InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Curse passed on once more ❯ Can't you see? ( Chapter 4 )

Hello mates. What's up? Well here goes chapter four. I changed her name in the 2nd chapter, yes I know, I know. But you'll see why. Her name means `good girl' now, so I hope it works. Any way… onward!!!

Disclaimer: Don't own InuYasha characters, would like to borrow a couple for a while though…^_^;;

Chapter Four:

Yoko did a lot of things…, but she didn't disobey her parents, therefore she didn't take off the cloth and beads on her hand. She never asked about it, it made her too angry, and in turn her parents never bothered to tell her. This too fueled an anger in her. 12 years and the anger grew to hatred for her body, and her life.

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Yoko slowly opened her eyes, hearing a noise behind her sub-conscience She groaned and rolled over when she saw her mother moving about in her room.

"Gods, I don't know how you can live in all of this mess" Sago said in an exasperated tone, picking up dirt covered hakamas and hair ties. Her response was and angry growl from her daughter.

"Get up Yoko, we are going out today. Wash up, and please put on some clothes and comb your hair. People already think you're a homeless boy."

Yoko sat up in her bed, glaring at her mother. Sango glared back and they stayed in t hat stalemate for several minutes. Yoko made an impatient sound, stuck her tongue out and buried back into the sheets.

"Ohh, I'm scared.." Sango mocked pulling the sheets down from her daughters head. "Get up, now. You've got 15 minutes…"

The girl rolled her eyes, and shifted from one foot to another. She was wrapped in a sort of shimmery, very uncomfortable material, and was ready to rip it off and leave.

"Stop fidgeting" he mother scolded. Yoko looked around the sun-lit shop at all the rows on row of fabric. Every color, every pattern imaginable. It made her dizzy and annoyed.

"Why do I have to get such an elaborate kimono? I don't even wear the ones I already have. This is really stupid" Yoko shot angrily at her mother. Sango looked at her daughter, who, for once, looked clean and presentable. Her hair though it hung in her face and down her back, had none of its former tangles and knots. Though Sango was sure she had never said it enough, her daughter was truly beautiful. Her face was radiant though she never smiled enough and her eyes glittered and danced, but never with their own light. She sighed.

"We have been through this already. This dress is for your wedding ceremony, you are of age…"

Yoko pulled her hair violently from her face, and looked unbelievingly at her mother.

"What the hell are you talking about?" she yelled at her mother, who looked up sharply. Yoko didn't apologize for her curse. The shop keeper looked up from her measurements, quietly excusing herself from the growing argument.

"You never said anything about getting married!"

"I told you two weeks ago…"

"YOU knew I wasn't listening, I probably agreed just to get you off my back…" Sango's eyes flashed in anger, but Yoko still didn't apologize.

"I can't believe you." She said her voice sounding a little panicked. She began stepping out of the smothering cloth.

"Where are you going? The dress isn't finished!"

"The hell it isn't…" Yoko shot back at her mother, removing the last of the unfinished dress and running from the shop. She heard Sango calling her back but she didn't look back. It was a beautiful day outside the shop, but Yoko hardly noticed as she ran towards her house, and when she did, it hardly helped to lighten her mood.

Yoko saw her house, she stopped running but her pace was still quick. Miroku coming from around the house, saw her and remembered Sango wanted him to `talk' to her about the arrangements. He was glad Sango wasn't with her, it would already be awkward enough. He waved at her to come over, but she walked right past, not saying a word. He frowned at her disrespect but caught up to her soon enough. Her grabbed her arm pulling her to face him.

Yoko wasn't surprised that her father held her arm, but all the same she growled at him in her blind anger. She wrench her arm from his grasp and continued walking up the path, he was one of the last people she wanted to see at the moment. Miroku's temper wasn't holding very well, and again he caught his daughter's arm. She tried to pull away but he held fast.

"Let. Go. Of. Me." She ground out through clenched teeth. But his grip only tightened his eyes flashing in anger but she didn't flinch.

"Yoko, my daughter, what are you so angry about?"

"You!" she spat at him, Miroku looked taken back. "You planned to marry me off to some guy, didn't you?" she now screamed at him. "I hate you let go of me!" she tried to wrench her arm away again to no avail.

Miroku looked down on his daughter with burning eyes, but she did not back down.

"I am not," he began, " marring you `off' to some guy. Your marriage was planned from birth, you and Kioshi are engaged and a marriage will follow." He smiled to himself thinking she might calm down at the news. But his daughter's eyes only blazed further.

