InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ And Out Of The Well ❯ Prolouge ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: xxxamy_leexxx 
And so it begins, Mizuki is running away from a not so far away past...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.27.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 233 | Status: Work In Progress
And so it begins, Mizuki is running away from a not so far away past...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.27.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 233 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: So here it is, the prelude... I started this story roughly six years ago (back when i was young and not a very good writer), and completely forgot about it... I happened to find it when i was looking for some fanfiction to read... and I can't believe I'm saying this, but it was absolutely terrebly '-.- but I'm determined to make it so much better and actually finish it this time... the plot is the same, though with a few changes. I changed the name and the appearance of my OC, but her personality remains the same, I have written a prelude, as you can see, and gave background history as to why my OC moved in with the higurashi's
Now, i would like to put in my disclaimers, I don't own Inu Yasha anything, I don't own any legal rights to any merchandice that I use in this chapter by the bands: the exploited or the unseen, and unfortunately i do not own A.F.I.'s 'Morningstar' D': the only thing that i do own is my OC, and anyone affiliated with her from the states.
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Airport: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States:
"Last call for flight 1031, Tokyo, Japan. I repeat, last call for flight 1031, Tokyo, Japan." The announcement was heard through the intercom by a few late passangers. There was one teen girl who seemed like she needed to get on that flight, though being held back by who others would asume her boyfriend.
"Look, Damion, I'm not going to listen to you beg anymore. The plane is going to leave soon and I do not want to miss it!" Shouted the teen girl.
The boy Damion, by appearance, someone would call him a no good punk. And that's what he was. Damion had a medium build, though he wasn't very tall for his age of twenty. He was barely a few inches taller than the average female. All along his body was decorated with tattoos of band symbols and various other things. The clothing he wore were obviously older and well worn, which consisted of vintage skinny jeans, a faded and ripped The Exploited t-shirt and a pair of worn in combat boots.
To say that he was unattractive would be a lie, for the young woman with him used to worship Damion. She would go to hardcore shows in basements of peoples houses and bars, sneaking into ones that were not all ages shows, just to get a chance to see him, to be near him. Eventually he caught on, but didn't care, Damion wanted her as his.
"But Mi, you can't leave! I sware... it'll be different thi..."
"No! It won't be different, not now, not ever!" Shouts back Mizuki.
The girl Mizuki, or Mi, was a very pretty girl, most who could look past the stereotypes, would call her beautiful. She was considered relatively tall for being a girl, reaching five foot seven ath the age of seventeen. Mizuki, unlike most girls, dress what others would consider odd and whore-ish. Today she wore a The Unseen t-shirt, to which was long enough to make it a dress, that she had ripped apart, sown back together and held in some parts by safety pins, with thigh high stockings and Doc Martins that came up below her knees. Her make-up consisted of thick mascara and a heavy smokey eye look. Mizuki liked dramatic eye make-up, she loved how it accented her beautiful blue-green eyes, making them stand out. To go along with her dramatic look, a dark purplely red doned her lips, while a pale pink blush graced her high cheek bones. Mizuki's hair was dyed a firey red with an orange tint tha rested just below her shoulders when in its natural wavy curled state.
"Besides, you aren't supposed to be within one hundred feet of me... Or did you forget the resraigning order, you prick?"
Low blow. Now one would wonder why Mizuki would have a resraigning order against the man she worshiped? Well, lets take a vist into the past, roughly one year. Damion was how most guys would act at the begining of a new relationship, he was kind and loving, always treating Mizuki like she was the best thing that ever happened to him. But all good things must come to an end as they say. And with that, their relationship started falling apart. Damion had become quite controling, never letting Mizuki hang out with her friends, going through her cell phone, to following her everywhere. When I say everywhere, I mean it. If she didn't answer one of his million calls, he would go to her house, her job, anywhere she wwould be, just to find out why she didn't answer. It was border line psyco.
That was only the begining, Damion started becoming abusive, physically and mentally. He would always put Mizuki down, calling her fat whenever she ate fastfood. And to say that was a complete and utter lie, Mizuki was very thin, a long, lean and graceful body, perfect for modeling. After the attacks on Mizuki's physical appearance, Damion would tell her that she was worthless, that no one would ever care about her, that she's be better off dead. With that that no one would care she died and wouldn't miss her.
And that was the final straw. Mizuki was never one to be emotionally strong, so she cracked easily. He only had to tell her she should be dead once, and Mizuki wanted to prove him wrong. She would show him that someone would miss her, even if it wasn't him... Her mother surely would, for Mizuki was her only child...
