InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Shadow ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )
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By: CatBlack400 
A dive into Kagome's past.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 172 | Status: Work In Progress
A dive into Kagome's past.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.11.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 172 | Status: Work In Progress
Summary
Kagome lives on the streets of Toronto, she has been there so long she has almost forgotten her past. Almost. She has night terrors. Flashes of the past she doesn’t want to remember. To forget her past she detaches herself off from her memories, from her emotions and from her music. She has done this for so long she has forgot herself. She becomes a shadow. Then she meets other street kids, each with a tale of grace and despair. Each of whom help to unlock one of her emotions. Then she meets one street kid’s brother that wears a mask so much like what she became. Can he unlock the most important emotion of all? Love. And will he be able to help Kagome find herself and with it her voice? Eventual Sesshoumaru/Kagome, little Sango/Miroku, Kohaku/Rin, Inuyasha/Kikyo, Kouga/Ayame,
Disclaimer
I do not own Inu Yasha or anything related to it. This fanfic was inspired by the series, and song lyrics (mostly evanescence).
A/N Sorry for not updating, I was planning on updating quicker but I have preoccupied lately forum playing on my friend's website trying to gain gill ^_^ oh, its a forum on the final fantasy games, it still needs some work but when it is finally complete it is going to be way better, I know because I am helping them ^_^ another reason why this has taken so long... but we need more people!!! so anyone who joins the site www.tacticsX.vze.com and pms (pm = private message) a site administrater like seige and says Trillow sent them will get extra 500 gil and if they pm me (im Trillow) and leave their email then I will give them the next chapters a week before I post them here (no you don't have to beta read or send reply) ^_^ go to the site!!!
A/N warning, scene containing violence ahead
Chapter 4
I watch as a young girl of 14 drops beside me, blood and tears dripping down her face. She looks at me and her twisted face dons a small, reassuring smile. But her smile doesn’t reach her bright blue eyes which stay filled with pain and tears. And fear. Fear for me. She gasps and collapses, her eyes closing. No… I look at her all night, listening to her laboured breathing, listening for her next breath. I listen to her breathing for what seems like only a moment but can tell by the now rising sun, was really several hours. I listen for another gasp of breath from my sister; a gasp that never comes. I hold my own breath, hold it until I choke. And scream.
I wake up screaming and continue till my voice is hoarse and I curl up into myself, crying. I hate sleeping. Whenever I sleep the nightterrors come. Visions of my past that I wish I could erase from existence.
No, I would not erase my sister... The girl who died protecting me from my father Onigumo. I loved my brave, big sister, Angel. I would never wish her existence to have disapeared, Onigumo on the other hand.
Oh I have many, many fantasies of his demise. When next I see him I will rip out his intestines and hang him from a balcony with them. Or cut out his stomach and pour the acid from it over his face and watch as his haunting face is burned off. Or my favourite, skin him alive. Oh how I will relish carefully peeling of his skin and hearing his normally smooth voice cracking and becoming hoarse from his cries.
These are my fantasies, and do not think that he does not deserve what he will get. He is sick.
He didn't use to be sick... He use to be a happy, kind, caring and nurturing father; till my Mother had an episode that is... My Mother was schizophrenic. She was diagnosed before I was born and had many episodes all serious but she always kept control, never let it control her life.
Then one day she had an episode where I looked like a demon and thought I was going to attak her, I remember me coming into the room to show her what I had learned to play on her guitar. When she turned around she screamed running off to the kitchen and told me to go away, but why? What did I do? I was only six at the time so I did not understand what was happening.
So I followed her, when I came upon her brandishing a knife and warily waving it in front of her as if to ward something off. "Go away demon and leave me be!!!" she cried.
I just stared at her and started to walk toward her when something pulled me back. I fell behind someone, Angel!!! She must pf heard my Mommy screaming and came down to fix it!!!
My sister looked at me and told me to go call Daddy at work, that the number was written on the phone and as she gave me a reassuriing smile turned to Mommy and started to advance. I skipped off to the phone to call Daddy with a smile on my face knowing that now Angel was here everything would be fine. As I was talking to Daddy I heard Mommy scream from the Kitchen and a loud crash, my Daddy must have heard to for he said "be good girl Kagome and stay put and I will be right there!"
So I sat on the couch beside the phone to wait, I wanted to see what had happened and what the crash was but I was a good girl so I stayed put like Daddy had said to.
