InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Ravished within Self-denial ❯ Never Enough ( Chapter 1 )

Ravished within Self-denial

 

A/N: this is a narrative story, so the use of the word I may be author talking. Don't worry though; you'll be able to tell whose talking. Thoughts are in italics. This is a mixture of demons and humans - no danger here between the two species. This story starts as a high school setting (first chap only), but the rest is going to take place in University (studies after high school). This fic is going to progress slowly. Enjoy!

 

Disclaimer: All right reserved. I don't own Inu Yasha or any other characters, unless told otherwise. A few characters are created, but they don't hold much significance to the storyline.

 

Ciao, Corr.

 

Chapter 1: Never Enough

 

Abyss - a world of lost hope. There wasn't much one could expect from the way life was going. I guess this was just a stretched train - going on and on until someone stops it. But it shouldn't make a difference right? I mean, life wasn't going to `change' its ways just because she was unhappy.

 

But every once in a while she would dream - dream of a perfect moment. A moment where it didn't matter what anyone thought - believed. It was her moment and it would be just the way she wanted it to be. But then again, every good thing has to come to an end. And so it did. She was in front of her door - her house door. It wasn't much of a place; a small little place that at least gave her her own bedroom. Saying that she wasn't happy living here would be considered unthankful. She shouldn't be so selfish. She had a roof on her head, food to eat, clothes to wear and a family to… errr… not too sure what to say here.

 

 I guess saying that family or no family… it wouldn't make a difference in her life. But then again, she's lived with her family all her life, so voicing this opinion would be biased. It's not that she didn't like her family. They were, by far, great people, in their own unique ways. But they just weren't her.  

 

Every time she would come home, she'd feel like she entered a cage; a place that commanded reasoning, explanations for all her doings. It was great to be home. But the part after that… it was something she could do without. Life was a mess; her life was a mess. She was just this little thing somewhere that didn't know where she wanted to go. This world is a big place; she is nothing compared to this universe. There were so many things here. This world was full of offerings. Yet, she wasn't satisfied. Was there nothing in this world that could make her feel … content? Enough? Why was everything a fight - a battle within a battle? She fought within herself and there never was a reason enough to let her win.

 

 “Kagome! Is that you?” 

 

Sigh. “Yeah mom, it's me!”

 

 “Go tell your dad you're home. He's been asking for you for a while now.”

 

 Why wouldn't he, mom? Of course, this thought wasn't allowed to be voiced out.

 

 Dragging her feet as slow as she could, Kagome made her way to the end of the house, to her parents' bedroom. Her dad was there. She entered the room quietly, not knowing whether she was trying to be invisible or just not caring. But of course, he had to know that she was home, so either way, he won. That room was like a courtroom to her. It was as if she was always playing the guilty in some way - good or bad - and she'd testify her reasoning for his pointless questions. He wasn't a mean father. In fact, she was sure he loved her enough. But, there were times - many in fact - where he had made her cry over and over again - for things she thought to be useless! She admitted that the only reason he was able to make her cry was because she'd let him. Its like they all say, your own hurt you the most. It was true, though. She only cried because he was too close in her heart. But hey, she let him in there in the first place right?  So why was she complaining?

 

 “I'm home dad!” she said as she passed his room and made a U-turn to go back, towards her room. She didn't even wait to see if he heard her. She didn't want to. He must have heard her. It was an everyday thing.

 

 She didn't get him. What difference did it make? Why was it so important for her to let him know that she was home? He was like that. He wanted to know where and when - might as well say everything - about his kids. She had to tell him when she'd leave, what time she'd be back, where and why she was going; it was all so infuriating. She didn't meddle in anyone else's life so why were people trying to meddle in hers?

 

 It was her dad's ways. He believed that there must be a man in the house to keep everything in control - like a pharaoh responsible for his people. But that was her problem. She hated that - that word: control. Though it was sweet of him to care, she wanted to be free. She was 18, dammit! She didn't need to answer him about herself. But he was the man of the house; he had to keep the house disciplined. Any move made had to be reported to him. At times, Kagome wondered if she needed permission to breathe because what if she ended up breathing in too much oxygen and that just might unbalance the family.

 

Rolling her eyes, she entered her room and plopped onto her bed. After a good mental scream, she washed up, changed into her comfortable pajamas and went into the kitchen. Her mom was making some sort of soup - chicken she guessed. It was her mom's specialty. She opened the refrigerator and poured herself some Punch juice. Juice was her drug. It calmed her down, allowed her to think. She took her glass and mentally planned out the events she had to complete throughout the day as she walked around the house. Walking was her hobby - one might say. She walked around the house all the time. She didn't know why, but it definitely relieved some tension within her.

