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This is my first fan fiction-WAAAIIIT! DON'T GO! I PROMISE I CAN WRITE!!!!
Chapter one
He woke up with a start with his heart pounding and his soiled skin clammy with sweat. His scraped cat-like ears perked up to pick up any noises of life upstairs. Hearing the reassurance of silence, he quickly searched for his battered slippers in the dark (which were two sizes too small already) and made his way up the stairs of basement-his sanctuary.
The door creaked open as two dingy-white ears and big amber eyes peaked through the doorway. These eyes and ears belonged to the young Inuyasha. Inuyasha lost track of his age, or why he should be able to live anymore besides cleaning the house in the dead of the night. His small figure was on the edge of emaciated. His complexion completed it with the pale, slightly transparent glow from lack of sunlight. Nevertheless, he was a hard worker. He had to be around his older brother, Sesshomaru.
Inuyasha worked around the house (scrubbing the floor, bathroom, etc.), racing against the sunrise. He dreaded the memory of the consequences of Sesshomaru last week. He never wanted to do the same mistake twice, but in the end, he knew the punishments he would face twice, thrice, multiple times, whether he did something wrong or not. Inuyasha finally finished drying the last dish of the final chore when the horizon turned a steel blue. Inuyasha looked out the window for a moment, then hopped off the stool by the sink. He wiped his face in his torn kimono and made his way for his basement.
He closed his door with diligence so it would not make a sound. He walked down the quite familiar stairs. Inuyasha felt around for a candle, found it, and lit it. The sudden light that flooded the small room made Inuyasha flinch. He squinted his sensitive eyes until they got adjusted, then searched for his breakfast. In the corner of the room there was a half-empty bowl of cold soup and a spoon on top of a piece of a woven mat. There he sat, crossed legged on the floor, staring at the food. He held his breath, lifted the can to his lips and tipped back his head, gulped a few times.
"Ugh! Ugh ugh. errroooww. Yuck!" He spat out.
He looked into the mold-infested bowl then threw it across the room. His stomach groaned and complained for food. Real food. He brought his knees up to his chest and rocked back and fourth, pondering on what to do next.
Sesshomy isn't up yet.I guess.It would be okay.just one.
Once again, the pairs of eyes and ears peered out of the basement door. Relieved the sun wasn't up, and the edge of the sky was an icy lavender, he sprinted to the kitchen. He quickly opened the cupboard and felt around for anything he can get his hands on. His hand passed over something -ramen. He grabbed it and jumped off the table as silent as a fox and sped for his room. He turned the corner, through the hallway, pass Sesshomaru's unnoticeable open bedroom door.
Almost there.
Inuyasha tripped over something and slid on his stomach and chin until he came to a complete halt. He dare not move. He knew what tripped him.
"Sesshomaru! I was just about to-"
Inuyasha stopped when Sesshomaru rested his foot on Inuyasha's hand where the can was held. Inuyasha looked up at Sesshomaru while his ears twitched nervously.
"I-I ran out of food-"
"Nonsense!" Sesshomaru hissed, "I was down there yesterday and I saw food in the corner!"
Sesshomaru grabbed Inuyasha by the ears and lifted him up to eye level. Inuyasha squirmed but never made a slight noise of pain. Sesshomaru punched him in the stomach repeatedly.
"TOO-GOOD-TO-EAT-YOUR-FOOD? HUH!?"
Sesshomaru kept driving his fist into the hanyou until he heard the gravel of the path way crackle from the weight of feet. Sesshomaru looked out the window, then glared at the now bloody Inuyasha. Sesshomaru then opened the basement door, threw Inuyasha in the air by the ear, then kicked him before he landed so he can tumble down the stairs.
The last sound Inuyasha heard was his father's slurred out words. The last was the stench of rum before Inuyasha lost consciousness.
