InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Betrayal ❯ Chapter 2

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A dream. How was I to know that it was something but. I woke up to a normal day, with the sun bright and shiny illuminating my room. I saw my crumpled sheets below me and the various items hanging and atop my dressers. My music was playing at a reasonable tone and clothes lay scattered upon the floor from the previous night. I felt strange, I felt that there was more that what had went on that night. That day in the woods. Was it real? Was it fake? Somehow, I just couldn’t bring my mind to say it was just my imagination. It felt so real, but the odd thing was. I felt like I belonged.

I finally got up, taking in the morning air and letting my arms stretch around me from morning stiffness. I yawned and got out of bed heading straight towards the bathroom not far from my room. On the way, I stumbled against a few magazines filled with the current celebrities and hot new stories.

The bathroom was the same, a mess of a room and had the faint smell of soap and morning tidiness. I yawned again, taking my place before the mirror and peered at my reflection. I was an ordinary girl, or one would interpret. I had long dark brown hair, the usual, and my eyes were an unusual green. I didn’t complain though, I like green eyes. My lips were tender with a bit of sass. I smirked at myself, I was pretty. I was pretty for a regular school girl. My body type was slim, which I worked VERY hard for, and wrapped around my bust was a tight black tank top accompanied by white pajama pants. It was rare for me to wear pajamas because usually I would work myself to drowsiness with homework and have no more energy left to change.

So there I was, a regular straight A student. I’m supposed to be perfect, the perfect daughter and the perfect person. I’m not. Everyone knows that, nobody is perfect. With a little sigh, I extended my arm out to the toothbrushes and picked up the pink crested brush only to apply the thick toothpaste upon the bristles.

I don’t know what I had experienced that night. I don’t know what I had felt, but I kept seeing those illuminating golden eyes. The lips of a stranger, speaking such crude words. Hair so flowing beautifully in the wind. A demon... He said he was a demon. But demons aren’t real. Or rather, perhaps there were secrets in the world I had yet to reveal. Demons.

The toothbrush dropped from my hand as I leaned closer to the sink, my eyes watered as various laughs escaped my mouth. I was laughing. I couldn’t believe myself, I was starting to believe that demons were real! Demons were a myth creature and here I am, believing in them. Witnessing one? It all seemed so surreal. Surely, I was driving myself crazy.

I turned on the faucet and let the water stream down, buzzing into a million little bubbles as it hit the sink material. I sighed, the laughs evaporating from my mouth, I wrapped my palm around the toothbrush and cleaned the paste residue from the bristles and returned the utensil back in its spot.

“Misuzu! It’s time for school!” My mothers voice erupted my train of thought and made me curse at the time. My thoughts had taken the best of me and now I knew it was getting late. With much agility, I ran to my room and starting grabbing at shirts and pants, hurrying to find the best matched outfit.

My name is Misuzu Ichiro, the first daughter of the Ichiro household. My mother is a very fare woman, she’s young but slowly getting along the top of the hill. She has the same brown hair as mine, so I assume I got my color from her. Her eyes, however, are a deep brown. When I was a child, I could have swore I could sense a bit of silver in them as well. She works at the hospital not to far from here and takes care of the mental. An Asylum some may assume.

My father is a tall gentleman who is rarely home. He goes off to the army and helps fight for our country. His eyes are the green my eyes take after. I loved that trait about him and I can’t help but wonder how my mom had scene him back in her days. The thought made me blush and I finally buckle my belt, grasping for my black backpack.

“Ready, Mother!” I call down to her, hopping down the stairs by two’s. She greets me at the door and once she caught site of me, she walks out the door heading for her car. I would drive myself, my our family was going through some financial troubles not long ago. They couldn’t afford a car for me, and neither my money could help.

The school I attend isn’t all the best place to be. There are a lot of gangs and the teachers aren’t much help either. The hallways always have that same creepy feeling to them, as if they hadn’t been waxed in what seems like forever. In a way, I do like the school because it’s where I met all of my friends and have a swell time. Lunch hour, you can go wherever your heart desires as long as your back by the next period.

The car ride didn’t take long and I had arrived just in time to see my best friend. She always waits for me at the edge of the doors carrying her books and her backpack slung upon her shoulder. Today, she wore a beautiful belly shirt with what looked like diamonds embroidering it. She had a jacket to go over it, hiding most of her skin and she wore regular jeans that extended into a bell at her boots. I’ve known this girl ever since the third grade and we had been friends ever since.

