Families CAN Be Replaceable
Maybe I subconsciously knew what my parents were going to do. Maybe I didn't, but the real story starts just before dinner one night in the fall. "Kyo!" my mother yelled at me, "Dinner's almost ready!" "Alright mom." I called back. I knew what she was going to say. "I'll set the table." Setting the table wasn't one of my chores this week, but it didn't matter. Because I was the only one home all day it was assumed I'd do everyone's chores, including the ones the rest of the family were capable of doing after they got home from work or school. Except cooking. Mom forbid me to cook.
"Yes, do that too but come into the kitchen for a moment." My mom replied, "I want to tell you something." I took my 4 year old sister off my lap and pulled my 6 year old brother off my back. He responded with a tug on my ears. My sisters and brothers adored me. Especially my ears. They can't get enough of pulling them. I gave up trying to get them to stop. "WOULD YOU HURRY UP?!" mom yelled. "I'm coming, I'm coming." I said boardly.
Heading towards the utensil drawer, I was surprised to see that my mother was already holding two filled plates. "Hurry up you lazy cat." She said scowling. She never had any respect for me. I pulled out enough forks and knives for the family and scurried to set the table before I made her even madder.
"I didn't make enough dinner so you'll have to have some leftovers from breakfast." mom informed me. My mother handed me the plates she had already filled and shoved another into my other hand. A few seconds later and I had put plates at six out of seven places on the table. Mom handed me a bowl of cold gray oatmeal. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "Can you at least warm it up a little?" I asked. "Are you speaking back to me?" my mother demanded. "No ma'am." I replied sitting down with my yucky dinner.
My dad came in followed by my other siblings. I'm the oldest at twelve by the way. "What's for dinner?" dad asked my mom. "Spaghetti and meatballs." She told him happily. My sisters and brothers cheered. I sighed. Spaghetti and meatballs was my favorite.
Dinner began. I stuck my spoon into the gray mush. I sniffed. Another good thing about being part demon is that your sense of smell and hearing are about ten times better than a human or more. Maybe that's just with cat demons. Usually cold oatmeal, I've had it for dinner before, smells like wet wheat, but today there was a spicy smell under the wheat smell. I got through my dinner by telling myself it was just because mom had dropped some spices in it by mistake, but I couldn't push the feeling that something wrong was going to happen.
Finally dinner was finished and the rest of the family rose, walking into the living room to watch the traditional family after dinner movie. I picked up their dirty plates and washed them one by one. I never got to see the first half hour of any movie they saw. By the time I finished I was getting pretty sleepy. I frowned. Being part demon usually gave me the energy to do anything, anytime of the day. I sniffed the air. I couldn't smell any rain coming. That's usually the only thing that makes me sleepy. I wandered up to my room, not bothering to watch the movie, ready to crash on my bed.
Inuyasha: SHORT! You said it was going to be long!
Clear Waters: I said it was going to be longer than the first. I didn't say that it was going to be long.
Kagome: It sounds sort of depressing at the moment, Clear Waters. Does it get happier?
Clear Waters: Of course it does!
Inuyasha: This Kyo kid doesn't deserve a happy life.
Kagome: And why is that?
Inuyasha: She's a cat demon, that's why! I HATE cat demons! And I'm not even in the story! What's up with that?!!
Kagome: What's wrong with cat demons?
Clear Waters: Uh, Kagome? He's a dog demon. Dogs don't like cats last time I checked.
Kagome: Oh well. I forgot. Sorry!
Inuyasha: Idiot.
Kagome: Don't call me an idiot!
Inuyasha: Whatever idiot.
Kagome: SIT!
Clear Waters: Eyes hole in the floor. Well please Read and Review! I hoped you like it. Now to find the money to fix the floor. Scowls at Kagome
Kagome: Sorry!