InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Winged Angel ❯ Beginnings of a hard life ( Chapter 2 )

Summary: Full summery.
They loved each other. Tragedy struck one day before he left. She's left all alone in this world except her brother. He comes back. She finds things out about herself that has been hidden and locked away.Nobody knows what the key is. Or where. But he does. When it is unlocked, things happen. She becomes something not of this world. Twice. Hunger for vengeance. Thirst for blood shed. Something happens to her that cannot be undone. Unreachable by humans, they try to contact her through her dreams. In order to bring her back, he becomes what she was destined to be hated for. And more. By blood, they become what each other is hated for. Him, because his father is ruler on the Demon Realm. Her, because her people never saw anything like her. There was another one. Not like her, but with problems. Mental problems. He destroyed every one. Out casted, shunned from society, and alone, she moved to earth. She led a peaceful life with her orphaned parents and brother. Then she met him. Her only reason for living. Then the day before he left, she was given a gift. The gift of having someone inside that would keep her going. Now have to live a hard life, she waits for his anticipated return. When he does, things get out of hand.

 

 

Chapter Two:

 

"Beginnings of a Hard Life"

 

Seven years ago…

 

Dark. Inside and outside of homes, stores, and buildings were dark. All was quiet. The inside of the homes, stores, and buildings were all quite, except for one; outside a thunderstorm roared silencing all others that could not compete with it. However there was one household that competed.

 

It was a rather large house with only having four family members occupying it. Two floors it looked to have from the outside and what was noticed above all was its own thunderstorm that it contained. All the lights in the house were off except for one light in the middle of the house front.

 

Inside the home…

 

Again, the screaming could be heard, loud voices behind the wall, and yet another sleepless night for some young children. It was hard to go to sleep when ones parents were arguing. They yelled and yelled. Overturning furniture could be heard. Though it was hard to sleep with this occurring, the children had made sure to go to bed early, in hopes of not having to hear it another night.

 

But they awoke as screaming could be heard, loud voices below their bedroom floor. It was thundering and lightening outside their bedroom window, which was outside their home, but it was also likewise in the home. Crash lightening and booming thunder. Hands being slammed against objects and voices being raised above then what they were meant to be used for.

 

Two young children, a boy around the age of six and his sister looking to be a year younger than him, both awoke and sat up quickly in bed. Yelling could be heard underneath them towards the middle of their bedroom floor, meaning that the thunderstorm was below, in their kitchen.

 

The older child peeked over his bed, looking down from the bunk bed the two shared, at his younger sister. Natural thunder boomed and the boy saw his sister cover her ears. He quickly brought his head back and kicked the covers off his legs. He then jumped down from his bed quietly. Not only to not scare his sister but so that the storm downstairs wouldn't be interrupted. He wasn't sure if it would make his parents angrier or calm them down with knowing that their children were up and probably listening to them quarrel.

 

The boy put a hand on his sister's shoulder. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. She was scared, he knew. For about three weeks now their parents had been doing this. Arguing, fighting, but when the children asked why they would say that they weren't, and then they would change the subject it never being brought up again until another sleepless night's morning after.

 

Did their parents think them to be stupid? Even though young children they know when something bad is going on between their parents. It is like a dog and its owner. After a while, they both can tell how the other is feeling. It was a natural thing that developed. But a storm that erupted every night for three weeks had also developed, and it was anything but natural.

 

After the two siblings looked at each other and the girl lowered her hands of her ears, they both nodded to each other. Tonight would be the first night that they would actually see what their parents were doing. They would not longer ask them for they would never tell them. So, they decided to find it out on their own. It was their only option.

 

Such naïve and innocent children are. They should not interfere with domestic affairs between a man and his wife, though children of the said people.

 

The young girl quietly came out of her bed but forgetting to take the covers off her legs, tripped and landed on the floor with a muffled thud. The older child's heart raced and he could feel his ears pumping. He froze in mid reach for his sister, the reaching being a natural action at seeing his sister fall. But he had been too late to catch her. But all was good.

 

Screaming could be heard, loud voices beneath their bedroom floor, and yet another sleepless night for a brother and sister.

 

The young girl stood up with her brother helping her and pulled down her cotton nightgown she wore. It went down a fair distance from above her feet. So now, with his sister on her feet the boy made sure she was okay.

