InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Closed Door Just Might Open ❯ moving in ( Chapter 3 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
Thank you to Sara_bell_from_hell for reviewing. Now only if others would follow your example. And to innocencedied2nite; I think I have typical teenager actions because I'm a teenager. I still don't know what PoV's I'm putting, but I know I'm putting Inuyasha in this chapter. I'll let you know.
Disclaimer: I don't own Rurouni Kenshin or Wolf's Rain.
On with the story.
The Closed Door Just Might Open
Chapter 3: moving in
**************(PoV change)
I got back from school to find that not everything was moved in yet. Great, now I have to help out with the rest. It took two hours, but everything finally got placed into the house. I found my brother relaxing on the couch, already immersed into another book. He has this obsession of reading books. It's kinda like a virus cause I got a little hooked on it, too, but not as much as him.
My brother is really only a person I live with. I'm not that close with him. So I guess we're not what you'd call brotherly. If you looked at us, you could tell we're bothers.
Now I checked the living room, the family room, any room I had a possibility of going into today, for closed windows. Then came the questionnaire I give my brother any time I come home, with a few added questions because of the move.
“Is all the stuff we have moved in?” I ask as I'm checking windows in rooms.
“Yes,” he responded nonchalantly, nose deep in book.
“The front and back door locked?” walking over towards the doors.
“Yes, so you don't have to check them,” he stated just I was about the turn the knob. He's still in his book. It's like he has eyes in the back of his head.
“Fine, Sesshomaru,” I firmly declare then lastly ask, “ are we going out at any time, for any thing, at all, for the rest of the day?”
“No, you're safe, Inuyasha. Now leave me alone.” He says while his arm does the shooing motion.
“Alright, I can take a hint. I'll go now. Just on my way. Leaving now—”
“Would you go already!” he says exasperatedly, finally looking away from his book at me.
“Fine, geesh. I'm going. God.” I say looking obviously offended, heading toward my room.
I get to my room and throw my bag on my bed, tearing off my necklace. The changes happen instantly. My hair is no longer that inky black color, but now a gleaming silver. My vision is sharper and my eyes are a striking amber. Fangs grow to their rightful length in my mouth and my nails lengthen into claws. I feel less tired than I did during the day and lastly, two furry white dog-ears appear at the top of my head.
I wrap my arms tight around my body. Nice to feel like myself again. I always have to hide this part of myself and I feel so restricted. Not many people accept half-demons. It's just full-blooded demons or humans. No in-betweens. I finger my fang necklace in my hands. It's not just a fang. It was my father's. He gave it to my mom to give to me to hide my demon side. He must've known all the trouble I would go through as a half-demon to give it to me. I'll never know; he died before I could meet him.
So I can only be myself when I'm at home. Not the best place in the world, considering I have a brother like that to live with. My brother is a person I just live with. I'm not that close with him. So I guess we're not what you'd call brotherly. If you looked at us you could tell we're bothers, but that's the only way. The big difference between us is he's a full demon. There's tons of other differences, but that's the biggest. His hair is longer and a bluer looking silver than mine. Because he's full demon, he has demon markings on his body. The one's you see are twin magenta stripes on the cheeks of his face and his hands, and he has a dark blue crescent on his forehead. Part of his demon markings is the red stripes over his thinner eyes that make him look like he wears eye shadow. I know now not to make fun of it if I value my life. Oh, and he has no dog-ears at the top of his head. He has pointed ears on the side like a human. That's just appearance, there's so much more when it comes to personality. We'd be here for years if I had to explain that. ok, a little bit of an exaggeration, but you get my idea.
I look through the sliver of light my window provides what with the curtains almost all the way closed. I have to keep our windows closed so no one will see me, but I still like sunlight. Through the opening I can see across my yard over toward Kagome's house. Oh, right. I live next to her now. I don't see much activity coming from that house. Her window must not be facing me because she strikes me as a girl who keeps her windows open.
Kagome is an interesting girl. She was so different in grade school, though. She used to leave her raven hair down; sometimes had a new style every day. Now she just leaves it in a ponytail in the middle of the back of her head. Sometimes she wore skirts and brightly colored clothes that just screamed `look at me', but not in a conceited way. Now, the most vibrant color she wears is sky blue and the only bottoms she wears is pants. I remembered she used to participate in almost every school related thing and had a lot of friends.
She used to be so happy. I'm not saying she's not happy anymore, but she's just different. The last thing I heard about her in the school newspaper was when she was forcibly picked to do a game at a pep assembly…two years ago. And she was pretty good then, even if it was against her will. Everything changed when we started junior high. She didn't even show up the first day. She didn't show up the first week. She didn't start school until a month in. she came as a changed person, much like she is now. And no one knew why. We still don't. She didn't tell anybody anything. I'm not even sure she told Sango because I know she tells her everything. It's just one of those mysteries.
