I refuse to write another disclaimer. Well I haven't been on my last 2
chapters, but I'll tell you that I really don't own these characters.duh! N-
E-Wayz enjoy my next chapter. OOOOOOwa!!!!
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"So how'd you like it?" Sango inquired as they reached the car. Kagome had remained silent the rest of the time. Taking in what the secretary was saying and still pondering why the boy with the white hair had stared at her like that. She'd liked the classes even though every kid was a bit snobbish with the exception of a few. They were pretty average kids, the lot of them, except they got way huger allowances, wore expensive clothes, and drove expensive cars -_-.
Just by looking around she could tell who the snobbish kids were and who the nice kids were. There were also those kids right in the middle of being nice and still being rich with a smooth persona (i.e. Sango. These kids are the kind of rich people who don't take crap as opposed to the nice rich kids who are scardy cats or just too nice and can't handle themselves). In a few classes she noticed some very preppy cheerleader types with the perfect smiles and perfect hair. She'd laughed to herself thinking about all the times she'd been on the cheerleading squad. 'Not this year' Kagome thought to herself.
"I guess I liked it, with the exception of Mr. Morris. He came on a little strong. I think he likes flirting with all the students." Kagome replied slightly smiling.
"Yeah, but what can you do. His brain is addled from all that chemistry." Sango joked.
"Hey, Sango, who were those two boys in the English class that kept looking at you?" Kagome asked as the car started and they were on their way. She'd noticed the way the boy with the dark hair had glared and then smirked ever so slightly when Sango had noticed him. He obviously liked her. Or they were close friends. But the other boy seemed so mad every time he looked their way. , almost as though he sought vengeance. Why was he so angry?
"Oh, well the one with dark brown hair was Miroku. He's one of those go- getter-gotta-play-on-the-team-for-school kinds of guys. Ignore him. He's what one calls a.," Sango paused as if to think of a blunt word to describe the overly haughty boy then finished with a "PERVERT HENTAI!!!"
"Please do steer clear!!! Miroku's family is credible, but the boy is vicious in his dealings with women. Heard so many stories 'bout that kid and all those rich whores you guys call classmates runnin' around and doin' all sorts o' nasty things. Makes one wonder what really goes on at school, don't it?!" Their grandfather cracked from the front of the car causing the driver and Kagome to laugh.
"But who's the other one? The one with the white hair?" Kagome cut into the laughter after regaining her composure. She realized one mustn't laugh to a great extent for fear of wielding to one's enemy, the enemy being her new family who'd disregarded her for several, or most of, her better years.
Sango stared into the windshield thoughtlessly seeming to hide a distraught look of pure angst. Was the gravity of her simple question that effectual? Grandpa sighed to himself and shifted uncomfortably at the tenseness in the air, all the while Kagome stared back and forth at the two usually gregarious people in front of her. The only noise was the sound of the engine humming smoothly and a now and then cough from the nervous driver. Long silences made Kagome uncomfortable and this one was of no exemption.
"Well, don't all speak at once!" Kagome fumed sarcastically slumping back into her comfortable seat and placing her arms akimbo.
"You all are really making me mad. It can't be that hard to speak about a boy. Is he some sort of treacherous leech?" Kagome yelled into the deafening silence once more then suggested," Or perhaps he's a horned king with magical powers of persuasion and will kill you if you dare speak a word of defiance! My goodness, he certainly can't be that bad, can he?"
Grandpa raised a hand to silence the seething youngster from continuing with her degrading assessment of their emotionally pregnant silence.
"Tis' far better not to speak of such a foul boy. One should curse the day his family stepped onto this Earth or scorch the land from whence they came." Grandpa finally whispered head bent ever so crookedly as if assessing what had just passed through his lips and flinching from the sting of falsehood within the depths of him.
"His name."Sango hesitated, "His name is Inuyasha." Sango turned suddenly to stare at their grandfather as if for guidance then sat straight up and began slapping her hand meticulously and spewing out religious garble.
