimace. Whatever, she didn't care. Dropping the smile, she massaged her aching cheeks. She had to remind herself never to smile that much, EVER.
Slipping away from the chattering nobles, elegant dancing music, beautiful ballroom, and absolutely horrible company, she went to a dark window and sat on the ledge, pressing her face to the cool glass. The moon was full and the night sky was absolutely breathtaking. It was the darkest shade of midnight blue, flecked with tiny, twinkling gems of light. The bright, creamy white moon hung up high, bathing the land in an eerie and ethereal glow.
Sighing, Kagome looked out the window, closing her eyes and imagining herself out there. She could feel the cold, fresh air on her face. Wait, cold fresh air? Eyes snapping open, she realized that the window was open. Two bright eyes peered at her in the darkness, as her chest clenched in terror. Opening her mouth in a scream, it was muffled by a rough hand. In the moonlight, she glimpsed glowing amber eyes and shining silver hair. Who the hell had amber eyes and silver hair?! Eyes darting in fright, she strained against the hand. Anger rising, she bit the man's hand and kicked him in the groin. He gave a small grunt and fell to his knees, loosening his hold.
Panting, Kagome dashed down the hallway, steps clacking on the marble tiles. Opening her mouth again to scream, she was yet again muffled by a hand, this time smooth and soft. Looking furiously at her captor, she saw in shock that it was a girl. She had brilliant emerald eyes and glared piercingly at her.
An amazing fury rose up in Kagome. Who the hell had the right to just grab her?! Growling, she grabbed the girl's arms and threw her over her head and slammed her into the ground. The girl sprang to her feet in a flash, livid eyes glowing. Snarling, she rushed toward Kagome, fist out toward her face, springing into the air, Kagome growled in annoyance at the confining skirts she wore. With a loud ripping sound, she tore them off, in only a simple top and bloomers, and somersaulted out of the way of the girl's attack.
Kagome didn't understand what was wrong with her, but she was angry! Remembering the fighting stance she had seen when watching men fight in the streets, she moved into position, face dark, but hands held calmly before her, white palms showing. The girl faced her in the same position, hands clenched and tossing her fiery head in a challenge.
She didn't understand. How did she know how to do all this? Baring her teeth, Kagome flew toward her, lip curled, whatever, she would use it, wherever it came from, she needed it.
Her mind was lost as she concentrated on the flurry of fists and feet that confronted her.
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Sango awoke to the smell of smoke, putting her hand in front of her face as the horrid smell reached her nose. Coughing, she was blinded by the dark haze of smoke all around her. Panic filled her stomach as she searched frantically for Kohaku. Where was he?
Staggering weakly, she searched blindly, before coming across a solid, unmoving lump. Sango's heart clenched in terror. She had to get them out! The flames surrounded them from every side and the desolate wail of sirens rang throughout the air. They were trapped.
A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I STOPPED IT HERE!! ::continues to laugh evilly:: Anyway, on to replies for reviews!! ::coughs::
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By: Merayna
Chapter Two:
Disclaimer: T_T I admit nothing. NOTHING!! MWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!!! Hey, what are you doing?! Let go of me!! AHHH!! ::screams as is strapped into strait jacket and forced into police car while surrounded by tall guys with glasses and black suits and guns::
A/N: Hey guys! ^_^ Thanks to those wonderful, wonderful five people who reviewed!!! I LOVE YOU GUYS!! ::sobs:: Well, I'm free to work on this. (I updated my Spirited Away fic, hehehehehe not a good chapter for it, but still) Well, I am having a blast writing this. I hope you guys enjoy it!! Cuz if you don't, you're mean. So there ::sticks out tongue:: Dang, it is so frickin' hard to write this!! ::weeps:: Making it sound good is such a challenge!! Gosh, I'm making stuff up on the spot, good thing I went back and brushed it up, or it wouldn't really flow that well.
"As everything seems down, stick up your chin and look up, for tomorrow is another day."
~Somewhat inspired by the movie "Annie"
InuYasha growled as a fist flew at him, barely missing him as he jumped onto the wall. Flipping over, he quickly somersaulted off. Holding his hands behind his back, he jumped around, dodging the speeding blows. Voice rising over the sound of shattering fingers, he shouted, "Why are you for the king?"
The rough reply was, "It don't make no difference if there be a king or no."
"Don't you know that the King takes most of your income by the high taxes?"
"Well, that be true, but we be poor anyway."
"But you could buy more food and clothing for your families with that money, instead of looking in garbage cans and pick pocketing, while running the risk of getting caught."
InuYasha broke off as a particularly nasty assault came in. He didn't have time for words as he somersaulted all over the place and blocked the blows with unseen and rapid fists.
