InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Moon and Destiny: Tsuki to Shukuen ❯ Act I ( Chapter 1 )

Moon and Destiny (Tsuki to Shukuen)

by ZeroSoul

Welcome to my 1st fanfic in about…thinks…maybe a good 6 years? ;.; I guess I'll putthe disclaimer here: I don't own Inu-Yasha and if I did…why am I so lacking in money? I guess I just own my own little made-up characters. hugs characters invented for fanfiction Also…about the name meanings…

Tsuki: moon

Shukuen: destiny

Reichou: sacred bird

And as for the words…umm…I don't speak Japanese so I had to use a translator. I know (or hope so) that Tsuki means moon. As for everything else, I had to use the translator. Thanks for reading and on with the fanfic!

 

Act 1:

“Okay, this is the deal,” Shippou said, “You're sleeping over at Hanako's house, Reichou is over at Yura's house, and I'm over at Maru's. Screw this up, Tsuki, and we're all doomed. Can you remember that?”

“Are you kidding me?” Tsuki laughed. She playfully punched Shippou in the arm, “I've pulled the wool over my Dad's eyes ever since I was 10! This is kid's stuff! Where's the excitement?”

“Oh, there'll be excitement alright…” Shippou laughed, “Just remember the plan!”

“Piece of cake,” Tsuki said.

Shippou went on his way. Tsuki smiled as she headed for the house. She creaked open the door carefully and began to sneak up in direction of her room. All she had to do was to avoid Mom and Dad until dinnertime and that's when she would break the news. Mom would encourage her to do something “girlish” for a little while. Girlish? Tsuki? Yeah…right.

“Tsuki, I know what you're doing,” said a voice. Deep, masculine, definitely older than her…it had to be one certain person Tsuki had always recognized ever since she was born.

Dad.

“Hey, Dad,” Tsuki said, smiling as sweetly as possible.

“I called Miroku and Sango and they say both Shippou and Reichou are grounded,” her father answered, “and that includes you, Tsuki,”

“I have no idea what you're talking about,” Tsuki answered.

“You know as well as I do!” her father snapped, “Ever since you turned 15, you've been acting like a delinquent - fights at school, skipping classes, sneaking out at night…what is this all about, Tsuki? You never used to be this way,”

“I've always been this way,” Tsuki snarled. She stared her father in his yellow eyes, “you've just been so busy with Shukuen to notice,”

Her father gave a feeble attempt to hold onto his paternal control, “Go up to your room, now. You're grounded for two weeks. No television, no phone, no computer-”

“Yeah, yeah,” Tsuki snorted as she stopped up the stairs, “I know the drill,” The door of her room slammed, almost splintering the wood it was made of.

Her father sighed, leaning against the wall.

The brave and heroic Inu-Yasha, a hanyou who had come from the Sengoku Jidai period to the present day by means of a magic portal. Ex-lover of the powerful priestess Kikyo. Lover of Kagome, the reincarnation of Kikyo. He once sought the Jewel of the Four Souls in order to become fully demon.

He had slain the evil Naraku.

He had fought and won against his half brother Sesshoumaru.

…and yet he was having a difficulty he had never faced before with his own flesh and blood; his oldest child - his teenaged daughter Tsuki.

Shukuen stood in the park, feeling awkward as he looked around for Yuki. He could see a group of boys from school walking on the other side of the street. He knew all their names. The tall one with the spiked blonde hair was Kentaro. Miki, the short guy with a mouth big enough to count for 4 guys his size. Takeo was the muscle of the team; big guy with muscles hard enough to turn coal into diamonds.

Shukuen looked for a tree to duck behind or a restroom building to hide in, but they saw him first. Before Shukuen could blink, Kentaro had pushed him into the ground, laughing as he spit up dirt.

“What's wrong, Shukuen?” Kentaro said, laughing. He took his shoe and ground it into Shukuen's head, pushing it back down into the dirt, “I thought your kind liked to eat dirt!” He snickered and Takeo and Miki did too. “My bad, I guess,”

Shukuen said nothing, `…ignore it…just ignore them…just…'

“Look at him, Ken!” Miki laughed. An impish little laugh, “He's ready to cry!” He had a smug look on his face. “What's wrong, Shukuen? You only have something big to say when your big sister is around to protect you and your little boyfriend!”

“Leave Yuki out of this!” Shukuen yelled suddenly, a strange fierceness in his green eyes. He then shrunk back when he realized what he had done.

“What did you say, bitch?” Kentaro growled. He snatched up Shukuen by the collar of his shirt. Shukuen didn't answer and Kentaro smirked, “Yeah, thought so. But just to make sure…”

Shukuen felt Kentaro's knuckles slam into his stomach. He jerked and let a groan as Kentaro dropped him onto the ground like a broken doll. Shukuen cringed on the ground and clutched his stomach.

“That should teach him a lesson,” Takeo laughed.

