InuYasha spent the next four years of his life in prison, no one had bothered to bail him out, or for all he knew, no one even cared enough to try to tell the cops the truth about what happened, because he knew that by now, Sesshomaru would know the full story. InuYasha sat miserably on the cold, dirt floor and drew in the ground horrible pictures of Sesshomaryu's death, as bloody and violent looking as he could imagine.

He hated Seseshomaru. He couldn't believe that he had ever started to accept him as his brother again, I meen he didn't exactly try to get him out of the asylum either, until 7 years later. No. He has left him there to suffer just as he had left him in this dirt hole to suffer. Again he tried to grow otu his nails enough to make a sharp slit in his rist, he had almost accomplished this much before the gaurd entered his part of the prison to bring the food.

"Hey kid" the gaurd called to InuYasha. "My names InuYasha. Get used to it" he answered back bitterly. He hated how the gaurd always called him kid, after all he was 14 years old. A teenager, not a kid. "I brought news but now I don't think I should tell ya" the gaurd said, playing with his head a little and beginning to walk away, waiting for the usual cry. "Wait! Tell me what you came to tell me and then leave" InuYasha said, sounding a bit desperate.

"Well then since ya wanna know so bad, they says they's gonna letcha outa here next week. How's that float ya boat?" the gaurd asked him, already knowing the answer. "YES" InuYasha yelled, punching the air with his fist. This was the moment he had been waiting for since he was ten years old, taken here for the crime he hadn't committed.

"Here's ya food then" the gaurd told him, placing the food in between the prison bars and setting them on the ground in front of his feet. "Enjoy" and then he walked away to bring food to the rest of the prisoners.

This was the best news InuYasha had heard since he had been falsley informed that he was going to Sesshomaru's wedding. He ate his food in a hurry and then went to sleep. The week seemed to go by slowly, and this frustrated the hanyou more then ever. Several times he thought about packing his belongings but then remembered about that time abotu a year ago when they had taken all of his things away, thinking that he did not deserve the pleasure of childhood toys or action figures.

Finally the seven days was up and he was allowed out. It felt so good to feel the air hit his face for the first time in two years, other then in between the bars in his prison cell. He walked to the corner of the street and then a new thought entered his mind that wasn't the freedom of the sight of light, he had no home. Nowhere to go. He was on the streets. It was either this or prison though, and he wasn't ready to go back there so he went to the only place he could think of, 395 Yukari Drive, Sesshomaru's house, if he hadn't moved after the wedding. He remembered him giving him his adress incase he couldn't pick him up on the night of the wedding. Funny the things you can remember and the things you can't.

He walked for what seemed like hours but he didn't care, he hadn't been able to stretch his legs this much in prison and he thought that he might be able to get used to living on the streets, then he remembered where he was going and canceled out the thought of scaring people into dropping their wallets for the money and buying himself a house.

Looking around, he noticed that he had arrived at the right house and was about to knock on the door when a totally new thought entered his head. What if Sesshomaru didn't want him around? What if he didn't find out what had actually happened and that was why he had never come to bail him out?

InuYasha considered these and went with his second thoughts. He wasn't going to take the chance of being denied a roof over his head, he wouldn't be able to handle seeing how warm and cozy it was in there and then being denied the shelter. He walked the streets for 7 days and 7 nights wondering where he could possibly go, sleeping in the tube slide at the playground and soon figured out that he wasn't the only one there. There were other homeless people living there too, but they apeared to be much older then he was.

The eighth day of walking, a car stopped beside him and a man in a leather jacket rolled down the window to talk to him. "Hey kid" he said. As much as he hated being called 'kid' he answered. "Yah? Whudda ya want?" InuYasha asked, slurring his words a bit because he hadn't eaten for a week. He supposed his demon blood kept him alive without the food. "What are ya still doin out here? I seen ya every day walkin these streets and I saw ya at the playground last night! What's your number? I'm callin your parents, they'll be glad to know I've found their kid" the guy said, pulling out his cell phone and thinking about the money that he would be rewarded by bringing the kid to his parents, but his bubble was burst when he heard the repsonse.