 

“Okay?” He whispered softly. He could see his sister's head moving up and down. A nod. So, he then grabbed her at the shoulder, helped her out of her mess of blankets, and led her to the bedroom door.

 

Screaming could be heard, loud voices beneath their bedroom floor, and yet another sleepless night for the brother and sister as they creped out the door into the hallway.

 

It was slightly lit by the kitchen light that gloomed below them and the loud voices were louder than what they sounded like behind and under a closed area. The two siblings made a quick run for the stairs to the left and quietly walked down them, making sure to skip the steps that were known to creak. The yells grew louder and louder. They could hear their mother and could hear her tears. They stopped midway on the stairs and looked at each other. They then flew down the flight of stairs.

 

Finally! They had made it. They were on the first floor. A floor closer to finding out what exactly was happening and hopefully, at getting a reason as to why it was. Now being in the light the physical appearance of the two young children were noticeable.

 

The boy was barefooted, and then traveling upwards, he had on long dark green pajama pants with a white t-shirt. His black hair was in a mess and went into an ever so small ponytail at the bottom of his head. He stood roughly about three feet high and a couple of inches then over that. He stood peering with blue eyes, into the kitchen along with his sister who was kneeling beneath him.

 

She on the other hand didn't have blue eyes but hazel ones. She also wasn't quite as tall perhaps two and a half feet. She had on a light blue cotton pajama dress and was also barefooted. Her hair was long and dark like her brother's but had slight traces of blue streaks running its course in it and her skin was light like her brother's.

 

As the two spied on their parents, the screaming continued, loud voices were now heard more clearly and then a silence that chilled their souls was heard. The children prayed that they were back in their room dreaming, as they saw their mother slap their father across his already reddened face.

 

The young girl gasped and her older brother quickly covered her mouth.

 

In the kitchen…

 

Were a man and his wife. A mother and a father to the two young spying children. Both adults were red-faced from yelling and being out of breathe from doing so. The children's mother was crying and their father looked both sad and angered at her. But even with this, the parents continued to fight, oblivious to them that their six and five year old children were watching close by.

 

“TELL ME WHO SHE IS!” Their mother demanded of their father, the woman's husband.

 

Now the children had always heard their mother yell every night for three weeks. But never did they see what she looked like when she yelled. Her nose flared, her brows scrunched, her normal blue eyes turned to a navy blue and her voice screeched. Why shouldn't it?

 

As much as they knew, their mother was the nicest lady around. Never had she raised her voice, even if she was anger or upset. Always she had a soft demeanor and kind voice with even kinder words to follow. The woman that stood in their kitchen frightened the children.

 

“I TOLD YOU IT WAS NO ONE—” The father began, yelling back.

 

Now the father was like the mother. One would never expect him to be capable of yelling despite him being of goodly stature. He stood about one inch over six feet which was about seven inches over his wife, had his dark brown hair in spikes, his wife had dark black hair and he usually always carried a boyish smile that could kill.

 

Oh, how he wished right now that his smile could literally kill. Before he knew it, Rickey, the name of the father, he heard a loud clap and then felt stinging on his left cheek. He blinked his hazel eyes after a few moments then realized that his face was turned to the right. He turned back to his wife who held out her hand. Evidence that she was the one who had struck him.

 

The children's mother held up her hand as she finished striking her husband.

 

“How do you like it?' She said to herself. But it wasn't only for payback for the times he had manhandled her; she was tired. She was tired of fighting, tired of him lying to her.

She was just so tired.

 

Soon after, she locked eyes with the man she once loved so dearly. His eyes were wide with shock, anger, and without love. The mother dropped her head tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn't think it to be true. He too had no more love. But before the two could continue on with their argument or what they were to do now they both turned their heads.

 

When they did, their eyes were locked with those of their children. The mother froze at the sight then began to cry more and harder. Rickey looked at her with a mixture of sadness and anger. He then looked at his children. They now had fully revealed themselves, knowing that they had been caught. The little girl's gasp at her mother's action had done it.

 

Rickey lowered his head then raised it back up and left the kitchen, leaving his children to stare at their mother who was leaning on the counter crying. Some minutes later, he came back into the kitchen with several personal suitcases in hand. He stormed into the kitchen and left through the door that led outside.