 

 Her brother would be home soon: Souta. He was two years younger than her, which meant he was 16.

 

 Hmph! She thought. Grade 10;I remember acing that grade without a sweat. Sigh. I sure miss those good olddays.

 

 This was Kagome's final year in high school. Next year she'd be going to university. She had applied in two programs: Physical and Health Education and Bachelors in Life Sciences (they were both undergrad. programs). Where was she going? She didn't know. She just didn't know what she wanted to become. There was no solid passion anymore. Sure, when she was young, she'd say “oh I want to become a doctor!” But what did she know - she was 8 back then. That's what all the kids said anyways. And now look at them; half of them can't even pass biology. Sigh. Life sure was confusing. And her dad didn't make it any easier for her. He wanted her to become an Ultrasonographer. He had his reasons, but that didn't mean that she had to comply.

 

 She didn't want to be one of those people who checked out pregnant ladies all days, dealing with their dumb mood swings and overstuffed bellies. Plus, she'd have to study Chemistry for that. She hated Chem. It just wasn't her thing. I mean, who cares which molecule went where and why? This was exactly like her dad: answer your movements. If the molecule knows where it's going, then let it go people. Let it do what it wants, as long as it's doing something. But no! Some people just can't sit in one place without destroying other peoples' lives!

 

 Life wasn't a happy place! She wasn't enjoying it. And as far as she knew, it was about to get tougher - as if that was possible!  

 

She wasn't a family person. She never really was too close to them. She always thought that it was her fault. She's the one that didn't want to get all cozy with these people. But the more she thought about it, the more she wondered if it had something to do with her past. She kind of knew it did. She just didn't want to voice it out.

 

She felt alone in this world - a lot. And for some reason, she wasn't willing to let anyone fill in that empty void - no matter how hard her heart disagreed with her decision.

 

******

 

It was late in the evening now. They were all having dinner together - mom, dad, Souta and Kagome. They always had dinner together - dad insisted. It was another one of his things - a “family thing.” Kagome eyed her brother as he slurped his soup loudly. It disgusted her. She kicked him under the table once, and eyed him again. He gave her a dirty look, but stopped with the yucky noises.

 

 “Your brother isn't doing too well in his Math course, Kagome.”

 

 Oh, so this is all my fault now?

 

 She remained quiet.

 

 “I expect you to check his homework everyday and teach him what he doesn't understand.”

 

 And what am I, stupid?

 

 Quiet again.

 

 “You know that he won't work. He's 16, but he doesn't live up to his age. You're going to have to hold him down and make him work, as if you're teaching a kid!”

 

 Yup! That's it dad! Treat him like he's a kid! That's definitely going to show him responsibility.

 

She just gave her dad a quick glance, but kept her lips pressed. There was no need to reason with him. It's not like he'd listen. He couldn't be wrong. He was always right. She finished her soup quickly and left the table, smiling her thanks at her mom.

 

She brushed her teeth brutally, punishing them instead of her dad, and headed for her bed. She shut the door and locked it. He was just too much! How did her dad expect her to teach her brother? Sure, she could help him with his homework, but apparently that never is good enough. She pretty much has to do it for him in order for her dad to be satisfied. Just because she earned good grades doesn't mean her brother had to as well. He could if wanted to, but he didn't. And her dad wouldn't have any of that. She always got into trouble because of him. Always! It just wasn't fair. She wanted to make her dad proud of her and evidently, academics were just the answer. Her dad was a professor at the Hoaxwell University. It's supposed to be one of the best. And he, being the best, expected the best. He taught some sort of engineering once. Now it's kind of networking, like IP Telephony. If he was great, he expected his children to be great. No. In fact, he expected them to do better. So she did; she worked hard days and nights, sacrificing her sleep, activities, social life, just to make her dad happy. But no matter how hard she tried, it was never enough - for him and thus, for her.

 

It was her brother. He always seemed to kill the mood. Her marks didn't matter in front of his. She once remembered coming home with an average of 94%. It was the happiest she ever was - actually content. But even that didn't last long. Her dad was happy - maybe just for a moment - and ended up looking at her brother's report card soon enough: “65%” This was unacceptable for someone who had a sister with extraordinary marks and a father with even greater ones, probably. So he was disappointed - not in him, but in her. It seemed that it was her fault that he ended up with a low average. She didn't teach him. She was held responsible for him. She remembered crying for days and cursing herself for even thinking that she was considered worthy in her dad's eyes. She just wanted to make him proud, but she was trying to reach for something she couldn't even see. Her brother always ruined it for her.

