AN: Hi people! I'm back! I'm sorry that I couldn't update but I wasn't allowed on my account after I got out of the hospital. I'm alright now so no need to worry but I did want to say thanks to the people who reviewed nicely. I also had a major writers block but now I'm back, I feel better and might bust out a couple more chaps. Hopefully.
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Chapter 2: Welcome to Japan!
Akuma stood on the platform outside of the airplane, looking at the buildings in the distance, she raised her hand to shield her eyes, and sighed, "Hello Japan, are you ready for me?"
Sighing again the teen walked down to the black car that was waiting to take her to her new house with her mom and dad. She ducked down to enter and lounged lazily as she watched her mother boss around the American and Japanese workers that were putting bags into different cars. A young Japanese woman, about 24, walked up and handed Akuma her bag with her drawing materials that she had packed earlier. "Umm, arigato?" Akuma said, trying to sound like she knew what she was saying, the woman smiled and bowed. "My name is Hinote, kodomo-sama. You seem well versed in Japanese language for one so young. Welcome to Japan." The woman's English was heavy with accent.
Akuma nodded, "thank you again, Hinote-san. I only know very little though, it is a great compliment for you to say that I speak it well." The woman bowed again and walked away, leaving Akuma sighing again but with relief at the end of the meeting.
Moments later, Akuma's father, Kain, stepped into the car and hugged his daughter. "Well, my little devil. Are you ready?" At the teen's less than enthusiastic nod, his deep tenor rumbled in laughter. "Do not worry, you will be fine. Maria will come around and you will make friends. Everything will be fine, you will see." He patted Akuma on the shoulder and buckled himself in next to her. "Dad…" Kain turned his head to his little girl's soft voice, "Yes, Akuma?" The girl shifted like she was trying to think of what to say, "Will she ever accept me?" she finally blurted out and covered her mouth, looking away, half screaming at herself for saying that out loud.
His eyes softened, he reached over and pulled Akuma into another hug. "Of course she will. You'll be happy, I'm sure. She'll just take a while since she's not used to you. Or any other children for that matter." Kain muttered the last part under his breath but his daughter still heard it, she decided that she wouldn't want to know what her dad meant about her new step-mother, the woman she called 'mom' seemed pure evil, and that's something coming from a girl in a gang, whose name means 'Devil'.
Sighing lightly, she hugged her father back. They would just have to get used to the idea or they could never be a family. Akuma thought it was better when her mom, her real mom, was there though. The woman seemed to make everything better. However, she would never be back, she couldn't, not after what happened. Why? The answer was simple, Akuma's birth mother, Myou had died about four years before. How strange that a woman's name that meant 'life' had died at a young age, forcing her daughter to witness her death, and lose all sense of purity the young girl had.
Myou Yosoke had been murdered by a man that had escaped the city's insanity ward, her murder being witnessed by the only other person in the house, her twelve-year-old daughter. Akuma had been playing a game of Extreme Hide and Seek, trying not to have to go to the library for a summer reading list. ((Evil school people!)) The man had knocked down the door, not even a minute after Akuma had hid in a kitchen cabinet. The man was screaming and randomly shooting until a bullet had lodged itself in Myou's chest, as she fell over a chair, screaming.
The neighbors had called the police and Akuma's father home from work, the new arrivals showing up to see a knocked out maniac covered in the glass of a smashed vase, Myou's corpse, and the twelve-year-old child holding the jagged bottom of the vase. Akuma was standing at the fallen man's head, covered in blood spatter, shivering, and starring blankly into the air. Her previously sunny dress had turned a dull color from the tears, blood, and grime.
Later, the murderer had been shipped off to the morgue, large pieces of glass wedged into his brain. Myou Yosoke was taken out of the home and her body sent to be dressed for the coming funeral, and Akuma had gone with her father to an immediate, family tragedy shrink.
Nothing however, could pull that image out of her mind, the man half crazed and her mother's lifeless staring straight at her.
A/N: Sorry everybody, Aku won't be meeting Kagome just yet but you get a peek at what she handled as a child.