 

With the door open, several cold breezes came into the house chilling everyone more and waking the children from their gaze at their mother. The thunderstorm could now be heard more powerfully now. And just when everyone thought it to be over even though it would have ended roughly.

 

The children both looked at the door their father just walked out of. Their mother looked at it too and ran to it. She clung to the doorframe and yelled yet again. Would they never stop?

 

"Why did you do this to me Rickey!" But he didn't hear, didn't want to hear as he threw the suitcases into his car and entered the driver seat. By now the children had ran to the door. They looked at their father's car. Its headlights turned on.

 

“Mommy where's daddy going?” The little girl asked scared. Tears threatened her hazel eyes. The mother didn't respond as she yelled again.

 

“Yeah that's right go to her!” The children looked at the car. “Go to your whore, bitch!” The children then both looked up at their mother at hearing her usage of such vulgar language. Never had they heard her say such things and especially to their father. They always used to speak so kindly to each other.

 

The young boy looked back at his father's car that was now pulling out of the driveway. The rain pounded on it, on the floor, and on their once pleasant full house.

 

“No.” The boy whispered. Where was his father going? He couldn't leave. His father couldn't leave him, his son. The two always went everywhere together in that car. Never had the father ever gone by himself and without his sidekick, his son.

 

The young boy without much thought ran out the door.

 

“Miroku!” His mother yelled. Now her voice was hoarse. After three weeks why wouldn't it be? “Kagome stay here.” The mother for what seemed like the first time in a long time said, just simply said calmly. Her care and love had returned as she spoke these words to her daughter. She then ran out the door after her son. Leaving a daughter to look after her family, as they slowly began to break apart, but that would be false to say. The young girl had for three weeks been seeing her family fall apart, now she was seeing it broken.

 

Miroku, now known to be the boy's name, ran as fast as he could after the car his father had just left in. Tears clouded his vision as well as the rain pounding into them was. His feet froze as he ran through cold icy puddles. He didn't care. All he cared about was getting to his father.

 

“Father!” He yelled after the man.

 

“Miroku!” His mother yelled from behind. But he paid her no mind as he saw the car in front him stop, the red lights were on but they did not flash as the lightening around them did. Miroku smiled big, but tears still stung in his eyes. “Miroku!” His mother still yelled running after her son.

 

Miroku smiled even bigger now. He knew that his father would never leave in the car without him. The two of them were buddies. They did everything together, always.

 

“Father!” Miroku exclaimed happily as he was almost by the car. But soon after that, the red lights disappeared and the car sped off. Miroku stopped in mid run. “Father?” He whispered with unbelief.

 

“Miroku.” His mother breathed gathering her son in her arms.

 

“Father.” He whispered again. That could not be. That was impossible. The two were buddies. “FATHER!” Miroku then yelled his lungs out, realizing what his father had just done. He left. He had left without his best friend. But that couldn't be possible. The two…the two did everything together.

 

“Shush baby boy, momma's here.” Miroku's mother cooed him. But he didn't want her right now he wanted his father, needed his father. But his child being betrayed him.

 

“Mommy!” Miroku sobbed as turned in her embrace and hugged her. Tears rolled down both their eyes. Miroku wrapped himself in his mother, crying his little heart out.

 

- - - Going back a little- - - -

 

Rickey stopped his car at there being a stop sign. Even if he was mad, he would obey the law. He looked in his rear view mirror and there he saw his son running after him. Rickey's eyes softened.

 

“My boy.” He whispered.

But soon after seeing his son, he saw the woman that had helped him in making Miroku come to be. He placed a hand on his cheek. His cheek was hot from the slap he had gotten. Wet from where the rain fell and warm from where his family had so many times planted kisses.

 

But that woman!

 

The one who helped him to make his two wonderful children had also helped in making this once perfect man and wife relationship go down the toilet.

Rickey Higurashi closed his eyes, a tear escaping them and pressed his foot to the gas petal.

 

“I'm sorry.” He whispered as he sped off, away from his son, and family.

 

- - - - Going forward a little- - - -

 

Kagome watched in horror as the scenes were played before her eyes. Rain poured itself onto her small body and soaked her clothing through. She had disobeyed her mother when she had told her to stay put but Kagome had forgotten.

 

She looked at her brother and heard him as he yelled happily after their father. She smiled as she saw the car of their father stop. But her smiled vanished as the car then continued moving forward.