 

Her dad had his likes. Like he said, there needs to be a man in the house in order for that house to be disciplined. If the father isn't decent, the family will be corrupted - which is true. But a dad should be there to support, lend, and help - not to rule! So…Souta was the next man of the house, at least when he'd start his own family. His marks were even more important than hers! He was supposed to be more successful in his life than she would be. And if he wasn't getting where dad expected him to get, nothing else was considered useful. She remembered her dad once asking her what the point of a daughter was if her brother wasn't successful in life. That hurt. It honestly did. And surely, it always will. Kagome forgave him for that - it took her a while, but hey, he was her dad. She loved him, so she did. But that's something she would never forget.

 

His words weren't true. She did enough for her dad and her brother. If once, just this once, she wasn't willing to sacrifice herself completely to help out her brother, he had no right to steal that title from her. After everything she had done for him, how dare he say those words to her? But he did. The truth was…he did. And those words were enough to put a wall between them; a wall that probably was never going to break down. He would always be her dad. She would always be his daughter. Nobody could change that, but he wasn't the same person she once knew. He was somehow different. The feeling to make her dad proud was now gone, vanished. Her heart felt empty. She felt useless. Her dad had convinced her. She was useless. He had won the battle - again. She had accepted that fact: she was useless. There never was a reason enough to let her win.

 

She was never too close with him in the first place. And now she was even further. She wasn't that kind of a kid that asked her daddy for everything that attracted her - whether it was in the mall, her house, anywhere. I guess, she wasn't spoiled. Even to this day, she felt hesitant to ask him for anything: money, permission, or even a personal question. This was just the way her life was and it wasn't going to change. And now… the distance between them had grown and she didn't know if she'd ever be able to minimize it.

 

She didn't hate her brother. It wasn't really his fault. He had Jaundice when was born premature, which had affected the right side of his body - including his brain. So he was slow - not abnormal, but not too bright either. All this meant that he had to work a lot harder than she had to. But even then, he wouldn't be one of the brightest students out there. She wasn't either, but she was close enough. She still hated this. She admitted that it wasn't fair to her brother that her father compared them both equally, when he knew that Souta was weaker, but she'd wish that Souta would at least work harder and show some interest. But no! Her dad, from day one, blamed her for his “poor-doings” which left him totally irresponsible for his mistakes. That left him with freedom and her miserable.

 

 Yup. Life was a joke - a complete, unnecessary joke. But she had faith - in God. And she knew that He was just testing her. And she was going to ace this test just like her Calculus one tomorrow. She was going to hold on and fight this battle. Kagome Higurashi never gave up! The only question was… for how long? How long was God willing to test her and how long would she be able to fight this?

 

Laying in her bed, staring at the ceiling, Kagome Higurashi pictured moments in her life - imaginary life. She had created this world of her own. She was so tired of trying to impress others - her dad especially - all her life that she had given up on herself. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that there wasn't a single person in this world that she loved. Not just any love, but love love. Sure, we all love our parents, friends, family, etc., but she just felt too alone in this world. Her dad wasn't her favourite, nor was her brother. Her mother was nice - a wonderful woman indeed - but she always felt second to her brother when it came to her.

 

 

I guess it's a gender thing. Moms just love sons better. But isn't that supposedto mean that dads love daughters a lot? “Daddy's little girl!” Doesn't anyone recall that saying anymore?

 

 

Sigh. He's probably too busy in “future-planning” to care about hislittle girl!

 

 

Love was one of the emotions in life she disliked. Maybe it was due to her experiences. She had always wondered if someone had loved her - enough to care if there was a reason why she missed lunch today or why she was more quiet than usual. Wasn't there anyone in this world who chose her as his/her first priority? Wasn't there anyone in this world who would make her happy, love her enough? She just never felt loved - not enough to make this the most powerful feeling.

 

 

Sigh. She didn't love herself, either. She gave a loud laugh. So, she didn't expect others to either. But there was a time during her day where she would slip into her own world and pretend like there was someone who could make her want to carry on in life, make her happy. Was that even possible? She laughed again, louder this time. But believe it or not, in this fake world of hers, she was actually happy.

 

 

***************

 

“Sango!”