"I do so curse myself with such deceitful a name and hope to find favor with the Gods for my apologies. Tis' little of fault that one could avoid Satan's own, but I brandish thy self with marks of thy retribution. Accept all for not all lost. May heaven help and scratch such a fowl, no, burn, such a fowl name from thy accursed lips so that they may crack bleeding the righteous blood of a forgiven sinner. Bleed smoothly to sand the coarse sins thy has allowed to escape so healthy a passageway and make steady thy heart in order to help thee manage the soul." Sango mumbled to herself then continued to scratch and slap her hand staring only down at her feet. *okay so I may have over done it here, but can you see Sango doin' this..F-U-N-N- Y!!!*
"Are you mad, Sango?! What in Kami-sama is she doing Grandfather?" Kagome demanded trying to keep Sango's hands away from each other and firmly held.
"She's asking for forgiveness for a sin of her tongue. To speak that monstrosities name is above all a sin and a spiteful thing to do. His family and ours are not of accord. To say the least we have been at war with one another since almost before the feudal area. He is just a sinful, demonic poster boy who is just as treacherous as his ancestors." Grandpa explained placing a cold and weak hand upon Sango's and her own. 'Was that what this was about? Inuyasha.what'd his family do to be seen with such disgrace and cruelty by my family?' Kagome thought trying to take in this new found knowledge.
"It's not like he's completely to blame. Oh, Kagome, don't think him the only bad man out there. His family and ours just don't see eye to eye due to their.race, shall we say." Sango interrupted coming out of her stupor.
"Race?! Christ, Abraham, and Kami-sama! This is about the man's race?! You ill-mannered, unscrupulous, close-minded bunch of bigamist bastards, how could you?! Since when does race have anything to do with the measure of a man? Heaven help you all for thinking so stupidly on such a matter! I half expected a death between the family, but race? Who do you pricks think you are with your high and mighty manner of thought. Hell! May Kami-sama send all of you and your pretentious lot to HELL!" Kagome yelled causing all to gasp and stare in surprise.
"You misinterpret Sango's meaning of race. He's not HUMAN, dammit. He's one of those demons!" Grandpa yelled like a mad Scotsman over the rising tension and shock. (I just got done rereading a romance novel about and Englishwoman and a Scottish Lord and the Scottish lord's father swears up and down like some religious fanatic even though he's a fornicator. No offense intended to any one.)
'A demon? What the f-'
"Now we had nothing against demons until those.beasts began destroying our people and livelihoods hundreds of years ago. Now , by nature our family has been a graciously forgiving one always giving them an opportunity to befriend us. We always try to initiate some sort of peaceable agreement or friendship between our families but every time they make us look like idiots by tricking us and degrading our children and berating them. I've tried, but it seems they've hated us HUMANS for too long. It seems they've had some sorts of 'BAD' experiences with humans and take their hatred out on us even though these said 'BAD' experiences happened hundreds of years before our family met theirs. We find their presence unpleasing and they've only taught their kin to hate us even more than when this feud began!" Grandpa explained mustering all his strength not to strangle someone while saying these things.
"I'm a patient easy going gent who has been the fool in this little game one too many times before and I will not restrain my objection to their existence. All we want is peace, but each time we go about trying to get it they make us the fools and trample our kindness and we are forced to endear all. What should one do to such an unfriendly neighbor who despises one so? I never could hate the devils, but heaven help me should I get my hands on one of those bastards. It's their fault you father was killed and I-" Grandpa ranted then fell short taking in the stale air of the car and looking to a sunken Kagome. He'd revealed to much.
"Grand pa, hush!!!!" Sango commanded then turned to a stunned Kagome who held a quite stricken look.
"Oh, Kagome, I'm so sorry. It wasn't meant to be like this, honestly. Their family is just bitter. We never expected they'd find you or your father and when we discovered they had we were too late to stop it. We tried, we did, cousin. But our efforts have never matched theirs. Besides it wasn't them exactly." Sango explained trying to soothe Kagome and failing miserably.
"Exactly? How more exact can you get? They killed him! Why him? He'd never hurt a soul!!" Kagome whispered in rage.
