Chapter Two: Will I ever get to die?
Cirrus: Hiya! I promised pairings, and after that, disclaimer.
Akita/Inuyasha Kagome/????? (Help me out here!) Sango/Miroku ?????/Shippo (Help me please?!)
Disclaimer: Nope, me no own Inuyasha. Sorry.
I woke up to a sticky neck and a cold floor. I looked around me and saw my brother beside me, asleep, with tear stains on his face. 'Oh god she used the needle on him. I told him not to do anything.'
Flashback
I gasped as I felt the ruler stick into my neck, it only hit the side, but it hurt so much I couldn't move or make a sound. "Sister!" I was finally able to take a breath as I felt my brother grip onto my waist. "Go back." I hissed. Talking hurt so much. "Oh how nice of you to join us Max." My step-mother said smirking as she put the ruler down, and picked up the needle. "Mommy?" Max said, he was confused because he had never witnessed our 'mother's' wickedness to me before. I had to protect him. I knelt down and pulled him towards me, making it impossible to reach him, or so I thought. My 'mother' seemed to get annoyed, but she didn't say anything, she just kept walking towards us. I growled a warning but she wasn't scared. Max started crying and I held him tighter. My mother was about a foot away when she slapped me. My face turned the other way and the pain in my neck made me want to die. In that split second I found myself on the floor and barely had time to look up before I heard the scream. 'Oh no.' I thought. I finally got my head up and saw Max fall to the floor, tears streaming down his face. I felt an intense pain in my head and neck then the world went black.
End of Flashback
I shivered. Horrible huh? This is my life, but you will need to know a little more about me before I go on. My name is Akita. I have no last name, because my parents died six months after I was born. I am 5 feet tall with black hair and two black wolf ears on top of my head. I am, if you were too stupid to guess, half wolf demon. That's the reason, well half of it at least, why my mother hates me. The second reason is, well I don't really know. But I don't think she would have hurt Max. And I don't think he'll remember anything when he wakes up. But anyways, I've never gone outside my house, don't eat great, and have a joyful disposition. That disposition? My life.
Back to reality
I heard a rustling sound beside me. When I looked I saw Max looking at me. 'I can't let him see my neck.' I thought as I got up. I pulled him up from the floor and carried him into his room. I ran out and closed the door behind me. As I went into my room I felt something warm run down my neck. When I looked at my reflection, I was surprised to see it bleeding again. 'I've got to stop the blood.' I looked around and found an old rag under my bed. 'I'm not going to be using this again.' I started ripping it to shreds and wrapping it around my neck. Finally, when I finished, I took a shower before 'Mom' woke up.
"Akita!" My little brother Max called. "What do you want?" "I want to play!" 'Oh god not my ears again.' I thought as Max came running into my room and jumped on my bed. I winced as he started tugging and twisting my ears.
'Ow'
'Ow'
"OW! Don't pull and twist at the same time!" I cringed as he screamed in delight. "And don't yell in them either!" I scowled as Max fell onto the floor in fits of uncontrollable laughter. I laid my ears flat on my head in an attempt to drown him out. When this didn't work, I placed both my hands over my ears. But when I saw Max snap out of it and look in the direction of the door, I uncovered my sensitive ears to listen. "Breakfast is ready! Come down stairs and wash up! And Akita set the table!" 'Oh joy, I'm going to hope she remembered to cook enough for me.' When I went downstairs, my stepmother walked up to me. "And Akita, I forgot you were here," She sneered, "So you are going to have leftovers. Oh and the microwave isn't working so they'll be cold." I gritted my teeth, trying not to get too angry; after all, this is how my life is supposed to be right? Miserable? 'I'll just eat that, swallow it like a good girl, and go ask Max if I can borrow one off the books that he can't even read yet. And then I'll sleep.'
Now some people might think I was never loved, well they're wrong. I was loved, twice. And once only because of an adoration for my ears. (And if you can't tell, that's my brother. See, I don't really think he loves ME.) Anyways, the first time was my mother. She was beautiful, and loving. She always told me how she'd never leave me, and how she would take care of me, even after she died. But then one day, my mom wasn't there. And hey, I was just 6 months old, do you think I could do anything about it? Noooo. Well, the next day, some people dressed in blue cloths came in and took me away. I ended up here, in this house, with this woman. I didn't feel unloved, she loved children, and she loved me. But after a few years, she brought home a baby, and it was like I wasn't even there. I would even rip up the curtains for attention! And one day, on the full moon, I turned into a wolf. And I bit the little baby who had ruined my life. And that when it started. The torture. The abuse. I no longer got beautiful things, only chores, left for me to do. She would sit and watch that TV all day, While I ran around and did her chores. She even made me bake; I cooked cakes, cookies, and brownies. Until I forgot the chocolate chips in the cookies, and she thought it would be horrible without it, so she said that I could never cook again, and made me eat the brownies. Personally, I loved them! And I always remembered the recipe. So when I got to the store, I buy a packet of brownie mix, and everything else needed, and at night, I creep downstairs and mix it, but I don't cook it, I just eat the batter. Not healthy, but yummy, none the less. And it's not like I ate healthy in the first place! I hope you can guess the adoration of my brother, because I don't feel like talking about him. Where is he anyway? I want to get to that book he let me borrow last time.
Cirrus: That one was pretty long, considering the first one I did. And I'm not replying to my own review. R&R!