“Good morning, Chidori! How are you?” I greeted her, taking place beside her and entering the big building. She smiled and ran her fingertips through her light brown hair, letting her bright blue eyes wonder to the walls.

“Oh, Good morning, Misuzu. I’m well today, though a little tired. I wanted to stay home today, but alas.. I couldn’t. Tough luck eh?” She giggled, holding her textbooks tightly across her chest. It was a habit she picked up ever since she began grow breasts, probably because she was a very shy girl. I nodded in response heading towards my locker and gaining interest in the little lock, making sure I did the code right. “You left your hair down? Let me guess, woke up a little late?”

I chuckled, she was wrong. I was just lost in crazy little thoughts running through my mind. I was late because I was thinking about a certain demon that appeared in a dream, only it wasn’t a dream because it was reality. Another world or a portal to another universe! “yeah, I woke up late. Silly of me. I should break that habit of mine.” I grabbed a textbook and shoved the thing in my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder again and adjusting the strap to a comfortable position.

“Yeah... I don’t see how you could over sleep though. I haven’t done that in ages.” Chidori ran her fingers through her hair again and leaned her small back against the lockers, holding tightly to her texts. I copied her stance, leaning my own back against the horrid yellow lockers. We just stood there, enjoying each others company with nothing to say. “There’s a new student in one of my classes....” She began, I shifted my body towards her, listening to her words. “I think I-”

The bell tone rang, shutting off her words and interrupting her. I looked up at the speaker and then adjusted my backpack again, glancing back at her. Chidori turned her blue hues to the side shaking her head.

“Never mind then. I’ll see you in class, Misuzu.” With that, Chidori smiled and waved goodbye, departing towards her class. I shrugged, thinking nothing of it and headed towards my own first hour.

The day didn’t take to long, it really was just an ordinary day. I saw Chidori a few times in the hallways, but not long enough for conversations. We said our daily ‘hi’s and passed to our next classes. Finally, the day was over and I found myself once more at my locker, deducting the mass of books in my pack and readying myself to leave the school. It was a relief, knowing that I didn’t have homework that day and I could just relax for the rest until the day becomes night.

I stepped out into the cool afternoon and took in a gust of air. Smiling, I brushed my long hair from my face and headed on towards home. My heart began to thump in my chest for an odd reason and I stopped, putting a hand upon my breast. It was unusual. The park was nearby, and to calm my nerves I decided to sit in one of the swings and let time pass me by. It wasn’t long before I came upon the child’s sanctuary. It was peaceful as well, the park was empty but a few kids playing in the sandbox. I smiled at them and made my way to the swings.

I have always had an interest in the swings, when I was little every recess I had, I swung upon the swings. I felt as if I could fly on them, and I loved the idea of flying. I plopped my rear upon the black rubber and used my feet to push the swing back, letting myself go forward against the wind. I smiled to myself, the park brought back a lot of memories, of my childhood.

“Hello there.” A male’s voice protruded towards my ears and I looked up to see an utmost handsome man I had ever laid eyes on. His hair was the finest black and his eyes were the darkest brown I had ever seen. His skin was pale, like the moonlight in the night. He leaned against the swing bars and grinned at me. His smile, his grin It made my heart beat rapidly. Perhaps it was fate, Perhaps it was destiny, but I suddenly knew why my heart was racing before I appeared at the park. He wore a dark trench coat, hiding his inner clothes. I smiled at him, lost in his gaze and stood up from the swing, giving him a slight bow.

“Hello. My name is Misuzu Ichiro. You?” I asked him politely, I couldn’t tear my gaze from him, It was as if my eyes were glued to his beauty. This strange man, who was he? Why did he have such an effect on me anyhow? I clasp my hands together out of nervousness and awaited his response.

The man grinned, watching me closely. “Does a name mean so much to you in this world?” In this world? What did he mean? I wondered, but I still couldn’t pull away from his gaze. “Uruki.” His name was uruki.

“Uruki?” I repeated his name, his lovely name and my breathing became harder. He stepped close and I felt a familiar headache in my brain. My skull pulsing. I was going under, I could sense it. The dream that wasn’t a dream. It was returning to me. I tried to hold back, I didn’t want to go, but this man Uruki had rested a hand upon my shoulder and I could do nothing but fall to the ground in a dead faint. The smell of fresh greens and rich soil came back to me. I had returned.