InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Overrated Freak ❯ The Disturbing Message ( Chapter 1 )

Dedicated to Gin and my mad fan (no, not as in crazy mad. Just pissed off mad) who is the inspiration of this fic

Chapter 1

The Disturbing Message

Disclaimer: ...Do u even have to ask? (glances at mad lawyers) Sigh, all right I give up. As much as I want to I don't own any characters from Inuyasha.

Dedicated to Gin and my mad fan (no, not as in crazy mad. Just pissed off mad) who is the inspiration of this fic

Kagome stared at her flat laptop's screen as it casted the eerie light into her dark room. Her gaze never once left the screen. Shock and hurt both shone in her eyes. She closed her eyes desperately hoping that what she saw before her would eventually go away.

It was a flamer. Her very first real flamer. She wasn't used to getting real flamers. She usually got reviews flowing in on how people loved her fanfic and wanted her to continue writing more. Oh sure she had gotten flamers before. But they were mostly advice on how to make her fanfic better. But this one was different. It not only claimed that she had a horrible story, but hey, it was down right rude!
It read:

"Keh. Just read your fic. Are you in second grade? If you are, you should know that this is the Rated R section and that you should just stick to writing PG fics. In other words, you suck!!!!!! I mean you totally got the personalities wrong, the story is completely wack, and so corny I just wanna vomit! I mean do you even watch the series or read the manga? I don't have time for reading disgusting fanfics like yours so go back to second grade and learn to write and do something better with your life you overrated freak!!!!!!"

Kagome read it over and over again and with each word that she read with her gorgeous sapphire eyes, her rage grew more and more. Instead of updating her new fanfic "Across the sea, my Love," like she usually did at 11:00 at night, she stood and logged off online without even saying good-bye to her online pen pal that she was talking to. She shut the black laptop down and slammed down the cover, making a big clicking sound that could have woken anyone up in her quiet mansion. She was tempted to throw the lap to the other side of her spacious lilac room but instead placed it gently down onto the floor and kicked it under her business like desk. As much as she wanted a way to vent her anger, destroying things was not the answer. All she needed to do was calm her nerves. She stooped over to her glamorous light purple queen-size bed in rage. It was a good thing that the maids kept her room so neat or else she might have tripped on something due to the fact that it was completely dark in her room now.

She reached her bed and jumped onto it. Groping around, she found one of her fluffy pillows and began fiercely punching it. Hard. After beating the living out of her now lumpy in a few places pillow, she felt that her rage and adrenaline had finally calmed down. She straightened her black velvet strap-tank top pajama top. She went under the covers and pulled them over her body, letting only her head be exposed to the chilly night air that came from the opened window of her room.

She ran her fingers through her midnight blue hair and swiped away the few wisps of hair that had fallen on her flawless porcelain skin. Though she was not tired from berating the innocent pillow, her rage has caused a few glands of sweat to bead down her forehead.

She turned to her side, wanting for her body to finally relax allowing her to sleep but she still couldn't get that flamer out of her head. The thought of it just seemed to go around and around in her head and wouldn't stop. She somehow had her heavy breathing turn into a soft breeze and finally began to fall asleep. But her final thought was this: "Whoever wrote that flamer is sooooo screwed."


A/n: Sigh. It feels great to get that out of my system. I would like to thank Gin for helping me write this (Read her stuff. Her user name is Gin Aibu or something but she writes awesome descriptions). And I would like to than the fan that sent me that rude flamer. Hey, you know what? If they wanted to see a story with the characters original personalities, watch the show. They have new episodes!!!! And another thing; it is one thing to judge my fic and give me the totally honest opinion because that's what I ask for. But it is a completely different story when they called me what they called me. Because hey, they don't even know who the heck I am. So get this, my mad fan (I ain't naming names cuz hey, it could get messy); I am the writer of the fic and you read it. I can do whatever the hell I wanna do with the story and as an American with the right I will speak my mind! So quit your complaining, and get off the cross because we need the wood! (but hey, thanks for the idea) This fic will continue, and I assure you that there is much more to the plot than what I have shown so far. The flamer is just the starting point of a story.

Now that I've calmed down, please review (smiles sweetly)

~~~SNEAK PEAK~~~

"Who exactly sent that to me?" Kagome demanded. She clenched her fists in a desperate attempt to remain calm. She knew that he had figured out who this oh-so-rude-flamer was, and she wanted to know now!

Miroku stared at Kagome for a moment with awe written all over his expression. It was rare occasion when Kagome would get so worked up about a flamer. 'It must have been really mean,' Miroku deducted. 'Oh, well. He brought this upon himself. At least I won't be at the receiving side of that temper.' Glancing once more at the furious senior, Miroku gave in. "Alright. It was written by…."

~~~END SNEAK PEAK~~~