InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Surrender ❯ Father ( Chapter 1 )

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Inside Summary:

 

Everybody expected too much out of Kagome. Of course she was the national soccer player of the school, and always had great grades which became the death of her. Everybody thought she was great, and with Kikyo's jealousy made her drown. Having her trusted happy friend Sango, ran away and left everything behind because of a guy. And having her friends ditch her because of popularity. Of course Kagome didn't realize she'd have the same fate. A guy named Sesshomaru was very fond of her.He was everything a girl wanted; a handsome, rich, popular guy that every girl begged for. Still he treated her like a saint, and decided a party would lift her spirits….wrong…

That's where she met him.. and that's where her life ended before it began….

 

 

 

 

 

“ Kagome! Oh I'm so sorry I couldn't be there. How did it go?”

 

My mother held on to the kettle that was bubbling with boiling water, while she titled it gently into the bowl of thin noodles she was famous for making. Everybody enjoyed her cooking when it came to her cook off at my high school, Shikon High. Her brown hair was held back by hairclips, while she carefully drained the excess water and placed the small bowl of noodles down beside me. She topped it off with some spices, and threw the black chopsticks in it. She had became really involved with my sports, basically smothering me more than anyone realized. She was supportive, and only wanted the best like any mother would want for her child. She'd buy anything that supported and raised money for our team; shirts, shorts, buttons. Whatever she could get a handle of. Ever since my father had ran out of our lives, she had to find something to keep her alive as well as me.

 

That night he ran away, I could clearly remember. It has changed everything; me, my mother, our whole entire lives were normal up until that day he disappeared. I never realized how much you really need someone in your life, until they're gone. It was like reading a book, and ripping out almost all the pages. A story you couldn't full understand, just like that night had been.

 

I may have been only five, but I still remember clearly, as though it was any other day; but it wasn't. My father had full wave of black hair, that was extremely wavy from the front to the nape of the neck. He had dark stumble starting below the ear, and all the way across to the other. He was a sucker for sports, especially soccer. He dreamed of becoming a soccer player, but that dream crashed when he was forced to go to College, and his parents didn't even give him a chance for having a sport, as a dream. They disapproved of it. He was a lot younger than my mother, about 10 years younger. He was twenty when he married my mother, and he was 30 when he left us.

 

My father always had a gentle smile, that could cradle you in the coolest of nights. He always wanted to be the best father there was. He told his parents, if he couldn't be the greatest soccer player ever, than he'd his job would become being the greatest father ever. Their parents knew when he had said that out of the blue, he was already on his way of becoming a father. This parents almost seemed to disapprove. They thought he was throwing it all away, to be married and already have a child in his twenties. It broke his heart to know that his parents weren't happy for him, barely at all. His mother showed some compassion, but his father didn't really warm up to the fact.

 

He wanted him to go to college, get a real job like becoming a big time investor, like he had been. He expected too much out of him, exactly the same way people expect too much out of me. My father's heart broke to hear his father telling him that it was a stupid idea to throw it all way. To have his future ahead of him, when he could of waited. He mocked him saying if his dreams were going to be living off as a father, that didn't pay anything at all. My father looked him in the eye and told him, ` Being a father may not make money but you know what? It buys me happiness, pride. Everything else money could never give me.' With that, he ran off. He couldn't take the pressures of his life.

 

He sent apologizes notes every now and then to my mother, and different ones for my father. He most written in plain envelopes, with different stamps, and different names of states. California, Indiana…Arizona.. All were written a bloody black ink, and the most delicate handwriting. My mother had never been a dare devil, but she ran anyways. She had called her mother and father and told her she was going to leave, and live with the man she loved. Many considered that idiotic, but to many it was like a bitter sweet love story that was beginning to unfold.

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My father rarely called them, because he didn't want them to hear the weakness, and the tiredness in his voice. He didn't want to hear his father's voice yelling in his ear. He rather a note was a beautiful way to explain it all. They had been running around every state, with my mother half pregnant and him losing all his jobs. He had jeopardized his life at that point, trying so hard to find another job that would keep them stable and prove for me. They had finally settled down in Tokyo, Japan, where my mother originated from. My father had already developed some of the language, and my mother had spoke it ever since she was young.

 

My mother had me on May 2th, 1990. My father still worried about his job, working in the lumber business. He had prayed millions of times that somehow he'd find a job that could hold all of us up together in one piece. My father named me, after a women named Kagome that he use to love and had died in a car accident before he had met my mother. She was a big time soccer player. She had a body of a goddess, and had long straight black hair and mocha colored skin. My mother agreed with the name, and understood it was my father's wishes and still he missed her ever so dearly. They had their lives ahead of each other, and was close to marriage. He didn't care if he was 15, he claimed he was going to marry her no matter what. But those dreams died, after she did. He never thought he'd get another chance, but thankfully he did when my mother stumbled upon him.

