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Name of Story: Kryptonite

Summary: He was made from kryptonite. He was a lab rat. But it went wrong. He was supposed to turn into a full dog demon; instead he turned into a half dog demon. Now he wants revenge on the scientists who made him like that. But he doesn't expect to find love in the process, from the person he saved from the same fate.

Author's Note: YAY! Reviews love 'em! But I didn't get as many as I expected. But, oh well. At least I got some. If anyone is confused about something in this story, tell me. I don't care how, whether it's by e-mail, PM's, reviews or Gaia, but tell me. It's important that I know you guys don't understand something. I'll clear it up for you. Well, I guess that's all I got to say. Please R&R kindly!

Name of Chapter: Dealing With It.

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(Inuyasha POV)

I felt movement all around me, like I was flying. My head was dizzy, I felt like I was going to throw up.

I opened my eyes to a gray metal. I turned my head weakly to the left and saw a pair of doors. If only I had enough strength to pick myself up and open them. Then I would be free.

I shut my eyes, the movement stopped.

I heard doors opening and shuffling of feet. I suspected it was the bastards who put me through this hell and dumping my body to die in the alleyway.

I felt someone grab me from my wrists and feet and drag me to the hard gravel I knew to be the alley. They swung me; I landed hard on the ground, adding more to my pain.

I heard more shuffling of feet, doors slamming, and an engine being revved, then, nothing.

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I woke up seeing a clawed hand in front of me. I gasped. Claws?

I moved my hand, the clawed hand moved.

I lifted my head to get a better look at it; a curtain of something silver blocked my vision from it.

"What is this?" I thought, looking bewildered at the curtain of silver. It occurred to me, it looks like hair.

I sat up, with some great difficulty, and looked at the silver hair. Was it my hair? No. My hair is black. I felt it with the clawed hand. It felt like silk.

I looked at the clawed hand. I flexed it. It flexed. Was this mine? I looked at the arm it was connected to.

It looked like my arm, but a bit more muscular than I remembered.

I heard someone step on the gravel. I snapped my head towards it. I took a breath and smelled something sweet.

"Shit," I thought, standing up silently, "I don't want to be found here. I better go home."

I turned on the spot and headed to my apartment, hands stuffed in my jean pockets, acting normal. Like I didn't just go through a night of hell that may or may not changed me then get dumped in the same alley I was found in.

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I arrived at my apartment five minutes later. It usually took me ten minutes or so to get there from that alley.

On the streets, people were staring at me like I was a monster. I merely glared at them and made them run away in fear. I could sense it some how. I didn't understand what was so scary about me. I'm just like any other human.

I dug my keys out of my pocket and put my apartment key in the hole and turned. Funny, I thought, they didn't fall out during that whole torture thing. I heard the locks click.

I turned the knob and opened the door to reveal my white living room. White walls, white curtains, white leather sofa and a matching chair to go with it, and a great white carpet. I dropped my keys on the coffee table and looked at the phone. I had a message.

Probably mom, I thought, going to my bathroom.

I turned on the cold water and splashed myself in the face a couple times then turned it off. I reached over for the towel and pressed it against my face. I let the towel drop into the sink as I looked myself in the mirror.

I let out an ear splitting scream.

There, standing in front of my mirror, was a, a, a freak! It had long silver hair, gold eyes, and fangs! Fangs! But that wasn't the worst part. It had dog ears on its head. Dog ears! Then I realized, with a sickening feeling in my stomach, that it was me.

My…ears…twitched. I screamed again.

I grasped the sink, it cracked at my touch. I couldn't believe it. The bastards turned me into a freak! I growled, surprisingly well. Who did they think they are turning me into a freak?

I growled more.

They are worse then dead when I get my hands on them! Then it occurred to me, I didn't know where they were. I didn't see much when I was conscious. So I have no leads to where they were.

I sighed heavily, turning around and turning on my shower on hot. Maybe this hot water will soothe my aching muscles, I thought, dropping my jeans that were ripped in some places. I took off my shirt and looked at it. A huge rip down the middle and burn marks near the edges. I sighed, again, tossing it to the floor.

I dropped my boxers and stepped in the steaming water.

I won't tell anyone about this, I thought, letting the hot water run over me. Not even Miroku or Sango. My parents included. Yeah. That'd be good. But how would I hide it? Keeping my hands in my pockets all the time while wearing contacts and saying I dyed my hair? That sounded good.

Curiously, I looked at my claws. They seemed sharp. Hesitantly, I pressed my finger to it. Blood seeped through the small crescent shape. And, then, it was gone.

"What the," I asked myself. Did my cut just heal itself in a matter or seconds? I think it did. (Lol)

But what happened to that girl? If they would've taken her instead of me, would she be like this? Dead?

I shuttered at the thought. On the bright side, I thought, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower, she's still human, while I'm a freak. Maybe, just maybe, I could get used to it.

"Keh. As if."

I wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way to my room where I dressed in simple red and black sweats.

Few minutes later, I was plopped out on the couch with a steaming bowl of my favorite Beef Ramen and channel surfing on my LCD Flat Screen TV. I settled on a crime show called Law & Order: Special Victims Unit.

The phone rang halfway through the show. I looked at the caller I.D and it said it was my mom. I picked it up and pressed 'Talk'.

"Hello, Mother." I said, lowering the volume on the TV.

"Thank God you answered, Inuyasha," My mother, Izayoi, said, sounding relieved. "I was getting worried when you didn't answer this morning. Where were you?"

"Oh, I was here, feeling a bit under the weather," I lied. I hated lying to my mother. "Sorry I didn't pick up when you called earlier."

"What? You were feeling sick? Why did you tell me?"

"'Cause I knew you'd over react and bring over your famous Chicken Noodle."

"Well, that's what good mothers' do. They bring over soup for their children if they are feeling ill. I should really bring you over some soup, though. Eating that ramen all the time can't be good for you, Inuyasha."

I glanced at my empty ramen bowl sitting on the coffee table.

"I'm fine, Mom. I'm feeling much better."

"Are you sure? It would be no trouble at all to bring you soup. You know that, right, Inuyasha?"

"I know, Mom. And, I'm sure. I'm fit as a whistle."

She laughed at that.

"Oh, all right. If you so sure." She said, finally sounding convinced.

"I'm positive."

"Well, I better go. Your Father wants to show me something. I love you, Inuyasha."

"I love you, too, Mom."

"And, Inuyasha, stop eating all that ramen."

"Good bye, Mom." I said, through gritted teeth.

She giggled. "Bye!"

And, I heard the dial tone. I pressed the End button then through the phone to the corner of the couch. I sighed. Now what do I do?

I flipped off the TV and brought my empty ramen bowl to the kitchen sink. I'll do the dishes later, I thought, looking at the pile of dishes.

I looked around my apartment. I didn't want to go outside…yet. So, I sat on the couch and turned the TV back on.

A semi-normal Saturday.

To Be Continued…..

Well, how was it? I managed to squeeze it in by working on it all night. Hooray! Tell me how it is! I'm going to be working on Psychotic Love next, so those of you who are reading Ying Yang, it'll be a while for chapter three to be up. In the mean time,

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Oh, and Onineko Hikari- Chan, (If you're reading this fic) your past your deadline.

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