Chapter 2 The Beginning of a New Life
Disclaimer: Once more, it will, no, must be said…
"I DON'T OWN INUYASHA!"
Wa…Wa…Wa…
Look, I made myself cry…
All better!
So, I'm not going to get sued right?
The hobo is still gloating about the dime I gave him…
Did, I mintion that the hobo is my dad…
Life sucks, doesn't it…
After taking woman, her mother, and her son to a near by village, Gallaya paid for their lodging at the finest inn in the town for the night. The next day they went on to live with some family a day's journey away.
She washed in the stream just outside the village, feeling nasty after she had to sleep in her rags. Dirt and blood stained her clothes and hair. The slip that she had been wearing was ruined, a shame too considering it was her favorite, and she had bought another outfit. The one she had bought was used, but clean, a simple dress used by a servant girl at the inn. She had bought a Kimono, some food, a traveling pallet (something much like a sleeping bag), and some shoes. She had not spent nearly any of her money, for she carried a lot, keeping a bag in her sack as well as one tied to her leg.
Gallaya drifted in the water, stroking gently. When she was younger, her father had paid another woman good money to teach her to swim. After a few minutes, she swam back to the bank and crushed some of the sapon roots she had picked earlier, and used the foam to clean her hair and body. When she was done washing, she dressed in the servant clothes, and began down the path.
Now that her family was gone, she didn't know what to do. Her father had been a wealthy man, but Gallaya sold most of the salvageable belongings (except for the family pendant that now hung around her neck) and given most of the money to the surviving three that were from her village.
Gallaya had enough money for her to live comfortable for almost a year, but after that, she didn't know what to do.
That was a lie.
She did have some idea of what to do. She wanted to find the handsome demon that had saved her life. She owed her live to him and knew that her father would have said that she had to pay him back somehow.
She held back the flow of tears when she thought of her father. She had loved him so much and now he was gone. She refused to cry. When she did, she wanted it to be out of to grief and not self-pity, which was what she labeled the feelings she had now.
As the new day began to wear on, she grew tired of walking. As the daughter of a rich tyrant, she never had much need for it, seeing as she traveled with horses. She sat in a meadow that she had found. She marveled at the softness of the grass. She took her time in eating and redressing the wound on her shoulder. It was getting worse.
She sat in thought for a long time, after a while, she fell asleep. Her dreams were full of confusion and pain, she was lost and was trying to find something. Every time she thought she had it, it slipped right through her fingers like sand.
She reached out one last time, grabbing what ever it was. This time, she held it. It was soft and she could feel the flesh and smell the sent of a person.
She struggled to open her eyes and looked at what she held. It was a hand….
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What do you think?
Great isn't it?
I know it's short…
The world will one day bow before me!
Yeah, am I cool, or what?
If you say "what" I'll….
Time's up for today!