I waited for a long time and was really bored but I remained still.
What seemed like hours later Daddy finally arrived!!! I smiled and ran to meet him at the door and jumped right into him. Normally he would pick me up and hug me while spinning around a few times, but today was different. Today he just removed me from his middle and asked where Mommy and Angel were. I promptly dragged him into the kitchen.
When I got there Angel was in Mommy's arms. Mommy was holding her, stroking her hair and saying "Sorry. Sorry sweety, I'm so sorry!!" over and over again and Angel was lying down in her arms saying "I'm okay Mom, it's not deep. I'll live. It's not your fault it was the episode that did this."
"What happened?" my Daddy asked
"Gumo!! Honey, I thought Angel and Kagome were demons!! I stabbed Angel with a knife!!!"
"It's not that bad Dad, see?" Angel lifted her arm which had a cut and lots of red liquid coming from it.
"Cool!! What's that red stuff coming from your arm Angel? How did you do that? Can you show me?" I exclaimed excitedly but noone paid attention.
"Angel come with me, I am taking you to the emergency room, You might need stiches."
"I'm coming too Gumo!!"
"Me too!!" I cried.
"Honey come with me, Kagome I am dropping you over at Eiko's, you still have overnight things from last time you were there"
"Yeah!! Sleepover!!!" I cried in joy.
While I was at Eiko's I asked my questions to Eiko and she explained to me what that red stuff, blood, was. hehe she couldn't believe that I didn't know!! She wanted to know if I had ever scraped my knee, I hadn't. So she then explained everything to me.
Next day my Daddy picked me up and took me home, but only Angel was there. She explained to me that Mommy's episodes were getting out of hand so she had to go somewhere where she could be monitered so she wouldn't hurt herself or anyone else. That didn't make any sense to me, why would Mommy hurt someone? or herself? It didn't make any sense.
Shortly after that day we moved to another house closer to where Mommy now lived and visited her occasionally. Daddy did the most visiting, every day he would visit and Angel would babysit me till he got back. I did not like it when he came back. He would make Angel cry and sometimes he would make her bleed... I didn't like it.
School in my new school was the same as the last one, I made many friends and all my teachers commented how smart I was!! I was put in higher grades for certain subjects just like at my old school and all the older girls would fawn over me. I loved it!! Life at school was great!! My sister liked it too. Everyday after school we would go to the library together and she would do her homework and teach me what she was learning and said what a good smart girl I was!!!
Everytime we would have to leave though and go back home... I hated home!! I wanted to live in the library!!!
Home was too scary when Daddy was around.
Life continued like this for a year. One day Daddy got a phone call in the morning as me and Angel were about to walk to school. He seemed angry, angrier than I had ever seen him before. I went over to him to ask what was wrong and he hit me!! He kept on hitting me many times before my sister finally got him of me, when she did he started kicking me as hard as he could, my sister tried to stop him I know she did, but she couldn't.
After awhile I lost conciousness. When I woke I hurt all over and could hear thudding sounds. My Father was knocking Angel around like a rag doll, finally she dropped to the ground beside me, bloody and beaten. She smiled at me and as she did blood spilled from her mouth. I could see pain and fear in her eyes. Fear for me and what the future would bring. Then her eyes softly closed as she passed out from the pain.
My father left us laying on the ground with the sticky blood all around. Whenever I tried to move it would hurt so bad and the blood was like glue keeping me stuck to the floor. So I stayed where I was and tried not to breath to much because the pain it caused was so great.
As I lay I watched Angel as she took slow breaths. It seemed like after every breath she took the next breath would come slower than the one before. It continued to slow as the sun rose and spread its light through the window. Funny, I could of sworn it was still day. Time must have accelerated somehow..
I watched and listened for the next breath carefully... but it didn't come. Angel had stopped breathing. But Eiko had told me that when a person stopped breathing they were dead and thier spirit would grow wings and become an angel that would allow them to fly to heaven.
Angel did not have die though, she was already an angel, her name said so. Why would she leave me? She told me she would never leave!! I start screaming, the pain in doing so is so much, but I can't stop myself. I scream and cry till once again I lose conciousness.
When I awoke I was in a hospital. A very nice person came to visit me at the hospital, she was the one who told me that that day when my father got the phone call was the morning after my mother had committed suicide. My father upon hearing this had lost his sanity and took out everything on me and my sister. My sister had not survived like brave little me. She said that it wasn't my fault that my father had done what he did, nor was my mother's death. I know she was lying. She was just saying that to be nice like nice people do.
