Summary(Well a vague one that helps tell what this is based kinda on. But not really at the same time. O_o it's so confusing!): I scanned the last page of the book one last time, observing every detail of the picture. More importantly I stare at the words, 'And they live happily ever after'. I close the book and stare at its cover. 'Cinderella'. That was the title that was etched across the front. A smirk landed on my face. "Bullshit." Cause I ain't waiting for my princess.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha and characters.

Claimer: I do own the plot, any original characters I create, the story itself, and any dialogue said in My Unexpected Fairytale.

My mother. She was the person who read this story. I remember her doing that much. I'd quickly sit on her lap and she'd wrap me up in her arms. She would open a book I could tell was older than her. Not by much but still, it was older than her birth year. The candle she had lit made the words on the page understandable so she could read them aloud. Her melodic voice brought the story to life as she read through each page, slowly but surely making my eye lids heavier than they were before. By the time she was finished, I had practically fallen asleep, my mind barely registering that she had even finished at all. 'Sleep well son. And always remember that even in your darkest hour, your princess will be there to save you.' Those words I remember loud and clear.

I flipped through the pages of the book; that was so long ago. So long before everything went to hell. So long before the war began. Before the reader of that story was taken away from me in the worst way possible. My mechanical turning of the pages landed me to the last one, the one where it said everything was alright. The one were it told of the blissful, perfect life that was to come for the girl who had managed to land the prince. The page that gave her the happy ending she wanted.

I scanned the last page of the book one last time, observing every detail of the picture. More importantly I stare at the words, 'And they live happily ever after'. I close the book and stare at its cover. 'Cinderella'. That was the title that was etched across the front. A smirk landed on my face. "Bullshit."

Life doesn't work like a story book; you just have to face the harsh reality that there isn't a 'Happily Ever After'. That life just doesn't give you what you want.

'Your princess will be there to save you.' As much as I believe my mother, I know now that that was her first lie. I clung to those words throughout my childhood, fed myself lies to keep them from burning out. But the truth always manages to sink in, for me it was no different. I've long since given up on those words; I cling to nothing now. Because during war, really, what can you cling to? Whatever you got will always manage to slip away. I've learned that the hard way.

War kills what it can and leaves the survivors scarred. War takes everything away from you. Your hope, your dreams: war will take anything and everything away. War took everything from me away.

That's why I won't hang on to those words anymore. That's why I won't wait foolishly for life to suddenly make things better like some fairytale. That's why I don't expect to saved. Cause' I'm not going to just sit here hoping for some miracle. I ain't waiting for my princess. I ain't waiting for someone that will never come.

-x-

The king and queen sat on their thrones, there faces stern and proud as they waited for the next commoner to arrive. Apparently listening to four hundred and twenty souls before that wasn't enough. No, there needed to be one more complaint to add to the huge pile of sorting.

The servants opened the door, "Bring in the next commoner!"

An obviously well off man entered the room, strutting as if he himself was royalty. As he bowed before his highnesses, a servant shouted, "State your quandary."

"Well, your highnesses," the man stated, "apparently there is a nuisance among the village."

"How so?" The queen asked, her face unwavering.

"Someone with a long silver mane continuously breaks into the fields, stealing crops from our harvest."

"Is there anymore on the person's description?" The king inquired, his hazel eyes showing less worry than his wife's blue ones.

The man shook his head negatively, "That is all anyone could even catch a glimpse of. He is far too swift for anyone to catch or even follow to know his whereabouts."

"Very well, if that is all, you may leave. We will tend to this matter how we see fit." The highnesses stated automatically.

When the man left the room, the two's façades faded instantly, revealing their true selves. The queen let out an exasperated sigh, "Well that was exhausting."

"What should we do about the last problem then?" The king asked his lovely spouse, "If the village's crops vanish, the creature is likely to pass through others looking for more meals."

"If that's the case, why don't we send our daughter?" The queen suggested. "This would certainly help her practice her archery as well as purification abilities."

"I'm not so sure about that idea, my queen." The king said as he gave her a worried glance. "She's never been outside of these walls before. She knows not of what she's up against in the real world."

The queen placed a warm hand on his. "All the more reason to send her. And besides, love," she said as she gave a look of reassurance, "how can she become a great queen, when she has no idea what she is governing?"

"I suppose you're right, dearest. Alright. We shall send Kagome to the Western region of the kingdom tomorrow evening. She will see part of what she has responsibility over."

With that said and done, they closed their eyes and took in relaxing breaths, unaware that their nine year old son was eavesdropping.

Souta slid down the wall, completely shocked at what his mother and father had just agreed to do. His sister would be leaving. To go and fight at that. Tears pricked his eyes. What if she can't fend off the creature? What if she gets sick? What if she di- no. He shook his head furiously. She would not die, she just couldn't die. But what was he thinking about? She hadn't even left yet and already he was worrying about her like crazy.

He stood up and headed up the stairs to a certain female's bedroom. If this was the siblings' last night together, he would at least talk to her about it. When he reached the large lavender colored doors that led to her room, he gently opened it. "Sister?" He gently called.

"Hmm?" He heard her respond. Thank Kami she was a light sleeper.

"Sis, I need to talk to you, it is urgent." He said, knowing she would say-

"Come in then."

When he was fully inside the room and seated in the chair that was by her bedside, he began to explain to her all he had heard from their mother and father. "I see." Was what she said once he was finished.

"I see? I SEE! That's all you have to say!" Souta shouted as he jumped up from his seat.

"That's all I can say."

"NOO, there's a whole dictionary's worth of words to say."

Kagome just shook her head. "That's all I can say that will mean anything."