 

He had always been good to me, he practically treated me like a saint. He always took me to large events like fairs, or sports events and mostly took me to soccer screaming on the bleachers with a hotdog in hand seeing his eyes lit up like the night sky. He'd cheer and scream and holler with such tone, it was almost seemed scary to me. He always bought me great food from his games, and would point at one of the players and looked down at me.

 

` Kagome, that could have been me. I could have been in that field.”

 

He'd mumble on with excitement, and yet a depressed look at his face. His dreams were crushed but yet he acted like he still could become one with each and every passing day.

He watched it, knowing he placed himself on the field as though he was that famous soccer player that scored all the goals, and that ran like the wind down the grassy stretch of field. I'd listen to my father stories of when he was younger eagerly, while he decided that he'd teach me himself.

 

` Kagome, your ready?'

 

He asked placing the ball perfectly a couple of feet in front of me, with me dressed in some grass stained jersey shorts and a bright yellow t-shirt that I practically swam in. He'd back away from the side, having the growl of a tiger in his voice. I threw my hair back in a sleek ponytail, moving the bangs out of my face ready to kick that ball straight down the field. I'd smile at him, until my eyes disappeared when I saw the gentle smile on his face.

 

“ Yep! Ready!”

 

I screamed with delight, placing my thumbs up while I moved down glaring at the ball, seeking my target waiting for a whistle or a sound of some kind to set me off. It wasn't really like he forced me into it, we had practiced so much that I had practically decided I wanted to be on a team. My father smacked me gently on the back, while I had sweat dripping down my face and signs of sunburn on my cheeks, and of course grass stains and dirt all over my clothing. He'd smile brightly, while we walked towards the parking lot as he opened the car door.

 

“ Kagome, I'm proud of you.”

 

He buckled my seatbelt, falling into the seat knowing I was still short and pretty young. He'd look in the rearview mirror to see me kicking my feet up, bouncing the ball one hand to another. I'd beamed when he said it, and it made me feel so much better than I ever was. He turned towards the road still a lingering smile on his face. I caught him catching glimpses of me still with my soccer face on as he called it, knowing I wanted to do some more.

 

“ Umm Daddy?”

 

Innocently I looked at him, as we stopped at the red light while only sounds of engines rattling and music blaring could be heard. He swung his head back, knowing the light was still red and could spare some time before he had to keep his eyes on the road.

 

“ Ya, champ?”

 

He smiled abit longer knowing he had to turn around when he caught a glimpse of the light changing from red to green. We were already in the country side, seeing horses flying and galloping in the fields with their babies along side trying to catch up, and cows lazily grazing in the fields and laying down in the dirt. We took the long road, knowing we were slowly entering back into the city.

 

“ In my school, they've got a soccer season coming up. You think I'll be able to do it?”

 

I asked, with hesitation in my voice. Nothing could be approved unless my father could give me an answer. I could never make decisions on my own that well, and I wasn't sure if being on a league would make me, or break me. He seemed to know so much about it, and I felt like I knew basically nothing compared to him.

 

He turned down the courts of beautiful homes, coming up towards Sango, hoping I could catch a glimpse of her somewhere in the window, or outside so I could wave to her. I saw a girl my height with long brown hair, as I rolled down the window as fast as I could.

 

“ Sango!”

 

I screamed out, while she was in her boxing outfit; bright red shorts, and a dark blue t-shirt that fit her perfectly. She had her sunglasses on top of her head, as she read on the porch heavily on the porch swing until she heard me screaming her name, as she looked up and waved back when she saw my whole body half way out the window. I looked towards my father, as we finally passed all the houses I knew and finally felt ourselves pulling up the driveway.

 

“ Kagome, you don't always have to ask me. Look if you feel you really feel you like the sport and all you should try. Trying isn't going to hurt, now is it?”

 

My feet knocked the soccer ball, towards the small white and blue colored porch while I let it rest in front of the door, beside the small bench. I looked down at my feet seeing how muddy and dirty I became, while I glanced up at my father who was grabbing the keys out of his pocket to open the door.

 

“ I guess not.”

 

“ You know Kagome, a lot of those soccer players wouldn't be what they are today if they didn't dare themselves.You should ask yourself what you want to do, rather than asking other people. It's up to you Kagome, it's all up to you. With those words, they were the last words that would ever hear from him, again.

 

 

Author's Notes: This is just alittle preview. For now anyways. After Bitter Sweet is done, I'll likely get working on this fic. So please read and review!