InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Make Do With Less ❯ Chapter 2
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By: xpokey-chanx 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.03.2008 | Updated On: 08.03.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 309 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.03.2008 | Updated On: 08.03.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 309 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N: Here’s chapter 2! ^_^v This story can be a little confusing if you don’t understand right away who’s perspective it’s coming from. The first chapter was, obviously, Kagome’s. And this next one is in Inuyasha’s perspective! It’s going to be changing like that throughout the story, so try to keep up! ^_^ Well… again, I don’t own Inuyasha or anything by Rumiko Takahashi… enjoy! ^o^
I gritted my teeth, glaring at the intruder. Who did she think she was? Sitting in my living room, in my armchair, breathing my air! And now we’re supposed to live with her for the rest of our boring lives? Keh!
“I snuck out of my window to go to a party my friends invited me to. It was a blast; I was having the time of my life.” The frail girl went on about her poor, pathetic, life story. I kept waiting for my dad to sigh and say ‘Thank you, now shut up.’ Which was what his expression said- all over. Why couldn’t she see that? Maybe she’s blind. Or deaf. Or both. I stifled a chuckle at my thoughts.
“My parents had already told me I couldn’t go, but… I went anyway.” Boohoo, sob sob. Can we move on now? “By the time I got home… everything was gone. Police and firefighters were swarming the place, searching for anything- or anyone- that was still intact. But…” the girl looked down, and shook her head. Okay, um, that’s very… touching. I rolled my eyes.
“The last thing I told my mom was that she was the worst parent ever, and that I hated her.” I thought I saw something shiny on her cheek. “I didn’t mean it… I felt really bad right after I said it and slammed my door. I was going to go back and apologize to her… but I…” her voice broke off.
Okay, I’ll admit, I felt a little sorry for her. But not enough to share a freaking house with her.
My mom smiled sadly at her. “Oh, we’re really sorry to hear that, dear…” she got up to sit next to the girl, putting a comforting arm around her shoulder. “But if you’d stayed home, we would have never met you. So…”
“Not that I wouldn’t want to meet you all,” the fragile girl smiled weakly at us. “but I think I would rather have died in the fire that night than live with this guilt.”
~~~
“And this one of the bathrooms,” I grumbled, holding an arm out, pointing into our bathroom with one finger. Why the hell am I stuck with touring-duty? She has two legs; can’t she walk around and find things on her own, for Kami’s sake?!
The black-haired girl followed me almost silently, and more than once did I have to glance behind me to make sure she was still walking there.
“And that’s the end of the second floor.” I murmured, almost incoherently. I was sure she wasn’t paying attention anyway, so why should I waste my breath on her?
I’d gone through the first floor, with our front porch, kitchen, dining room, family room, and our back balcony. I didn’t bother showing her our garden. It’s too much to cover, and she could do it on her own some other time.
The second floor was where the family slept. The maids and butlers and gardeners didn’t count, and they slept in smaller rooms on the top story. The master bedroom, my room, Sesshomaru’s room, and two guest bedrooms were on the second floor. One of which would become the girl’s new room.
I snarled, imagining her first taking one of our rooms, then claiming her own bathroom, her own patch in the garden, her own computer in the study… and then she’d steal my seat in the living room. My eyes squinted in anger.
“The staircase to the third floor is this way.” I led a different direction, and she followed, ever so silently. I looked behind myself again to see her sulking, which she had been doing all along, but now it kinda bugged me. We were being over-generous, letting her live with us even, and she was sulking? Had she no manners? Pfft.
“What?” I almost shouted, facing her in front of our spiral staircase. She looked up at me in shock, but I didn’t give her time to reply. She didn’t look like she was intending to, anyway. “What’s the big deal? You’re acting like we’re torturing you.”
She raised a brow. “I’m acting like this is torture?”
I liked the challenge. A corner of my mouth curled into a smirk. Or, at least, that’s what I hoped it looked like. “You haven’t said a thing this whole time and just kept moping behind me.”
“You haven’t said, ‘Any questions?’ like a normal tour guide.” She crossed her arms.
“Feh! Like I care what questions you have about my house.” I turned around and started up the stairs. “This way to the third floor.”
I was about five steps up when I looked behind me and noticed she wasn’t following. I sighed. “What’s your problem? Are you coming, or what?!”
“I’ll give myself a tour.” She protested. “I’m going back to my room now.”
The girl started to turn away when I slid down the railing and grabbed a hold on her arm. “Your room!” I scorned. “Nothing in this house is, or ever will be yours!”
The little wench turned to me and frowned. “You think I want to live here? You think I have a choice? Don’t blame me for being an orphan!”
“You wouldn’t be an orphan if you hadn’t snuck out! And you’d be with your mom right now instead of hogging my house!”
The girl froze, and her mouth dropped. Uh-oh. You went too far, Inuyasha. I told myself, and gulped. Mom’s gonna kill me.
She looked down with that droopy, moping face again. “You’re right. It is my fault.” Her voice was almost a whisper now.
I slowly released my grip on her arm. “Y-Yeah, I am right.” I looked down at her, and couldn’t help but feel guilty. Way out-of-character on my part. I’d never felt bad for some other girl. What’s so special about this one? She’s a complete stranger- I couldn’t even remember her name at the time.