"What do you mean?" Her brother asked with a puzzled face, wanting her to elaborate.

"The king and queen, no, mother and father's word has always been final. What I say doesn't matter now that they've decided." Souta just pouted at her answer. "Come here, Souta." She commanded as she patted the right side of her bed. He smiled; it was just like they always used to do when they were little. Whenever there was an issue that frightened them, they would always share her bed and sleep peacefully for the night.

Once he was lying comfortably in her bed and nearly asleep, he mumbled out a 'Good Night'.

"Good night, Souta. Sleep peacefully." She said as her eyes slowly fluttered closed. If only for tonight.

-x-

I ran through the forest, jumping from branch to branch as I went. They almost saw me. They almost shot me with those, metal things. The enemy. Well, everyone is my enemy. I'm talking about the king and queen's enemy. The ones who killed anyone if that was enough to hurt the royals themselves. How little they knew. I was the highnesses' enemy too. It didn't matter if I didn't want to be. When you're like me, no gives a damn which side you're on. That's why everyone is my enemy, because everyone treats me like I am anyway.

This time I stole from their enemy's side. I wasn't about to risk being caught again by the high security the village had recently placed around the field. And besides, I heard that someone had just gone to the king and queen about me. With my fluffy appendages atop my head, really, how couldn't I hear? It's not that I care if I was caught. I know I would be put to death. Most of me would welcome it. But there is someone who cannot survive without me. Hansuke will die without me. I have to live for Hansuke. Even if half of me would rather just quickly die than feeling it slowly come from malnutrition and dehydration. Hansuke has gotten stronger everyday and soon be able to gather food with me. I just hope I live to see that. I think that will really be the greatest moment of raising Hansuke. I just have to avoid getting caught or hit by those metal demons and the even eviler monsters that are holding them.

I finally reached our home. Well… if you could call it a home. It ain't exactly four walls and a roof. It was inhabited by somebody, but that was years ago. There was no roof when I first found it at the tender age of ten and there still isn't nine years later. I managed to fine some large, and I mean abnormally large, leaves and somehow made a pretty good makeshift roof for when storms come around, though. Even if, I'd rather be lying under the stars than not; they're the only beautiful thing I got left. They're the only things that can't be stolen from me, so why not gaze at them everyday I got? The walls have holes that have been horribly repaired by me. I mean, c'mon, I can't repair much if I don't have the skill or the tools to repair anything with. And besides I never really focus on things I can't do. I'm lucky enough to have a fire pit to keep us warm.

"Hansuke!" I yelled as I entered our home. I let out several whistles, calling out to him in a way he could also understand.

"Big brother!" A boy that looked the age of nine yelled in response. He unceremoniously crashed into me, knocking us both down on the creaky wood floor.

"You are getting stronger! It wasn't just my imagination!" I commented. He smiled a genuine smile. That's one of the things I love about my baby brother. No matter what trials or tribulations we faced throughout our years together, he still had that smile. A smile that's untainted, a smile that won't ever be if I have anything to say about it.

"Did you get us any food, brother?" Hansuke asked. From the way his stomach was grumbling, I could tell he was starving.

"Sure did." I said as I pulled out a few carrots, potatoes and skinned red meats that were wrapped up in a dry (like I said, abnormally large) leaf. It wasn't much, but it was enough to feed us for about three days. "Did you get the wood?"

"Yeah!" My little brother answered. "Look how much I got! It's not as much as you, but I'll get better!" He was right. He got a lot for a little kid like him. I know he can never gather as much as me until he's older, but he likes to help out when he can.

"You did great, Hansuke." I praised. He deserved it for all the work he did. "Now go and rest while I make you something to eat. You know you can't overexert yourself."

As the night progressed and Hansuke was fed, I gave myself little of our supply. I always did this. Hansuke needed more than me and I wasn't about to let him go hungry. He was already sound asleep, so I gently kissed his temple and lied on my matt. I gave him most of the blankets we owned, I only kept a thin one for myself. But I could manage. I always did.

Sometimes, when I'm staring at the stars above our roofless home, I think about when I was little. When the war just began. Our home was in flames. My mother was running as fast as she could with her newborn child, my baby brother. As we continued to run away from the agonizing screams and the clashes of metal, it was as if she knew then that she wouldn't make it. She just stopped running. She placed Hansuke in my ten year old arms and she told me to run. Tears were pouring from my face, it was one of the few time I ever cried. And it wasn't the last, either. I asked if I would see her again. She gave me a sad smile but never answered. I knew then and I know now that that was her way of saying no and goodbye. The rest of the horrid night was a blur.

I looked over at where Hansuke was sleeping. He's why I can't wait around for an impossible fairytale to come true. If I was alone, I could just give up and wait for someone to never come. But I'm not alone. There is someone who needs me. And even if I have to give my life up to protect him, I will. I can't wait for someone to save me. I have to be there to save him.

SO? What do you think? I'm going to continue, definitely, but I really want to know what you guys think! I'm a biased person and I'm going to say if this is a piece shit or it's actually worth something. I want to know what you think once you read this. Anything is welcome. And what do you think of Hansuke! I really like it and he is gonna be a lot more complicated than anyone ever thought. Even me when I first created him. Oh, and Kagome and Inuyasha are definitely going to meet in the next chapter. And let me tell you... oh wait... that would spoil it. You'll just have to wait and see for those who want to wait and see. It's definitely going to come as really awesome. It's going to have a protective Inuyasha, which I love. Oh, and one more thing. Do you guys think there should be more Inuyasha anime/manga characters, or do you want it to be just them? You can answer in your review.

Please review. You know I love it when you do.

Yuri