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' These mean falshbacks' There will be bad words here, you are warned. This is now told from Cole's POV

And Cole is 17 here.

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While I look around here, I wonder how I got here? Why I can't just go home? How these became the people in my life? That what I think about when I sit here. This isn't what tv promised, this isn't my dream life, I never wanted to end up here, but I did. They don't tell you about this life anywhere, not when you visit the doctor, or when you go to school and write " What I want to be when I grow up" essays. I never said I wanted to be homeless, I never wanted to end up like this. But we don't always get what we ask for.

When I here, it's like Cole was never real. The life I once had was a dream that I had out here. Here I am Chan (A/N Chan is what everyone calls her here). I hate it here. We have to huddle together in the winter with people that we don't know, just to keep warm. The house that I stay in is all I have left. I still have the pictures of my family but it doesn't make up for the real thing, the thing that I will never get. But no one knows that. Rule #1 out here on the streets, don't tell your story, because no one wants to hear another sad tale. But I do, so I could feel sorry for someone else, not just me.

I love dawn. The sky is gray, waiting to be painted with the colors of the sun. The city is mine then. It's mine because everyone else is sleeping. It's hard for me to notice how cold it is when it's this pretty outside. Today, I made Jef come out with me. Sure, he complained. He didn't want to come, didn't want to wake up like most people here. " Please." is all I have to say to make him come. He likes me, sees me as his little sister. To me he's like another Sesshomaru, always watching out for me. It's nice to still feel a little home.

Jef is grumpy today. He doesn't see things the way I do. He's also kind of pissed that I woke him up, but if I stay happy, he'll come around. " Chan, why do you always drag me here? I hate fucking Tompkins Square!" Jef asked as he rubs his hand together for warmth. " Because, it's beautiful here!" I tell him, with a smile as big as I can get it, and he finally smiles back at me. " Yeah, garbage and dog shit is real art work." he says with a grin. I punch him in the arm and walked away. Even though his kidding, he can still be a jerk, a big fat jerk. So when he spills his drink, I laugh at him. Jef says that he's sorry, but I don't care. He ruined my sky. He made fun of my sky.

It's like that for a while. Quiet. It makes me sad, sad that Jef and I aren't talking, then I get angry at Jef, but then I become sadder and now I'm guilty for blaming him. " C'mon, lets get something to eat. Look, I'm sorry okay? The sky is very pretty. Cam we eat now?" I smiled and told him that he was paying.

Jef is ahead of me, walking faster. I keep back, but close enough that I can still pick up his smell if I lost him, but I never lose him. But I'm running out of breath, even as a demon I can only run for so long. I want to stop running, so what if they catch me, I didn't do anything wrong. We got hungry, are they going to shoot us for it? Then they find out that I'm the heir to the western lands my father will find out and start somthing. But Jef keeps on tugging my hand, so that whenever I slow down he will pull harder. I knew that he had no money, but I never said anything. Jef got caught once, he spent the night in jail. So I ran as fast as I can, just for him, so he can be happy, only for him.

The police finally give up after 8 blocks of running after us. We got away. I got away. I will always get away.

Our building is right there. No long walks, just there. The place that we have to live in, just because no one else wants to. It's an old run down building, that a lot of us call home. We are the backround to this city, this world. We fill in the spaces that are wiating for us. Jef and I come in through the back of the building. It's ok for us to stay here, I can hear some voices on the second floor as we walk up the stairs. There's two people sleeping at the end of the stairs. Scott and Lily. They are both so skinny that they look like skeletons, only with the skin ( A/N that sounds so creepy). They look like each other. They have both been here longer than I have and they have also been together since I came to this part of the city. Somtimes I wonder if they are together just because they look like each other, same dirty brown hair, same number of ribs, popping out of their skin. I think that it's sweet that people can still fall in love here. Jef says that they are only together because they get high together. But I hope that they love each other, just hope.

