As of April 28, 2005: Because fanfiction. net has a policy for "If you didn't write it, don't post it." the songs used in this fic have been taken off so as to prevent the deletion of my account on this site. If you wish to read the full formed fic (songs included) go to my profile and there will be links to my mediaminer account. I apologize for this questionable policy...wherever there's a page breaker that shouldn't be there,that's where the song is supposed to be...
Sins of a Father
Thanks to demongoddesYume, Kim, sesshomaru's-gal for reviewing!
Chapter Five
Disclaimer: You know the drill...sadly, I don't own the characters, but I have the pride enough to write this...
Kagome came to and slowly sat up. It took a few moments but she adjusted her eyes to her surroundings. She was at home? How in Kami's name did she return here? All she recalled was passing out during History.
No matter, she was out of school. She got up and went to her stereo system and turned on the CD player. The CD she had missed was already in so she simply pressed the play button. A song blared through the speakers though it was only so loud so she could hear if anyone came to her door. Although she hated the performer, the song lyrics spoke and reached out to her.
(Nobody's Home- Avril Lavigne)
Memories of her past flooded her mind as she sprawled out on the bed.
(Kag P.O.V.)
I was eight years old when my father was first elected president. The family was ecstatic. Sota was only one when this happened but he seemed to know what was going on. His giggle, huge goofy grin...right now that seems disgusting...but back then I probably loved him for it...
He started neglecting the family. Though my mother never paid mind to that, all she cared about was being a perfect first Lady. I tried to get them to spend time with Sota and I, but no avail. They were always "too busy" or "too tired" so they'd keep buying gifts to "make up for time lost spending with each other" what a load of shit...they didn't care about us...just their stupid "jobs".
There goes the little me again saying "I need time with you too! And Sota misses you, he won't stop crying!" They, especially my father spent so much time with other Government officials, and "people of honor" I thought they had forgotten their dear children, aged nine and two.
At age twelve, my father was re-elected. I knew that meant more neglect, but no matter, I spent all my spare time on my studies. I was able to block out everything else with school work and quite a bit of time with my friends. Although, a few of my friends seemed to like me for whom I was according to status. First daughter was definitely not all it was cracked up to be.
Age thirteen...an A student...because I worked hard, not because my father was president.
I constantly asked him to spend time with me and my brother. He'd always respond with "maybe later" or "I'm too busy right now," so I'd ask for things like books, clothes, and anything to entertain me...wait...was Naraku right? Was I over demanding to my father?
No.
It was totally fair. He was busy, and didn't want to take part in his own daughter's life, so I asked for materials.
A few weeks before my fourteenth birthday I came home to an empty house after school, (empty of course meaning no people in the house), the absence was strange. Honestly, the house was always buzzing with life, but hey, I was almost fourteen and had the house to myself!(empty of course meaning no people in the house),
I decided to go up to my father's study. I was never allowed to go in there for "confidential" reasons. My father definitely had something to hide...at least I thought he did...
When I reached the study, which was on the same floor as all the presidential offices and security room, I found the first door adjacent from the frame.
I walked over the fallen mahogany board to the next set of dual doors. One stood ajar...I pushed it open slowly...a pungent smell wafted to my nose. I edged to the source of the smell emitting from my father's desk.
From my perspective from the side of the desk, a pool of deep crimson liquid sat under the wheels of the chair. Slowly I turned the high-backed seat around...
My father...
Dead...
Shot execution style, stabbed multiple times, and decapitated...
(Normal P.O.V.)
Kagome began to tear up at the memory. Her dead father's body never ceased to re-traumatize her. Ever since her mother found her embracing and crying over the cold corpse, Kagome never felt the same...you could say she never really was cheerful during the reign of her father over Japan...but neglect, and having to go through this trauma...
Now that she really thought about it, Kagome endured the words Naraku had told her. 'I did seem selfish didn't I? I didn't think about how important his job was, and whenever he couldn't spend time with me, I demanded for things...' She began to enter her "zone" in which she'd be driven to cut.
She looked around for her backpack. That was where her blade was. 'Shit...whoever brought me home didn't get my stuff...'
Her face was stained with tears, and her make-up had smudged. 'Naraku...that bastard...he's trying to toy with me. Sure, I may have been demanding but I was not responsible for my father's death.
The next song came on as Kagome sprawled back on the bed, face down. She was about to fall asleep when a knock came at her door. Groaning, she got up and answered the door.
"Wh-what are you doing here?"
A/N: Another cliffy! Aren't I evil? Sorry...I didn't exactly answer the cliffy from the previous chapter. But no worries! I will answer it in the next chapter during my little 'back track'. So hope you liked this chapter! Review and let me know! Ja ne! Claire (-)
