Heal Me

by Enternal Tweeter

17 year old Erika Hatsuka has had a tough life, until she moves in with her cousin Kagome and her family. Then things change. Erika feels a pull towards the well and ends up in joining the inuyasha gang on the quest for the shards. Naraku knows Erika, and knows her secret. Scared for her friends life, can she protect them from the one true demon?

3. Chapter 3: Erika Hatsuka

Heal me: Chapter 3: Erika Hatsuka

I was sat on the train with my small suitcase and guitar on the seats infornt of me. Best way to stop people from sitting next to you. What? Im anti-social. Or so everyone says.

I was on my way to Tokyo to move in with my 'family'. I mean we may be blood-related but where have they been throughout the years? Not helping me, I know that for sure. But im not bitter, I still know how to be grateful and polite. Sometimes anyway.

Speaking of politness, I never introduced myself. I'm Erika Hatsuka, Im 17 years old and im an orphan. My parents left me 4 years ago at some circus, yeah I guess I should have know since they had never taken me anywhere like that before. But i don't like remembering that stuff.

I'm 5'1, yeah im small! But Im much stronger than I look. I have dark red hair and crystal blue eyes, which is very unusual for a japanese girl. My skin is as pale as milk and my eyes are big and doll-like, with my size im an easy target for jealous girls and get underestimated a lot. I have 36DD breasts which contrasts greatly with my small frame, but what can I say? Im proud of mama's jugs!

Im also pretty crude, so get used to it.

Now that the introduction it over, we have finally arrived at tokyo trainstation. I pick up my things and get off the train, but that's not before a large beefy hand finds its way to my behind.

Not even a second after it lands on my denim-clad behind, I turn and give a powerful kick in the nuts of the middle aged guy who dared to touch me.

"Gghhff.." he groans, falling to the floor and holding himself.

I walk away, receiving a few stares as I make my way towards the entrance of the trainstation, muttering about the disgusting pervert still crying in pain.

Hey, I did say I was stronger than I look.

I instantly redognise my aunt, standing with an elderly man whos back is so badly hunched over he reminds me of Quasimodo.

Here they are, my 'family'. Best get this overwith so I can have a nice hot bath and go to sleep, im exausted.

"Autnie Yuma, Gramps." I say as I stand in front of them.

"Erika!" Gramps wraps me in a tight hug which I respond to by being perfectly stiff.

The woman, my aunt, walks towards me with hesitation. I know what she is thinking. I look exactly like my father. The devil. Satan.

"Erika." She mumbles. I could see it in her eyes.

She was scared of me.