He walked around the castle trying to find his way to the table for breakfast. His mother had gone looking for him figuring the small boy was lost again and brought him to the table.
He was so happy in the morning, so full of plans, eager to spend the day with his friends. But as his mom already knew the poor boy would be spending the day sitting around waiting for his friends to come along... again.
Breakfast turned into lunch and lunch turned into dinner but still nobody came to call on him. It was 11 at night and the poor boy was still very sure his friends would come calling, thinking, "They're gonna come! I know they'll come!"
"Where are all my friends? They always come to play..."
InuYasha still hadn't figured out that his friends only used him when they could. He didn't know that it was harvest season, because he lived in the castle and the servants did all the work unlike his friends who had to help their parents all the time.
Again he was alone. It seemed like he was alone every day, save the few times his friends came to play. "I'm alone again... Like every day... of my life..."
InuYasha sighed and stared out the window, into the gloom of the night. "I'm just a kid and my life is a nightmare, I'm just a kid and everyone's unfair..."
But who would hear him? Who would care? InuYasha waited for his mom, waited, hoping she would come and try to comfort him like she always did when nobody came and he felt miserable but she didn't come.
InuYasha was getting really sleepy so he jumped off the stone windowsill and went over to lay on the futon. He was left staring at the four walls, four paper, easily breakable walls.
"My life sucks..."
"I remember when Sesshomaru, my brother came up here. He decided to play with me even though I had to bug him lots to get him to do it! We played with my toys and we had lots of fun. I think he smiled but I forget since it happened so long ago..."
"Even Mommy doesn't play with me anymore. They all forget about me and leave me alone. Why do I always have to be alone..."
While InuYasha was brewing over his fuckass life, his mother was sitting worrying about him.
"It's 11. Maybe I should go check on him..."
And so she set off. Or at least she tried to.
The sound of a scream and then it was silent.
InuYasha ran after the noise or where he had heard it. And there he found the only person who had made his life feel good. Dead.
InuYasha started to cry. "What did I do? What's wrong with me?" he choked laying over his mother's dead body, sobbing.
Maybe... Maybe it was those people who called him that word. Halfbreed. It was them who had killed her. They had always said he never belonged but he had ignored him because he had friends. Or at least he thought he did.
"You killed her because... because you hate me!"
InuYasha had tried to go to sleep, swearing to kill everyone in this village tomorrow. But he couldn't fall asleep, his anger wouldn't let him and he was sick and tired of staring at the walls. It felt like the worst night ever but every night was like that when you were InuYasha.
InuYasha woke up again and sat up. He looked around and figured it was about 7 again. He looked up and saw his mother's body dead. And he was even angrier then he was last night.
InuYasha went demon for the very first time, because he was so mad. And he slaughtered the whole village piercing through all the hearts and organs. 159 villagers dead all with the same shocked and sad expression on their face.
InuYasha never gave a shit about people's feelings again. If they didn't treat him well as a kid why would they treat him well when he was older?
Life sucks.
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Edit: Based on Simple Plan's I'm Just A Kid.
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