"They have distant relatives much more intent on killing humans than they and when one wants to destroy such a strong family one tends to find their weaknesses. You were even more lucky to escape their notice. Your father was an good man though and didn't die in vain. He died protecting his family, the family he still believed in." Sango replied.
"Some family. You couldn't even protect him!" Kagome screamed tears leaking from her clouded eyes.
All fell silent and remained as such until they reached home where they all, excluding the driver, assisted Kagome into the house sulking to themselves. The day had been disastrous. First Kagome had realized she lived in the haunted mansion, had to attend private school, was too outlandish for her school's taste, had a brother who hated her, and, worst of all, her father's accident wasn't an accident. As is if all this wasn't enough to handle for one day upon arriving in the main personal living room, an off set of the foyer, but not the formal one, in strolled a woman Kagome dared not look to with any emotion. It was her mother.
The woman had brown eyes very much like her own with finely arched eyebrows, shorn brown hair that shimmered with cleanliness, a shapely body visible through her pastel colored cardigan and just bellow the knee wool skirt. Glittering jewels adorned her unworked hands, fingers, wrists, neck, and ears prettily and gave her that haughty aristocratic demeanor. The woman's face was painted beautifully with a genuine smile and attractive dimples, a well formed chin displaying her obvious upbringing.
This perfect woman was the very same woman she'd inherited her looks from, her thoughts from? It was seemingly impossible. The woman stood perfectly still as if trained to and clasped her hands together in warm welcome.
"Oh.Kagome. My little girl all grown up and .and polished over. You don't know how very much I wanted to see you all these years." The woman exclaimed between forced tears. 'She's so over dramatic. It's obvious she isn't really crying. Probably feels the awkwardness can be eased by her fake tears. Man, if you've seen it once you've seen it twice.' Kagome thought ruefully as the woman came towards her with outstretched arms welcoming her with a hug.
"Please, don't." Kagome stated flatly with emotionless eyes and an expressionless face. Her mother stopped mid stride shock and a glint of fear flashed across her flawless face.
"I'm afraid I haven't the stomach for what ever excuses you have to make for me. You may be my mother biologically, but mentally your just a person picking up on a charity case in me. Life's too short to waste on people like you, and heaven knows if I were able to turn back time I'd rewrite the part where my dad met you. I don't care if I'm not born just so long as I could save my dad so much heartache and his life. I can see from your astonished expression I'm surprising you with my detached and reserved persona, but rest assured this is no façade to cover up for the diminishing years we'll have to spend together because I intend to avoid every situation where I come face to face with you emotionally. You'll be happy to know your publicity stunt is here to stay, but I won't let the past get by so easily. Now good day and good night." Kagome exclaimed then walked past her appalled mother and two gapping relatives. Little did Kagome know a small paling boy stood beyond the corner of a nearby wall, eyes widening in utter shock and humiliation. He frowned in disgust at the emotional display his foolish mother had made over the lost little bastard daughter he was supposed to call 'sister'.
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Kagome stood in front of her grand balcony window eyes flooded with tears and a stinging pain in her already broken heart. So much had happened and now she'd pushed away the one woman she'd always dreamed of meeting. Why'd life have to be so complicating? The world was just complicated and her life a miniscule speck of that complication. But her hope for a better life would never deter. Kami-sama had already blessed her with a new family and once, not so long ago, she'd be blessed with a loving father who'd do anything to protect her.even if it meant his life.
"You didn't have to yell at her. It's not her fault, you know?" an impassive voice interrupted Kagome's concentrated train of thought.
Souta. The boy had become the fuel for Kagome's hatred from the beginning of her stay here and she wasn't in the mood to deal with the bratty know- it all.
"Why don't you go and try to get someone else's attention. Maybe you'll finally feel that warm feeling of meaning in the world everyone else does." Kagome stated flatly not turning herself toward the diminutive figure.
"Turn and say that to my face bitch! I am your superior in everyway and I expect respect for my mother and myself. How dare you make her cry. As if her tears for you all those years weren't enough, now you demand retribution for the father I never knew. HOW DARE YOU!!!!!" Souta screamed intent on breaking Kagome with his steely words.
