Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-Yasha blah,blah,blah, you get it by now.

(AN: Tomorrow, September 25, is my birthday! I don't like birthdays much.)

Chapter 3: The Innocent

Shippo groggely opened his eyes, letting things come to focus. He looked to the clock to see it was realy early.

Inu was curled up on his couch and Miroku was sprawled out on his floor.

"Why can't they get their own appartments?"

Shippo quietly opened his appartment doorand went about his buisiness. His hands in his pockets, he stroled down the street.He stooped outside a music store and bought some cd's: The Sex Pistals, The Misfits, Sisters of Mercey and Sick of it All. (AN: Sick of it All is my fav punk band and wrote the song in this ch.)

Shippo stopped at a small, old, cozy looking house set apart from the others. He took a deep breath and opened the door. Everything was quiet and he slipped inside.

"DADDY!" a little boy yelled once his father had snuck into his room.

"Shhh, your grandma and grandpa are still asleep."

The little boy threw his arms around his fathers neck.

"I missed you too, Rikki." Shippo said hugging his son.

"Rikki, I got a deal with a recording studio and I'll start making more money and I can finally be the father you need."

Rikki's eyes lit with excitement at the thought of living with his dad...but...

"When is mommy coming home?"

Shippo's heart sank.

"S-She's still on vacation."

Kirara woke up warm in her bed. The fan roared in her face as she sat up and hugged her knees. She brushed her light brown hair and ate a breakfast consisting of bagels and milk. She called Kagome and Sango on three way, telling them to meet her at the Kitsune Klub, tonight Shippo was on bar duty and was playing with his band again. They agreed to meet at eight.

Later that night...

Shippo was backstage preparing to preform.

"Don't woory Ship, I'm sure he'll love us." Miroku reasured Shippo.

"Yeah, stop worrying and try not to screw up." Inu-Yasha replied.

Shippo heaved a sigh.

The three girls watched eagerly. Kagome noticed a stanger to the club sitting in back. He had shock white hair, an emotionless face and his white fluffy cat sat on his shoulder.

"Quite hansome." she thought.

The lights dimmed and the events of last night started anew.

"NO MORE, NO MORE!

The cries of the ones you serve go unheared, ignored

With patronizing smiles you move on, and on

An agenda all your own

While the pain and scorn

Are yours and yours alone to stop

Its been said all before

But you choose to ignore

and the ones that you burn will be the ones to see you fall

You test the innocent and watch them bleed

You test the innocent, we'll watch you bleed

Whats right, whats just

The lines of right and wrong have been

blurred and crossed

so many times the ideals are lost

Your voices numb our minds

And those who oppose are cast into a

Line of doubt

Theres only so much they'll take

Before your grip starts to break

As the cracks start to show

It falls apart and explodes."

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