Title: I can see that you can't
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Authoress: Moi, chat-chan
Summary: The fairy tales in books are what we read to children before they go to sleep. But living in one is a completely different story, and once the book is shut, nothing is a wonderful as it seems to be. Main couples: Inu/Kag Mir/San and Sessh/Rin
Disclaimer: We don't even need this, but they are always fun to write. Bob and I have finally kidnapped Inuyasha and co, and stuffed them under my bed. But you didn't read any of this
Let the story begin!
"Hold your breath, and count to three, everything will be alright when you're with me."
I heard the ringing coming from the clock tower down yonder by the castle, and I knew it was time to rise. Shakily, I stood up, grabbed my staff and walked into the kitchen. Cautiously, I felt around in the pitch-black darkness, making sure I would not bump into anything. I started up the fire and began cooking breakfast.
An hour later, the food was steaming hot, and I placed it out on the table with as much caution as I could muster. That's when I heard it. The horrid, scream, from above.
"KAAAGOOOMEEE!" I sighed. I always wondered if she got tired of screaming so loud every morning.
"I'm coming Urasue!" I yelled back. I grabbed my staff and climbed up the numerous steps. Sometimes life could be so dull. I walked down the long hall, keeping my steady pace until I reached the final door. My knuckles reached out and rapped softly on the wood, and then I heard a grumble on the other side, which I presumed meant, "Come in." Gently, I opened the door.
"Kagome, go wake up Tsubaki and Kikyo, and tell them I wish there presence," her voice moaned out. With a sigh, I nodded my head, and left the room. I counted my steps, one…two…three... When I reached ten, I turned to my right, and knocked on the door. A melodious voice answered out.
"Yes?" Kikyo had always been a morning person, and at times I even wondered if she was truly her mother's daughter.
"Urasue wishes your presence in her room," I called out. These doors must be thin, I mused. We were able to communicate clearly to one another with a chunk of wood in the way. When I heard rustling coming from the other side, I knew she had heard me, and walked down to Tsubaki's room. Tsubaki wasn't as easy as Kikyo. I still remember that one time I had to drag her by her feet to get her out of bed. Ah, fun times.
I knocked loudly on the door. I waited a couple minutes, before assuring myself she hadn't heard me. I knocked louder and continuously until I heard a loud, "GO AWAY!" I stifled a laugh.
"Tsubaki," I chocked out. "Your mother wishes your presence in her room." A little later, the door swung open, and Tsubaki let out a disgruntled sigh and walked to her mother's room. I followed her with a smirk on my face. Tsubaki and her mother both never liked getting out of bed early, for anything. Well, ok, maybe the prince, but he wouldn't just waltz in to wake us up early in the morning.
We entered the massive room that belonged to Urasue, and I stayed in the back as Tsubaki sat down her mother's bed.
"It's good that you joined us Tsubaki," Kikyo said pleasantly, though I could hear the mischievous taunting in her voice. "I was wondering if you'd ever show up."
"Shut it Kikyo," Tsubaki yawned out. Wait a minute…I could have just sworn I heard music playing!
"This isn't the time for arguing," Urasue cut in. "I've heard a rumor that the prince has to marry soon. Seeing as I have two beautiful daughters, we need to go to town and buy you dresses so that for his annual birthday ball, and you may be the stars of the show." Aha! So the prince was involved with the awakening of my god-forsaken stepmother! Wait, is that him now? A sudden desire to yell out, "Look, the prince is waltzing in the hall!" but I thought better of it. Suddenly I felt sick. Any man who wanted to marry Kikyo or Tsubaki had issues beyond belief. I'm sure there had to be better people out there for him. Sure, I've heard that they were, quote, "blossoms of beauty," several times, but we all know that they both are little devils dressed up as gorgeous girls waiting to devour our souls.
"Kagome," Urasue snapped. "Go make breakfast, and be quick."
"But Urasue…"
"Oh INUYAAAAAAASHA!" Miroku sang out as he leaped into Inuyasha's enormous room. "WAKEY WAKEY!" Inuyasha turned over, and Miroku smiled with pride.
"I've finally waken Inuyasha up without having to throw him from his bed!" Miroku thought triumphantly. Tears of pride rolled down his face. Suddenly a loud snore erupted from Inuyasha, leaving poor Miroku in a cloud of disappointment.
BOOM! THWAP! CRASH!
