Well, long time no write lol. Actually, I've given up on writing the Me and You fanfic, so sorry to anyone reading that. I just couldn't think of anything to write. Anyway this is the only story I'll be writing and I solemnly promise that I will not be writing anymore stories save this one and maybe a couple more after I finish this one. I'm really sorry, I really hate it when people discontinue stories but I'm going to have to delete Me and You, Voldemort's Weakness and Play Ball. It's just too difficult at the moment and I really hope you understand.

Disclaimer: Well, obviously I don't own Inuyasha coz if I did no one would watch or read it, coz trust me: the story line would be quite different… such as certain characters wouldn't exist…

Anyway, on with the story!

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The door slammed behind her and she raced upstairs, her eyes overflowing with tears. Her father watched in bewilderment.

"Kagome!" he called out, but his daughter had already slammed her bedroom door and burst into uncontrollable sobs. Slowly she sunk to the ground leaning against the door, unaware of the fact that she was dripping all over the carpet. Her body was shaking; not from the cold but from the force of her crying.

"Kagome?" her father asked anxiously again, tapping on the door. No matter how bad the state of her daughter was, he always gave her the privacy she deserved. He knew she preferred to deal with problems herself rather than burden them on others; it was, after all, a habit she had developed from himself.

He heard her sniff and imagined her wiping away the continuous stream of tears. "I'm fine, dad." She said, but the croak her voice had become did little to reassure him.

"Well…" the man desperately tried to think of something to say, but nothing came. He felt so helpless. Maybe if Kagome had been a boy instead of a girl he may have had an idea of how to deal with a problem, but with women he was helpless. With a dejected sigh he walked back downstairs.

Kagome heard his footsteps fade as they moved farther away. Her tears were now under control and her sobs had dulled to small sniffs. She looked over at the mirror on the opposite wall and saw the same scruffy black hair, sallow skin and puffy chocolate brown eyes. The image was so plain and tragic that she had to turn away and, disgusted, she walked over to her chest of drawers and pulled out the small, black book that served as her diary. Picking up a chewed blue pen she began to write and as she did so the tears began to fall once more.

Dear diary-

Why me? Why is it always me? Every day it's the same: I come to school, put up with all of the insults, spit-balls, teasing and the mysterious disappearance of all of my books, yet they can't seem to give me a break! Why can't they cut me some slack? Don't they think that I've suffered enough? But no, I obviously haven't, because otherwise they wouldn't have bothered to push me into the school pool!

At this point Kagome had to stop writing because her hands were shaking so badly. She took a deep breath and spent a moment steadying herself before continuing to write.

I'm just so sick of it. No one cares; as long as it's for their own entertainment. I wouldn't mind being unpopular so much if the 'in' crowd didn't shove it in my face all the time. Can't they see? I'm never going to be perfect; never become one of them. I'll always be the outsider and I understand that without them showing it to me by throwing me into the pool, or smearing honey all over my locker, or by tearing all of the pages out of my text books. All I ask is that they leave me alone…

Finished, she threw the diary and pen across the room. A pang of satisfaction came as the items hit the opposite wall and cluttered to the ground. It was pitiful, she knew, but the impact of the objects and wall seemed to make her feel better. She picked up another object; a can of deodorant and threw it just as she had done to the diary and pen. Then she flung her pillows one by one, followed by her two sneakers and the entire contents of her open jewellery case and the case itself.

After her sudden outburst she seemed to calm and walked over to pick up the objects. The sudden release of her anger had left a sense of guilt smouldering in her belly. The deodorant can had a small dent, but apart from that the objects were all intact.

Slowly she made her way back downstairs, avoiding her father sitting on the couch in the lounge room. She switched the light on in the kitchen and scanned the fridge for that night's dinner.

"Kagome, is that you?" her father asked as the light flickered on.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"…Not really."

"Okay."

Kagome frowned as she closed the fridge and opened the cupboard. It was bare, just like the fridge had been. "Hey dad, did you get the groceries like I told you to?"

Her father's hesitation told her everything. "I'm sorry Kagome, I completely forgot."

His daughter sighed and picked up the white phone receiver. "It's alright, I understand. We'll just have to order pizza."

She knew her father meant well. He worked hard and often suffered from little sleep. He tried so hard to be a good father, but in the end something had to give and he usually forgot things like groceries or paying the electricity bill. She didn't mind much, but it seemed as though he always labelled himself as a bad father whenever he forgot something.

Dinner was eaten mostly in silence, with neither daughter nor parent willing to be the first to speak. Kagome was still brooding over the day's events, while her father was trying to find a way to speak his mind.

"Kagome?" he asked, unsure.

"Yeah?" Kagome looked at him questioningly. Her father hesitated and she frowned. Was something wrong? What could be so bad that he didn't know how to say it?

"You know… your mother?" he asked tentatively. Kagome stiffened and was suddenly very alert. Her father never talked about the woman who had given birth to Kagome. It was almost as though she didn't exist.

"What about her?"

"Well… I've been thinking…"

"Yes…?"

"Would you like to go and live with her?" the words were spoken so fast Kagome barely caught them, but when she did her brain seemed to go completely blank and shut down. She blinked several times and her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish.

"What?" she finally managed to say, not believing her ears.

"Would you like to live with your mother?"

"But… I… what… moving… why?" she demanded.

"I know that school has been hard for you…"

"I'm fine at school!"

"…And it's definitely difficult living when your only parent is a member of the opposite sex and doesn't understand…"

"I don't care if you're a guy or not! You're my dad!"

"Kagome! Listen to me!" her father shouted. Kagome immediately fell silent. Her father never raised his voice; if anything his voice grew quieter whenever something bothered him. "I've never been able to give you the life you deserve! I forget everything, and I can't even help you with your problems! I'm hardly ever home and when I am I always forget something! I'm no help when it comes to… women's business! Kagome, please understand, I just want to give you a better life! Go to your mother, if not for your sake, then for mine, because I can't just sit and watch you be miserable!"

Kagome sat, shocked by her father's outburst. Tears prickled in her eyes and she let them flow down her cheeks. Leaning over she enveloped her father in an embrace filled with emotion. "I love you, dad." She whispered.

"I love you, too." Her father whispered back.

"I'll go. If you want me to, I'll go."

"Thank you."

They sat like that for a while, neither wanting to break the precious moment. Finally Kagome's father stood and cleared his throat.

"Well, I'll go and ring your mother than and we'll sort everything out."

Kagome could only nod and watch as her father walked over to the phone and dialled the number of the mother she had never met. As she listened to the conversation she couldn't help but feel her heart give a small leap of excitement.

What have I got myself into? She wondered.

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Well?? Not too boring, I hope. It's just a little eye-opener so you can see what Kagome's life was before she moved… obviously it wasn't too good…

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