"You don't scare me, Souta. I won't hate you with a passion just as you do me, but I will tell you this: I don't like you, not because I'm bitter towards OUR mother, but because you're a rotten little boy with no heart who begs for attention like a pathetic little neglected puppy. You can't break me with your harsh tones or demeaning assessments. You can rant and rave, but I'll never go away and if you can't share the lime light just step out of it because if by fault or purpose I was assured that light years before you were born." Kagome stated flatly still not turning to see Souta's expression and smirking to herself when she heard him slam the door on his way out.
'Wow! Did I just say that? When did I become so emotionless. Kami-sama please grant me the strength to do what I'm about to do.'
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"I know she's angry Papa, but I didn't want her to find out this way. She's been alone for so long without anyone except.except my husband. I just want her to understand, to know, Papa. I want her to see all the love I still have." Sakura protested as her father slumped into a leather chair in Sakura's extravagant office/library. It resembled an old English nobleman's office to the exact detail from the classic literary books to the paintings hanging perfectly on the wall.
A small knock forced the two saddened and dismayed adults to straighten in their chairs and push away any apprehensive feelings.
"Come in"
Kagome slowly entered the already overwrought atmosphere. Sakura stood abruptly as if a soldier respectfully standing for an officer. Grandpa just sat uneasily and stared with his fingers in steeple position, elbows resting on his knees.
"Look, I know I was harsh and astringent towards you, mother, but . I'm not gonna make excuses for you. I am hurting and I do miss my dad. You have no idea how much, or maybe you do 'cause, you see, I know it was hard for you to give up my dad. I'm just tryin' to say .I'm sorry.for everything." Kagome spat out then turned to her grandfather and added, "to you too, Grandpa. I yelled and I blamed you, but I didn't mean it and I realize every time I get mad I can't spout words I don't mean and expect tomorrow to be promised for me so I can apologize to you guys again. Please forgive my impudence."
"My dear, you speak so well and yet you're just as free as you father. I can't pull myself away from the thoughts of you growing up now, here, with me. It's painful, but I'll try if you do. It may be lame, but I've always loved you and your father despite what you may think." Sakura replied smiling and crying authentically.
"Yeah I do. Good night."
"Good night."
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"So, first day of school. How do ya feel?" Sango squeaked trying to contain her excitement at her cousin's first day.
"Hangin' in there and tryin' to drown you out, but with much difficulty I'm afraid." Kagome replied laughing openly at Sango's taken back look.
The two girls rounded a corner heading to class noticing a large group of kids huddled close by. Both frowned with curiosity and looked intently at the group unnoticed.
"Wonder what's going on." Sango voiced out loud, both girls neglecting to look at the path ahead of them and not noticing the two objects right in front of them. Suddenly both girls slammed into the huge walls of hardness in front of them and collapsed into a dazed heap on the floor.
Kagome slowly lifted her self onto bruised elbows after seeing spinning images and a strange flashback of an Alka Seltzer Plus commercial. Looking to her left she saw Sango in a twirly eyed daze , butt in the air and head still firmly on the ground with her tongue half way out of her mouth, anguish and surprise painted on her face and mumbling incoherent things about cheese and how many cups it takes to get to the moon.
Kagome sighed then clutched her forehead in pain as she quickly lifted herself to her knees, eyes finally focused but remaining on the cold marble floor. Agony traveled through her body like lightning and made her stiffen in defense.
"Your books, you dropped your books." An impassive voice stated from in front of Kagome, apparently the object she'd run into.
Kagome whipped her head up quickly and stumbled back onto her butt upon the eyes she was forced to drown in. They were amber accented by their owner's elusive silvery white hair. It was him, it was.INUYASHA!
*_*: DUN DUN DUN. And so the plot thickens. Read more to find out what crazed and stupid thing I write next causing utter chaos UTTER CHAOS (laughs evilly). He he he. Someday I will have medicine for this, as my mom says, "little condition". Please review because I get depressed when you don't cuz I have no life. I sound desperate. Any ways please review. I'll even let you make suggestions or sexual innuendos..okay maybe not sexual innuendos (bad experience with that.PSYCH. You all have dirty minds). Well gotta bounce so bye bye!!!!!!!