She asked me what i wanted from the house, that I could have anything. So I made a list:
1. My mother's guitar
2. My sister's pendant
3. My best friend Dizzy the Dinousaur
Yeah I know most little girls liked cutsy stuffed animals but I liked Dizzy. Dinosaurs were big and strong, they could protect you from mean giants like adults.
When the social worker next came she had brought all the things on my list as well as my clothes, which were in a big duffel bag. As soon as I got the guitar I started playing it. One of my arms were broken so it was difficult but I managed somehow. Staying at the hospital was boring. Playing songs passed time and took me away.
Those days I would drift freely. Following my music wherever it took me. Somehow that changed over time. I learned during my stays at various group homes and foster homes that drifting off was dangerous, people would hit you if you didn't listen to them so I always had to make sure I had an ear remain behind with my body. Not doing so meant pain.
Kids at the various homes taght me how to do things like pick locks and to use a knife. They were both my most hated enemies and my most treasured allies. I no longer had any friends. I had no use for friends. Friends were just more people who could hurt you or be hurt. Both situations being unbearable.
All through my life I have always had the dream to live in the library. The library was safe. You could read in absolute silence and escape into the books without fear of someone hurting you if you did. It was also so peacefull. I always felt calm in the library.
Eventually I grew tired of everything and decided I would live in the library. At the age of ten, armed only with my guitar, my backpack of clothes, small hairpins I had hidden in my hair to pick locks and one tricky butterfly knife one kid had given me because she couldn't figure out how to use it. I, however, had learned and in exchange for the knife had done her homework for her.
So anyways, I finally decided to run away and live in the library, and so I did. Every night I break into the library and community center. The center had a pool with showers and a lost and found box. Over the years I survived by taking any black clothing from the lost and found that either fit or were too big (I could grow into it later). I would take showers, soap, shampoo and conditioner from the changeroom of the pool. Every night I would sleep on the soft couches of the library. Every morning before I left I would choose a few books to read during the day. Food was the only thing I can not get.
Now I am 16. Wow, sweet 16, I feel soo lucky. This year has not been a "sweet" year. It has been just like any other year I have known in my life since Angel died. Cold, hungry, invisable, lifeless, wanting. Everything I have known since then has been pain. At least Angel found her wongs, at least she can fly to where she is loved. She used to dream she would grow wings like a real angel, and fly off but she promised she would never leave me behind if she did. Well where are you now Angel? I have been forsaken.
I wrote a song for her, but I don't sing it often. It always makes me cry.
I walk through a graveyard till I come to Angel's grave. It has been 9 years since her death, if she were alive today she would have been 23 years old. In college, safe, and I would of been with her if she had only stayed alive a bit longer. You see, she had cried out during the beating and neighbours had heard her and called in the incidence in the morning, that is how I got found, police had come to investigate, saw the mess through the window, broke in and called an abulance, I was saved but she was already dead so it didn't matter.
Why hadn't those people called earlier? Angel could of been saved, but no. People had to follow the human condition and think only of themselves. They turned off the light and went to sleep, shutting the window so they couldn't hear my sister's cries. What the hell is wrong with people? Screw the "human condition" that is just not right. They think they are better than my father? Hah!! They are worse, they know better, they have a concious that they not only choose to ignore but they tie it up and gag it. People disgust me.
A/N Wow, that was a particularly dark fic, bet you all thought it was Rin, right? Wrong!!! HAH!!! I love playing people like tha, it is just sooo much fun!!! Twists are great!! Hope you like that last chapter, sorry again for the long wait. Guess who is introduced next chapter? hmmm
Chapter 5
I love the park, it is peacefull here, even if it is cold. I can read and no one will bug me. At least I thought no one would. Some snivling little bratt is ruining the peace!! I can't stand it when people cry! I can't even stand it when I cry, crying is for the weak and I cannot afford to be weak; only the strong survive. The weak shall perish like the way innocence does. Just like my innocence did.
A/N Don't forget to review!!! Or to go to www.tacticsX.vze.com, register and pm Seige or Rune and say that Trillow sent you. It is a forum roleplaying site (think mix of final fantasy 7 setting with final fantasy 11 for the online gaming, and you don't even need a console or pay for anything!! unless you lose a bet to the administraters like Chiro did ^_^ hehe check it out its fun!!)
