InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Moon and Destiny: Tsuki to Shukuen ❯ Act 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Hello, readers! I'm so happy to have the first act done. A lot of fanfiction is based on the children of anime characters, but what makes this one different? Well…the DRAMA of course. A lot of people are probably wondering about the character ages. So…

Tsuki: 16 years

Shukuen: 14 years

Reichou: 15 years

Shippou: 17 years

As the disclaimer follows, I don't own Inu-Yasha, so please don't sue. On with the fic! Tally ho!

Act 2:

It was like Tsuki was playing a game with Dad, like they used to before Shukuen came along. It was just like basketball, more than anything else. Tsuki had played all types of sports: from soccer to football. She knew the rules, the do's and don'ts. So far, she had found only karate and judo to suffice.

The ball was all the words spoken between them, made into a sphere for play. The courts were downstairs and upstairs. There were four players. Tsuki and her father were the true players, always passing the ball roughly back and forth. Her mother was the referee: observing them for any fouls, but other than that, wouldn't interfere. Her brother Shukuen, the spectator. He sat by the sidelines watching what occurred, his eyes darting around the courts, watching where the ball went. He never took his eyes off if it. Unlike more spectators, who were often loud and excited, Shukuen was silent and merely watch, as if he was never there.

The door opened. Tsuki had been in her room, acting out her anger on an old teddy bear. Fukakai, her black cat, laid at her feet, keeping her company. It had been 2 minuets after he had sent her to her room. Tsuki glared at him; her yellow eyes venomous. She had been sitting on her bed, her silver hair spread out over her pillow like vines.

The buzzer rang. The ball tossed in the air. Tsuki went for it, “Decided that I need more time to think about what I've done?”

The ball was tossed, but Dad caught it lightly, “No, I've come to talk to you, Tsuki,”

The ball was tossed back for Tsuki's team's hoop, but Tsuki knocked it out of the way, “Talk? You never talk, Dad. What do you really want?”

The ball was caught by Dad, growling that he didn't make the basket, “Tsuki, listen, we need to talk. I know you're going through a rough patch right now, but that's no excuse to violate my trust. I'm only punishing you because I don't want you to get hurt,”

Tsuki snorted. She snatched the ball from Dad, “Then why did you ignore me?”

The ball taken back, “Ignore you?

The ball yanked away, “You heard me! When Shukuen was born, you didn't give a damn about me!”

The ball pulled away, “That's not true!”

A struggle for the ball. Each side pulling, trying not to lose grip on the curvy surface, “Admit it Dad!” Tsuki yelled, standing up, “You don't give a damn about me! All you care about is Shukuen because you want him to be just like you!”

Still a struggle, but Inu-Yasha gave a harder pull, “Tsuki, I love both you and your brother! Why don't you understand that! You should appreciate that I take care of you! When I was your age, I had no one to care for me like I do to you!”

She let him have the ball. Dad shot for the basket, but there was sudden block! Tsuki had the ball. She went dribbling down the court with it (The gloves were off now!) and shot for the hoop. The ball glided in the air.

“You're a fucking hypocrite,” Tsuki snarled under her breath.

The ball glided around the rim. Would it go in? Would it drop out? “What did you say to me?” Inu-Yasha growled back. His temper was starting to slowly rise.

Tsuki's temper rose. The ball was edging towards the hoop. “YOU'RE A FUCKING HYPOCRITE!” Tsuki yelled.

The ball went in. Score one point for Tsuki's team. “DON'T YOU DARE USE THAT TONE OF VOICE WITH ME!” Inu-Yasha yelled.

They were losing their identities now; the shirts that identified them from different teams began to fall off. “WHY THE HELL SHOULD I? WHY THE HELL AM I LISTENING TO HYPROCRITE?”

They were no longer playing a father-daughter game on the courts now. “I AM YOUR FATHER AND YOU ARE A CHILD!”

They were archrivals. “I'M NOT A DAMN CHILD ANYMORE! I'M A TEENAGER! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO START TREATING ME LIKE ONE, DAD!”

A struggle over the ball. A vicious struggle. “WHEN YOU START ACTING LIKE ONE!”

Still struggling. “WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO TO HELL?!”

Inu-Yasha lost his grip on the ball. He snarled, clenching his claws, seeing that he had been outwitted by someone half his age, “FINE! YOU CAN STAY IN THERE! AS A MATTER OF FACT, YOU CAN STAY IN THERE ALL NIGHT BECAUSE YOU'RE GROUNDED FOR THREE WEEKS! AND YOU FORGET ABOUT DINNER TOO!”

Now the ball was on the court floor. Neither of them had it. Tsuki's points had dropped back to zero. It was a tie, no one had won the game. Both of them left the courtroom, without a handshake, showing good sportsmanship.