InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Title and Registration ❯ Proluge ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Wyeth_Jinn 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.03.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 673 | Visits: 213 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.03.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 673 | Visits: 213 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer -lust, love, want, desire, to own it . . . . . But sadly don’t own Inuyasha. *frowns*
This day was no different from any other day for Kagome. In fact, her life was quite mediocre, so she thought. Compared to other twenty-two year olds her age she was considered old fashioned .Yes, she had managed to get her Master’s degree in Education , travel through Europe twice, ski the slopes on Mt. Everest, buy a Small condo, and become the owner of a small luxury car. Yet still she inevitably thought of herself as a failure.
And yet, she still yearned for something more than the quiescent pleasantries of her life. Kagome worried a nub of graphite and eraser between crooked teeth and rapped her fingers against a stack of ungraded papers in pent frustration. It was only Monday and yet she felt as though she had been going at it with her 7th grade class for days upon end. Already she felt heavy lidded; her voice already edged with the shadows fatigue. Kagome graciously awaited the end of the day. The end of the spit balls, the cheap gossip in the teachers lounge, and the leers from her male coworkers.
She gave an exasperated sigh, arching her neck, and pinching her thin nose bridge between her fingers. There she would settle into the monotony of routine; dropping by to check in on the same old boyfriend of five years at his part time job and engaging in the same quaint conversations about how their day had been. She would then drive home, sometimes breaking the etched routine to grab something to eat at a local diner, or visit Kaede . . . . It didn’t make much of a difference, it was all the same to her anyway.
She couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong with her. All of her girlfriends always gushed about how perfect Hojo was for Kagome, and barraged her with questions about ‘when the wedding was going to be.’ Hojo was a good guy, Kagome could quickly admit to that. He had come from a respectful home, the son of one of the most prominent business men in Kyoto. He had been a valedictorian of his highschool class, and reasonably attractive.
Kagome had been fifteen at the time, and had willing succumbed to his good mannered charms after the death of her father. She had been hurting and Hojo had been there at her side, offering an escape from the pain. She had smiled, clenching his offered his hand; naively believing that if she tried enough, and exerted enough effort into their relationship all of the pain would go away. That she would become numb with her affections for the teenage boy.
The ignominy and guilt that came with the circumstances of their relationship made her sick thinking about them. Behind all of the pretenses of love she had just used him as a remedy to her pain, as an emotional crutch. She couldn’t bear to break it off, although the feelings for the man she called her ‘lover’ had remained dormant for years. Kagome felt entitled to return his accented affections if nothing else.
‘To repay him for all the sacrificed years.’ She thought. ‘For all of the listless nights I spent in his comfort of his embrace.’
Kagome was wrenched sharply out of her pessimistic reveries with the seventh hour bell. She racked frustrated hands through her bangs and plastered a smile on her frowning face, until the last of her students had left before breaking down. When did she become such a horrible person who inevitably brought disappointment to those she cared and loved for the most.
Bear with me for now, the plot is rather cliche for now, but with encouragement ( Reviews are greatly appreciated!!!! ) and chapter one it will improve.
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This day was no different from any other day for Kagome. In fact, her life was quite mediocre, so she thought. Compared to other twenty-two year olds her age she was considered old fashioned .Yes, she had managed to get her Master’s degree in Education , travel through Europe twice, ski the slopes on Mt. Everest, buy a Small condo, and become the owner of a small luxury car. Yet still she inevitably thought of herself as a failure.
And yet, she still yearned for something more than the quiescent pleasantries of her life. Kagome worried a nub of graphite and eraser between crooked teeth and rapped her fingers against a stack of ungraded papers in pent frustration. It was only Monday and yet she felt as though she had been going at it with her 7th grade class for days upon end. Already she felt heavy lidded; her voice already edged with the shadows fatigue. Kagome graciously awaited the end of the day. The end of the spit balls, the cheap gossip in the teachers lounge, and the leers from her male coworkers.
She gave an exasperated sigh, arching her neck, and pinching her thin nose bridge between her fingers. There she would settle into the monotony of routine; dropping by to check in on the same old boyfriend of five years at his part time job and engaging in the same quaint conversations about how their day had been. She would then drive home, sometimes breaking the etched routine to grab something to eat at a local diner, or visit Kaede . . . . It didn’t make much of a difference, it was all the same to her anyway.
She couldn’t help but wonder if something was wrong with her. All of her girlfriends always gushed about how perfect Hojo was for Kagome, and barraged her with questions about ‘when the wedding was going to be.’ Hojo was a good guy, Kagome could quickly admit to that. He had come from a respectful home, the son of one of the most prominent business men in Kyoto. He had been a valedictorian of his highschool class, and reasonably attractive.
Kagome had been fifteen at the time, and had willing succumbed to his good mannered charms after the death of her father. She had been hurting and Hojo had been there at her side, offering an escape from the pain. She had smiled, clenching his offered his hand; naively believing that if she tried enough, and exerted enough effort into their relationship all of the pain would go away. That she would become numb with her affections for the teenage boy.
The ignominy and guilt that came with the circumstances of their relationship made her sick thinking about them. Behind all of the pretenses of love she had just used him as a remedy to her pain, as an emotional crutch. She couldn’t bear to break it off, although the feelings for the man she called her ‘lover’ had remained dormant for years. Kagome felt entitled to return his accented affections if nothing else.
‘To repay him for all the sacrificed years.’ She thought. ‘For all of the listless nights I spent in his comfort of his embrace.’
Kagome was wrenched sharply out of her pessimistic reveries with the seventh hour bell. She racked frustrated hands through her bangs and plastered a smile on her frowning face, until the last of her students had left before breaking down. When did she become such a horrible person who inevitably brought disappointment to those she cared and loved for the most.
Bear with me for now, the plot is rather cliche for now, but with encouragement ( Reviews are greatly appreciated!!!! ) and chapter one it will improve.
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