 

 

“No, seriously Kags, I'm telling you. That boy was totally checking you out.”

 

 

“He has a cock. No duh he will!”

 

 

Sigh. “Must you be so irrational?”

 

 

“Sangs, do you have any idea how many guys are in this school?”

 

 

“I think -- ooh he's cute!” Sango replied as a brunette close by winked at her. Sure enough, she gave him her sexiest smile that caused him to skip a step and lose posture. Satisfied, she smirked to herself and kept her steps going.

 

 

Kagome rolled her eyes. “Honestly, Sango!”

 

 

“Oh c'mon Kags, will you at least turn and look at him. I'm telling you that hottie so checked you out.”

 

 

“Sangs, there a gajillion guys here. I don't have time to see how many are looking at me and how many are not! Not to mention, doubling the number, since there are actually two looks coming from one person. I'm telling you at times I wonder why we are given two eyes. And-”

 

 

“Lord Kagome! What is the matter with you? You're like a totally different person this year. You've probably dated more guys than I have. I can't even name them all.”

 

 

“Me neither.”

 

 

“Kagome!”

 

 

“Let's drop it Sango. You and I both know that this is our final year here and-”

 

 

“And it's supposed to be the best Kags. We're supposed to never forget this year!”

 

 

“Oh believe me hun, I won't! My dad won't let me!”

 

 

Sango huffed in anger. “Why do you let your dad do this to you Kagome? You have become this robotic thing that breathes. All you do now is study. And even with the highest academic results in this school, you're not happy!”

 

 

“Because it's just not enough Sango!”

 

 

“Then what is Kagome?” Sango grabbed her shoulders and jumped in front of her to prevent her friend from going any further.

 

 

Kagome came to a halt. She looked down and closed her eyes. When she looked back at her friend, her eyes were glazed, shielding the truth from the world.

 

 

Her smile wasn't content even though her lips were curved upwards.

 

 

“Nothing is, Sangs. Nothing is ever enough.”

 

 

With that, she freed her shoulders from her friend's hands and walked into the school building. Their class was about to begin in two minutes and Kagome Higurashi was never late.

 

 

Sango gazed longingly at her friends squared back. Her form wasn't retreating. Her eyes weren't depressing. Her face had been stern, but that wasn't enough to fool her. Sango knew her friend better. She was hurting. She was hurting ever since Kagome went home with a 94% average. What had they done to her? This wasn't her Kagome. Her Kagome had smiled once. And now these fake smiles weren't enough to fill Sango's heart. But there was nothing Sango could do to make her friend understand.

 

 

They had been friends for more than 8 years now - 9 this summer. Kagome had always been devoted, working hard just to make her dad proud. Sango didn't understand why. She still doesn't and probably never will. Kagome did too much. She overdid herself just for her dad. But things weren't like this before. Her dad was proud of her. It had always been that way. Why had it changed this year? Why was Kagome not enough this time? Her dad loved her. Sango had seen it herself.

 

 

She remembered once they had gone skating and Kagome had accidentally cut the skin on her thumb with her own blade. It was during a school field trip. They had taken her into emergency and called up her parents right away. Her dad had come in frantic, worry outlining each and every one of his features. He was so worried about her and it wasn't even that bad of a cut. It just needed two stitches.

 

 

Things weren't the same anymore. Why? Sango didn't know that. All she knew now was that Kagome definitely wasn't who she once was.

 

 

Ringggggg

 

 

As the school bell broke the train of thoughts, Sango rushed inside. She was going to be later, otherwise. Her first period was Biology. Kagome had already gone to her Chemistry class.

 

 

Hmmm. At least she has Miroku to cheer her up.

 

 

************

 

 

“Okay class, I'd like to start.” Mr. Wightman caught his students' attention as he cleared his throat. Surely, the class settled down and they began.

 

 

Within the first 10 minutes of class, Kagome had found herself doodling on her notes. She remembered the professor starting the topic about Equilibrium and then something about reversible reactions that are looked upon their macroscopic properties. There was something about pressure, volume, concentration, which led to the rate of reaction, based on the order number of what? That was enough for her to lose interest. Now she was just randomly signing her name, trying to make as many distinctive signatures as possible.

 

 

“Practicing for your marriage certificate?”

 

 

Kagome glanced sideways before turning her attention back to her doodling.

 

 

“Not even Miro!”

 

 

Miroku chuckled quietly. “You know this lecture is supposed to be the hardest of them all. I didn't expect you to zone out.”

