Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Happiness is not an option. ❯ Chapter 3

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"Oh Hinao so are we going to the ball together." Said Lydia she was wearing a cotton dress that had lilacs and daisies all over it. Her hair was carefully put in a bun with pearl lilac combs to hold it in place. She looked gorgeous in her splendor. The other girls teased her since she was a little chubby and since she was very short. But me, I loved her none the less. Her skin was tanned from all the time she spent outside. She hated being indoors and only wore a bonnet because it was a fashion to wear but she loved having the sun shine down on her radiant skin all day. "Because it would be a shame if we didn't."

"Oh we shall see if we do or not," I teased putting a thoughtful face on. "After all I have been invited by others to go grace them with my presence." Everyone who did ask was actually trying to break up my relationship with Lydia for she was not in the same class as I for I am the child of great royalty and she is the child on dead gringos. It was simply not done. "Mi amor don't worry what happens, happens and no one will control what is what. We will amor, para the rest of our lives, Si, bonita."

It put a genuine smile on her face for once in her life. "Si, guapo."

I love and I cry knowing

That my love is useless in the end

I was alone in my room Lydia had left an hour before and somehow I felt a pang of regret at letting her leave. Like something is happening that I should know of. "Amo, be safe por favor. I can't live without you. I'll gather my mask and put on my costume. Not caring what those bakas think about me. After all the worst they can do it hate us. That is all they can do." I said to my mirror. I looked just like the knight in shining armor that Lydia often called me.

"Hinao-sama your people await your presence at the affair." Said one of my maids, Carmen.

"Carmen, how do I look, I mean do I look good enough to love." I asked afraid of many things. Not realizing my love was listening. Misunderstanding. My love was hurt, scared, afraid. But she ran away is what I was told.

"Lydia-chan doesn't care how you look. She always loves you no matter what. But you do look like the kawaii ohime-sama you are." She gave me a kiss on each cheek before leaving to do her work.

As I walked to the ballroom of my casa I noticed a lot of people with guilty laughing happy faces smiling telling all of what I already knew of what I dreaded Of what I wanted to prevent but was too weak. I entered the room that was chosen for this masquerade fiesta that I was hosting. And I saw many young men and women crowding in a circle in the middle of the room all laughing and drinking in their merriment all vocalizing of what needed to disappear, but never would for they had their bitterness and I have mine.

For I cried yesterday such tears of sorrow

So I'll dance tonight and love tomorrow but

I was in my room now. I saw what I knew I would see. My bonita lay lifeless on the floor. She wrote a letter though before her suicidarse one that showed a lot.

Dearest Hinao

I love you with all my heart but it has been brought to my attention you don't feel the same way as I so I have decided than rather show you my tears to let you live your life in peace and prosperity. I still love you guapo no matter how you feel and nothing will ever change my mind about us for you are mine as I yours. Enclosed with this letter is a note that your dearest living relative has put upon me to give to you and I must say farewell, goodbye, adios, a ja ne to you and never forget my loving heart.

Loving you in death,

Lydia Minamino, sister of Youko Kurama

I looked at the other letter and received quite a shock.

Dear Hinao,

Hi it is me you know who there is something very important going on and we need you to come as quickly as possible for the safety of the family. And please be careful to remember our motto.

Wishing for you here,

Kagome Higurashi

Happiness is not an option