"Aarrrhhhhhgghh…" Yoko screamed, all of the fear and anger rising in her chest and bursting forth. She jerked her arm violently in her father's grasp. "I hate you, I hate you ALL! Evil DEMONS!" she snarled, turning on heal waking away, almost running. Miroku looked at his daughter's retreating form, ready to explode in his own anger.

"Come back, you will listen to me about this…"He yelled forcefully. Yoko stopped, her body tensed, shoulders shaking. She turned slowly to her father visibly trying to control her rage. A sadistic smile played at her lips.

"Listen….to you…?" She asked her voice impassive, and threatening. "I will, Never listen to you again." Her hands balled into tight fists at her side, her body trembling uncontrollably now. She looked at her father. He had been there all her life, always. How could this have gone so very wrong?

"All…all my life I listened to you. Your stupid stories, stupid pats on the head, telling me `I'm soo cute…' Ha!" she spat bitterly. "And then this…this thing on my hand." She thrust the offending limb out in front of her. "You are evil.." she choked on a wayward sob. "And I will never listen to you, I control my life, not your words. I do what I will…!" she yelled at him.

Yoko tore the cloth and beads away, thinking to throw it to the ground and end her painful curiosity, the cloth gaped and an unseen force pushed her back….

Miroku watched the cloth gape as if in slow-motion. His daughter pulled at it roughly, and flew backwards with a terrified scream.

"Nooo!…" he yelled rushing to her. The wind-tunnel showed and began to vacuum in at a tremendous speed. The ground shook as large pieces rose and flew into her hands. The wind roared in his ears and he heard her scream again. `What have I done? How can I stop this, it is to late?'

His eyes watered as the wind rushed harshly all around them. He could hardly see and a fear so strong, rose in his throat making him choke. Rational thought refused to return to his mind, but if he did nothing they both would surly die. Her held Yoko's body tightly against his, as trees began to struggle their roots form the ground.

He saw the discarded beads rising towards the encompassing tunnel. His relief was sort lived, but hope wasn't gone. He grabbed for them, feeling the pull of the wind. He swung them over her outstretched hand, caught the flapping cloth pulled it down crossing the beads around it in one swift familiar motion. The wind died away and the objects fell dejectedly, tree limbs, rocks, huge chunks of earth, all to the ground; Like stings cut from puppets.

Miroku sat back on his heals in the dirt, he still held on tightly to his daughter. She was limp in his arms, fainted from the shock. But she her body jerked violently in his arms, and she stirred. Her body stiffened, and she moved forcefully, scrambling from his grip. Yoko stood unsteadily, and stared down at him with a mix of fear, horror, anger. but not one tear. Mrroku looked on confused at her disrespect and apprehension. He had only once seen her cry, when she was born, but even now he was surprised at her foolishness. Her eyes showed too much white, and she backed away from his rising form, pain flashing brightly in her eyes.

"How…how could you?" Yoko whispered hoarsely. "Wh-why didn't you tell me…that I was this….this monster…..this, this freak?" She looked up at Miroku, a silent pleading so strongly seen in her eyes, he felt the most guilty twinge in hie chest. "What…what did I do to make you hate me this much?, to curse me thus?, to keep this from me?"

"Little one…" he held out his hand insistent for her to come to him. "As your father I…." He faltered as her cynical voice cut through his.

"No. no, you are not my father…You are NOT my father" she yelled, her voice torn painfully from her throat. She rushed past Miroku into the house behind them, thankfully not damaged. He was stunned, stunned so that he couldn't form a single thought. Every part of him felt numb. He felt mortified at the sorrowful words his daughter had uttered, defeat he sank to the ruined ground once again, sighing heavily. Waves of despair washed over him, the sting of tears in his eyes, and he cursed silently. Behind he heard a noise and turned. Sango, Kagome and InuYasha stood there looking at him questioningly. He looked briefly at the house his only child had disappeared into, then hung his head in despondency at a loss for his daughter.

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Well…um…if you hate it go check out some really awesome fanfics by theMaven, SimplyaLady and Wickedoni. By the way, I applaud you all, and love your stories. I understand now what the 28th chapter in your story was(theMaven) and take back what I said. Keep writing, I can't wait to find out what kind of endings, and new stories you guys will have. All the best, and Wickedoni your typos in the last chapter were delicious.

Ma Affecteux.