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"So how'd you like it?" Sango inquired as they reached the car. Kagome had remained silent the rest of the time. Taking in what the secretary was saying and still pondering why the boy with the white hair had stared at her like that. She'd liked the classes even though every kid was a bit snobbish with the exception of a few. They were pretty average kids, the lot of them, except they got way huger allowances, wore expensive clothes, and drove expensive cars -_-.
Just by looking around she could tell who the snobbish kids were and who the nice kids were. There were also those kids right in the middle of being nice and still being rich with a smooth persona (i.e. Sango. These kids are the kind of rich people who don't take crap as opposed to the nice rich kids who are scardy cats or just too nice and can't handle themselves). In a few classes she noticed some very preppy cheerleader types with the perfect smiles and perfect hair. She'd laughed to herself thinking about all the times she'd been on the cheerleading squad. 'Not this year' Kagome thought to herself.
"I guess I liked it, with the exception of Mr. Morris. He came on a little strong. I think he likes flirting with all the students." Kagome replied slightly smiling.
"Yeah, but what can you do. His brain is addled from all that chemistry." Sango joked.
"Hey, Sango, who were those two boys in the English class that kept looking at you?" Kagome asked as the car started and they were on their way. She'd noticed the way the boy with the dark hair had glared and then smirked ever so slightly when Sango had noticed him. He obviously liked her. Or they were close friends. But the other boy seemed so mad every time he looked their way. , almost as though he sought vengeance. Why was he so angry?
"Oh, well the one with dark brown hair was Miroku. He's one of those go- getter-gotta-play-on-the-team-for-school kinds of guys. Ignore him. He's what one calls a.," Sango paused as if to think of a blunt word to describe the overly haughty boy then finished with a "PERVERT HENTAI!!!"
"Please do steer clear!!! Miroku's family is credible, but the boy is vicious in his dealings with women. Heard so many stories 'bout that kid and all those rich whores you guys call classmates runnin' around and doin' all sorts o' nasty things. Makes one wonder what really goes on at school, don't it?!" Their grandfather cracked from the front of the car causing the driver and Kagome to laugh.
"But who's the other one? The one with the white hair?" Kagome cut into the laughter after regaining her composure. She realized one mustn't laugh to a great extent for fear of wielding to one's enemy, the enemy being her new family who'd disregarded her for several, or most of, her better years.
Sango stared into the windshield thoughtlessly seeming to hide a distraught look of pure angst. Was the gravity of her simple question that effectual? Grandpa sighed to himself and shifted uncomfortably at the tenseness in the air, all the while Kagome stared back and forth at the two usually gregarious people in front of her. The only noise was the sound of the engine humming smoothly and a now and then cough from the nervous driver. Long silences made Kagome uncomfortable and this one was of no exemption.
"Well, don't all speak at once!" Kagome fumed sarcastically slumping back into her comfortable seat and placing her arms akimbo.
"You all are really making me mad. It can't be that hard to speak about a boy. Is he some sort of treacherous leech?" Kagome yelled into the deafening silence once more then suggested," Or perhaps he's a horned king with magical powers of persuasion and will kill you if you dare speak a word of defiance! My goodness, he certainly can't be that bad, can he?"
Grandpa raised a hand to silence the seething youngster from continuing with her degrading assessment of their emotionally pregnant silence.
"Tis' far better not to speak of such a foul boy. One should curse the day his family stepped onto this Earth or scorch the land from whence they came." Grandpa finally whispered head bent ever so crookedly as if assessing what had just passed through his lips and flinching from the sting of falsehood within the depths of him.
"His name."Sango hesitated, "His name is Inuyasha." Sango turned suddenly to stare at their grandfather as if for guidance then sat straight up and began slapping her hand meticulously and spewing out religious garble.
