Lost Children
Story: Before the Twists Of Fate
By: Sky
No one cared. No one really did. He could run around all day, and no one would notice that he was missing. They didn't want to deal with him anymore. There were always whispers about what a sweet child he had been, and they wondered what had happened to him. Surely his mother's death had not affected him so drastically. But maybe it had. He went from a home with a mother to many foster homes; people who would hold him until the next person took them off his hands. And he decideed that he wasn't going to do that anymore. He wasn't going to play by their rules. So he became one of many street urchins. There was no bed time, and no bossy adults telling you what to do. There were just the other kids on the streets, and those you either formed alliances with, or you beat them down. There was no third option.
He and his small band had scattered, with the large 14-year-old chasing after him. But he was fast. Matted raven locks of hair flew behind him as he ran, and he took an instant to check behind him. The older boy was gaining. He would just have to make sure he lost him. Yasha jumped a fence, and headed up the stairs, knowing that they would slow the larger boy down, where he himself could just bound up them. And he was right again. He was near the top when the boy had reached half way, and he couldn't help but give a savage grin as he darted behind one of the buildings to avoid the older kid.
For some reason, he hand't been watching where he'd been going, and ended up running into someone hard enough to knock them both onto their butts. He tensed as he turned, ready to confront one of the older boys croonies, when his eyes met up with the brown orbs of a girl a litte older then him. Her chocolate brown hair was pulled up into a short pony tail, and she wore a close-fitting black outfit. her eyes were widened in surprise at seeing him, and Yasha quickly got to his feet. Before anything could be said, he peeked around the side of the building to see that the bully was up and looking for him.
"What are You doing here?" the girl asked, watching him as he checked around the side of the building. He was obviously one of those that lived on the street. His clothes were filthy and torn, and he was really dirty. It looked as though he hadn't washed his hair, or brushed it in a while.
"Would you stop yackin'?" he shot back to the girl as he turned his head so that their eyes met. "You're gonna give me away."
"Who are you running from?" Yasha growled at her.
"I ain't runnin'. I'm getting him off my back. Now will you shut up? I don't want him to find me." The little girls eyes widened at his rude tone, and her eyes welled up for a moment. But only for a moment.
"You're such a mean little boy!" she yelled as she threw a punch at him. Yasha turned just in time to see a fist come at him, and catch him right in the nose. He flew for a few feet before landing hard on the ground, and laying there stunned. He had just gotten beaned by a girl.
"Sango, what's going on?" came a voice from the other side of the building. The bully looked at the approaching adults, and ran back down the stairs. A few of the men chased him, brandishing kendo sticks at him, before turning and watching a miffed Sango stomping her way past them.
"Boys can be such jerks," she huffed as she went by them without stopping. The adults exchanged bemused glances, shrugged it off, then headed after her, and back to their practices.
Well, It's still short, but I think my writers block is starting to go away. So, this goes to show that Yasha once did meet Sango, just doesn't really remember it. She was just some random girl. He didn't even remember the temple. he does remember that he got socked by one though, and it flattened him. so he worked harder then ever after this to get stronger. And it's Sango later that's pushing him to become greater then he is. Figures, huh?