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Kagome lives on the streets of Toronto, she has been there so long she has almost forgotten her past. Almost. She has night terrors. Flashes of the past she doesn’t want to remember. To forget her past she detaches herself off from her memories, from her emotions and from her music. She has done this for so long she has forgot herself. She becomes a shadow. Then she meets other street kids, each with a tale of grace and despair. Each of whom help to unlock one of her emotions. Then she meets one street kid’s brother that wears a mask so much like what she became. Can he unlock the most important emotion of all? Love. And will he be able to help Kagome find herself and with it her voice? Eventual Sesshoumaru/Kagome, little Sango/Miroku, Kohaku/Rin, Inuyasha/Kikyo, Kouga/Ayame,
Disclaimer
I do not own Inu Yasha or anything related to it. This fanfic was inspired by the series, and song lyrics (mostly evanescence).
A/N Sorry for not updating, I was planning on updating quicker but I have preoccupied lately forum playing on my friend's website trying to gain gill ^_^ oh, its a forum on the final fantasy games, it still needs some work but when it is finally complete it is going to be way better, I know because I am helping them ^_^ another reason why this has taken so long... but we need more people!!! so anyone who joins the site www.tacticsX.vze.com and pms (pm = private message) a site administrater like seige and says Trillow sent them will get extra 500 gil and if they pm me (im Trillow) and leave their email then I will give them the next chapters a week before I post them here (no you don't have to beta read or send reply) ^_^ go to the site!!!
A/N warning, scene containing violence ahead
Chapter 4
I watch as a young girl of 14 drops beside me, blood and tears dripping down her face. She looks at me and her twisted face dons a small, reassuring smile. But her smile doesn’t reach her bright blue eyes which stay filled with pain and tears. And fear. Fear for me. She gasps and collapses, her eyes closing. No… I look at her all night, listening to her laboured breathing, listening for her next breath. I listen to her breathing for what seems like only a moment but can tell by the now rising sun, was really several hours. I listen for another gasp of breath from my sister; a gasp that never comes. I hold my own breath, hold it until I choke. And scream.
I wake up screaming and continue till my voice is hoarse and I curl up into myself, crying. I hate sleeping. Whenever I sleep the nightterrors come. Visions of my past that I wish I could erase from existence.
No, I would not erase my sister... The girl who died protecting me from my father Onigumo. I loved my brave, big sister, Angel. I would never wish her existence to have disapeared, Onigumo on the other hand.
Oh I have many, many fantasies of his demise. When next I see him I will rip out his intestines and hang him from a balcony with them. Or cut out his stomach and pour the acid from it over his face and watch as his haunting face is burned off. Or my favourite, skin him alive. Oh how I will relish carefully peeling of his skin and hearing his normally smooth voice cracking and becoming hoarse from his cries.
These are my fantasies, and do not think that he does not deserve what he will get. He is sick.
He didn't use to be sick... He use to be a happy, kind, caring and nurturing father; till my Mother had an episode that is... My Mother was schizophrenic. She was diagnosed before I was born and had many episodes all serious but she always kept control, never let it control her life.
Then one day she had an episode where I looked like a demon and thought I was going to attak her, I remember me coming into the room to show her what I had learned to play on her guitar. When she turned around she screamed running off to the kitchen and told me to go away, but why? What did I do? I was only six at the time so I did not understand what was happening.
So I followed her, when I came upon her brandishing a knife and warily waving it in front of her as if to ward something off. "Go away demon and leave me be!!!" she cried.
I just stared at her and started to walk toward her when something pulled me back. I fell behind someone, Angel!!! She must pf heard my Mommy screaming and came down to fix it!!!
My sister looked at me and told me to go call Daddy at work, that the number was written on the phone and as she gave me a reassuriing smile turned to Mommy and started to advance. I skipped off to the phone to call Daddy with a smile on my face knowing that now Angel was here everything would be fine. As I was talking to Daddy I heard Mommy scream from the Kitchen and a loud crash, my Daddy must have heard to for he said "be good girl Kagome and stay put and I will be right there!"
So I sat on the couch beside the phone to wait, I wanted to see what had happened and what the crash was but I was a good girl so I stayed put like Daddy had said to.
I waited for a long time and was really bored but I remained still.
