InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Top Predator ❯ relationship with my self ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Chapter one: A relationship with myself

Blue hair flew into Kagomes face as she spun around singing along to her favourite song. Laughing at herself, she moved towards the cupboard to grabbed a tea cup from the bottom shelf

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Unknown to her, a figure silently watched her every movement a smirk on his face and she turned to look out the window with her deep brown eyes holding her tea cup.

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Looking out into the dark backyard she squinted her eyes trying to see the stars. Not finding any she went back to making her tea.

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Half a year earlier----

At the age of 19 Kagome had found that life was rather dull. All the childish dream of vampires, demons and magic were gone. All that was left was the reality that all she had to look forward to was getting a job, working till she was 65, then retiring to become a cranky old lady telling story's of the olden days to any one close enough to hear. At 19 her life had officially past its peak.

Kagome love to dream of a brighter future. One where she meets a great guy, falls in love, then makes a future for her self with a great job. But After her first year in university and another failed relationship she decided the next relation ship she had was going to be with herself.

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Half a year later—

Well sipping her tea she contemplated if this relation ship with herself was working out. Maybe its time to end this relationship she thought half heartedly as she started to laugh. Getting up and walking out of the kitchen to the bathroom she turned the light on and looked into the mirror she removed her oversized pink headphones from her head and put her hands on here cheeks.

“aaaaaa” she said as she opening her mouth and stuck out her tong.

Turning and lifting up her shirt a little to see her waist line she laughed at how stupid she must look standing here holding her shirt up to see if she had lost any weight. Lately she had to steal Souta's belt to keep her favourite pair of skinny jeans from falling down.

Running her hands threw hair she played with the layers a little, letting the blue hair fall forward creating a layer of blue over top of the black layer of her bangs. She ran her figures threw the long black layer under the blue removing some of the tangles from the strait hair.

Slipping her head phones back over here ears she started bobbing her head to the music as she made her way back to the kitchen and her forgotten cup of tea.

Contrary to here appearance these days she was a rather laid back person. She just thought the new “emo” look for lack of a better word was “cool”. It did not help then when she went to go change her makeup to something more interesting that the lady convinced her to get bright her lip gloss, and some pink blush to make her eyes pop.

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Half a year earlier----

On the first day back at school Kagome could fell the eyes of many of the students blatantly looking right at her not even bothering to hide it. Trying to walk normally she repeated a mantra of “It does not matter what they think” over and over in her head. She was happy with her self and that is what mattered now. She was not going to look a certain way just to appease other. She just happened to really like the colour blue.

One person took more of a notice of her on the first day of classes then the others.

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Standing on the second floor looking down upon the humans walking by with the comrades not even feeling the gaze of a predator fall over them.

Such weak things they are to have lost the ability to sense when their life is threatened.

How dull this world has become with the advances in science.

The mighty predator has become the pray with the increase in humans species. He could no longer stand tall and command respect from all. Very few humans could tell what he was and even fewer lived long enough after the realization to verbalize there realization. The realization that they are not the one at the top of the food chain after all. They are not the top predator.