Just My Luck….

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, or any of it's characters. Of course, if I did…..well, I wouldn't be able to tell you all the things running through my mind at the moment…*laughs mischievously*. Ok, this is my first fanfic, so please, rate this. That said….let's get on with story!

Chapter One: Just My Luck…

"Oh man…not again….." Wila sighed under her breathe as her foster parents pulled off to the side of the road where a small lane met it.

"We'll walk from here. The shrine really isn't that far…." her foster father remarked, flashing a very fake smile, then exiting the car. Wila slowly opened the car door and slid her feet out, just sitting there a moment, looking around at the trees.

"Come on Wila. Try to keep up this time, alright?" Her foster mother called over her shoulder. She was only a few feet behind her husband, and after a moment, they had both disappeared from Wila's sight. Wila sighed, then stood up, shutting the car door, and walking slowly in the direction the adults had taken. Her foster parents were always dragging her on all these trips of theirs. They never told her where they would be going, just let her find out when they arrived.

Wila looked at the ground as she walked, not really wanting to know where she was going to end up. When she reached the spot that she had last seen her foster parents, she stopped and looked straight ahead. All she saw was more path….and more trees. Sighing, she looked back down at the path, this time something caught her eye. She bent down and picked it up. It seemed like a small piece of pink rock. She studied it for a moment, then placed it in the pocket of her tight black jeans. As she did so, a cold wind began blowing, lifting her waist length, auburn hair, and playing lightly over it. She pulled her white lace button-up shirt closer around her, although it offered no more warmth than the black baby doll t-shirt she wore under it.

She absently closed her hand around the small piece of stone in her pocket, then she shook her head. "What am I doing?", she asked herself, "I haven't put rocks in my pocket since I was a little girl." She chuckled softly, then continued walking, bending down once in a while to brush some dirt off her black leather boots.

The path turned slightly to the right, and a little farther up the path, back to the left. Now she could see her foster parents, and a clearing up ahead.

"Glad you kept up this time, Wila. You wouldn't want to miss this!" Her foster mother's words were slightly grating, as she looked around at their destination, and sighed.

"This is one of the most famous shrines in the world! Come on and we will see if we can get a tour!" Her foster father was already heading in the direction of the shrine. Wila shook her head, then took in everything. There was a house, the shrine, and another small wooden building on the grounds.

Sighing heavily, letting her shoulders droop slightly and closing her sapphire blue eyes, she wondered what was wrong with them. "Another old shrine….Just my luck," she said softly to herself before following them toward the shrine.

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AN: I should have told you that Wila is originally from America….sorry about that. Please let me know what you think, so I can decide whether or not to do the next chapter. Thanks.