Prologue

Again.  Again.  It's not enough.  Again.  Fist met punching bag over and over in a repeating pattern, the force strengthening with each hit, relieving his built up tension.  Yet even this did not tire out the angry young man that stood before it, delivering each blow.

Sweat-soaked silver hair stuck to the sides of his face, small beads of perspiration dripping into them or sliding down his jaw to fall on his bare chest.  Amber eyes glowed there rage as they glared down the bag put in their path.  His well toned muscles glistened as he applied blow after blow to his little friend swinging to and fro on the chain before him.

It seemed punching didn't satisfy him enough for he turned all the way around, sending a powerful kick into the bag which broke the chain and sent it flying into his wall to land with a thud on the floor.

Kuso. The fourth time I've done that.  He wiped his brow with the back of his hand and let it fall to his side.  Footsteps could be heard approaching his door, and he was prepared when the door flung open, revealing a beautiful but angry woman standing in his doorframe.

"Hai?" he said in a bored tone.

"I've had enough," she snapped.  "Inuyasha, I know you're angry, but we've all had enough banging to last us till next summer.  That's at least the third time you've done that."

"Fourth," he interjected.

She gave him a quelling look before rolling her eyes in exasperation.  "Mou, sometimes you're worse than your otoosan."  Suddenly she looked like a tired old woman and the bags under her eyes shown clear as she sighed.  "Take a walk or do something, but be quieter.  Your otoosan isn't feeling well again."

He cracked his knuckles, looking ready to retort, but quickly just snatched up his discarded red shirt and stormed past her out of the room.  Using the shirt, he wiped the sweat from his face and chest then dropped it on the floor in the hall.  The force of his anger nearly made him rip the door from its hinges as he opened it.  Slamming the door behind him, the resounding rattle shook the frame and could have been felt throughout the house.

Translations:

Hai—yes

Otoosan—father

Kuso—(a really bad word I don't care to say)

And so begins the new try at making this story work for me.  Please give me your views and anything else.  I know some of you were looking forward to the rest of the story, but I'm going to change some of it.  Please don't kill me ^^*