InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Learn To Trust ❯ Same As Always ( Chapter 1 )

Learn To Trust

 

 

Chapter 1

 

Same As Always

 

Where there is love, there is pain~ Spanish Proverb

 

 

I threw my arm over my eyes hoping to catch a little more sleep before I had to get ready, but I already knew that wasn't going to happen so I stayed in bed a little while longer in favor of not moving my badly damaged body. My dear ole dad got drunk and again blamed me for something and we fought, the bastard. He tends to hit a lot harder if I fight back.

 

The sun is starting to really bug the shit out of me since I can see the rays over my arms. I lifted my arm up and my eyes squinting against the light to look at the time on my watch; 6:35 am. I sighed and slowly sat up hoping not to upset my wounds too much. I managed to bandage them after I woke up from the fight, yeah I was knocked out.

 

I climbed out the bed taking my time, my body screaming at me for a few more hours of sleep. Instead of listening, I walked to my dresser and pulling out clothes to wear to school today. I then grabbed my washing cloth, towel, shampoo, soap, toothbrush and toothpaste and headed to the bathroom. I refuse to keep my shit in the bathroom any longer, there's no telling if those people who call themselves my parents used them. If they did it wouldn't be the first time. I turned on the shower then turned to the sink, waiting for the shower to heat up. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, cleansing off any sleep that remained on me.

 

I stood up and slowly started taking off my clothes and putting it on a pile on the floor. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, it only showed waist up. What I saw disgusted me, my whole body not only felt like hell it looked like hell. There were bruise spots all over my body form the kicks and punches the bastard gave me. I seriously look like a black and purple cheetah. Along with that I had a cloth bandaged wrapped tight around my stomach, chest and finally my left shoulder, which hurt to move. I had a bandage over my right elbow, and finally a small one around my right hand, which was unlucky for me since I was a righty. My face was no better; I had one black eye, a busted lip. My left cheek was swollen a bit; ice helped it from getting bigger. I was just going to have to use my regular excuse that I normally used; I got in a fight with some guy on the street. People bought that one easily.

 

I'm not an ugly guy, even though a person probably couldn't tell by looking at my `new features'. I know I look good. Girls, hell even guys, told me I'm good looking. First off I'm not a bit overweight, you can't be overweight if you're fucking starving most of the time, and I wouldn't be surprised if I was underweight. Anything I do gain, if I gain anything would be immediately toned, seeing how I workout any chance I get. It's the only way to survive in my house. I'm about 6'1, tan skin that lately been looking on the pale side. My eyes are on of unnatural color violet, many people think I have contacts on but I don't. My hair is also unnatural but it runs in the family. I have long midnight black hair, very thick too. It goes all the way down to my ass, for some reason my father has this fetish about me keeping my hair long, his is longer than mine, his stopped at his knees. My brother's hair is longer than mine but shorter than his, well it was the last time I seen him.

 

I remember one day, a couple of years ago, I came home with my hair cut to the middle of my back. I got tired of being called a girl, with my hair being so long. Unfortunately my father didn't care what my reason was. He was livid, talking about family honor, it being a tradition in the family for our hair to be long and all that shit. Long story short, he beat the shit out of me so bad I was unconscious for two days. My mother chose that time in the tiny few to actually act like a mother to me and watched over me till I woke up. After that I never cut my hair again.

 

I slowly started the process of taking off my bandages because they would be to use to me wet. It took a whole ten minutes. I threw those in the pile with my clothes to be washed.

 

I stepped in the warm shower, only flinching a bit when the water touched my cut that was on my right arm. I got that when I fell against the glass cup that shattered, during the fight. Overall, the shower was fucking great against my body. I closed my eyes letting my mind take me far away. I was so relaxed under that water that I didn't even realized I was drifting asleep till I almost slipped when I started to lean. After catching myself I started the painful chore of washing my abused body, then my hair. Once done with my shower, and dried off, I wrapped a towel around me picked up my clothes and went to my room.

 

I threw my clothes in the basket that was getting full, made a note to wash clothes later. I put new bandages on and dressed in baggy jeans, a long cotton red shirt, and red timberlands that I got a while a go with my check when I got promoted from work. I looked at my watch it read 7:20 am. I grabbed my backpack, threw on a hoodie, took a deep breath and headed out the door. I went downstairs, and instead of going to the kitchen that I knew was empty of food, I went toward the living room knowing my father passed out there. He was on the couch when I came too around one in the morning.

 

I came to a stop at the scene in the living room that made me want to throw up. I turned back around went back upstairs and to the hallway closet, grabbed a sheet and went back downstairs throwing it over my naked parents who didn't even have the decency to fuck in their own room that was down the hall. I dreaded what I had to do next.

 

“Dad,” I called standing in the middle of the room. The bastard didn't even move. “Toga.” I said calling him by his first name, nothing. “Toga, get up. You have to go to work.” This time he grunts and pulls my mother closer. “DAD,” I yelled.

