InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Learn To Trust ❯ Harsh Truths ( Chapter 18 )

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Learn To Trust

Chapter 18

Harsh Truths

I looked outside the window of my math class in my usual seat. I was wearing a hoodie and had sun glasses over my eyes. I looked at the clock over the doorway and saw that it would be only a couple of minutes before the school bell would ring. I looked at everyone who was gathered around outside talking and laughing with their friends.

Was I envious of them? Me; envious of those idiots, who only problems were who they were taking to the next dance, or what new clothes or sneakers they needed to by. Typical high school kids with typical high school problems Why should I envy them? I would have to be a typical high school kid to want typical high school problems and let’s face it, I wasn’t. I was no where near a typical high school student.

I am Inuyasha Tetsusaiga Taisho; I am seventeen years old, with annoying long black hair and abnormal deep amethyst color eyes. I’m under weight yet could beat the ass of anyone who dears to approach me, well almost any one. I am the son of the bastard Toga Taisho, and the lazy, selfish uncaring bitch Izayoi Taisho. I am physically and mentally abused by the bastard and heavily neglected by the bitch. I was long ago abandoned by my brother Sesshomaru Tensaiga Taisho and no longer care.

I am starving half the time and exhausted the other half; I have a job and was just recently blackmailed to be an apprentice to a ruthless drug lord political businessman named Naraku Onigumo. Onigumo is so ruthless that he would sell a twelve year old boy for sex to pay for drugs. I hate him with a passion.

I have only two people I can call friends and many who I just know, many are from gangs and lowlifes as one named Kikyo Eri would call them. I’m not expecting to live to see my nineteenth birthday and I use drugs. It’s not part of my everyday life, I just use it when I’m extremely stressed out or upset. The most I do is weed, the pill, and sometimes I use cocaine, but not always, if never.

The most I’m worried about is if I go home, will my father and I get into a fight or not, and if so how can I make it so I wouldn’t end up in the hospital. My other big problem is when my next meal is going to be.

So I’m not at all a normal high school teenager. Would I like to be one? Hell yes.

“I have a bad feeling about today.” I said to myself as the bell rung, and students calmly walking into the class. I dug in my bag and pulled out my pain pills; took two dry and then leaned by head on my desk.

“Good morning class.” Said a woman. I looked up to see a lady put some papers on the teachers desk and turned to the bored, and wrote her name up; Mrs. Johnson. She looked to be a lady in her early forties with her black hair up in a bun and gray lines coming in. She was a thick white lady, with old grandma glasses. The bad feeling that started earlier settled in my stomach and I took an instant disliking to this substitute.

“I’m Mrs. Johnson and I’m filling in for Mr. Grant for the week. He’ll be out for some personal reasons and in the meantime I’ll be here. Mr. Grant informed me on where we would be in the lesson and gave me the quiz that everyone would take on Friday. “

A group groaned and I simply looked outside the window. Mrs. Johnson proceeded in taking attendance role; I listened out for my name without paying much attention to the old lady. When I heard my name being called, I simply raised my hand without so much as looking toward her and I hoped that would be the only attention I got in class. But with my luck no such thing would occur.

“Mr. Taisho, would you be so kind and remove you’re sun glasses and take off your hood?” she asked nicely. I looked at her and rolled my eyes. She was lucky that I wasn’t in the mood for a fight, and just did as I was told. I ignored everyone as I continued looking outside without a word. I think they expected me to bitch out, and I would have, but my heart wasn’t in it.

It was just my luck that Mrs. Johnson is not the pleasing type.

“I’ve heard some things about you Mr. Taisho.” Mrs. Johnson said and I looked at her with an amused look. This ought to be interesting. I didn’t say anything just lifted an eyebrow from the one she would see, my other eyes was still covered by my eye patch. “I heard that you’re something of a trouble maker and like to cause trouble wherever you go.” I remained silent yet smirked at the accusation. She walked closer to me and I sat back in the chair and folded my arms, my smirk never leaving my face. “I also saw pictures of you, Mr. Taisho, so I can now who you are.

So she knew who I was before she came, because others warned her about me. Wow I feel so special. My smirk widened into a smile as I continued to stare wordlessly as the lady.

“I must say, Inuyasha Taisho, in all the pictures I’ve seen of you,” wow she seen more than one of me, I think my self-esteem was just boosted up “I’ve never seen you with an eye patch.” She looked at the kid in front of me. “Did you see him with the eye patch last class?” the boy shook his head. She asked a few others and got the same response.

My smile stayed as I just shrugged my shoulders. I glanced at everyone around me and saw that their attention was on me. Damn being a loner was getting harder and harder to actually be alone. I looked back at Mrs. Johnson, and continued smiling.

“I’m not sure what ruse you are trying to pull in my class Mr. Inuyasha Taisho, but I am going to tell you now that I won’t allow it. I want you to take off that silly thing and open your books for class.”