Shukuen was shaking all over. Those bastards. Those bastards they would pay one day. One day they would all pay. One day he would get his mother's old bow and arrow set and…

`NO!' Shukuen cried mentally, `Can't think that way. Can't let the bad thoughts get to me. Can't let them get in my head. Can't let me make me…'

Miki kicked dirt onto Shukuen, laughing some more. Shukuen cringed, holding his head as the laughing began to flood his mind.

`…no...can't…I can't let myself…'

“What are you doing?”

Kentaro, Takeo, and Miki whirled around to see Yuki Monagiri behind them. A senior at their school, with curly red hair and an angered look in his eyes. The trio bolted before Yuki could take another step, knowing that their mischief had been done and they could move onto better things.

Yuki went to Shukuen and helped him stand. Shukuen had started to cry and was speaking through his tears, “Yu-Yuki!” He embraced Yuki, wrapping his arms around him. “Yuki! Oh, Yuki! It was so horrible!”

Yuki nodded, silent as ever.

“Oh…Yuki, my darling Yuki,” Shukuen breathed. He wiped away his tears, “I truly did miss you. I came here like you asked over the phone. What do you want, Yuki?”

Yuki stroked Shukuen's cheek, “I just wanted to know if you told your parents yet,”

Shukuen looked away, “No…I'm still scared. If I tell Mom, she'll tell Dad. Dad wants me to be such a manly man, like him. The only person who knows is my sister and our cat Fukakai,” Shukuen laughed a little; a little joke to lighten the mood.

Yuki wasn't smiling, “Shukuen, I'm going to tell my parents. I really want you to tell yours. Also, you really should fight those guys back. You can't let them just bully you around,”

Shukuen looked down, “I…can't,”

Yuki shrugged, “Just be careful, Shukuen. I don't want you getting hurt and I'm not always going to be here to save you, as much as I wish I could,”

Shukuen nodded as Yuki gave a kiss good-bye. He then decided to head home.

The house was silent as Shukuen entered. He heard the clanking of dishes in the kitchen. He walked into it to see his mother preparing dinner.

“Hey, Mom,” Shukuen said, smiling.

“Nice to see you home, honey,” his mother said, smiling at him.

Shukuen smiled back. So many people said Shukuen and his mother were like twins, just as Tsuki looked just like their father.

“Where is everyone?” Shukuen said, “The house looks empty,”

His mother sighed, shaking her head, “Tsuki and your father got into a fight again. From what I heard, it seemed he found she was going to go sneak out tonight and he grounded her and sent her to her room. He just went up there, but I don't think it's going well. I hear the yelling from down here,”

“Shouldn't we do something, Mom?” Shukuen said.

His mother shook her head, “No, let them sort it out, Tsuki. It's more of a personal thing between your father and Tsuki. If I step in, they'll never work it out,” She sighed. “I should have learned that earlier…”

His mother always blamed herself for Tsuki's tomboyish condition. Shukuen smiled, “Okay…I guess I'll go to the den now. Bye,”

As Shukuen went up the stairs, he could hear the yelling get louder and louder. He had been up five stairs so far.

“YOU'RE A FUCKING HYPOCRITE!”

Shukuen flinched from the profane word. He knew it was Tsuki yelling. She had the talented ability of using all of the swear words in one single sentence. Two more stairs.

“DON'T YOU DARE USE THAT TONE OF VOICE WITH ME!”

Shukuen flinched again from his father yelling at Tsuki in reply - a deep voice that commanded power. Three more stairs.

“WHY THE HELL SHOULD I? WHY THE HELL AM I LISTENING TO HYPROCRITE?”

Shukuen felt like stopping on the staircase. He felt like sitting there in a little ball, trying to blot out the noise. He wanted to…but…he was curious. He wanted to hear the yelling and he wanted to know what they were fighting about. Four more stairs.

“I AM YOUR FATHER AND YOU ARE A CHILD!”

Shukuen's heart was pounding. Five more stairs.

“I'M NOT A DAMN CHILD ANYMORE! I'M A TEENAGER! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO START TREATING ME LIKE ONE, DAD?”

Shukuen was sweating. One more stair.

“WHEN YOU START ACTING LIKE ONE!”

Shukuen was there. He was only a foot away from the bedroom door.

“WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO TO HELL?!”

The door flew open. Shukuen's father exited the room, red with anger. Shukuen made no sudden movements: he knew Tsuki and his father shared the same bad temper. Here, the last part of the argument was spoken.

“FINE!” his father snorted, “YOU CAN STAY IN THERE! AS A MATTER OF FACT, YOU CAN STAY IN THERE ALL NIGHT BECAUSE YOU'RE GROUNDED FOR THREE WEEKS! AND YOU FORGET ABOUT DINNER TOO!”

Tsuki slammed the door in reply. Shukuen's father stormed off angrily down the stairs, growling a string of curses. Shukuen decided to leave Tsuki alone and just stood there, looking at the scene.

Dad was down in the kitchen, complaining to Mom. Tsuki was in her bedroom, with the sounds of things breaking coming from behind the door. Mom in the middle of it all. Shukuen watching silently by the sidelines.

Just another day in paradise.