What seemed like hours later Daddy finally arrived!!! I smiled and ran to meet him at the door and jumped right into him. Normally he would pick me up and hug me while spinning around a few times, but today was different. Today he just removed me from his middle and asked where Mommy and Angel were. I promptly dragged him into the kitchen.
When I got there Angel was in Mommy's arms. Mommy was holding her, stroking her hair and saying "Sorry. Sorry sweety, I'm so sorry!!" over and over again and Angel was lying down in her arms saying "I'm okay Mom, it's not deep. I'll live. It's not your fault it was the episode that did this."
"What happened?" my Daddy asked
"Gumo!! Honey, I thought Angel and Kagome were demons!! I stabbed Angel with a knife!!!"
"It's not that bad Dad, see?" Angel lifted her arm which had a cut and lots of red liquid coming from it.
"Cool!! What's that red stuff coming from your arm Angel? How did you do that? Can you show me?" I exclaimed excitedly but noone paid attention.
"Angel come with me, I am taking you to the emergency room, You might need stiches."
"I'm coming too Gumo!!"
"Me too!!" I cried.
"Honey come with me, Kagome I am dropping you over at Eiko's, you still have overnight things from last time you were there"
"Yeah!! Sleepover!!!" I cried in joy.
While I was at Eiko's I asked my questions to Eiko and she explained to me what that red stuff, blood, was. hehe she couldn't believe that I didn't know!! She wanted to know if I had ever scraped my knee, I hadn't. So she then explained everything to me.
Next day my Daddy picked me up and took me home, but only Angel was there. She explained to me that Mommy's episodes were getting out of hand so she had to go somewhere where she could be monitered so she wouldn't hurt herself or anyone else. That didn't make any sense to me, why would Mommy hurt someone? or herself? It didn't make any sense.
Shortly after that day we moved to another house closer to where Mommy now lived and visited her occasionally. Daddy did the most visiting, every day he would visit and Angel would babysit me till he got back. I did not like it when he came back. He would make Angel cry and sometimes he would make her bleed... I didn't like it.
School in my new school was the same as the last one, I made many friends and all my teachers commented how smart I was!! I was put in higher grades for certain subjects just like at my old school and all the older girls would fawn over me. I loved it!! Life at school was great!! My sister liked it too. Everyday after school we would go to the library together and she would do her homework and teach me what she was learning and said what a good smart girl I was!!!
Everytime we would have to leave though and go back home... I hated home!! I wanted to live in the library!!!
Home was too scary when Daddy was around.
Life continued like this for a year. One day Daddy got a phone call in the morning as me and Angel were about to walk to school. He seemed angry, angrier than I had ever seen him before. I went over to him to ask what was wrong and he hit me!! He kept on hitting me many times before my sister finally got him of me, when she did he started kicking me as hard as he could, my sister tried to stop him I know she did, but she couldn't.
After awhile I lost conciousness. When I woke I hurt all over and could hear thudding sounds. My Father was knocking Angel around like a rag doll, finally she dropped to the ground beside me, bloody and beaten. She smiled at me and as she did blood spilled from her mouth. I could see pain and fear in her eyes. Fear for me and what the future would bring. Then her eyes softly closed as she passed out from the pain.
My father left us laying on the ground with the sticky blood all around. Whenever I tried to move it would hurt so bad and the blood was like glue keeping me stuck to the floor. So I stayed where I was and tried not to breath to much because the pain it caused was so great.
As I lay I watched Angel as she took slow breaths. It seemed like after every breath she took the next breath would come slower than the one before. It continued to slow as the sun rose and spread its light through the window. Funny, I could of sworn it was still day. Time must have accelerated somehow..
I watched and listened for the next breath carefully... but it didn't come. Angel had stopped breathing. But Eiko had told me that when a person stopped breathing they were dead and thier spirit would grow wings and become an angel that would allow them to fly to heaven.
Angel did not have die though, she was already an angel, her name said so. Why would she leave me? She told me she would never leave!! I start screaming, the pain in doing so is so much, but I can't stop myself. I scream and cry till once again I lose conciousness.
When I awoke I was in a hospital. A very nice person came to visit me at the hospital, she was the one who told me that that day when my father got the phone call was the morning after my mother had committed suicide. My father upon hearing this had lost his sanity and took out everything on me and my sister. My sister had not survived like brave little me. She said that it wasn't my fault that my father had done what he did, nor was my mother's death. I know she was lying. She was just saying that to be nice like nice people do.