She turned away from me and walked down the hall- in the direction of her new room.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. Great, another drama-queen in the house. Just what we need. I spun around and walked to my room. My room. Mine. The only thing left in this house that I could claim property of from that girl. Mine mine mine mine, muahahaha!
Is it weird that I can laugh maniacally in my head?
I gritted my teeth, glaring at the intruder. Who did she think she was? Sitting in my living room, in my armchair, breathing my air! And now we’re supposed to live with her for the rest of our boring lives? Keh!
“I snuck out of my window to go to a party my friends invited me to. It was a blast; I was having the time of my life.” The frail girl went on about her poor, pathetic, life story. I kept waiting for my dad to sigh and say ‘Thank you, now shut up.’ Which was what his expression said- all over. Why couldn’t she see that? Maybe she’s blind. Or deaf. Or both. I stifled a chuckle at my thoughts.
“My parents had already told me I couldn’t go, but… I went anyway.” Boohoo, sob sob. Can we move on now? “By the time I got home… everything was gone. Police and firefighters were swarming the place, searching for anything- or anyone- that was still intact. But…” the girl looked down, and shook her head. Okay, um, that’s very… touching. I rolled my eyes.
“The last thing I told my mom was that she was the worst parent ever, and that I hated her.” I thought I saw something shiny on her cheek. “I didn’t mean it… I felt really bad right after I said it and slammed my door. I was going to go back and apologize to her… but I…” her voice broke off.
Okay, I’ll admit, I felt a little sorry for her. But not enough to share a freaking house with her.
My mom smiled sadly at her. “Oh, we’re really sorry to hear that, dear…” she got up to sit next to the girl, putting a comforting arm around her shoulder. “But if you’d stayed home, we would have never met you. So…”
“Not that I wouldn’t want to meet you all,” the fragile girl smiled weakly at us. “but I think I would rather have died in the fire that night than live with this guilt.”
~~~
“And this one of the bathrooms,” I grumbled, holding an arm out, pointing into our bathroom with one finger. Why the hell am I stuck with touring-duty? She has two legs; can’t she walk around and find things on her own, for Kami’s sake?!
The black-haired girl followed me almost silently, and more than once did I have to glance behind me to make sure she was still walking there.
“And that’s the end of the second floor.” I murmured, almost incoherently. I was sure she wasn’t paying attention anyway, so why should I waste my breath on her?
I’d gone through the first floor, with our front porch, kitchen, dining room, family room, and our back balcony. I didn’t bother showing her our garden. It’s too much to cover, and she could do it on her own some other time.
The second floor was where the family slept. The maids and butlers and gardeners didn’t count, and they slept in smaller rooms on the top story. The master bedroom, my room, Sesshomaru’s room, and two guest bedrooms were on the second floor. One of which would become the girl’s new room.
I snarled, imagining her first taking one of our rooms, then claiming her own bathroom, her own patch in the garden, her own computer in the study… and then she’d steal my seat in the living room. My eyes squinted in anger.
“The staircase to the third floor is this way.” I led a different direction, and she followed, ever so silently. I looked behind myself again to see her sulking, which she had been doing all along, but now it kinda bugged me. We were being over-generous, letting her live with us even, and she was sulking? Had she no manners? Pfft.
“What?” I almost shouted, facing her in front of our spiral staircase. She looked up at me in shock, but I didn’t give her time to reply. She didn’t look like she was intending to, anyway. “What’s the big deal? You’re acting like we’re torturing you.”
She raised a brow. “I’m acting like this is torture?”
I liked the challenge. A corner of my mouth curled into a smirk. Or, at least, that’s what I hoped it looked like. “You haven’t said a thing this whole time and just kept moping behind me.”
“You haven’t said, ‘Any questions?’ like a normal tour guide.” She crossed her arms.
“Feh! Like I care what questions you have about my house.” I turned around and started up the stairs. “This way to the third floor.”
I was about five steps up when I looked behind me and noticed she wasn’t following. I sighed. “What’s your problem? Are you coming, or what?!”
“I’ll give myself a tour.” She protested. “I’m going back to my room now.”
The girl started to turn away when I slid down the railing and grabbed a hold on her arm. “Your room!” I scorned. “Nothing in this house is, or ever will be yours!”
The little wench turned to me and frowned. “You think I want to live here? You think I have a choice? Don’t blame me for being an orphan!”
“You wouldn’t be an orphan if you hadn’t snuck out! And you’d be with your mom right now instead of hogging my house!”
The girl froze, and her mouth dropped. Uh-oh. You went too far, Inuyasha. I told myself, and gulped. Mom’s gonna kill me.
She looked down with that droopy, moping face again. “You’re right. It is my fault.” Her voice was almost a whisper now.
I slowly released my grip on her arm. “Y-Yeah, I am right.” I looked down at her, and couldn’t help but feel guilty. Way out-of-character on my part. I’d never felt bad for some other girl. What’s so special about this one? She’s a complete stranger- I couldn’t even remember her name at the time.
She turned away from me and walked down the hall- in the direction of her new room.
I rolled my eyes and sighed. Great, another drama-queen in the house. Just what we need. I spun around and walked to my room. My room. Mine. The only thing left in this house that I could claim property of from that girl. Mine mine mine mine, muahahaha!
Is it weird that I can laugh maniacally in my head?