InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ battered and bruised ❯ Off to an early start ( Chapter 5 )

LAST TIME

He decided that day to not care about anyone cause obviously they didn't care about him. He left his room that day and anyone who was mean to him got what they deserved. Eventually he grew cold and hatefully and the loving little boy was no more. He had been turned into a thing to be feared by the very people he was supposed to be able to be trust. They had taken a wonderful happy person and made him bitter and vengeful.

The path to the house comes from every door on the right side and converges at a central pint, where it heads to the house. He ran down the first isle, the door he came through lead to that one, and turned down the far road. In the first spot closest to him in the second row, across from where he entered, was the truck he wanted to take. It was his newest possession. A red, full size, uncapped, crew cab, Nissan Titan, "o4 with 24" chrome spinner rims and a tricked out interior with black suede header and seats with red flame shaped suede inlays. The whole theme of this particular truck was flames. It was everywhere there could tastefully be flames. Even the key was one of those cool painted keys with flames on it. It had the new xm radio and the back seat held two huge subwoofers there was a cd player and an mp3 player as well as two fold down TV screens and a dvd player. It looked like a car of mtv pimp my ride to the tenth power. There was a remote starter and seat warmers and everything you could imagine but the kitchen sink. Any way… he hopped inside and stared it up. He pulled out of the spot, hit the garage door opener, and sped out of the garage. He drove fast down the driveway to the front of his humble (ha ya right) abode. Then he hopped out, leaving the engine running and opened the tailgate. Being his super human self he loaded the truck in no time while listening to his favorite cd on his awesome sound system. It was the Linkin Park Hybrid Theory Cd. When he was done he left the truck where it was, but turned it off and locked it up. He headed back inside to find it was already 12:30 A.M. and he had two hours to sleep before he had to get up and shower and go to work. 'Oh well I might as well get my shower now because two hours of sleep aint worth shit. That dumb ass wench better appreciate what I'm doing for her! If she doesn't then she can kiss my ass. Stupid brain dead wench letting herself get all beat up and shit. Weak human woman! Why would anyone hurt a poor girl like that? I doubt she did anything to deserve that. Poor wench could've died.' He thought as he ran his water for his shower. Once it was hot enough he stripped down and tossed his clothes in the hamper for the made to wash. He slowly got into the steamy shower room thingy. It's one of those glass rooms with all the showerheads in different directions. He sighed ass the water soothed all his tense muscled and he let his mind wander to where ever it went when he didn't keep it focused. He found himself day dreaming about ramen and pokey. When he final snapped out of it he realized he had drooled down his finely chiseled, sculpted, perfect, (uh where was I oh yea lol sry) chest. He grumbled to himself about food as he grabbed his favorite garnie fruitice shampoo and lathered his hair, being especially careful of his two fuzzy ears that were hiding in the mass of shagginess on the top of his head. He carefully cleaned their fur and rinsed his entire head. He then shook the water from his ears and plastered them to his head once more, where they would stay so no one would gawk at them. He grabbed his soap and washed everything else ( ;) ) and then he walked out of the shower. He shook his entire body off for about thirty seconds and grabbed a towel. After towel drying his hair and body he discarded the towel with his clothing and headed down the hall to his room. Once there he pulled on some clean boxers and headed down the grand staircase to his kitchen. He grabbed some coco puffs and milk for breakfast, catching the clock on the microwave, which read 1:55 A.M. 'Wow it's two already! I must have zoned out for a while. Oh well I got another half hour before I gotta leave.'He ate his breakfast and then went back upstairs to change. He walked into his huge closet and pulled out some black jean shorts and a red Billabong t-shirt. He put on some socks and his black and red Vans and ran out down the stairs and out to his truck, just managing to grab his wallet and keys that laid on the counter near the door. When he hopped into the truck and started it his music blared to life and he closed the door. In a trail of dust he was gone. Off to the races so to speak, or as he liked to call it operation piss off nurse Sango and break some rules. Ok so it wasn't exactly catchy but hey who cared. It was fun or so he thought it would be….