Fan Fiction ❯ My Demon ❯ III ( Chapter 3 )

III

 

It seemed as if everything Kikyo did backfired on her. She tried fixing the wall, but for some reason the hole just stayed there. It was as if some sort of barrier prevented it from being sealed again. She had tried for an hour to keep sealing it but it wouldn't work, so she gave up completely.

 

“You're one stubborn hole. You're more stubborn than my father,” she mumbled folding her arms across her chest.

 

Her black shirt was smeared with pure white plaster and her blue jeans had holes in it from falling down the stairs once when she slipped on a can of plaster. It took a bit to recover, but she made it alright.

 

She got up and decided to go for a walk outside. She didn't really care about her appearance right now. So she tied up her hair and walked out the front door.

 

The wind blew softly as she took her first few steps. The gravel beneath her feet began to crack with each step. The road was lonely and she felt that way inside.

 

She looked up at the cloudy sky. It was mixed with an array of colors, blue on red on orange on purple. It was so beautiful. She sucked in a bit of air and continued onward.

 

The Japanese countryside was a beautiful site to behold. No nagging neighbors, no annoying pedestrians, no constant train noises or sounds of shots going off. It was nothing like the big city. She could actually find peace here.

 

It was her sanctuary. No one could take that away from her.

 

“Whoa, be careful there,” said a man.

 

She hadn't been paying attention much so she had run into a man. He regarded the bump with a small smile of forgiveness.

 

Her blue-grey eyes looked up and took a closer look at the man. He had short black hair in a tiny ponytail. It reminded her of Miroku off of Inuyasha and a small smile crept upon her face. She looked into his green eyes before looking him over. He had a well shaven face and didn't look any older than 25. She looked at his clothing and thought that he might be a teacher of something of the sort.

 

“I'm so sorry,” she said bowing low.

 

It was the least she could do for now. She didn't know anything else.

 

“No, it's quite alright,” he answered.

 

He didn't sound like he was from Japan, but she couldn't decipher his accent. So she would say that his nationality would be unknown until he actually told her.

 

“You seem to be lost…do your parents know you live around here?” he asked gently.

 

“I live here…but not with my parents. My parents just bought me a house,” Kikyo answered as if it was no big deal.

 

“That's highly unusual…”

 

“Yea…my parents and I would rather keep our distance…”

 

“Oh…well…I'm sorry about that…by the way…My name is Yuki, Yuki Hikari. I'm the guidance counselor at the school near here.”

 

“Oh…I'm Kikyo, Kikyo Hanabashi.”

 

“It's nice to meet you Kikyo.”

 

She didn't know why, but she felt a bit relaxed around this man. He seemed a bit rough around the edges but that was easy to get past. He seemed like the person that would actually try and listen to your problems instead of nag you about them.

 

Eventually they decided to take a walk together. She enjoyed his company. It was nice to actually have someone listen to her problems.

 

“So…what you're saying is that you think your parents don't love you…or that they don't love you enough,” he tried understanding.

 

“I'm saying that my parents hate me so much that they'd rather put me up for adoption than let me stay in a house by myself. My little sister is the only one that they care about. It's so unfair…” Kikyo corrected him.

 

“Well I don't think it's that. Maybe they think that its time that you stand on your own two feet and learn how to live by yourself.”

 

She stared at him in bewilderment. How could her parents think that? That was highly unthinkable.

 

“Um…That's new…” Kikyo said slowly.

 

Yuki turned and looked at her. His right eyebrow was raised in question.

 

“What? I'm just saying…I never really heard that from someone,” she mumbled.

 

He nodded and they continued their walk. They had made a full circle around the road. They stopped just before they had reached the town. It was almost pitch black and she was right in front of her house.

 

“Um…well thanks…that helped…a lot,” Kikyo said turning and running to her house.

 

She waved at him before going inside and closing the door.

 

“Remarkable,” he mumbled.

 

Turning he walked out of the driveway and into the lonely road ahead of him.