I head over to my computer and decide I feel like chatting. I have this girl I talk to, about art. No one knows I like art, not even Miroku who I tell everything to. I may like art, but I suck at actually doing it. Everything looks deformed or just not right, but this girl I talk with is amazing. It looks exactly like it should. What's better is she's into manga/anime; it's all she draws. I don't know any girls that are into that. She draws mostly Rurouni Kenshin and Wolf's Rain. Sometimes she does different ones, but those are her usual drawings.
She posts all her drawings on deviantart, which I check every day for new entries. We've been sending e-mails and IMs back to each other for a year now. And the majority of things we talk about is art. Maybe some other things, but generally art. I only truly feel like myself when I talk to her.
So I log onto the deviantart chatrooms looking for her. It appears she's already online.
(unwantedhanyou has just logged on)
father'sfailure: FINALLY!!! wat took u so long?
unwantedhanyou: well, srr-ry. i just moved in 2 a diffrent house so evrythin was in boxes. ur lucky u can talk to me this soon.
father'sfailure: oh. srry 2 snap at u.
unwantedhanyou: it's ok. i guess. u need 2 learn 2 B nicer.
father'sfailure: me? wat about u. ur the rudest person i've ever met.
unwantedhanyou: technically we haven't met because that would require a face 2 face.
father'sfailure: yeah, yeah. u think ur so smart.
unwantedhanyou: *beams* only cuz it's true.
father'sfailure: whatev. stupid.
unwantedhanyou: who u callin stupid? have u looked in a mirror lately?
father'sfailure: shuttup. i wanted to talk 2 u so i would feel better and ur just making it worse.
unwantedhanyou: srry. well, wat'd u want 2 talk about in the 1st place.
father'sfailure: school
unwantedhanyou: school, huh?…who wants to talk about school?
father'sfailure: u know wat i mean. i had a crappy day.
unwantedhanyou: aw. tell unwanted all about it.
father'sfailure: if ur not gonna be serious, i won't tell u.
unwantedhanyou: no, i am serious. tell.
father'sfailure: well—
unwantedhanyou: hold that thought.
father'sfailure: (irritated) wat?
unwantedhanyou: i g2g.
father'sfailure: y?
unwantedhanyou: evil brother is at door.
father'sfailure: oh, hope he doesn't kill u. at least my brother's younger and i can kill him instead of the other way around.
unwantedhanyou: (sarcastic) how nice for u.
father'sfailure: well, i g2g finish sketches anyway.
unwantedhanyou: u better tell me when ur posting em.
father'sfailure: well, of course u'll be the first to know. bye, unwanted.
unwantedhanyou: bye failure.
(father'sfailure has just logged off)
(unwantedhanyou has just logged off)
I quickly exited out of the chat room before Sesshomaru would see. I look toward him with the most innocent face I could muster. He's just staring at me with an eyebrow cocked as if asking, “Watcha doin'?” looking skeptical. He's leaning against my frame with crossed arms.
“What?” I ask annoyed. I haven't done anything. Why is he looking at me like that?
“Would you say something,” Again with the look! Would he stop already? And the silence just adds to it. It's creepy.
“We haven't even been moved in all the way for 5 minutes and you're already talking to your pen pal,” he states as if it's a crime. Wow, he speaks.
“She's not my pen pal.” What is with his knack for silence? Does he know how unnerving it is?
“I just send her e-mails and IMs.”
“That's a pen pal, Inuyasha,” he replies with a straight face. I glare at him and turn back to my computer screen.
“Yeah, whatever.” He thinks he's so smart.
“What is it you guys talk about that keeps your attention for that long?”
“None of your business, Sess—hey, are you saying I have a short attention span?” he pauses and looks toward the ceiling.
“Think about what you just said. What do you think?”
“I don't care. Get. Out!” I say as I head toward the door to push him out. He resists, obviously having something more to say to me.
“What are you, in love with her?” he puts on a fake heart felt look, “ That's so sweet. It really is.”
“Go. Away!” I shout finally managing to shut and lock the door.
“Fine, I'm gone. But so is your dinner.” He says while his voice is fading. I quickly unlock the door and yank it open. He's standing there with a devilish smirk on his face. Curse his talent of throwing his voice.
“Gotcha.” He says in a singsong voice. I growl at him and slam the door in his face. I walk over to my bed and flop face down on it.
“Now that's just rude,” came his muffled voice from the door.
“Don't care.” I ground out through the pillow my face is buried in. I get up and go over to my computer to look at My Pictures. I've saved all of father'sfailure's pictures to My Pictures. I like looking at them. Sometimes I stare for hours. So now I'm looking at her pictures.
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a/n there it is. So yeah, I put Inuyasha's PoV in there. I'm still not sure if that's all I'm putting. I'm pretty sure it is though. Aren't you all glad he's still a half demon? Bet I fooled you, huh? Sorry about that, but it's gonna go with my story. I know; it's a little short. But I couldn't think of more stuff to do that would go with this chapter. I'll put more interesting stuff in the next one. Until next time. Please review.