Lily is the only one that wakes up when Jef and I pass. She gets pissed, but I think that part of her is still asleep, or that she never woke up. We pass her and go into the room where the voices are. I see three faces.I don't know who they are, but Jef does, and he says that it's ok.

" Well, well, well, if it isn't Jef the Meth. Big surprise." one says, he seem happy that we are here " What brings you to our lovely establishment?" he asks Jef. " Nothing much. How are things here?" Jef asks while shaking his hand. " Ty, this is Chan. Chan this is Ty." Jef says. I give a small smile at him and he gives me one back. " We were looking to crash here for a bit, skipped on a tab. Cops ran us down here. You know how it is.". " Yes I do" Ty says, moving his smile from me to Jef. He rubs his goatee, it was a light shade of red, like all of his hair. He looked almost dashing, like somthing from some old story, a long, long time ago. " That's cool with us, an't it fellas? Never turn a man in need to the street. A man, or a pretty lady." Ty said, looking at m ewhen he said the last part. I just thank him and give another smile. He's older than me, he looks like he's in his early 20's. They all look like they are in their early 20's. So far, I'm the youngest one in this room, being the youngest isn't safe here. So I had to be ready to defend my self if needed. In a few minutes I will feel safe. The way that I like it. I hate feeling scared.

I later learn the name of the other two men in the room. Eric is the first one. Eric says that he cam from California. He seems nice. I could learn to like him. He has soft eyes and a faint tan left on his skin. He also has a dragon tatoo on his left shoulder. And even though it's supposed to look mean, it looks friendly. Marc is the second man. Now he does scare me. Not because he's black, I don't think like that, you can't if you want to make it out on the street. The thing that scares me about Marc are his eyes. They are the same blood shot red as Naraku's. And just by looking at them I'm haunted once more but the memory of Naraku.

Flashback ( not Cole's (or Chan's) Pov. )

Tonight was the night that Cole got to meet the man that she got to marry. No matter what. Cole looked at herself in the mirror, until a knock was at her door. " Yes?" she asked taking her eyes off of the mirror and on to the door. It was Sesshomaru. He told her to come down, that he was here. Then he left. She looked at herself once more in the mirror. She had on a white tank top with blue jean laying right where her shirt ended and she wore a white scarf as a belt.

Cole walked down stairs and met Naraku. She thought that he was ok, but it was his eyes that freaked her out. They were red, but a haunting red.

After dinner, her family left and sh ewas alone with Naraku. She was about to speak, but Naraku cut her off " I don't care about you or what you have to say you little slut. As of this point you will do, say and act the way I want you to. And the day that wedding bells ring, your life will be worse that any hell that you have been to."

Unknown to Cole then, those words would change her life forever

Ebd Flashback

I should have told someone, but I didn't and look at where I was now. Someone had gotten some alcohol, little sips. I don't drink any. I hate the taste of alcohol in my mouth, but I hate the smell of it even more. I can tell that I'm the only demon in this room. Other demons don't live like I do. They kill people and get money for it. But I have never, and will never kill a human for no reason, or even for money. " You look like a girl I saw around the western palace. You sure that you've never been there?" Ty asks me as he sips the alcohol and passes it to Marc. I look at Jef, he is the only one that know that I'm a part of the royal family. " No." I lie. " Is that where your from?" I ask him. With a laugh, he tells me that he's from Pittsburgh and he goes to places. Then he starts to tell me about all of the places that he has been to, and I listen to every word. Nice to hear a good story every once and a while. " So, how did you end up here? On the streets?" I ask, even though I shouldn't. He laughs once more. " I want to be here. This is freedom. The life. Here you can do of be any one. This is Home Sweet Home.". he makes it sound so much better than it is. Like I thought that it was.

After they are done with the acohol we all lie down to sleep. I curl up next to Jef and he puts his arm around me. When I close my eyes I feel like I'm floating over the clouds. I'm happy now. And that's all that counts.

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