"I don't have parents or a home so it's no use calling anywhere" InuYasha said to him, a little more gloomily then he usually would have said, remembering that he was alone in the world for the hundreth time that day. "Oh...well how old are ya?" the man asked him, knowing he couldn't just leave him on the streets or his concious would eat him alive. "I'm 14" InuYasha answered him, looking him in the eye, hinting that he was growing suspicious. "Young 'un then. How would ya like to come home with me?" the man asked him. "You serious?" InuYasha asked, wondering if this was just another prank. He had had many of these pranks pulled on him in the last several days.

"Ya, course I meen it, hop in the back seat" the man said, pointing his thumb in back of him, showing him the seats in the back. InuYasha all too gladly opened the car door and sat in the back seat, noticing how comfortable the seats were compared to anything he had felt for a long time. He was swelling with overwhelming happiness, knowing that he was going to be brought to a home, his home, to live. He raised a torn up sleeve and wiped his eye so that tears of happiness wouldn't fall. In his mind he pictured his future self wearing nice clothes, clothes that other kids were wearing and not torn up shirts and ripped jeans, both covered with mud and dirt. He pictured himself being loved for the first time in his life, by a happy couple, and getting tucked into bed by the loving mother that he had never had, at least not for years.

"So kid, ya wanna tell me a little bout yourself. Like your name and why you've been on the streets for a start" the man asked. "My name's InuYasha." he said. "InuYasha, interesting. So why you been on the streets?" the man asked him again. "My mother and father died when I was five years old and I spent mos of my life in an asylum. For the past four years I lived in the prison, and then I was released and had nowhere to go." InuYasha said, as if remembering for the first time. "Why were you in the prison?" the guy asked, wondering if it was such a good idea for him to be coming into his house after all.

Suddenly flashes of Mr. Toyokotsu came into his mind and the hurt returned to him. He flinched and answred "I'd rather not talk about that thanks" "OK" the man said. "I'm Mike by the way, and we're here" Mike jumped out the car door and rushed to open InuYasha's door for him. He lead him to the door and then called "Martha! C'mon down here!". Martha came running down the stairs in a long dress that InuYasha supposed was her night gown and curlers in her hair. "Yes Mike?" she asked, taking notice of InuYasha. "This is InuYasha" Mike said, taking InuYasha by the shoulders in a fatherly way. "I found him on the streets, got no parents and nowhere to go. Reckoned I shoulda brought him home" Mike told his wife. "Yes! Yes! Do come in and sit down dear. Would you like something to eat?" she asked him, taking him to a coushony chair for him to seat himself in. InuYasha nodded and quickly had a hot bowl of ramen placed in front of him which he quickly devoured.

"Well it's late. You should get to bed. I'll take you to the guest room" she said, leading him down the hall. Once they got into the room she placed him some large pj's. "These are some of Mike's old pajama's. Put them on and just give me a shout when you're all ready for bed, Ok?" she asked him, kindly. "Yes, thank you for everything" InuYasha told her, very much greatfully. Martha left the room and let InuYasha put his pajama's on, and walked downstairs to where Mike sat on the couch watching tv. "So what about this InuYasha boy?" Martha asked curiously. "Well he says he lost his parents when he was 3, he's 14 years old, spent most of his life in an asylum and then was sent to prison and lived there for four years then was sent to live on the streets for a while" Mike said. "Why was he sent to prison?" Martha asked, not seeming to be the least bit as much nervous as Mike was when he had first heard this news.

"He won't say" Mike said. "The poor dear" Martha said, sympathetically. She heard a faint yell of "Martha" and walked upstairs to see InuYasha to bed. She walked over to the bed, seeing InuYasha was standing beside it, not daring to get under the covers because he was so afraid of doing something wrong. "Get under the covers dear" Martha said to him kindy, walking over to the bed and kissing him goodnight after he had covered himself with the blankets.

InuYasha stayed up late that night just thinking about how he had finally found somewhere to live, somewhere where he could be loved. He hadn't felt this happy since that day four years ago when he had met that little girl...what was her name? Kagamy? No...that wasn't it. Well it didn't matter right now anyway, he was happy and that's all that mattered, he had a home with people who loved him...or atleast, he thought they loved him...

That's chapter five! Hope ya liked it! MORE TO COME! Review people!