Ah sorry for the mess up and long wait. I almost forgot about this story. So I decided to delete the previous one cause the whole thing was shit anyway and re-wrote the first chapter with a few changes. Have fun!

Oh, and if I have some things wrong, point them out, will you? I have forgotten lots of the research I did for this story.

This story's main character was supposed to be base on one of my closest friends but I changed the character too much. So instead, this story is dedicated to my friend, Aug. Her awesomeness makes you look like a blundering fool, as she knows I have already done more than a few times.

Disclaimer- I really don't wanna own Inuyasha. Its waaay too long. Took me forever to complete watching… Who wants that thing? Pfft. Not me.

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*sobbing* I want InuYasha!

Anya ducked a high kick and swung her own leg out in a sweeping kick which was promptly pulled and she fell on her face in a very embarrassing manner, signifying the end of their training. Her dad was faster than her. Much faster. Or that trick wouldn't have worked. It was embarrassing that even though she knew what he would do, she still couldn't stop it.

"Ugh. Dad! Stop doing that!" Her father ruffled her hair before jumping away and laughing. She scowled at him. He just smiled and walked away.

"Don't laze around, Annie-bear, or mom will never wake up." She just scowled harder at the annoying man. Who gave people weird nicknames that were longer than the actual name? Oh, that's right. Her parents. God. In spite how awesome they were, they got annoying very quickly. Specially when her father was a master in martial arts and she had to learn that shit. It was good for self-defense but how much better did she have to be? It wasn't like floor masters would try to rob her like creepy gangsters or something.

She completed her set of exercises to cool down and drank her water as she walked out of the empty room to the living room. She kept the bottle there as she ran up the stairs, making as much noise as possible. She went to the bathroom, turned on the hot water for a nice bath and went towards her parent's bedroom.

"Mooooom. Are you awake?" A muffled reply came from behind the door. "I'll take that as a 'no'." She smirked before kicking the door open. It slammed against something behind it and it broke with a clear crack.

"Oops?"

"It had better not be your mother's new crystal ball!" The distant sound of her father's voice jerked her into motion. She sneaked into the room and closed the door to see, yes, it was in fact a new crystal ball, and yes, she was gonna get her ass kicked into next year for this. She put the whole thing beside the bedside table. Could she blame it on her mom? She cried anime tears as she mourned her ability to sit for the next week.

"It isn't your mother's crystal ball is it?" Her dad said again, but this time more close. She cursed and ran for the bathroom. Stripping, she splashed into the warm bath. Her mother's annoyed shriek interrupted her attempt at relaxation. She cried, mourning the total loss of ability to walk for a month. Her dad was gonna kick her ass and her mom was gonna work her to the bone. She was home for the summer vacation and it wasn't even the third day… She was so fucked.

-x-

She fell asleep. In the bathtub. And if it wasn't for the fact that the tub had hot water, she would have gotten a cold. But that wasn't what was worrying her. It was that neither of her parents came to wake her up. Or pull her out of the tub, kicking and screaming, to explain what she had done. What kind of punishment did her father cook up this time?!

She sneaked into her way to her room and changed. Quiet. Everything was so quiet. She made her way to the living room, and peaked in.

"Agh! My eyes! Oh, my eyes! My poor innocent eyes!" She heard a giggle from her mother. "Are you decent? And separate?"

"Yes, honey. We are." She heard them kissing loudly and gagged. She really didn't want to see that. She turned around and peaked from between her fingers.

Her father was sitting calmly while her mother leaned against his shoulders and drank tea. Oh good. Might as well get this out of the way.

"So, um, you're not mad?" Her mom gave her a look.

"Annie, dear. We," she motioned to her and dad, "have broken more important things than a crystal ball. No matter how sweet. Do you really think we're hypocrites?"

"You want me to answer that honestly?" Anya deadpanned. Her mother gave her the go-ahead sign. She grinned mischievously.

"Okay. So I have a boyfriend-"

"Absolutely not! Not until you're thirty-" her father broke off when she glanced at mom's glaring face. She smirked.

"See?" Her mom sighed.

"Yes, yes. You win."

"But you're still not getting a boyfriend until you're thirty." Mom hit his arm.

"You can have a boyfriend, as long as you don't have sex." Her mom said more rationally.

"Till thirty." Her dad added. Her mom hit him again. He was incorrigible. He grinned. She rolled her eyes.

Anya collapsed on the loveseat opposite them.

"So…what's the plan for the summer?" Her mom's face lit up.

"We were hoping to talk about that. We're going to Greece!" She blinked. Greece.

"Greece?!" Her eyes widened and she started grinning like an idiot. Greece was the home to the most wonderful architectures! She was practically vibrating in her seat. She wanted to be an architect! To build beautiful monuments that last through ages. Centuries, even. It was a huge dream. But she wanted to do something like that. Her mother laughed and her father huffed.

"I told you she would be excited."

"European beaches…" her dad was almost whining. She suppressed her smile while watching her mother deal with him. They were the best parents ever.

Now what did she need to get for the trip?

-x-

"This is so cool!"

"I hope you don't mean that literally, honey. Or I need to have your brain checked." She glared at your mom before returning to her admiration of the old buildings. While Greece had been one of the places she had wanted to visit, other than the famous landmarks and all the awesome architecture, she didn't really know much about Greece. And the next best thing? There was a beach. And they would be living close to it. Of course, they were planning to visit Mount Parnassos, and all the museums, and castles. Greece was a heritage of sites.

They would be staying near Athens, but closer to the beach. Vouligmeni Beach is apparently very popular and cool during the summer months. She couldn't wait. While she wanted to recreate beauty through architecture but the ocean was wild and like nature- indomitable. Nature was beautiful. It was sad how much people wanted to destroy it.

"Come on, Annie! We've reached."

"Yes, mom!" Even as a part of her appreciated the hotel, she was still distracted. Greece handled ancient and modern pretty well. It was a beautiful place. She should check out the beach. Maybe in the evening? She followed her dad up to the lift silently. The second the doors of the lift closed, her dad ruffled her hair.

"What's got you so grim, huh?" I shot him a faint frown.

"Nothing, dad."

"Aww. Is my Annie-bear hiding things from her daddy? There was a time when you would tell your daddy the number of times you went to do the poo-poo." She felt her face flush red.

"Dad!" She really wanted to curl up and disappear. Thankfully the lift was empty besides them. There wasn't even a lift-man. She really couldn't express how happy she was, that there was no one else besides them. She groaned in annoyance.

"I was thinking of visiting the beach today."

"Wont it be really late if we go today?"

"Yes, I suppose it will. Never mind then." Her father smiled.

"We'll all go. I'll ask the hotel to get a rented car and we can stay there for as long as you like." She smiled at him.

"Thanks dad." They stepped out of the elevator and relaxed a little. They were in another country to have fun. She should let loose and do something stupid. Maybe even go swimming. She laughed mentally at the idea. She would definitely have a cold if she tried that. Maybe she should take a towel and a change of clothes? Just in case, of course. Her parents didn't have to know about her late night swim. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission, no?