Inuyasha Mess to Success Pt. 1
- Eva
- Mar 6, 2019
- 4 min read
So…I haven’t opened this binder in fourteen years guys. BOY OH BOY. I can’t give this blog a proper opening so…………..let’s just jump right in. Time for you all to take a look at my shame. I’m laughing and crying at the same time. Nervous. Am I supposed to feel nervous? Shit. Okay
To Get to A Demon’s Heart.
By: Little Eva.
Ivy Tsukino (Oh…this is the last name I went with? This is going to be a great story.) woke up to the sound of her father banging, her mother yelling in rage and Tomoe (Uh…yep.), her 15 year old brother slightly weeping in the corner. (*Rubs face*) She sat up and turned on the light only to be greeted by Tomoe’s tear streaked face and eyes full of fear. “Tomoe come here.” She said quietly opening her arms.
(You guys, there aren’t any paragraphs. I WILL INSERT THEM. I can’t take this.)
Tomoe got up and got next to her in the bed. (Nice sentence structure, Eva. Bravo.) She whispered “Sssh, everything will be alright.” While rocking him in her arms. (Okay. THIS IS A GROWN ASS TEENAGER. What is going on?!)
They stayed like that until a earth shaking yell came downstairs “Ivy…Tomoe get the hell out of bed and get your asses down here!”
They got out of bed and walked downstairs. As soon as their dad saw them he yelled “Come closer you disgusting maggots.”
(…*Opens mouth. Pauses. Closes mouth.*)
They did what they were told. “Pack your bags we’re moving to…”
“Why” interrupted a now mad Ivy.
Her dad looked at her wide eyed and the next thing she knows shes on the floor cupping her cheek from the searing pain that went through it. (No words. I have no words.) “Don’t you DARE interrupt me you little whore!” her dad yelled towering over her.
“Ivy” Tomoe whispered while starting to go to her.
“Boy if you move you won’t see daylight for awhile.” (Child services. Someone. SAVE ME FROM MYSELF.) “Like I said we’re moving to Japan in 3 days.” And with that he walked up stairs and slammed the door.
As soon as their dad was out of sight, Tomoe quickly went to Ivy and asked her if she was alright. “Yes Tomoe it will only be a bruise mostly.” She said with a reassuring smile.
Their mom got up, looked at them, and said “You two better start packing.” She walked right by them and to her room. (Thanks mom, love the support.)
“Damn parents.” She cursed under her breath.
NEXT DAY
She packed her clothes in a duffel bag and went downstairs. Tomoe was packing his x-box and games. Her mom outside smother a cigarette and her dad drinking beer and yelling at Tomoe to hurry up. “Hurry it up you stupid piece of shit.” He said swigging his beer and burping.
“Yes father.” Was all Tomoe said.
“I’m going out.” Said Ivy grabbing her purse.
“What for…so you could go prostituting one more time?” her father said throwing the bottle on the floor, shattering into pieces. She rolled her eyes and walked towards the door only to hear her father say “Boy get off your ass and pick this bottle up.”
She walked outside, took a deep breath and started walking. Her mom looked at her shrugged and went back to smoking. The wind blew her hair as she passed the big oak tree on her street, her eyes flashed and the wind blew more. (SHE HAS POWERS?!? WHAT?! SINCE WHEN?! WAS I DRUNK?!) She didn’t know why but the wind would blow everytime she passed it.
Zachariah passed her and waved. “Hey Ivy wuts up mate?” he asked
“Nun much here mate!”
“Wanna go to the beach? Girlie see you in that bikini one more time.” (*Head bangs*)
he said with a silly smirk.
“Sorry Zach gotta go to the store and get some chicken if I wanna eat tonight.” She said.
When she got home (Some transitioning skills…) both cars were gone. Well it looks like mom and dad won’t be around for awhile. She turned the knob it was open -hmmm…weird.- she said in her head. She walked in “Hello…Tomoe are you in here.” The house was eerily quiet. “Tomoe?” she said putting the bag on the counter.
“I-I-Ivy.” She heard a slight voice say.
She walked into the living room and saw Tomoe infront on the sofa curled up and crying. “Oh my God Tomoe!” she rushed over to him. His nose was bleeding, his lip was busted, his eye was bruising, and his cheek swollen. “Tomoe why did he do this?” she asked helping him up.
“I told Dad I would pick up the bottle after I went to the bathroom.” He said letting fresh tears smear his face.
“Oh my…” she didn’t even finish her sentence. She just grabbed him into a hug and cried with him.
(I’m sorry, but I’m dying of laughter at the moment.)
Guys. I’m going to end it there. I…I’m at a loss for words at the moment but tune in next week to get the next portion of this beautiful mess I call my teenage dream. I need to give my brain a break from the nonsense. TOMOE…out of all names in the world…. I said “Yeah, that sounds like a great name.” Smh.
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