Author note: I don't own Inuyasha…but I own the plot D This is my first fanfiction so some advice and all around comments would be very appreciated. If I've got spelling or grammar errors please let me know so I can fix it up. Thanks and enjoy!
"Sango dear, there's a package for you" The elder woman called through her apartment door. A young woman glances over and gives a nod of thanks to her long time neighbor as she makes her way to her apartment at the end of the lowly lit hallway. The said package sat on a worn welcome mat. Scooping the box up and resting it on her hip she jingles her keys and unlocks the door.
"Ah, home sweet home" she murmurs, tossing keys in a catch all bowl. Her heels click as she makes her way into the kitchen to put down the package. Not being one to rush she casts a cursory glance at the beeping answering machine and the brown box on the wooden table. With a mental promise to do both things later she goes about her normal after work routine; shower, watching the news, and of course a girls got to eat. After a nice dinner of pasta, she decides to get back to the box and her answering machine. The brown box was right in front of her so she decided that the answering machine could wait a few minutes.
"Strange there's no return address…" She shrugs off the bad feeling and slowly peels the tape off the box. The now opened box reveals another box, this one is different from the outside. It's a white freezer box (the one you use to ship food). She rolls her eyes and finds a knife to open the box…Her chocolate eyes watch in horror as tow eyes of the same hue stare back at her. For a moment she is dumbstruck as she stares down at her father's severed head. His hair was moist with inky blood, which had oozed down the sides of his head and mingled with the blood where his neck should've been. The blood had long since frozen, but it was obvious what it was.
The next moment she has no idea what's going on; only that the box's contents are proof of what she's feared for days. The phone rings and the caller has no idea that they've just broken the young woman out of her trance. She screams and runs for the door, to escape those beloved eyes. She has a passing thought about not looking into the mirror for a long time.