InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Summer of My Demon Lover ❯ My Secret Hideaway ( Chapter 1 )

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inuyasha or "The Summer of My German Soldier"

"Kagome, child. Where are ye heading off to at this hour?" an old, but kind woman asked while setting a bowl of rice down on a wooden table

A second later you could see a fairly young girl run into the kitchen like she was on fire. She was quite pretty with her shoulder-length black hair and blue eyes.

"I'm going down to the market to help out chichi." Kagome answered as she ran past her old nanny

Kaede caught her by the collar and pulled her back to the kitchen table. Kagome got her message, though she was not happy about it she sat down and began to eat her breakfast.

"You know your father does not like ye going down there. Remember what happened last time?" Kaede said as she stirred a pot of miso soup

Kagome swallowed the rice she had been eating and rubbed a spot on her side. It was a burn mark that her father had given to her after she was "rude" to a customer. She hated her father most of the time, but then she would remember when she was little and how much he loved her then, and she couldn't bring herself to hate him anymore.

"Hai, but this time I will be careful and speak like a proper young lady." Kagome said with a big smile while she went over her plan to impress her father, she had been practicing being a proper lady for over a week now

"Honestly, I doubt that ye will ever speak like a proper young lady, Kagome. You have such a wild spirit, one that you have no business locking away." Kaede said as she made another bowl on the table

"It's not like I will I'm selling my soul, I just want to help out and not get a beating out of it." Kagome said with a frown, she got beat at least once a week, but so far she had not gotten one beating this week and she took it as a good sign

"What about Sara-sama? She will be there too, and you know how much she likes to see you punished." Kaede said, placing a hand on Kagome's shoulder in a grandmotherly fashion that made Kagome feel at least a little loved

"You're right, but I have to try anyway, it's what my mother would have done." Kagome said as she continued to eat, thinking about everything that could go wrong today and how to avoid it

"Ye be right about that. Your mama would have done the same thing, and I know she is smiling at you from the afterlife, proud as can be of how well her little girl is growing up." Kagome smiled when Kaede said that, she loved hearing about her mother, and talking about her

"Nee-chan!" a little boy about the age of six come down the stairs and ran to Kagome, giving her wait a big hug

"Souta-chan, go and eat before your food gets cold." Kagome said, though her words coming out harsher than she ment them to

Kaede gave her a look, she to heard the harsh-ness in her voice, but Souta seemed oblivious as he went and began to eat his own breakfast.

"I'm going now. I'll be back for lunch, bai bai Kaede-san, Souta-chan." Kagome said she ran out of the kitchen door, she felt bad for how she had treated her little brother, but she did not want to dwell on it too much

"That child, one of these days she will make them see who she really is."

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The weather outside was nice and warm, with a cool breeze every once in a while. The sun shone bright, and the leaves swayed about in the air. It was the perfect day for a long walk, and maybe even a picnic if it stayed this nice until at least lunch. I loved walking by myself, it gave me a chance to think about everything. Like my father, and why he hates me so much. He says that I remind him of my mother, and that she was a no good whore that never loved me. I know that he's wrong, but it still hurts to hear all of those things.

My stepmother is even worse, she calls me and my mother all kinds of names, yet she had never ever met my mother and she doesn't know me. All she knows is that I am my father's first born daughter from his first wife, the woman that everyone loved, the woman that died to save her daughter. It was so long ago, or so it seems, in reality it was seven years ago when I was eight, my mother took me out for a walk as an early birthday celebration. We walked for an hour in the forest, talking about everything, but it came to a stop when a youkai showed up. We ran, but he caught me, my mother could have kept running but she came back for me, she faced the youkai so I could get away, she died so that I could live.

I know that is why my father hates me, he blames me for my mother's death, and I blame myself. She would be alive if I had not insisted on taking a walk in the forest, she would be here if I was not so selfish. My father would love me if I would have just kept my mouth shut and stayed in the damn house.

"This always happens." I found myself saying as I wiped away the tears that had begun to fall without me knowing

I tried to stop thinking about it, but the quiet made my mind wander. I looked around myself, I somehow managed to walk myself straight to the spot that my mother had died. Our favorite spot. We spent a whole month making a shelter here, our secret place that no one knew about. It had taken a lot of hard work, but we got it done before my birthday. We spent hours in there while my father was at work, it was the best time of my life. I have not been there since the day she died, I could not bring myself to step foot near here since that dreadful day.

"Since I'm here, I might as well look around." I said as I dried the rest of my tears and walked towards the door that he had hidden behind a giant tree

I tried to open the door, it was stuck from not being used for so many years, but after a minute I got it opened. I expected it to be dusty, and for there to be spider webs, and there was. Of course, there was also a silver haired man asleep on the floor, and of course I screamed because said silver haired man was asleep on the floor.

Before I knew what had happened, I was being pressed against the wall by the silver haired man and his nice body.

"Shut up girl, and I may let you walk out of here with your life." he said through clenched teeth

Of course, being who I am, bit his hand and began to yell louder when he pulled it away. It didn't last long though, he had his hand back in place before I could say something that my stepmother would call "naughty".

"Did I not tell you to shut up?" he asked slowly, with a lot of suppressed anger in his voice

I nodded my head, thinking now that it was best not to make him mad, or even more mad than he already was.

"I am going to take my hand away, but you start screaming again, I will kill you. Do you understand?" he asked, and then began to pull his hand away after I nodded

As I promised I did not scream, but that didn't stop me from scowling at him.

"Stop that, it is distracting and not in the least threatening" he said as she sat down in one of the wooden chairs that my mother had made special for me

"Could you not sit there." I asked in a low voice, one that I never thought I could make

"And why should I not sit in this chair?" he asked with a bored expression, well if you could even call it that

"Well, for one thing my mother made me that chair, and I don't want your fat ass breaking it." I screamed at him, though he told me not to, I had to

"I will give you one more chance to be quiet before I kill you, you are amusing me." he said, but did not get up

"Hey, I have an idea! Why don't you leave, doesn't that sound like so much fun?" I said with my special fake enthusiasm, this guy was irritating me

He raised an eyebrow at me, and that's when I finally got a good look at him. He had pointed ears, markings oh his face, and claws.

"Wait, you're a youkai?" I asked, my legs no longer able to hold me up, I fell right on my butt, which did not feel good

"Very perceptive." he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm

"I thought that all of the youkai that were left were in the camps." I said it more to myself, but with his hearing he heard me as clear as day, dam youkai hearing

"Yes, but not this youkai."

I was scared when he said that, but not because of his voice, oh no. It was the sadistic little smile he had on his face that scared the shit out of me.