 

“I fucking heard your loud ass the first fucking time.” He yelled back angrily without opening his eyes, he doesn't even make an appoint to move. “So shut the fuck up.” Anyone can clearly see where I get my `colorful' language from.

 

“If you would get up I wouldn't have to keep yelling for you to wake up.” I answered just as angrily, I calmed down though, not wanting to get a fight with him before school. “Its pass seven thirty and you have to be to work before nine. If you keep going in late you'll get fired.”

 

“Just go, Toga.” My dear mother said sitting up sleepy, wrapping the sheet around her body and looked at her husband tiredly. “Besides don't you get your pay check today, and we out of liquor.” Just like a total drunk not even worrying that we ran out of food two days ago. The man who called himself my father, yawned and threw back the sheet and stood up, I turned away disgusted.

“Inuyasha,” he said to me, I turned my head slightly in recognition, “how much money you have on you?” He asked. I heard some rustling behind me so I knew he was putting something on, thank God.

 

I swore under my breath, it was an everyday routine, “What for?” I asked crossing my arms.

 

“Don't worry about that, do you have any or not?”

 

“It's going to the rent.” I simply answered.

 

“Give it to me.” He said coming behind me, I turned to him with a `are you kidding' look.

 

“We are already late in paying the rent if we are late any longer we'll get thrown out.” I said when I saw the serious look on his face. At that instinct I knew a fight couldn't be avoided.

 

“I got a check coming-”

 

“That will no doubt go to alcohol or the fucking drugs you use. I bet you didn't even realize that this fucking house has no food in it. You didn't even put in half of this months rent, it all came out of me.” I yelled. “While your lazy ass-” I didn't even get to finish as I was punched hard in my stomach, the air escaping out of me. I went to my knees clutching my stomach trying to get air in my lungs despite the pain.

 

“YOU BETTER WHAT YOU FUCKING MOUTH BOY.” He screamed at me while standing over me. “I didn't ask you for the money, I demanded it. Now give it to me.” I looked up at my mother, she was simply staring at me with a bored look on her face, and then to her husband and sighed. I chuckled under my breath and gave up. I pulled my book bag to me and fished out an envelope full of the rents money that was addressed to the landlord. I stood up on shaky legs and held it up in the air. I picked up my bag and threw it over my good shoulder.

 

“I'm tired.” I said firmly but quietly, but with each word my voice grew. “I'm so tired of going through the same shit every day and night. You want the money, here.” I said throwing it to him. “Take it, go get fucking high or piss ass drunk till you puke, because I don't care. Maybe we'll lose the house and Lord knows that once that happens I'm out of here. Then try to get the cops to bring me back here, cause there isn't going to be a here to bring me back to since we're all gonna be fucking homeless. Do what you will, I'm going to school.” I turned away from them and stormed to the door not caring if my father comes at me with flying fist, but he never did. I heard my mother yelling at my father about something or another. I just close the door behind me and start out.

 

I don't even make it out to the sidewalk when the door opens and my mother is calling out my name, I ignore her until she called out the one name I hate, but answer to it just so she can stop saying it. “Puppy come back here, please.” She said loudly, I stop and cringe at the name.

 

She loves to call me that since my name Inuyasha means Dog Demon. Since I was still young, and puppy means young dog, she thought that Puppy as a nickname suited me. Oh how wrong is she.

 

I sighed and turn back to her, walking quickly so I can hurry and be on my way. She was wearing on of her husbands long shirts that went down to her knees. When I get to her she holds out the envelope filled with the rent money for me to take.

 

“Don't mind your father.” She said smiling softly. I rolled my eyes but took it from her.

 

“Anything else Izayoi?” I asked her. Her smile going to a frown and I sigh again. “Anything else Mother?” She smiles sadly and shook her head.

 

“Just be careful in school. School can be a dangerous place.”

 

“Not more dangerous then here,” I mumbled under my breath. She however heard me and pulled me into a hug.

 

“I'll try to get him to let up on you.” She said. Her hug didn't falter when I didn't move to put my arms around her. Her promise was the same as always and never once has anything changed. She pulled away from me and pushed my hair behind my ears. “I love you Inuyasha.” She said smiling.

 

 

“I have to go or I'm gonna be late for school.” I said ignoring her announce for love for me just as always after all; where there is love, there is pain. Her smile wavered slightly and nodded. “Have a good day Pup.” I rolled my eyes and turned away from her walking down the driveway. I raise my hand as a wave goodbye and but never looked back. I heard the door shut and kept walking to school, only stopping once to put the envelope in the mailbox at the corner. I didn't trust my father or mother enough to put it in our mailbox.

 

 

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A/N: It's a little short but I decided to put him in high school in another chapter. I know his mother seem like the caring mother type toward the end but lets not forget she just sat there when Toga punched Inu. Besides more of Inuyasha's past and his reasons for his feelings for his parents will come as story continues.

 

**Much Love~ Story**

 

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Inu or anyone else………..for now ;)