InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fortunate Bad Luck ❯ No home to go too ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

As I stood there, on this sunny day, I could hear Life laughing at me.

In fact, it was laughing hysterically.

Taunting me, making the sun shine on the day my Grandfather's funeral.

I wore a black 1940's American dress.

My hair was pulled up into a French twist.

I had no make up on and tears were running down my face.

I was flanked by my best friends, my only family left.

Inuyasha held onto my hand and Kikyou held my other one.

She had become my rock.

She knew how I felt, except for the fact she still had her little sister.

Sango stood behind me with her hands on my shoulders.

I bowed my head as I listened to the voice of the Shinto Priest.

Shippou had brought his girlfriend Rin, she was new to our ever steadily growing group.

Rin was a sweet girl, very innocent and naive.

She always had a bright smile to grace everyone even though she was like me.

Her parents died when their house had gotten robbed.

She had hid under the mattress in her room.

She heard the screams of her mother and the terrible noise of gunshots.

I was luckier than her.

I could hear the voice in my head whisper to me again.

“Stand strong proud rock, change things wise water, and make things move brave and terrible wind.”

I knew not what it meant.

Though that voice did give me comfort in my time of need.

The wind blew, blowing a few pieces of hair out of my French twist.

I heard footsteps approach the grave site.

I looked up and saw that it was Sesshoumaru.

He had brought a bouquet of purple hyacinths.*

I smiled weakly as the tears fell down my face.

I felt foolish for crying, but I needed to.

The funeral was over and the clouds rolled in covering the sun.

I grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it into the grave.

Sesshoumaru handed me the flowers and nodded that I through them into the grave.

I did as he told me to.

I felt at peace, knowing that my Grandfather was finally with our family.

Everyone had walked away from the site and went to their cars or piled into others' cars.

I stayed by the gravesite.

I watched them fill in the hole that held the black casket.

The rain started to fall, as if the Angels wept with me.

I stood there getting soaked.

My silk dress clung to my body, molding to my form.

My hair had long since fallen out of its confines.

It fell limp against my back, black as ink.

I knew someone was standing next to me.

I felt that heated, hardened gaze.

I looked over at him, I stared into his Golden eyes.

“Yes?” I asked, my voice cracking from long hours of crying.

“You're going to catch a cold,” he stated as though it were a fact.

I laughed, it was not a kind laugh, it was empty and cynical.

“Why do you care if I get sick?” I asked him staring straight into his soul.

He unnerved me with the way he looked at me.

Hell, he unnerved me with the way he just looked in general.

He was too perfect.

He was too cold and unfeeling; but in that moment he looked worried.

“I don't know why I care, I just do,” he said looking away from me with a pink tint to his cheeks.

I grinned slightly.

I knew what he meant, sometimes I cared but I didn't know why either.

I grabbed his hand; we walked down the street to my home, the only thing I really had left.

We were silent.

He hardly ever talked anyways, but I really had nothing to say.

He walked me up the stairs and to my door.

He looked down at me and I looked up at him.

My heart was racing like never before.

He leaned down and kissed my cheek, and then he left.

I watched him walk down the shrine steps.

I knew who he was going to.

He was going to go see his beautiful and kind girlfriend Kagura.

I smiled sadly as I turned and opened the door.

The creaking sound welcomed me home.

I stepped inside and looked around.

I felt so alone.

“Hello, home,” I whispered into the silence.

I held back the tears that threatened to spill out.

I walked into the den and to the old recliner where my Grandfather spent his last hours.

I sat down in it and smelled his musky old smell.

He smelled like pine.

Before I knew it, it was dark.

I had fallen asleep in the old chair.

I was damp from my walk in the rain.

I slowly got up and slid my feet along the tile of the kitchen to the old wooden stairs.

I grabbed a hold of the rail and looked up into the looming darkness.

It called to me, it called me into it's warm embrace.

I climbed the wooden stairs.

I could hear them speaking to me, reassuring me that this was my house.

I got to my room and turned the golden knob.

I slowly pushed open my door and saw what little moon light there was cascade through my window.

It was like a beacon of hope, the hope I needed so badly.

I changed from my damp silk dress, hanging it up in my closet to dry.

I pulled on a pair of pajama pants on that had Sakura blossoms printed on them.

I pulled on an old tee-shirt of my dad's and climbed into my bed.

The sheets were cold against my semi-warm body.

I soon closed my eyes to sleep.

Sneaking around below my room were two men dressed in black.

They looted the T.V, a few feudal era paintings, and the silver ware.

They knocked over a vase of flowers on to a power cord and it sparked and fizzled.

A small fired had started in the den.

The fire alarms went off and I bolted up.

The two men ran, never getting caught for their actions.

I sat in my bed for a few moments.

I realized what was happening and I gathered up as much of my things as I could.

I dropped them onto the wet grass below my window.

I grabbed the last thing that I wanted, a picture of my mother, father, my unborn brother, me, and my grandpa in front of the God Tree.

I swung my legs over the ledge of my window and jumped into the nearby tree.

I scraped my knees, hands, and feet; but I did not care.

I gathered my things up and ran to the steps and stood there watching the flames climb up to the second story of my beloved home.

It licked the roof top and ate my home up.

I watched everything burn up, I watched my life blow away in the wind as ashes.

The fire fighters pushed me out of the way but they had not come in time.

My home was nothing but a blackened frame.

Its bones were what was left.

I lost the only thing that was left to me by my parents and Grandfather.

I put the things I had grabbed into my yellow back pack and walked down the shrine steps.

I took one last look and saw the God Tree weeping its leaves.

I knew then Life was trying to take away my everything.

Kagome: NOW I'M HOMELESS?!

Allie: Yup…

Kagome: Grrreat such bad things happen to me…

Allie: Yup…

Kagome: Life is out to get me…haha *Brings out an Uzi*

Allie: Uh oh!

*Life runs and hides*

*Kagome finds life and shoots it full of holes!*