"Ugh Miroku, what the fuck do you want?" Inuyasha growled.
"Now, now, Inuyasha, such language is not appropriate for a prince of your standards," Miroku said teasingly. "But your brother wishes your presence in his office." Inuyasha dragged himself from his bed, and walked down to his brother's office, at the pace of a snail. Sesshomaru lifted his head as him office doors banged open.
"What the hell did you call me for," Inuyasha yawned out.
"Your engagement moron," Sesshomaru said nonchalantly. Inuyasha jolted awake. "Don't tell me you have forgotten. Well, not that I'd expect a mind as simple as yours to keep up with the rest of the world." Inuyasha let out a displeased grunt.
"You are to be come of age, and married in two months. You need a fiancée. Soon. And for god's sakes, Inuyasha, close your mouth." Inuyasha's jaw had indeed dropped considerably, and he shut it immediately.
"Ma-ma-married?" Inuyasha certainly did not want to be married! "I'm young! I have a life to live! I don't need some snippy women to tell me what to do! Besides! I have women to please!" Sesshomaru rolled his eyes. "Well fine, Mr. Perfect!" Inuyasha spat. "Why don't you get married!"
"Inuyasha," Sesshomaru said in a calm, stoic voice. "Dad was a farmer. He married my mother. I was produced. Then she died. He found your mother, the princess, fell in love-"
"Your point?" Inuyasha interrupted impatiently. A sly smirk crossed on the older man's face.
" Well Inuyasha, when a man and a women really love each other-"
"Stuff it, Sessh."
"Oh, is your temper going to bless us with its presence?" The warning look on Inuyasha's face made Sesshomaru hastily continue. "Anyways, my point is that you are the heir to the land, not I. In order for you to rule, you need to have a wife by you're eighteenth birthday, which is in two months. If not, the land will go on to the ownership of our dear cousin, Ayame."
"Ah, what the hell. Let Ayame take over," Inuyasha said grumpily. He looked at Sesshomaru who was observing his nails nonchalantly.
"Well, Ayame quite fancies that duke…what's his name? Ah yes, Koga. If they were to marry…" Inuyasha's eyes widened in realization. His archenemy, Koga would become king. The king to be slammed his fists on the table.
"So…where am I going to get myself a bride?"
"Kagome," Urasue snapped. "Go make breakfast, and be quick."
"But Urasue…" I said. "I've already made it!"
"Are you giving me sass, girl?" She spat at me. I really felt like yelling at her, but I knew the consequences.
"No ma'am," I said quietly, bending my head down. I gripped my cane tightly, trying to relieve some stress.
"That's what I thought," Tsubaki said in a snotty voice. "You should never treat your elders that way, especially not your mother!"
"She's not my mother," I said, narrowing my eyes. The tension in the room increased, and I did not dare open my mouth.
"You will not treat your sister that way, either," Urasue said in a cold voice, each word hitting me like needles.
"Neither she, you, or Kikyo, are family," I grounded out quietly. "You are nothing but witches out to ruin my life." Oh crap. I had let the words leak from my lips, and now they were in the open. Suddenly, my staff was yanked out of my hands, and I heard the wood crack in two.
M-m-my…staff. The staff my mother had given to me before she had departed. I felt the tears stream down my face on their own accord. Running out of the room, down the stairs, I dashed out of the doorway into the fresh air. I kept running down the slopes of the mud street until I heard the chattering of the town begin to rise.
I had to run away from that horrid place. Even though it belonged to my mother and father, well, they had passed away. The only possession I truly cared about was the walking stick, but now it was broken in two.
Those cruel people couldn't rule my life forever! I don't understand how I could have let them do it this far. Out of the blue, I lost my balanced on a rock and fell to the ground. I didn't fall without a fight though. Flailing my arms around like a chicken was the only thing I could do before I came crashing down into a pile of mud.
Ah yes. How could I forget? They rule my life because I'm not of age (and/or I haven't gotten married) AND I can't see the things that come my way.
Literally.
After note: Er, yes I know, I'm not blind, but I tried to describe it to the best of my ability. Please bear with this, and any other spelling errors you should come across. I will update in about 1-2 weeks if possible, unless I give further notice. Please read, and I'd love some reviews (3 would be nice, 5 would make my day). Of course I'd update sooner if I had some cough motivation. I know I'm a horrid writer, but I love to write, so alas, you all must be tortured. Love to my readers!