Talking again, he said, "The king could take away anything he wanted with just a snap of his fingers. He doesn't care about any of you. He could kill all the peasants, and nobody would say anything, because he has the power. He hates peasants and immigrants. All he needs is a half-decent excuse and then he'll try to kill you all. Do you really want someone like that to have that much power over you?"
Sneering, one of the assaulting men spat, "And how would you know?"
InuYasha's eyes glinted as he turned his head, "Because he's my brother."
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"Oi, Sango, ya need ta serve table seven, now, ya hear me?" a gruff voice drawled out in a heavy accented voice. A girl with dark brownish black hair rolled her eyes, hands busy in putting her long hair in a ponytail.
"Yeah, yeah, hold your horses," she said with annoyance. Grabbing a tray, she hefted seven huge beer cups onto the tray and began walking towards the table steadily and not spilling a drop. It weighed about fifty pounds, but she was carried it as if it were only one.
Raucous voices filled the air as she and other maids walked by. Calmly slapping men that touched her, she continued to walk toward her table. Finally reaching it, she laid down her tray with a clunk and set down the glasses. Grubby hands reached for the tankards greedily and the slosh of ale going down throats gurgled disgustingly. Sighing in exasperation, she made to leave, but stiffened as a warm...something touched her, well, rear end. Lips curling in a sneer, she hissed at the culprit.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Miroku stared in awe at the beautiful girl before him. She seemed to be an angel from Heaven. She hissed words at him and glared at him with blazing, lovely cinnamon eyes. Too lost in staring at her, the words flew past him. Suddenly pushing himself from the table, he snatched her hands and bent down on one knee. Murmuring reverently, he said, "Fair lady, will you bear my child?"
Sango's eye twitched. Face reddening in anger, the other men at the table quietly scooted away from her. This stupid idiot could not take a hint. Quivering in anger, she sent a ringing blow towards the fool's face. The slap rang throughout the bar as the man flew towards the wall, where he promptly crashed into it, making a very large hole and enormous crash. The bar quieted for a moment as people stared wonderingly at the scene.
Huffing, Sango snatched the tray from the table and stomped away. Steam could literally be seen coming from her head.
A ring of people gathered around the hole as the dust cleared. Miroku lay in the rubble, eyes swirling and blabbering nonsense about a beautiful angel. Passerby shook their heads as his companions lifted him onto their shoulders and carried him away; one taking a quick drink from his tankard before being yanked away and dragged behind them, leaving a clear trail of ale on the ground.
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Sango muttered angrily as she tore off her serving girl outfit and changed into a simple shirt and breeches. Every day, she had to deal with stupid, perverted, lousy men who could NOT keep their hands to themselves. And everyday, she managed to control herself and not go berserk, but today, that perv had gone too far. Nodding in satisfaction, she consoled herself; he had gotten just what he had deserved.
Picking up a small loaf of bread, she waved to the friendly cook, Haruka, and stepped into the loud, rowdy, and hot street.
Puffs of dirt flew in the air as carts and wagons rumbled along the poor, dirt roads. The loud cries of bartering and people selling their wares filled the air. The sun beat down on everyone and sweat stank up the air. Waste and rotting produce only added to the smell. Sighing heavily, she weaved through the crowds and towards a tiny, sagging building. Glancing around at the people around her, she sighed again, regretfully this time, she didn't have any time to "do a little business" as they street folk called it, Kohaku was waiting.
Pushing open the door, she stepped into its stifling darkness, walking past the small, balding man whose head had jerked up at her approach. Squinting in the darkness, she leaned onto the counter and looked the small man in the eye.
"Where's Kohaku, Myouga?" she asked quietly.
Myouga only ruffled a few papers and straightened a few keys. "He didn't say," he replied vaguely.
Baring her teeth, she grabbed Myouga's collar and growled, "Where is KOHAKU?!"
Sighing, Myouga arched an eyebrow and pointed towards her living quarters.
"He just got back a few minutes ago, okay? So can you let go of my shirt, I just got it patched yesterday."
Face set in a scowl, Sango made her way into the dark room, muttering as she came back to the counter and snatched a pair of keys. Myouga looked at her with eyes twinkling in amusement. Everyday they had the same banter; it was something of a routine.
Sango's soft steps were muffled slightly by the dust and grime gathered in the hallway. Sticking her rusted key into the slot, she quietly opened the door, wincing as it creaked open.
Soft sobs and the sound of whimpering greeted her ears and she dropped her keys with a clink and rushed to the small form in the corner, jumping over the bundles of blankets and boxes. Hugging Kohaku's small form close to her, she whispered, "Kohaku, what's wrong?"
Sniffling, her replied, "N-nothing, Sango." Wiping his eyes hurriedly, he ran his hand under his nose and sniffed loudly. Reaching over, she ruffled his hair fondly. Sango looked at him with soft eyes. "What is it, Kohaku? Tell me."