So one night, she ignored his calls and locked herself into her shoebox of a room. Mizuki couldn't take the abuse anymore, she wanted to end it all. So she would, with the very blade in her hands. There was music playing, the lyrics of A.F.I.'s 'Morningstar' floated through the room.
'Am I the star beneth the stairs? Am I the ghost upon the stage? Am I your anything?'
As Mizuki sheds what she thinks are her final tears, she cuts her wrists, slicing deep. After she has done her deed, she lays there, numb, listening to the rest of the song as it continues:
'And I don't want to die tonight; Will you believe in me? And I don't want to fall into the light'
Everything started to fade all around Mizuki, fading into black. She barely hears her mother entering their small home, or her knocking on Mizuki's door. Yukino, her mother, decided to walk in, there were many nights when her daughter fell asleep with music on. She didn't expect to see her daughter laying in bed, covered in her own blood.
After Mizuki was rushed to the hospital and recovered enough to talk to her mother, she told Yukino everything that Damion had done to her. Everything that drove her into a coner and attempted suicide. Shortly after being released from the hospital, Mizuki started seeing a therapist, while her mother had a resraigning order put on Damion.
Though with all the help and encouragement she received from Yukino, she still couldn't cope... She knew Damion wouldn't follow the resraigning order, for he was an anarchist, laws and rulse to him were ment to be broken, even it ment sending him to jail. So it was decided that she would move to Japan with her cousin, Kagome. And this takes us back to the present.
"But baby, I changed, we can make this work..." Pleaded Damion.
'He's changed alright, he's no longer the man i knew... Now he's reduced to begging for a woman to stay with him!' Mizuki thought "No, it won't work, it didn't then and it won't now... Now goodbye Damion."
Mizuki turns her back on Damion for the last time and walked up to the flight attendant. She was almost there, only a few seconds more and she would never have to deal with this fucking asshole ever again. After the flight attendant checks her ticket and gives her the O.K. to boad the plane, she feels someone hug her from behind. If Damion thought that was going to make her stay, he was so wrong...Mizuki jammed her elbow into his stomach and quickly walked on to the plane.
'Finally, I am going to be free of him...' Mizuki though with a small smile on her face.
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A/N: so there it is.... this is all about why Mizuki moves to Japan, slightly dramatic, no? I though morningstar was the perfect song to put in the suicide scene... i love that song, i practicly start crying when i listen to it... well, r&r please!! expect the next chapter up soon, as i am going to start writing it tonight!! Oh, and i will be posting pictures of mizuki, and maybe damion on photobucket, just search for thisisvicious88, and it will be under the folder with this story's title. thank you guys!!
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Now, i would like to put in my disclaimers, I don't own Inu Yasha anything, I don't own any legal rights to any merchandice that I use in this chapter by the bands: the exploited or the unseen, and unfortunately i do not own A.F.I.'s 'Morningstar' D': the only thing that i do own is my OC, and anyone affiliated with her from the states.
_______________________________________________________________ ___
Airport: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, United States:
"Last call for flight 1031, Tokyo, Japan. I repeat, last call for flight 1031, Tokyo, Japan." The announcement was heard through the intercom by a few late passangers. There was one teen girl who seemed like she needed to get on that flight, though being held back by who others would asume her boyfriend.
"Look, Damion, I'm not going to listen to you beg anymore. The plane is going to leave soon and I do not want to miss it!" Shouted the teen girl.
The boy Damion, by appearance, someone would call him a no good punk. And that's what he was. Damion had a medium build, though he wasn't very tall for his age of twenty. He was barely a few inches taller than the average female. All along his body was decorated with tattoos of band symbols and various other things. The clothing he wore were obviously older and well worn, which consisted of vintage skinny jeans, a faded and ripped The Exploited t-shirt and a pair of worn in combat boots.
To say that he was unattractive would be a lie, for the young woman with him used to worship Damion. She would go to hardcore shows in basements of peoples houses and bars, sneaking into ones that were not all ages shows, just to get a chance to see him, to be near him. Eventually he caught on, but didn't care, Damion wanted her as his.
"But Mi, you can't leave! I sware... it'll be different thi..."
"No! It won't be different, not now, not ever!" Shouts back Mizuki.