 

 

“In that case, shouldn't you be worrying about passing this test instead of me.”

 

 

“I should. But I'm just looking out for a friend.”

 

 

“You know I'll ace the test Miro.”

 

 

“Ah! The Higurashi pride!”

 

 

“Hmph! It's Kagome to you. That's my father.”

 

 

“You think?” Miroku raised his eyebrows at her.

 

 

“So which way will the shift occur…Miroku?”

 

 

Miroku gulped. “Yes Mr. Wightman?”

 

 

“The shift Mr. Mushi,” frowned the professor.

 

 

“The shift? Oh… that... well… to the right of course.”

 

 

Mr. Wightman's frown deepened. “And why?”

 

 

“Well of course sir. That's where the beautiful ladies are,” he shouldered Kagome, who was sitting to his right. “Because that's where the molecules are attracted - or at least mine are,” he winked at her as she gasped loudly.

 

 

“Mr. Mushi! That kind of act is totally unacceptable. I expect you to be here after school. These blackboards are way too dirty for my liking. And Ms. Higurashi is to be left alone. Are we clear?”

 

 

Miroku was horrified.

 

 

“Um… Mr. Wightman?”

 

 

“Yes Kagome?”

 

 

“Uh… Miroku has allergic reactions near chalk. It's not safe for him to clean the blackboards.”

 

 

Mr. Wightman scowled, while Miroku smiled gratefully at his friend, thanking her with his gleaming eyes. But Kagome was not going to let him go that easily. Kagome grinned maliciously at him.

 

 

“So how about we get him to mop the floors instead?”

 

 

“What?” Miroku bellowed at her. “How can you-”

 

 

“Excellent idea Ms. Higurashi - as always. Miroku, we'll see you during lunch.”

 

 

“Awww,” Miroku whined.

 

 

As the bell rang, Kagome laughed and waved at him as she left the classroom.

 

 

Miroku stared after her, his anger washed away within seconds. At least he got her to smile. Her laughter was enough to bring a smile onto his features. It had been far too long since he'd heard his friend laugh - far too long.

 

 

Miroku had met Kagome two years ago. It's not as long as Sango, but it's enough to let him get to know her. In fact, it was Kagome, who brought Sango and Miroku together. He was in love with Sango and he had Kagome to thank for it. He just wished that he could return his friendship and make her happy, just like she made him happy. But Kagome had been lost ever since this year started. She was a distant person now. But no matter what, Kagome would never lose him. He would always be there for her.

 

 

***********

It was lunch time and Sango was waiting for Kagome and Miroku at her locker.

 

 

“Hey, where's Miro?”

 

 

“Well, let's just say the floors are going to be sparkling clean today.” Kagome grinned.

 

 

Sango chuckled. “Not again. God, he'll never learn.”

 

 

“Well. It was my fault. I was talking too, but I guess Mr. Wightman just likes me better.”

 

 

“Suck up!”

 

 

That got Kagome to gasp. “Am not!”

 

 

“Are to”

 

 

“Am not!”

 

 

“Wanna bet?”

 

 

“Bring it -- actually no! I need this money. I'm starving.”

 

 

They both shared a laughed. “I wanna go to Chek Hai,” said Kagome.

 

 

“Alright, but are we ditching Miroku? I'm sure Mr. Wightman will let him go half way through lunch.”

 

 

“Sangs, then we won't have enough time to get there and come back before lunch is over.”

 

 

Sango bit her lower lip nervously. “All right, let's go!”

 

 

Kagome smiled as she witnessed Sango's hesitation. “No, it's okay. You wait for him. I'll go alone.”

 

 

“Kagome, no I'll come. Miroku will be fine.”

 

 

“Yes he will, but I know you want to spend some time with him. Besides, I'm the one that got him into this mess, so I'll take the punishment.”

 

 

“You call this punishment?”

 

 

“Yeah! It's not nice to sit in a food court and eat alone,” Kagome reasoned.

 

 

Sango laughed. “You sure?”

 

 

“Positive!”

 

 

“Thanks Kags.”

 

 

A quick hug and they both split. It wasn't too hard for Sango to leave Kagome. She didn't seem to mind the loneliness too much these days. In fact, it seemed that Kagome preferred to be alone. But Sango didn't question her as she went her way. This Kagome was not to be questioned. Sango knew that she wouldn't give answers.