"I do so curse myself with such deceitful a name and hope to find favor with the Gods for my apologies. Tis' little of fault that one could avoid Satan's own, but I brandish thy self with marks of thy retribution. Accept all for not all lost. May heaven help and scratch such a fowl, no, burn, such a fowl name from thy accursed lips so that they may crack bleeding the righteous blood of a forgiven sinner. Bleed smoothly to sand the coarse sins thy has allowed to escape so healthy a passageway and make steady thy heart in order to help thee manage the soul." Sango mumbled to herself then continued to scratch and slap her hand staring only down at her feet. *okay so I may have over done it here, but can you see Sango doin' this..F-U-N-N- Y!!!*
"Are you mad, Sango?! What in Kami-sama is she doing Grandfather?" Kagome demanded trying to keep Sango's hands away from each other and firmly held.
"She's asking for forgiveness for a sin of her tongue. To speak that monstrosities name is above all a sin and a spiteful thing to do. His family and ours are not of accord. To say the least we have been at war with one another since almost before the feudal area. He is just a sinful, demonic poster boy who is just as treacherous as his ancestors." Grandpa explained placing a cold and weak hand upon Sango's and her own. 'Was that what this was about? Inuyasha.what'd his family do to be seen with such disgrace and cruelty by my family?' Kagome thought trying to take in this new found knowledge.
"It's not like he's completely to blame. Oh, Kagome, don't think him the only bad man out there. His family and ours just don't see eye to eye due to their.race, shall we say." Sango interrupted coming out of her stupor.
"Race?! Christ, Abraham, and Kami-sama! This is about the man's race?! You ill-mannered, unscrupulous, close-minded bunch of bigamist bastards, how could you?! Since when does race have anything to do with the measure of a man? Heaven help you all for thinking so stupidly on such a matter! I half expected a death between the family, but race? Who do you pricks think you are with your high and mighty manner of thought. Hell! May Kami-sama send all of you and your pretentious lot to HELL!" Kagome yelled causing all to gasp and stare in surprise.
"You misinterpret Sango's meaning of race. He's not HUMAN, dammit. He's one of those demons!" Grandpa yelled like a mad Scotsman over the rising tension and shock. (I just got done rereading a romance novel about and Englishwoman and a Scottish Lord and the Scottish lord's father swears up and down like some religious fanatic even though he's a fornicator. No offense intended to any one.)
'A demon? What the f-'
"Now we had nothing against demons until those.beasts began destroying our people and livelihoods hundreds of years ago. Now , by nature our family has been a graciously forgiving one always giving them an opportunity to befriend us. We always try to initiate some sort of peaceable agreement or friendship between our families but every time they make us look like idiots by tricking us and degrading our children and berating them. I've tried, but it seems they've hated us HUMANS for too long. It seems they've had some sorts of 'BAD' experiences with humans and take their hatred out on us even though these said 'BAD' experiences happened hundreds of years before our family met theirs. We find their presence unpleasing and they've only taught their kin to hate us even more than when this feud began!" Grandpa explained mustering all his strength not to strangle someone while saying these things.
"I'm a patient easy going gent who has been the fool in this little game one too many times before and I will not restrain my objection to their existence. All we want is peace, but each time we go about trying to get it they make us the fools and trample our kindness and we are forced to endear all. What should one do to such an unfriendly neighbor who despises one so? I never could hate the devils, but heaven help me should I get my hands on one of those bastards. It's their fault you father was killed and I-" Grandpa ranted then fell short taking in the stale air of the car and looking to a sunken Kagome. He'd revealed to much.
"Grand pa, hush!!!!" Sango commanded then turned to a stunned Kagome who held a quite stricken look.
"Oh, Kagome, I'm so sorry. It wasn't meant to be like this, honestly. Their family is just bitter. We never expected they'd find you or your father and when we discovered they had we were too late to stop it. We tried, we did, cousin. But our efforts have never matched theirs. Besides it wasn't them exactly." Sango explained trying to soothe Kagome and failing miserably.
"Exactly? How more exact can you get? They killed him! Why him? He'd never hurt a soul!!" Kagome whispered in rage.
"They have distant relatives much more intent on killing humans than they and when one wants to destroy such a strong family one tends to find their weaknesses. You were even more lucky to escape their notice. Your father was an good man though and didn't die in vain. He died protecting his family, the family he still believed in." Sango replied.