 

She heard her brother yell angrily or was it sadly? Forget it. All she knew was that her brother had yelled. And in that yell, he had in a way said that their father would never be returning.

 

Kagome then watched as her mother held Miroku in her arms on the dark street. Tears rolled down the child's face but she didn't know it. She thought them just to be the rain.

 

- - - - Going back to where we let off- - - -

 

“Hush my baby. Hush now.” Miroku's mother soothed her troubled son. He continued to cling to her in a death grip.

 

After a few moments of soothing her son and watching as her husband's car turned onto a main street, it then would forever disappear, she turned around and looked back at her house. There on the front lawn was her young daughter.

 

Tears stung in the mother's eyes. She let them fall as she walked back to her house and waiting daughter. When she got to her, the mother bent down and lifted her daughter into her arms as well.

 

There, in the arms of her mother Kagome could hear the soft muffled sniffles of her brother. As she was being carried inside the house, Kagome looked at her brother's shaking back and shoulders. She then looked at her mother's face. It had returned to normal. Well almost. It was still red, puffy and pale. But other than that, it seemed to be okay.

 

Kagome laid her head on her mother's shoulder.

 

“There, there my little K-Angel.” Her mother soothed. Kagome smiled as her mother then started to hum a nameless tune.

 

In no time at all both siblings were asleep. The night and its events drawing out all the energy their little bodies had.

 

The mother made her way through her kitchen closing its door behind her and then traveled to her room deciding that the children should stay with her. But as she entered it, flashbacks of what had happened earlier flooded back to her. Why did this room return to her, her memories?

 

Still having both children in hand, she staggered to the hallway wall, tears running down her cheeks. She quickly made her way to her children's rooms. Up there, she sat on the bottom bunk and laid them both down.

 

After doing this, she quickly stood and traveled through their room collecting some dry warm clothes for them to change into. When she collected the clothing she quickly returned to her sleeping children, undressed them, and then redressed them in new, warm, fresh attire. She then left the room and returned about fifteen minutes later, entering the room with a towel wrapped around her hair and bathrobe around her body. She went over to where her children lay and rearranged them. After that, she went to their bedroom window and looked outside.

 

Outside, some of the streetlights were lit and the thunderstorm had passed while she was in the shower. The phone rang from downstairs but it sounded as if it were to be right next to the mother's ear. She flinched at it then thinking over why it was so loud, cried.

 

She slowly dropped to her knees.

 

Her children, for three weeks, must have heard everything that was yelled between her and her never to be again husband. She sobbed. What had she done? This was not how a mother was supposed to be.

 

The mother looked up, from where she lay, over to her children. She promised herself that from now on she would protect them even more. So would be much more than a mother to them. Or at least she will try to her best. She didn't know how it was to be a single mother.

 

Again, she cried, into her hands. The towel on her hair fell to the floor.

 

She continued to cry.

 

From this moment on, until morning there was no more screaming only sobs, loud voices were no longer heard behind the walls only a silence that chilled souls, but it was yet another sleepless night, for a troubled wife and mother whose children finally did sleep.

 

They all could use some sleep.

 

X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X

 

 

p.s Kagome is 5 years old in this chapter.

 

 

P.S

 

Ok here is what I need for yall to do.

I need yall to vote. I also need at least 5 reviews. I already got 2. just 3 more. Is that to hard?

I need tal to vote on who will be with who.

 

Who should she be with? Boton.

 

Boton/koenma 1( my vote)

 

Boton/kurama 1

 

Boton/Hiei…..scarring.

 

Boton/sniper (Hagiri Kaname) 2 ( my vote)

 

Boton/ Jin Kaze Tsukai the read haed dude.

 

 

Yukina:

 

Yukina / sniper……3 ( my vote)

 

Yukina / kawabara

 

Yukina / touya

 

Yukina / Jin

 

Yukina / sesshy….( scarring)

 

Sesshy:

 

Sesshy / yukina

 

Sesshy / shizuru….( i can see that so….) 1

 

 

Who should kurama be with? I don't have no ideas.

 

These are the defints parings:

 

YUSUKE AND KAGOME!

Inuyasha / Rin

 

Sango / Miroku

 

 

 

 

Also, I have a little surprise for yall someone turning into a demon fans….man I already have an idea for atleast 2 sequals.