She asked me what i wanted from the house, that I could have anything. So I made a list:
1. My mother's guitar
2. My sister's pendant
3. My best friend Dizzy the Dinousaur
Yeah I know most little girls liked cutsy stuffed animals but I liked Dizzy. Dinosaurs were big and strong, they could protect you from mean giants like adults.
When the social worker next came she had brought all the things on my list as well as my clothes, which were in a big duffel bag. As soon as I got the guitar I started playing it. One of my arms were broken so it was difficult but I managed somehow. Staying at the hospital was boring. Playing songs passed time and took me away.
Those days I would drift freely. Following my music wherever it took me. Somehow that changed over time. I learned during my stays at various group homes and foster homes that drifting off was dangerous, people would hit you if you didn't listen to them so I always had to make sure I had an ear remain behind with my body. Not doing so meant pain.
Kids at the various homes taght me how to do things like pick locks and to use a knife. They were both my most hated enemies and my most treasured allies. I no longer had any friends. I had no use for friends. Friends were just more people who could hurt you or be hurt. Both situations being unbearable.
All through my life I have always had the dream to live in the library. The library was safe. You could read in absolute silence and escape into the books without fear of someone hurting you if you did. It was also so peacefull. I always felt calm in the library.
Eventually I grew tired of everything and decided I would live in the library. At the age of ten, armed only with my guitar, my backpack of clothes, small hairpins I had hidden in my hair to pick locks and one tricky butterfly knife one kid had given me because she couldn't figure out how to use it. I, however, had learned and in exchange for the knife had done her homework for her.
So anyways, I finally decided to run away and live in the library, and so I did. Every night I break into the library and community center. The center had a pool with showers and a lost and found box. Over the years I survived by taking any black clothing from the lost and found that either fit or were too big (I could grow into it later). I would take showers, soap, shampoo and conditioner from the changeroom of the pool. Every night I would sleep on the soft couches of the library. Every morning before I left I would choose a few books to read during the day. Food was the only thing I can not get.
Now I am 16. Wow, sweet 16, I feel soo lucky. This year has not been a "sweet" year. It has been just like any other year I have known in my life since Angel died. Cold, hungry, invisable, lifeless, wanting. Everything I have known since then has been pain. At least Angel found her wongs, at least she can fly to where she is loved. She used to dream she would grow wings like a real angel, and fly off but she promised she would never leave me behind if she did. Well where are you now Angel? I have been forsaken.
I wrote a song for her, but I don't sing it often. It always makes me cry.
I walk through a graveyard till I come to Angel's grave. It has been 9 years since her death, if she were alive today she would have been 23 years old. In college, safe, and I would of been with her if she had only stayed alive a bit longer. You see, she had cried out during the beating and neighbours had heard her and called in the incidence in the morning, that is how I got found, police had come to investigate, saw the mess through the window, broke in and called an abulance, I was saved but she was already dead so it didn't matter.
Why hadn't those people called earlier? Angel could of been saved, but no. People had to follow the human condition and think only of themselves. They turned off the light and went to sleep, shutting the window so they couldn't hear my sister's cries. What the hell is wrong with people? Screw the "human condition" that is just not right. They think they are better than my father? Hah!! They are worse, they know better, they have a concious that they not only choose to ignore but they tie it up and gag it. People disgust me.
A/N Wow, that was a particularly dark fic, bet you all thought it was Rin, right? Wrong!!! HAH!!! I love playing people like tha, it is just sooo much fun!!! Twists are great!! Hope you like that last chapter, sorry again for the long wait. Guess who is introduced next chapter? hmmm
Chapter 5
I love the park, it is peacefull here, even if it is cold. I can read and no one will bug me. At least I thought no one would. Some snivling little bratt is ruining the peace!! I can't stand it when people cry! I can't even stand it when I cry, crying is for the weak and I cannot afford to be weak; only the strong survive. The weak shall perish like the way innocence does. Just like my innocence did.
A/N Don't forget to review!!! Or to go to www.tacticsX.vze.com, register and pm Seige or Rune and say that Trillow sent you. It is a forum roleplaying site (think mix of final fantasy 7 setting with final fantasy 11 for the online gaming, and you don't even need a console or pay for anything!! unless you lose a bet to the administraters like Chiro did ^_^ hehe check it out its fun!!)
Now, do you see that little button in bottom left corner that says review? DO IT!!!