A/N: The poor thing.oh well. *Shoe hits Tiano in the face* Oh come on people! You know you like the drama (*gulp*.right?) I can be funny too, so tell me if I should. Next chapter: Well of Freedom
Chapter one
He woke up with a start with his heart pounding and his soiled skin clammy with sweat. His scraped cat-like ears perked up to pick up any noises of life upstairs. Hearing the reassurance of silence, he quickly searched for his battered slippers in the dark (which were two sizes too small already) and made his way up the stairs of basement-his sanctuary.
The door creaked open as two dingy-white ears and big amber eyes peaked through the doorway. These eyes and ears belonged to the young Inuyasha. Inuyasha lost track of his age, or why he should be able to live anymore besides cleaning the house in the dead of the night. His small figure was on the edge of emaciated. His complexion completed it with the pale, slightly transparent glow from lack of sunlight. Nevertheless, he was a hard worker. He had to be around his older brother, Sesshomaru.
Inuyasha worked around the house (scrubbing the floor, bathroom, etc.), racing against the sunrise. He dreaded the memory of the consequences of Sesshomaru last week. He never wanted to do the same mistake twice, but in the end, he knew the punishments he would face twice, thrice, multiple times, whether he did something wrong or not. Inuyasha finally finished drying the last dish of the final chore when the horizon turned a steel blue. Inuyasha looked out the window for a moment, then hopped off the stool by the sink. He wiped his face in his torn kimono and made his way for his basement.
He closed his door with diligence so it would not make a sound. He walked down the quite familiar stairs. Inuyasha felt around for a candle, found it, and lit it. The sudden light that flooded the small room made Inuyasha flinch. He squinted his sensitive eyes until they got adjusted, then searched for his breakfast. In the corner of the room there was a half-empty bowl of cold soup and a spoon on top of a piece of a woven mat. There he sat, crossed legged on the floor, staring at the food. He held his breath, lifted the can to his lips and tipped back his head, gulped a few times.
"Ugh! Ugh ugh. errroooww. Yuck!" He spat out.
He looked into the mold-infested bowl then threw it across the room. His stomach groaned and complained for food. Real food. He brought his knees up to his chest and rocked back and fourth, pondering on what to do next.
Sesshomy isn't up yet.I guess.It would be okay.just one.
Once again, the pairs of eyes and ears peered out of the basement door. Relieved the sun wasn't up, and the edge of the sky was an icy lavender, he sprinted to the kitchen. He quickly opened the cupboard and felt around for anything he can get his hands on. His hand passed over something -ramen. He grabbed it and jumped off the table as silent as a fox and sped for his room. He turned the corner, through the hallway, pass Sesshomaru's unnoticeable open bedroom door.
Almost there.
Inuyasha tripped over something and slid on his stomach and chin until he came to a complete halt. He dare not move. He knew what tripped him.
"Sesshomaru! I was just about to-"
Inuyasha stopped when Sesshomaru rested his foot on Inuyasha's hand where the can was held. Inuyasha looked up at Sesshomaru while his ears twitched nervously.
"I-I ran out of food-"
"Nonsense!" Sesshomaru hissed, "I was down there yesterday and I saw food in the corner!"
Sesshomaru grabbed Inuyasha by the ears and lifted him up to eye level. Inuyasha squirmed but never made a slight noise of pain. Sesshomaru punched him in the stomach repeatedly.
"TOO-GOOD-TO-EAT-YOUR-FOOD? HUH!?"
Sesshomaru kept driving his fist into the hanyou until he heard the gravel of the path way crackle from the weight of feet. Sesshomaru looked out the window, then glared at the now bloody Inuyasha. Sesshomaru then opened the basement door, threw Inuyasha in the air by the ear, then kicked him before he landed so he can tumble down the stairs.
The last sound Inuyasha heard was his father's slurred out words. The last was the stench of rum before Inuyasha lost consciousness.
A/N: The poor thing.oh well. *Shoe hits Tiano in the face* Oh come on people! You know you like the drama (*gulp*.right?) I can be funny too, so tell me if I should. Next chapter: Well of Freedom