The girl Mizuki, or Mi, was a very pretty girl, most who could look past the stereotypes, would call her beautiful. She was considered relatively tall for being a girl, reaching five foot seven ath the age of seventeen. Mizuki, unlike most girls, dress what others would consider odd and whore-ish. Today she wore a The Unseen t-shirt, to which was long enough to make it a dress, that she had ripped apart, sown back together and held in some parts by safety pins, with thigh high stockings and Doc Martins that came up below her knees. Her make-up consisted of thick mascara and a heavy smokey eye look. Mizuki liked dramatic eye make-up, she loved how it accented her beautiful blue-green eyes, making them stand out. To go along with her dramatic look, a dark purplely red doned her lips, while a pale pink blush graced her high cheek bones. Mizuki's hair was dyed a firey red with an orange tint tha rested just below her shoulders when in its natural wavy curled state.
"Besides, you aren't supposed to be within one hundred feet of me... Or did you forget the resraigning order, you prick?"
Low blow. Now one would wonder why Mizuki would have a resraigning order against the man she worshiped? Well, lets take a vist into the past, roughly one year. Damion was how most guys would act at the begining of a new relationship, he was kind and loving, always treating Mizuki like she was the best thing that ever happened to him. But all good things must come to an end as they say. And with that, their relationship started falling apart. Damion had become quite controling, never letting Mizuki hang out with her friends, going through her cell phone, to following her everywhere. When I say everywhere, I mean it. If she didn't answer one of his million calls, he would go to her house, her job, anywhere she wwould be, just to find out why she didn't answer. It was border line psyco.
That was only the begining, Damion started becoming abusive, physically and mentally. He would always put Mizuki down, calling her fat whenever she ate fastfood. And to say that was a complete and utter lie, Mizuki was very thin, a long, lean and graceful body, perfect for modeling. After the attacks on Mizuki's physical appearance, Damion would tell her that she was worthless, that no one would ever care about her, that she's be better off dead. With that that no one would care she died and wouldn't miss her.
And that was the final straw. Mizuki was never one to be emotionally strong, so she cracked easily. He only had to tell her she should be dead once, and Mizuki wanted to prove him wrong. She would show him that someone would miss her, even if it wasn't him... Her mother surely would, for Mizuki was her only child...
So one night, she ignored his calls and locked herself into her shoebox of a room. Mizuki couldn't take the abuse anymore, she wanted to end it all. So she would, with the very blade in her hands. There was music playing, the lyrics of A.F.I.'s 'Morningstar' floated through the room.
'Am I the star beneth the stairs? Am I the ghost upon the stage? Am I your anything?'
As Mizuki sheds what she thinks are her final tears, she cuts her wrists, slicing deep. After she has done her deed, she lays there, numb, listening to the rest of the song as it continues:
'And I don't want to die tonight; Will you believe in me? And I don't want to fall into the light'
Everything started to fade all around Mizuki, fading into black. She barely hears her mother entering their small home, or her knocking on Mizuki's door. Yukino, her mother, decided to walk in, there were many nights when her daughter fell asleep with music on. She didn't expect to see her daughter laying in bed, covered in her own blood.
After Mizuki was rushed to the hospital and recovered enough to talk to her mother, she told Yukino everything that Damion had done to her. Everything that drove her into a coner and attempted suicide. Shortly after being released from the hospital, Mizuki started seeing a therapist, while her mother had a resraigning order put on Damion.
Though with all the help and encouragement she received from Yukino, she still couldn't cope... She knew Damion wouldn't follow the resraigning order, for he was an anarchist, laws and rulse to him were ment to be broken, even it ment sending him to jail. So it was decided that she would move to Japan with her cousin, Kagome. And this takes us back to the present.
"But baby, I changed, we can make this work..." Pleaded Damion.
'He's changed alright, he's no longer the man i knew... Now he's reduced to begging for a woman to stay with him!' Mizuki thought "No, it won't work, it didn't then and it won't now... Now goodbye Damion."
Mizuki turns her back on Damion for the last time and walked up to the flight attendant. She was almost there, only a few seconds more and she would never have to deal with this fucking asshole ever again. After the flight attendant checks her ticket and gives her the O.K. to boad the plane, she feels someone hug her from behind. If Damion thought that was going to make her stay, he was so wrong...Mizuki jammed her elbow into his stomach and quickly walked on to the plane.
'Finally, I am going to be free of him...' Mizuki though with a small smile on her face.
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A/N: so there it is.... this is all about why Mizuki moves to Japan, slightly dramatic, no? I though morningstar was the perfect song to put in the suicide scene... i love that song, i practicly start crying when i listen to it... well, r&r please!! expect the next chapter up soon, as i am going to start writing it tonight!! Oh, and i will be posting pictures of mizuki, and maybe damion on photobucket, just search for thisisvicious88, and it will be under the folder with this story's title. thank you guys!!
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