KAIKAWAII- hey this is my first fic so bear with me. I don't know if I'm
gud so please review me. Flames are allowed. thanks lots hope you enjoy!Ü
DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned Inuyasha and his cute ears.. I would just love to 'sit' him.. I would also love to own Inu-Yasha's HOT brother Sesshoumaru.. his cold golden eyes are the bomb.. and I wish I owned Miroku's little ponytail.. but the point is I DON'T!!!
Prologue-
A girl sat before her mirror reflecting a twin right before her emerald eyes. She slowly brushed her coffee-colored, shoulder length hair and tied it in a high ponytail. She scanned her azure colored room. It smelled newly painted since they just moved to Tokyo a week ago.
The wind touched her face as she stood up. She looked once again in the mirror and examined the young 16-year-old standing in front of her.
Perfect, she thought.
Then she got her school bag and swung it around her shoulder. Her lavender colored velvet slippers created such fracture with the floor that it made a loud sound not much irritating for the ears.
She walked pass her wooden door and straight downstairs. But then, the thumping of her feet stopped right at the center of the stairs where there was enough space for you to make a complete turn. But instead there was an mahogany colored altar where a portrait of a young man rested. He wore a large blue-grey kimono. He stared vividly at young girl who was staring at him as well. The same olive eyes met each other.
The young girl's lips gave out a small smile as she said: "Good morning father!"
She picked up a fallen petal from the Sakura flowers that her mother placed in a vase. Then she placed her free hand on the covering of her late father's samurai sword.
"It's my first day of school," she said still keeping the same smile on her face. "Wish me luck, papa!"
With that she strolled down the stairs completely. She headed towards the kitchen where she was greeted by two familiar faces. One was a 7-year old boy sitting on a chair happily eating his cereal. He looked at his sister revealing his sapphire blue eyes.
"'Morning Emiko-chan!" he said enthusiastically.
"Morning to you too, Naoko!" his sister greeted back.
Naoko and Emiko Ishikawa were siblings. They looked alike because of the same rosy white cheeks and charming smile. But Naoko contrasts the color of his sister's hair because his was raven black.
Emiko sat on the chair at the opposite side of her brother and gleamed, "Ohayo Okaa-san!"
Her mother, who was busy cooking her children's lunch turned around with a natural smile. Her dimpled slowly showing as hundreds of wrinkles came out.
"Good morning Emiko-san," her mother said. Then she switched her gaze and focused back to her cooking.
***
Sesshomaru was riding his newly painted motor bike, the one his friends has been bugging him about. They said they didn't like the color blue that much but the amber-eyed boy didn't care. He was the most quiet in his gang. He was also the only one who kept his unemotional expression on the face which made most girls drool on him more.
His short silver hair waved like a blanket of silk as he speeded away. His pale face was completely covered by his red helmet.
He was now crossing one of the crowded streets of Tokyo. He kept his coolness by ignoring all the flirty girls who where showing off themselves.
He looked to his right where he was supposed to make a turn. It was unusually traffic. He looked at it closer as he saw a car accident.
Ooo, he thought. That's bad.
His eyes were both stuck on the accident, he didn't notice the stoplight go red.
As he turned his gaze to the road in front of him, he quickly noticed that he was almost going to bump a girl!!!
A/N: hey! that was short... I promise you a better and longer chapter next time. So please... please review my story so I can make some changes to make it better... remember, flames are allowed... Arigato.. Ja!
DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned Inuyasha and his cute ears.. I would just love to 'sit' him.. I would also love to own Inu-Yasha's HOT brother Sesshoumaru.. his cold golden eyes are the bomb.. and I wish I owned Miroku's little ponytail.. but the point is I DON'T!!!
Prologue-
A girl sat before her mirror reflecting a twin right before her emerald eyes. She slowly brushed her coffee-colored, shoulder length hair and tied it in a high ponytail. She scanned her azure colored room. It smelled newly painted since they just moved to Tokyo a week ago.
The wind touched her face as she stood up. She looked once again in the mirror and examined the young 16-year-old standing in front of her.
Perfect, she thought.
Then she got her school bag and swung it around her shoulder. Her lavender colored velvet slippers created such fracture with the floor that it made a loud sound not much irritating for the ears.
She walked pass her wooden door and straight downstairs. But then, the thumping of her feet stopped right at the center of the stairs where there was enough space for you to make a complete turn. But instead there was an mahogany colored altar where a portrait of a young man rested. He wore a large blue-grey kimono. He stared vividly at young girl who was staring at him as well. The same olive eyes met each other.
The young girl's lips gave out a small smile as she said: "Good morning father!"
She picked up a fallen petal from the Sakura flowers that her mother placed in a vase. Then she placed her free hand on the covering of her late father's samurai sword.
"It's my first day of school," she said still keeping the same smile on her face. "Wish me luck, papa!"
With that she strolled down the stairs completely. She headed towards the kitchen where she was greeted by two familiar faces. One was a 7-year old boy sitting on a chair happily eating his cereal. He looked at his sister revealing his sapphire blue eyes.
"'Morning Emiko-chan!" he said enthusiastically.
"Morning to you too, Naoko!" his sister greeted back.
Naoko and Emiko Ishikawa were siblings. They looked alike because of the same rosy white cheeks and charming smile. But Naoko contrasts the color of his sister's hair because his was raven black.
Emiko sat on the chair at the opposite side of her brother and gleamed, "Ohayo Okaa-san!"
Her mother, who was busy cooking her children's lunch turned around with a natural smile. Her dimpled slowly showing as hundreds of wrinkles came out.
"Good morning Emiko-san," her mother said. Then she switched her gaze and focused back to her cooking.
***
Sesshomaru was riding his newly painted motor bike, the one his friends has been bugging him about. They said they didn't like the color blue that much but the amber-eyed boy didn't care. He was the most quiet in his gang. He was also the only one who kept his unemotional expression on the face which made most girls drool on him more.
His short silver hair waved like a blanket of silk as he speeded away. His pale face was completely covered by his red helmet.
He was now crossing one of the crowded streets of Tokyo. He kept his coolness by ignoring all the flirty girls who where showing off themselves.
He looked to his right where he was supposed to make a turn. It was unusually traffic. He looked at it closer as he saw a car accident.
Ooo, he thought. That's bad.
His eyes were both stuck on the accident, he didn't notice the stoplight go red.
As he turned his gaze to the road in front of him, he quickly noticed that he was almost going to bump a girl!!!
A/N: hey! that was short... I promise you a better and longer chapter next time. So please... please review my story so I can make some changes to make it better... remember, flames are allowed... Arigato.. Ja!