InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Turns ❯ Prologue ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: theatrechick0920 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Martial Arts / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.27.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 567 | Visits: 493 | Status: Work In Progress
prologue.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Martial Arts / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.27.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 567 | Visits: 493 | Status: Work In Progress
Hey there! This is just a prologue but please review and tell me if I should continue. I think I will but i'd rather waste my time on something that people will actually be interested in reading. Thanks much.
SUMMARY: Kagome is a girl who has been hurt all her life. She has no real friends, only aquaintences. When she gets the chance to finally leave her abusive father what turns will her life take? Mature content and probable citrus in the future, i'm not sure to what degree.Kag and Sess later on
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters in the famed series by the name of InuYasha by Rumiko Takahashi. I do however own any original characters that will make an apperance. However credit must be given to Yu Watase for the basis of Mikagi, same name. diff character.
"Please... Please just leave me alone." she forced the words out of her mouth not daring to shed a tear. She had been backed into a wall.
"No." the word bit into her just as much as the belt did. Kagome didn't dare flinch, It would just egg him on. She had made a promise to herself that no matter how much it hurt or how pathetic she seemed, she wouldn't cry. It was worthless to cry, she told herself, It makes you even more sick, she would repeat. The snaps of the belt stopped and Kagome raised her head, only to feel her head smashed backwards, her hair being pulled by the man kneeling in front of her. It took all of her strength not to grimace.
"Stupid bitch." Mikagi slammed her head back once more before jerking her hair forward so she kneeled at his feet, "Worthless" he mumbled. Kagome heard his boots fall heavily on the wood floor before being cut off by the slamming of the back door. Not raising her head until she heard the car sputter to life and crunch the gravel beneathe its tires. Kagome stood slowly, her whole body ached. Mikagi was especially mad tonight because Kagome hadn't had food on the table for him.
Making her way up the stairs she nearly collapsed. She was so tired. What was the point of moving any more? This happened every night, every day, for no reason. She knew it was wrong and that she should call the cops but she couldn't. Mikagi had threatened death, now it didn't seem so bad. But she refused to give up, she would prove she was better then him. She would show him. It was only 2 more months until she would finally graduate highschool. She would be out and on her own, she had gotten a full ride to NYU because of her acting and 4.0 GPA. She would leave Mikagi to rot at this run down house in the slums of Patterson, New Jersey.
Kagome pulled herself up the last few stairs to stagger into her bare walled room, falling onto her bed. Staring at her desk she looked at her scrapbook. She loved art. Anything to do with expression. In acting she always got the darker parts, people were afraid to speak to her unless absolutely necessary. She hated it. She had so much pent up anger, she couldn't help it that her art work reflected it.
SUMMARY: Kagome is a girl who has been hurt all her life. She has no real friends, only aquaintences. When she gets the chance to finally leave her abusive father what turns will her life take? Mature content and probable citrus in the future, i'm not sure to what degree.Kag and Sess later on
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters in the famed series by the name of InuYasha by Rumiko Takahashi. I do however own any original characters that will make an apperance. However credit must be given to Yu Watase for the basis of Mikagi, same name. diff character.
"Please... Please just leave me alone." she forced the words out of her mouth not daring to shed a tear. She had been backed into a wall.
"No." the word bit into her just as much as the belt did. Kagome didn't dare flinch, It would just egg him on. She had made a promise to herself that no matter how much it hurt or how pathetic she seemed, she wouldn't cry. It was worthless to cry, she told herself, It makes you even more sick, she would repeat. The snaps of the belt stopped and Kagome raised her head, only to feel her head smashed backwards, her hair being pulled by the man kneeling in front of her. It took all of her strength not to grimace.
"Stupid bitch." Mikagi slammed her head back once more before jerking her hair forward so she kneeled at his feet, "Worthless" he mumbled. Kagome heard his boots fall heavily on the wood floor before being cut off by the slamming of the back door. Not raising her head until she heard the car sputter to life and crunch the gravel beneathe its tires. Kagome stood slowly, her whole body ached. Mikagi was especially mad tonight because Kagome hadn't had food on the table for him.
Making her way up the stairs she nearly collapsed. She was so tired. What was the point of moving any more? This happened every night, every day, for no reason. She knew it was wrong and that she should call the cops but she couldn't. Mikagi had threatened death, now it didn't seem so bad. But she refused to give up, she would prove she was better then him. She would show him. It was only 2 more months until she would finally graduate highschool. She would be out and on her own, she had gotten a full ride to NYU because of her acting and 4.0 GPA. She would leave Mikagi to rot at this run down house in the slums of Patterson, New Jersey.
Kagome pulled herself up the last few stairs to stagger into her bare walled room, falling onto her bed. Staring at her desk she looked at her scrapbook. She loved art. Anything to do with expression. In acting she always got the darker parts, people were afraid to speak to her unless absolutely necessary. She hated it. She had so much pent up anger, she couldn't help it that her art work reflected it.