 

 

****************

 

 

Kagome sat in the corner middle of the courtroom. There were just too many people today. But then again, it was lunchtime. She was trying to finish her Sprite; there was some boiled rice left in her plate, but she didn't feel like eating. Food wasn't her favourite friend and she never ate more than necessary. She didn't know why; she just didn't.

 

 

To her far right, there were a bunch of guys. They seemed to be pretty good friends, by the look of it. They were in hearing range and from their talks Kagome could tell that they were from another high school - “popular zone.” She could guess that they were in their final year as well. She saw a few guys look at her way twice, but she figured it made sense since she was staring at them. She didn't find them too amusing though.

 

 

Bunch of assholes, she thought.

 

 

Kagome knew those kinds of guys. From their attire, she could tell that they were one of those guys every girl dreamed of going to the high school prom with. She knew them. Hell, she spent most of her life hanging out with these kinds of guys. She, once, herself was a playgirl.

 

 

She chuckled lowly to herself. Sigh. Ah, I remember those good old days.

 

 

As she was about to get up, she saw one of the guys approaching her, while the others were staring towards them. She sighed to herself.

 

 

Yup. I know your scheme buddy: a dare to ask me out.

 

 

He stopped right in front of her. But before she could turn away, she noticed his amber eyes. They were gorgeous. He had long silver hair and two fuzzy ears on top.

 

 

Yup. He is half-demon.

 

 

His claws and fangs were further evidence. She dated a few demons before. According to her, they were a lot more interesting than humans; she always preferred them over humans.

 

 

He caught her staring at his eyes. He smirked.

 

 

Oh. This was all too easy, he thought. It's the eyes. It's always the eyes. And I ain't even started! Oh this was going to be interesting!

 

 

“Hey gorgeous,” he winked at her.

 

 

The trance had ended as soon as it had started.

 

 

“What do you say you and I hit it off someplace nice? It'll be my treat!”

 

 

How predictable, Kagome mused to herself. She quickly glanced left to right, as if she was looking for something and turned back to look at him, replying him mockingly, “I'm sorry, do I have a sign board on me saying I'm desperate?”

 

 

With that she turned and picked up tray to leave. In the background, she heard an “ooooo.” She rolled her eyes and turned to leave.

 

 

The guy obviously wasn't expecting that for an answer since he was in a shock that lasted about a second. But he chucked huskily and spoke, “You obviously are nervous. But that's okay; most girls kind of get that when they talk to me for the first time. But you're not too bad so I'll give you another chance. Wanna go out?”

 

 

Kagome laughed. “And you obviously aren't used to rejection. But, hey you know what? There is a first time for everything! And you know what that's called? Reality!”

 

 

She smirked at him and started walking, stopping right when she came shoulder-to-shoulder with him. Cocking her head to the side, she looked at him and smirked.

 

 

“Don't get me wrong here. You're pretty cute. But you're just not worth my time!”

 

 

With one final glow of bitchiness in her eyes, she turned away and walked away from him, leaving him flabbergasted.

 

 

As she walked away, she could hear the other guys hooting - some for him, others for her. This was a silly trick of theirs. But what they didn't know that she had been there, done that. There was no way they were going to make a fool out of Kagome Higurashi. They weren't worth her time. No boy was. This used to be the old Kagome; the Kagome that played with life. Now, life was a joke - laughing at her. There was no time for games. Games are meant to be won or lost. But for her, there was no such thing as winning anymore. And if all she would be is a loser now, then she might as well not play the game and do what is expected from her. She was a useless daughter. She didn't deserve to have fun in life anymore. Her dad was her role model. And if he had degraded her then there was nothing left for her. She felt useless, even for herself. She was hurting. She knew it. But nobody else would. This was her pain. She didn't want anyone else to know - share her pain. This world was filled with people. She wanted to be alone. She didn't want them. If she didn't let them in her heart, they wouldn't be able to hurt her, right? Now… it was just her and her make-belief world. It didn't matter that it was fake; at least this way there just might be a happy ending.

 

 

She just smiled to herself as she kept walking, away from those idiots. Her life wasn't a game anymore. It was just a joke - a long dragging joke.

 

 

He just stood there, staring at her in disbelief, as she walked away from him with her shoulders all squared up.

 

 

“You got owned Yash!” yelled one.

“The great Takahashi has been turned down!” yelled another one of his friends.

 

 

Yeah, he thought. Yeah. I just got told.

 

 

Smirking as his eyes twinkled, he chuckled to himself and turned back to walk away with his friends.

 

 

Life sure was full of wonders.

 

 

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