"Some family. You couldn't even protect him!" Kagome screamed tears leaking from her clouded eyes.
All fell silent and remained as such until they reached home where they all, excluding the driver, assisted Kagome into the house sulking to themselves. The day had been disastrous. First Kagome had realized she lived in the haunted mansion, had to attend private school, was too outlandish for her school's taste, had a brother who hated her, and, worst of all, her father's accident wasn't an accident. As is if all this wasn't enough to handle for one day upon arriving in the main personal living room, an off set of the foyer, but not the formal one, in strolled a woman Kagome dared not look to with any emotion. It was her mother.
The woman had brown eyes very much like her own with finely arched eyebrows, shorn brown hair that shimmered with cleanliness, a shapely body visible through her pastel colored cardigan and just bellow the knee wool skirt. Glittering jewels adorned her unworked hands, fingers, wrists, neck, and ears prettily and gave her that haughty aristocratic demeanor. The woman's face was painted beautifully with a genuine smile and attractive dimples, a well formed chin displaying her obvious upbringing.
This perfect woman was the very same woman she'd inherited her looks from, her thoughts from? It was seemingly impossible. The woman stood perfectly still as if trained to and clasped her hands together in warm welcome.
"Oh.Kagome. My little girl all grown up and .and polished over. You don't know how very much I wanted to see you all these years." The woman exclaimed between forced tears. 'She's so over dramatic. It's obvious she isn't really crying. Probably feels the awkwardness can be eased by her fake tears. Man, if you've seen it once you've seen it twice.' Kagome thought ruefully as the woman came towards her with outstretched arms welcoming her with a hug.
"Please, don't." Kagome stated flatly with emotionless eyes and an expressionless face. Her mother stopped mid stride shock and a glint of fear flashed across her flawless face.
"I'm afraid I haven't the stomach for what ever excuses you have to make for me. You may be my mother biologically, but mentally your just a person picking up on a charity case in me. Life's too short to waste on people like you, and heaven knows if I were able to turn back time I'd rewrite the part where my dad met you. I don't care if I'm not born just so long as I could save my dad so much heartache and his life. I can see from your astonished expression I'm surprising you with my detached and reserved persona, but rest assured this is no façade to cover up for the diminishing years we'll have to spend together because I intend to avoid every situation where I come face to face with you emotionally. You'll be happy to know your publicity stunt is here to stay, but I won't let the past get by so easily. Now good day and good night." Kagome exclaimed then walked past her appalled mother and two gapping relatives. Little did Kagome know a small paling boy stood beyond the corner of a nearby wall, eyes widening in utter shock and humiliation. He frowned in disgust at the emotional display his foolish mother had made over the lost little bastard daughter he was supposed to call 'sister'.
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Kagome stood in front of her grand balcony window eyes flooded with tears and a stinging pain in her already broken heart. So much had happened and now she'd pushed away the one woman she'd always dreamed of meeting. Why'd life have to be so complicating? The world was just complicated and her life a miniscule speck of that complication. But her hope for a better life would never deter. Kami-sama had already blessed her with a new family and once, not so long ago, she'd be blessed with a loving father who'd do anything to protect her.even if it meant his life.
"You didn't have to yell at her. It's not her fault, you know?" an impassive voice interrupted Kagome's concentrated train of thought.
Souta. The boy had become the fuel for Kagome's hatred from the beginning of her stay here and she wasn't in the mood to deal with the bratty know- it all.
"Why don't you go and try to get someone else's attention. Maybe you'll finally feel that warm feeling of meaning in the world everyone else does." Kagome stated flatly not turning herself toward the diminutive figure.
"Turn and say that to my face bitch! I am your superior in everyway and I expect respect for my mother and myself. How dare you make her cry. As if her tears for you all those years weren't enough, now you demand retribution for the father I never knew. HOW DARE YOU!!!!!" Souta screamed intent on breaking Kagome with his steely words.