I opened the books that was on my desk, but didn’t move to move my patch. She could go to hell for all I care.

“Move the patch, Mr. Taisho.” She said. I didn’t move. “Move it, or you can report to the principal’s office.” I smiled even harder. She was giving me an ultimatum and the latter wasn’t looking that bad.

“Mrs. John-” Kagome tried.

“Not now Kagome.

“But Inuyasha-”

“I said not now,” Mrs. Johnson replied sternly and turned to me. I looked at Kagome who was staring hopelessly at me. I shrugged and looked at the old bat again. “Well Mr. Taisho, the choice is yours. Will you take it off, or leave?”

Does she even need to ask? Even if I wasn’t wearing it for my scar’s sake I wouldn’t have taken it off. I started packing my book bag and put hood back on. I grabbed my
cane and stood up. I smiled at her and nodded a thank you to her and started limping out with my cane at my side. No one even said a word.

“Mr. Taisho, wait.” Mrs. Johnson came to me. I saw worry in her eyes and didn’t stop mine from rolling. I ignored the pain that my eyelid felt from the movement. “You really are injured?” she asked stupidly. I shook my head in disbelief and continued out the door, ignoring the old bat’s calls. I slammed the door hard as I stepped into the hall. I turn about to leave when I hear an all too familiar voice.

“Mrs. Johnson, I wanted to tell you that, Inuyasha really is injured. I saw him Saturday and he was with cane and patch.” Kagome voiced out. I ignored the urge to roll my eyes and walked down the hall. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed a number I haven’t used in a while. I stopped at my locker and threw everything in it, pocketing a few needed items. I left my book bag in my locker as I waited for an answer.

“Speak,” said a bored voice.

“Bankotsu, I know you’re mother taught you how to answer the phone better than that.” I chuckled.

“Since when do I listen to that bitch, Inu.” He laughed. “So where have you been, heard the police got your ass.”

“You know me, I’m resourceful.” I answered as I walked out the building. “What you doing now?”

“Just chillin’ in my crib, you know how it is.”

“Not really Bank, but anyway, come pick me up.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be at school?” Bank laughed but I heard movement so I know he’s coming.

“Fuck school right now. I want to get high as fuck.” I laughed though I do plan on returning after lunch ends.

“You reading my mind, you got money on you?”

“I can go half.” I replied.

“A’ight, we can do like a dime bag or two.”

“Sounds good, pick me up at the corner store by my school. I’ll get some dutches.” I said and then hung up. I walked to the store and bought some chips and a juice and three dutches, two vanilla flavored and the last strawberry.

I had to wait like about ten minutes before Bank arrived. I hopped in the car and told him about what happened in school; we laughed hard over that one. We bought some weed two dimes for forty bucks and we went to his house, and smoked up one bag.

“So, Inu, how did you get out of jail?” Bank asked me as he rolled up another blunt.

I was lying on his couch; my eyes closed enjoying my high while listening to Bank’s mix CD which was playing My Hood by Young Jeezy. I lifted my head and looked at Bank who was struggling to roll the damn thing because he was so high.

“Uh they said something about questioning me illegally or some shit because I didn’t give up my rights to do so, or something. I just got to do some community service, and I’m on parole, just gotta be in the house by eight, except on the nights I work. Plus I have to go to some meetings with my stupid ass parole officer.” I replied. I didn’t want to tell Naraku was involved just yet.

“You really are a lucky son-of-a-bitch you know that, right?” Bank laughed as he lit the finished blunt. He took a puff then passed it to me.

“Keh, how lucky am I?” I asked, then inhaled the blunt, and sighed out, “how lucky am I that I’m wearing a fucking pirate eye patch and a carrying a busted ass cane.” I laughed.

“Yeah, that shit is busted.” He got up and I continued to smoke as he went to the kitchen.

“Want a beer?” he called out.

“Yeah, what kind you got?”

“Bud.”

“That’s it?” I questioned; Budweiser was okay but I’m more of a Coarse Light fan.

“Do you want the shit or not?”

“Bring it.” I yelled as I enjoyed the blunt. Seconds later he had two bottles of Budweiser in his hands, he handed me one and I handed him the blunt.

“Yo I’m going to the club Saturday, you wanna come?”

“What club?”

He looked at me and smirked, “Night Life.” I smirked back.

Night Life was one of the best clubs in this city. It was a twenty-one and over club that stayed popping. This club was the shit, mad bitches and hoes be there and they be looking fierce sexy. I always managed to hook up with some sexy chick.

“You know it,” I laughed, “and I’m working in the morning so my night is free. I just got in a deal with some new clothes so I’ll be looking fly as fuck.” I grinned, “Jake coming?”

“Yeah, so it’ll be you, me, him, his guy Shuichi, and maybe a couple of guys we know; not certain who yet.”

