Chapter One: Mimiko

Kagome stood at the back door of the house she had grown up in. She surveyed the back yard as she called a name into the wind. There was no answer and she stepped onto the ground to see around the corner of the house. The slamming of a door could be heard and suddenly a raven-haired girl appeared with in sight.

Kagome smiled and laid a hand on the girl's shoulder. She searched the face of her daughter…hers and Inuyasha's daughter to be exact.

She looked like Kagome in more ways than one. She had her soft facial features and delicate smile. Long black waves that hung around her mid-back were also a contribution of Kagome's. Her build was similar to Kagome's in the sense that she was long and lean. Not gangly but lengthy, even though she only stood about five foot three. Her pale skin was a nice compliment to her dark hair.

But there was a bit of Inuyasha in her as well. Her eyes were the same molten amber color his were and her keen senses were diffidently her father's. Her personality was strong and wild, she was reckless with her language and she was sly like Inuyasha.

She was of few words and didn't have many friends. And even though she didn't look at all like a demon, some how everyone knew. People could be ruthless and intolerable sometimes and the young girl was familiar with it.

"Did you remember to shut the well door?" Kagome asked maternally.

"How did you know that's where I was?" She asked astonished.

"Mimiko! I'm a mother. I have all seeing eyes." Kagome made a funny face with wide eyes to get the point across. Mimiko let her lips curl into a small smile at her but didn't let a laugh slip. The concerned side of all mothers suddenly followed Kagome's sweetness. "What were you doing inside the well house again? I thought I told you never to go in there and yet here you are…disobeying me…again." Kagome scolded. Mimiko just rolled her eyes.

Kagome moved aside to let her offspring through the door.

Once inside, Mimiko took a seat at the table and picked an apple out of the fruit bowl that was placed in the middle of the dinning table. She rolled it around in her hands as she stared into space for a moment.

"Mom…if I told you something would you promise not to laugh?" She asked seriously.

"Only if it wasn't funny." Kagome answered with a smile.

"Ha ha." Mimiko said sarcastically. "I just…I don't know. When I'm near that well my imagination goes wild. All-of-the-sudden my mind is filled with amazing day dreams of adventure, friendship…love." Mimiko's glare was still focused on nowhere.

Kagome stared at her strangely but with a mother's love. She knew that world all too well. The world her daughter dreamt about was the one she knew better than anyone.

'I know how hard it is. How satisfying it is. How crushing it can be. Mimi, I love you but I can't let you go through all of that.' Kagome thought to herself as she admired her daughter from across the room.

"Mimi, you're a nut!" Kagome rushed over to the girl and planted a kiss of her cheek and hugged her tightly.

"Mom…get off!" Mimiko screamed in embarrassment. "I just turned fifteen! What do you want me to do?"

"Well, you never let me tell you stories anymore." Kagome thought sarcastically.

Mimiko smirked. She knew which stories her mother was talking about. "Come on mom. Those are for like…" she thought for a moment. "Fourteen year olds!" Kagome ruffled Mimiko's hair as she laughed. Mimiko just smiled widely.

"Okay…fun's over. I want you to get upstairs and do you homework before I finish dinner." The older woman told her daughter gently.

"Fine!" Mimiko said in an exasperated voice. She rolled her eyes one more time before dashing up the stairs.

Kagome went back over to the stove where a few pots sat on hot burners. She could hear Mimiko's heavy feet run up the flight of stairs, then hear her trip, and then a faint 'shit. I'm Okay!' She couldn't help but smile. "Inuyasha, she gets more like you everyday." Kagome whispered to herself.

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Mimiko entered her room; her mother's former room. It still had pink walls and pink sheets and pink rugs. Unfortunately…Mimiko didn't like pink. But it was what she had and she was thankful for it. She was just happy she had someone who would let her sleep in the same time zone let alone the same house.

She sat on her windowsill and looked over the back yard at the well house. She had no friends and it hurt her deep down. She pretended she didn't care and it worked to a degree.

She was one-fourth demon. Her blood was so diluted she didn't know why it mattered to anyone. It's not like she was dangerous.

Mimiko sighed heavily and flopped on her bed. She buried her face in her pillow and let her mind go. She had thought about what her mother had said about the stories and her imagination wandered to that. She re-ran all of the vivid stories in her mind over and over again. It was the life she longed for. The life of the girl who could transcend time and the hanyou boy who fell in love with her. It was a life of adventure that she would never know and it absolutely killed her. She rolled over onto her back as tears stung her eyes.

"No." She said quietly to herself. "I'm not going to cry. I won't." She told herself forcefully.

She felt the darkness coming. That deep depression she often found herself in when she was alone. The feeling that life was not worth it when she wasn't anything to be proud of. Her chest felt heavy like she couldn't breath and she sat up to help herself.

Mimiko looked across the room at her vanity mirror and saw her reflection in it and couldn't help but stare. She noted the fact that her long ebony colored locks were pushed back behind her ears and she studied her face. Her own eyes caught her attention. The one noticeable thing about her demon blood. It infuriated her. Mimiko could feel her own rage rising in her body and she quickly threw her pillow in frustration at the mirror to relieve herself.

She watched it hit the back of the wall and leave a hole in the plaster. The pillow fell to the ground but not before hitting a glass heart statue. The heart fell onto the floor and shattered…and then the tears came.