"You don't scare me, Souta. I won't hate you with a passion just as you do me, but I will tell you this: I don't like you, not because I'm bitter towards OUR mother, but because you're a rotten little boy with no heart who begs for attention like a pathetic little neglected puppy. You can't break me with your harsh tones or demeaning assessments. You can rant and rave, but I'll never go away and if you can't share the lime light just step out of it because if by fault or purpose I was assured that light years before you were born." Kagome stated flatly still not turning to see Souta's expression and smirking to herself when she heard him slam the door on his way out.
'Wow! Did I just say that? When did I become so emotionless. Kami-sama please grant me the strength to do what I'm about to do.'
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"I know she's angry Papa, but I didn't want her to find out this way. She's been alone for so long without anyone except.except my husband. I just want her to understand, to know, Papa. I want her to see all the love I still have." Sakura protested as her father slumped into a leather chair in Sakura's extravagant office/library. It resembled an old English nobleman's office to the exact detail from the classic literary books to the paintings hanging perfectly on the wall.
A small knock forced the two saddened and dismayed adults to straighten in their chairs and push away any apprehensive feelings.
"Come in"
Kagome slowly entered the already overwrought atmosphere. Sakura stood abruptly as if a soldier respectfully standing for an officer. Grandpa just sat uneasily and stared with his fingers in steeple position, elbows resting on his knees.
"Look, I know I was harsh and astringent towards you, mother, but . I'm not gonna make excuses for you. I am hurting and I do miss my dad. You have no idea how much, or maybe you do 'cause, you see, I know it was hard for you to give up my dad. I'm just tryin' to say .I'm sorry.for everything." Kagome spat out then turned to her grandfather and added, "to you too, Grandpa. I yelled and I blamed you, but I didn't mean it and I realize every time I get mad I can't spout words I don't mean and expect tomorrow to be promised for me so I can apologize to you guys again. Please forgive my impudence."
"My dear, you speak so well and yet you're just as free as you father. I can't pull myself away from the thoughts of you growing up now, here, with me. It's painful, but I'll try if you do. It may be lame, but I've always loved you and your father despite what you may think." Sakura replied smiling and crying authentically.
"Yeah I do. Good night."
"Good night."
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"So, first day of school. How do ya feel?" Sango squeaked trying to contain her excitement at her cousin's first day.
"Hangin' in there and tryin' to drown you out, but with much difficulty I'm afraid." Kagome replied laughing openly at Sango's taken back look.
The two girls rounded a corner heading to class noticing a large group of kids huddled close by. Both frowned with curiosity and looked intently at the group unnoticed.
"Wonder what's going on." Sango voiced out loud, both girls neglecting to look at the path ahead of them and not noticing the two objects right in front of them. Suddenly both girls slammed into the huge walls of hardness in front of them and collapsed into a dazed heap on the floor.
Kagome slowly lifted her self onto bruised elbows after seeing spinning images and a strange flashback of an Alka Seltzer Plus commercial. Looking to her left she saw Sango in a twirly eyed daze , butt in the air and head still firmly on the ground with her tongue half way out of her mouth, anguish and surprise painted on her face and mumbling incoherent things about cheese and how many cups it takes to get to the moon.
Kagome sighed then clutched her forehead in pain as she quickly lifted herself to her knees, eyes finally focused but remaining on the cold marble floor. Agony traveled through her body like lightning and made her stiffen in defense.
"Your books, you dropped your books." An impassive voice stated from in front of Kagome, apparently the object she'd run into.
Kagome whipped her head up quickly and stumbled back onto her butt upon the eyes she was forced to drown in. They were amber accented by their owner's elusive silvery white hair. It was him, it was.INUYASHA!
*_*: DUN DUN DUN. And so the plot thickens. Read more to find out what crazed and stupid thing I write next causing utter chaos UTTER CHAOS (laughs evilly). He he he. Someday I will have medicine for this, as my mom says, "little condition". Please review because I get depressed when you don't cuz I have no life. I sound desperate. Any ways please review. I'll even let you make suggestions or sexual innuendos..okay maybe not sexual innuendos (bad experience with that.PSYCH. You all have dirty minds). Well gotta bounce so bye bye!!!!!!!