Avoiding her eyes, he turned his head to the side. Burying his head under a cover, he replied, voice muffled, "Nothing, Sango." Snuffling, he pushed her away.
Sango looked at her brother fondly, reaching out and stroking his hair. He was such an honest looking boy, with his homely face and freckles and short, unruly hair. His bright, coffee eyes would always sparkle with a smile as he looked at her. She wondered why he wouldn't tell her what was wrong. No matter, he would tell her in due time. Snores reached her ears and she laid Kohaku gently on the ground, tucking in the edges of the blanket and smoothing his hair out of his face. Placing a soft kiss on his forehead, she stood up and walked away, making soft rustling noises as the cloth bunched around her.
Grabbing the small loaf of bread, she undid the cloth around it and broke off a small chunk. Tossing it into her mouth, she chewed thoughtfully, sitting down and pulling her knees to her face. She faced the window, looking at the reddening sky, the dark hues reminding her of the russet apples of fall, back in her home country of Dreter.
The memory soared to the surface, breaking open the locks and chains that she had kept upon them and throwing open the tightly shut doors. She remembered. It was the day that had changed her whole life. A single tear trickled down her face, glistening in the fading light of day. Another day had passed in what seemed the eternity she and Kohaku had spent in this strange new world.
~Flashback~
The scent of cinnamon apple pie wafted on the breeze. The day had been beautiful; the weather had been just right and the harvest had proved bountiful. Laughter and witty banter strained over the riotous fiddle music and flickering light of bonfires.
Sango sat apart, legs drawn up and staring at the sky, Kohaku leaning on her shoulder. They were completely happy, small smiles on their faces as they said their thank-yous in their head over and over again.
Footfalls greeted them and they turned their heads sharply. A rough and friendly face smiled at them, eyes crinkled in a grin. Wrinkles creased his worn face, but his chocolate eyes remained as bright as ever. Dressed in a simple cotton shirt and breeches, he reached over and tousled his children's hair. A small, slender woman came up behind him, arms encircling his waist and leaning her head into his back. Their gray streaked black hair glinted dully in the firelight as they gazed lovingly at their two children. Life was good.
Two years later...
Sango stared at the destruction of her simple farming village, flames licking at her feet and soot covering her face. She had held a sobbing Kohaku to her small frame and let her own tears flow down her face. They were all gone. Everyone. She blinked back the rest of her tears and stared despairingly at the sky, screaming, "WHY?! WHY?!" At that moment, her legs had given way and she collapsed onto the ground, eyes dull and arms clutched around Kohaku. He was the only thing she had left as she howled in sorrow.
Packing the only belongings they had, they had run away from the village, their only home. As she talked encouragingly to Kohaku about America, she slowly remembered. That day, she and Kohaku had gone to fetch water and supplies in the wagon. She was, after all, seventeen and it was her turn to do something and of course, Kohaku just had to go with his Nee-chan. As they had rumbled along in the rickety wagon, she had whistled and listened happily to the twittering of birds.
When they had gotten back, everything had already been burned. Bodies and ash were all that was left. Digging desperately through the rubble, they had found the charred remains of her loving and wonderful parents, their faces set forever in an expression of surprise and pain. A gut wrenching sorrow had consumed her as she had fallen to her knees and thrown back her head and howled. There would never be any sorrow as deep as that one on that day, never.
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A single tear dripped onto the floor as Sango sobbed softly. Their life was horrible right now. She pick pocketed and waitressed to barely make ends meet. Debts piled high as she frantically tried to pay. They lived in a tiny, run-down apartment building, in one of the very worst rooms. It was only six feet wide and eight feet long. They were cramped together in a stifling space that was rank with the smell of sweat and hay. She hated her life, but she continued living for only one thing, Kohaku. So wiping away her tears, she resolved to never let herself become weak and to always be strong.
Lying down beside him, pulling her ragged blanket over herself, she fell into a fitful sleep plagued with nightmares of fire and death.
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Kagome sighed in boredom. That was it, plain and simple, she was bored. The rickety sound of the wooden wheels of the carriage lulled her to a doze, head slightly tilting. A sharp jolt jerked her awake and she shook her slightly and blinked a few times.
Across from her, her mother, Momoko, embroidered calmly, gloved hands steadily dipping and pulling the brightly colored thread through the white cloth. The sun was setting and it was stiflingly hot. Whipping out a fan from her small, lacy, and downright disgusting purse, she fanned herself frantically, careful not to wake up the drooling and snoring Kaede leaning on her shoulder.
Gently detaching Kaede from her arm, she leaned onto the armrest and looked out the window, blinking lethargically. They were traveling to visit Lord Houjo on his "wonderful and large estates for a wonderful party where everyone of importance would make an appearance." It was rumored that the King, himself, would be there. In other words, it sounded boring.