Cirrus: Hiya! I promised pairings, and after that, disclaimer.
Akita/Inuyasha Kagome/????? (Help me out here!) Sango/Miroku ?????/Shippo (Help me please?!)
Disclaimer: Nope, me no own Inuyasha. Sorry.
I woke up to a sticky neck and a cold floor. I looked around me and saw my brother beside me, asleep, with tear stains on his face. 'Oh god she used the needle on him. I told him not to do anything.'
Flashback
I gasped as I felt the ruler stick into my neck, it only hit the side, but it hurt so much I couldn't move or make a sound. "Sister!" I was finally able to take a breath as I felt my brother grip onto my waist. "Go back." I hissed. Talking hurt so much. "Oh how nice of you to join us Max." My step-mother said smirking as she put the ruler down, and picked up the needle. "Mommy?" Max said, he was confused because he had never witnessed our 'mother's' wickedness to me before. I had to protect him. I knelt down and pulled him towards me, making it impossible to reach him, or so I thought. My 'mother' seemed to get annoyed, but she didn't say anything, she just kept walking towards us. I growled a warning but she wasn't scared. Max started crying and I held him tighter. My mother was about a foot away when she slapped me. My face turned the other way and the pain in my neck made me want to die. In that split second I found myself on the floor and barely had time to look up before I heard the scream. 'Oh no.' I thought. I finally got my head up and saw Max fall to the floor, tears streaming down his face. I felt an intense pain in my head and neck then the world went black.
End of Flashback
I shivered. Horrible huh? This is my life, but you will need to know a little more about me before I go on. My name is Akita. I have no last name, because my parents died six months after I was born. I am 5 feet tall with black hair and two black wolf ears on top of my head. I am, if you were too stupid to guess, half wolf demon. That's the reason, well half of it at least, why my mother hates me. The second reason is, well I don't really know. But I don't think she would have hurt Max. And I don't think he'll remember anything when he wakes up. But anyways, I've never gone outside my house, don't eat great, and have a joyful disposition. That disposition? My life.
Back to reality
I heard a rustling sound beside me. When I looked I saw Max looking at me. 'I can't let him see my neck.' I thought as I got up. I pulled him up from the floor and carried him into his room. I ran out and closed the door behind me. As I went into my room I felt something warm run down my neck. When I looked at my reflection, I was surprised to see it bleeding again. 'I've got to stop the blood.' I looked around and found an old rag under my bed. 'I'm not going to be using this again.' I started ripping it to shreds and wrapping it around my neck. Finally, when I finished, I took a shower before 'Mom' woke up.
"Akita!" My little brother Max called. "What do you want?" "I want to play!" 'Oh god not my ears again.' I thought as Max came running into my room and jumped on my bed. I winced as he started tugging and twisting my ears.
'Ow'
'Ow'
"OW! Don't pull and twist at the same time!" I cringed as he screamed in delight. "And don't yell in them either!" I scowled as Max fell onto the floor in fits of uncontrollable laughter. I laid my ears flat on my head in an attempt to drown him out. When this didn't work, I placed both my hands over my ears. But when I saw Max snap out of it and look in the direction of the door, I uncovered my sensitive ears to listen. "Breakfast is ready! Come down stairs and wash up! And Akita set the table!" 'Oh joy, I'm going to hope she remembered to cook enough for me.' When I went downstairs, my stepmother walked up to me. "And Akita, I forgot you were here," She sneered, "So you are going to have leftovers. Oh and the microwave isn't working so they'll be cold." I gritted my teeth, trying not to get too angry; after all, this is how my life is supposed to be right? Miserable? 'I'll just eat that, swallow it like a good girl, and go ask Max if I can borrow one off the books that he can't even read yet. And then I'll sleep.'
Now some people might think I was never loved, well they're wrong. I was loved, twice. And once only because of an adoration for my ears. (And if you can't tell, that's my brother. See, I don't really think he loves ME.) Anyways, the first time was my mother. She was beautiful, and loving. She always told me how she'd never leave me, and how she would take care of me, even after she died. But then one day, my mom wasn't there. And hey, I was just 6 months old, do you think I could do anything about it? Noooo. Well, the next day, some people dressed in blue cloths came in and took me away. I ended up here, in this house, with this woman. I didn't feel unloved, she loved children, and she loved me. But after a few years, she brought home a baby, and it was like I wasn't even there. I would even rip up the curtains for attention! And one day, on the full moon, I turned into a wolf. And I bit the little baby who had ruined my life. And that when it started. The torture. The abuse. I no longer got beautiful things, only chores, left for me to do. She would sit and watch that TV all day, While I ran around and did her chores. She even made me bake; I cooked cakes, cookies, and brownies. Until I forgot the chocolate chips in the cookies, and she thought it would be horrible without it, so she said that I could never cook again, and made me eat the brownies. Personally, I loved them! And I always remembered the recipe. So when I got to the store, I buy a packet of brownie mix, and everything else needed, and at night, I creep downstairs and mix it, but I don't cook it, I just eat the batter. Not healthy, but yummy, none the less. And it's not like I ate healthy in the first place! I hope you can guess the adoration of my brother, because I don't feel like talking about him. Where is he anyway? I want to get to that book he let me borrow last time.
Cirrus: That one was pretty long, considering the first one I did. And I'm not replying to my own review. R&R!