“Gotcha, who gonna be the bouncer.”

“Caman and Tan.”

“Trust, they’ll definitely let us in.”

“Course, Yash, I’m not planning on going to no club if I’m not sure I can get it. What type of a idiot do you take me for.” He asked. I looked at him with my eye brow raised, he looked back at me as he exhaled, and smirked. “Don’t answer that.” He grinned and we both burst out laughing.

“Oh man, I haven’t laughed like this in a while.” I said wiping my watery eyes away from laughing so hard. I opened my beer and took a swing of it, gulping it.

“Tell me about it.” Bankotsu said following suit. “You gotta work today?”

“Nah, man, I worked a damn full shift from morning to close, yesterday. A couple of people called in about something or another and me and Jenn got stuck with closing alone last night. Hey you know what, Jenn can come too right?”

“She cool?”

“She my home girl, you know her, the black one who I work with.”

“Her? I like her, she got some big breasts, yeah, tell her to come and bring some friends.” Bank said nodded.

”Yeah, but you leave those breast of hers alone. They are mine.” I said seriously, yet laughed.

“Gotcha,” He agreed and we both laughed finishing off the blunt, and the beer.

I looked at the clock and realized it was a quarter after noon and lunch would be almost over. I needed to get back, plus I had the serious munchies.

“Bank I need to go man.” I looked over at Bank who was half asleep, Motherfucker; he’s never going to wake up now. I spied his keys on the kitchen table and made a way to grab them. I left a note on the fridge, saying I took his car, knowing it would be the first thing he sees when he wakes up because he always go right to the fridge when he wakes up from his high-nap, as he likes to call them.

He likes take a nap after getting something about crazy ass dreams or some shit that he has. I added my cell number and grabbed a big bag a chips and made my way out the house, making sure it was locked before me.

It took me no time to get back to school, I had about fifteen minutes of lunch left, and I limped into the lunch line. I ignored the stares that came my way as I received my paid for lunch, and took a seat under my tree.

I ate my lunch of a dry chicken patty which was doused in hot sauce, and mash potatoes. I took out my phone and started to play one of the games on it, Snake II. It didn’t take me long to finish my food and to completely lose all seven games of snake due to the fact that I was still on my high.

I felt a shadow over come me as someone stood in front of me, and I looked up.

“Kagome,” I greeted.

“Inu,” she replied in greeting.

“What do you want?” I questioned putting my phone back into my pocket.

“I’m sorry about what happened in math class.”

That caused an eyebrow to rise, “What for, you had nothing to do with it.” I picked up my tray and cane and stood up.

“Yeah but I just tried harder-”

“Then what; you think you have people wrapped around your finger so tight that they would automatically stop talking when you start? Did you honestly think you could get that teacher to listen to you about me, when she wanted me out of the class before it even started, hence the reason why she immediately picked me out?”

“That’s not what-”

“I heard you after I left, I heard you tell her that I really was hurt, like she couldn’t see me limp out of there with her own two eyes.”

“It wasn’t really fair, about what she did.” She tried to justify.

“Since when is life suppose to be fair?” I questioned her. She killed my high, and that just pissed me off. “She hated me before she met me, is that fair? Is it fair that I’m walking with a cane because my father decided to beat me with a nailed piece of wood? Is it fair that I’m living with a fucked up family, and owe madd money to a fucked crooked at politician slash drug lord? Is it fair that any time I get an ounce of piece then you come around and ruin it for me? No I don’t think so; nothing in this world is fair.” I started to walk around her

“I-I just wanted to help you.” Kagome said in a small voice, causing her to look like an innocent school girl, and that what I hated most about her. The fact that she can remain looking so pure and innocent after getting a taste of what harsh life can be.

I turned around in a flash, “Help me? How many times do I have to tell you before it get through to that pretty little head of yours, that I do not want your help? That all I want is for you to leave me the fuck alone. I can take care of myself by myself.”

“Why-”

“I don’t love you.” I said sternly. I looked into her eyes, watching as hers registered confusion then shock.

“W-w-what?”

“I don’t love you Kagome, I barely tolerate you. I heard about your little crush on me and it’s not going to work, because you’re so annoying. So what ever sick little fantasies that you have of me and you getting together, get it out of your head. We are never going to be get together, and that one kiss we had, was nothing. Just a kiss, I don’t owe you anything in my life for it, and you sure as hell don’t owe me anything. So leave me alone.” I turned away from her and heard sink to the floor.

I took a step and stopped and turned again. I gazed at her sitting on the ground with her face covering her hands. “However if you still want to help me, you can take my tray to the trash, its getting hard to hold my tray and walk with a cane.” I put my stuff down in front of her, and walked away, ignoring her muffled cries.

With Naraku in my life now, my life just became dangerous on a whole new level. I was helping her out.

This reminds me, I need to speak with Kaede about community service for the hours I have to do.