Sighing, she looked at her mother out of the corner of her eye, wondering how someone could stay like that for such a long time. Slumping, she leaned limply on the carriage door, fan falling from her hand and dropping silently onto the floor. Oh, god, this was going to be a long night.
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InuYasha turned blazing eyes towards the bandits, teeth bared.
"Now will you join the cause?!" he spat.
A dark, blundering man spat at his feet, dull eyes glaring. "Yous full o' lies," he muttered thickly.
Growling, InuYasha dodged his large and heavy fists, angered at the useless momentary lull in fighting. Scowling in annoyance, he whipped out a shining golden medallion that glinted in the now dark moonlight. Shoving it into the man's face, he shouted venomously, "Here, you fucking ass, this is my fucking proof!"
The man stopped for a moment, small eyes squinting to see the strange object in front of him. Eyes widening, he grated out, "Why, thar's the royal seal on that there coin."
Narrowing his eyes in suspicion, he said, "Whar'd you get such a trinket?"
Practically bellowing, InuYasha roared, "I got it 'cuz I'm the Crown Prince of Shitty Surrey!"
There was silence as the group of people crowded around to see the shiny trinket. Nobody would've been able to steal such a thing, as it was common knowledge that only three of those were made, and only one goldsmith knew exactly what they looked like, and they were guarded very carefully.
Mouths open, the assorted men blinked at each other in surprise. Should they trust this white-haired stranger? One man stepped forward, dark eyes strangely bright. Putting his hand towards InuYasha, he murmured, "I join your cause." As all the men stepped forward, it seemed, that they had indeed trusted him.
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Kagome showed her teeth to yet another couple looking for a suitable bride for their "most accomplished, handsome, smart son." She wasn't sure if she had smiled, it felt more like a grimace. Whatever, she didn't care. Dropping the smile, she massaged her aching cheeks. She had to remind herself never to smile that much, EVER.
Slipping away from the chattering nobles, elegant dancing music, beautiful ballroom, and absolutely horrible company, she went to a dark window and sat on the ledge, pressing her face to the cool glass. The moon was full and the night sky was absolutely breathtaking. It was the darkest shade of midnight blue, flecked with tiny, twinkling gems of light. The bright, creamy white moon hung up high, bathing the land in an eerie and ethereal glow.
Sighing, Kagome looked out the window, closing her eyes and imagining herself out there. She could feel the cold, fresh air on her face. Wait, cold fresh air? Eyes snapping open, she realized that the window was open. Two bright eyes peered at her in the darkness, as her chest clenched in terror. Opening her mouth in a scream, it was muffled by a rough hand. In the moonlight, she glimpsed glowing amber eyes and shining silver hair. Who the hell had amber eyes and silver hair?! Eyes darting in fright, she strained against the hand. Anger rising, she bit the man's hand and kicked him in the groin. He gave a small grunt and fell to his knees, loosening his hold.
Panting, Kagome dashed down the hallway, steps clacking on the marble tiles. Opening her mouth again to scream, she was yet again muffled by a hand, this time smooth and soft. Looking furiously at her captor, she saw in shock that it was a girl. She had brilliant emerald eyes and glared piercingly at her.
An amazing fury rose up in Kagome. Who the hell had the right to just grab her?! Growling, she grabbed the girl's arms and threw her over her head and slammed her into the ground. The girl sprang to her feet in a flash, livid eyes glowing. Snarling, she rushed toward Kagome, fist out toward her face, springing into the air, Kagome growled in annoyance at the confining skirts she wore. With a loud ripping sound, she tore them off, in only a simple top and bloomers, and somersaulted out of the way of the girl's attack.
Kagome didn't understand what was wrong with her, but she was angry! Remembering the fighting stance she had seen when watching men fight in the streets, she moved into position, face dark, but hands held calmly before her, white palms showing. The girl faced her in the same position, hands clenched and tossing her fiery head in a challenge.
She didn't understand. How did she know how to do all this? Baring her teeth, Kagome flew toward her, lip curled, whatever, she would use it, wherever it came from, she needed it.
Her mind was lost as she concentrated on the flurry of fists and feet that confronted her.
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Sango awoke to the smell of smoke, putting her hand in front of her face as the horrid smell reached her nose. Coughing, she was blinded by the dark haze of smoke all around her. Panic filled her stomach as she searched frantically for Kohaku. Where was he?
Staggering weakly, she searched blindly, before coming across a solid, unmoving lump. Sango's heart clenched in terror. She had to get them out! The flames surrounded them from every side and the desolate wail of sirens rang throughout the air. They were trapped.
A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I STOPPED IT HERE!! ::continues to laugh evilly:: Anyway, on to replies for reviews!! ::coughs::
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