My Pauper Prince by BipolarPanda
Hate
My Pauper Prince
Disclaimer: Inuyasha is not mine. I don't want it..
Author's Note: Alternate Universe, so expect OOC.
Chapter 1
I hated her. She's the biggest slut I've ever met. How does Father stand her?! I coldly glance around the well furbished office, waiting for my father's clingy secretary to leave. It was as awkward for the both of us, but my father could not fire his secretary—apparently she was too qualified. Her name was Izayoi or something like that, but I lovingly call her the whore.
On the way out, she glanced at me "shyly" but I knew it to be an act. Snarling at her, she rushed out of the room. The tea served in front of me smelled good but it was tainted with her touch. I avoided the drink all together, even if it was my favorite green tea. Her scent surrounding the drink was horrible, stopping me from even drinking it--it being covered by many layers of expensive perfume that was supposed to please the other sex. Dream on, bitch.
Father clears his throat, grabbing my attention. Looking at him, he looked extremely tired. In his tired golden eyes, I saw dread and anxiousness, if not fear. I was still in high school, but I knew Father well enough that I could read his emotions regarding his business.
"Sesshoumaru, my son, I don't know what to do..." his tone was weary and desperate. In all my life, I've never heard my strong father sound so weak and pathetic. It was almost human. Almost.
Nodding my head to continue, he told me the worse news in my life, "We're bankrupted."
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This started just before I was a Senior in high school--the most important year. Father's company failed and was destroyed. All his hard work smashed to pieces. His legacy dead. It was the slut of a secretary who had confiscated important documents and sold them to her boss, Naraku Onigumo of the Spider Incorporation. The bastard used the information received from the spy-bitch to bring us down and our family with it. Hell was nothing compared to what we had to live through.
After the ordeal, my family was cast out in both the business and Youkai world in less than a week. Father was forced to work menial jobs while our family was reduced to live in a small, shabby house. Inuyasha had the hardest time adjusting to our fall from grace. Used to spending irresponsibly, he wouldn't eat for a couple of days in protest. I quickly ended his tantrum when I punched him in the stomach for being selfish.
School was the hardest adjustment. Our lack of power in the prestigious school made previous relationships impossible. Father's only friend, Kenji Higurashi, helped Inuyasha and I to continue our education in the expensive school, the infamous Shikon Academy. But it was their daughter, Kagome, who would help us out the most.
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I woke up as the daylight hit my face. Glancing at the digital clock besides my small bed, it was six in the morning. Stretching my body, I got out of bed and walked to my backyard. Clad only in black flannel pants, I performed my daily katas and meditation with my practice katana. Today was the first day of school and I knew I would need all the mental strength I could get. By the time I was finished, it was seven and I had to wake Inuyasha up before he overslept.
After I showered, I shook Inuyasha up. He muttered curses that I ignored before he walked into the shower. Looking at the mirror, I finished dressing in my uniform. The rich navy blue fabric accented my silver hair and honey eyes. Since my hair was long—to my knees—I had to tie it in a low ponytail or I'd be mistaken as Father. Cold, golden eyes stare back at me as I continued to examine myself.
Inuyasha came into the room looking around for his uniform. Pointing at his bed, which I made, he muttered his thanks as he dressed. The only good experience I've gained from this dilemma was the improved relationship with Inuyasha. Our petty brother rivalry was pushed aside as we helped each other adjust to the new world of the middle class.
Walking down the stairs, I found my beautiful mother scrambling around the kitchen in the effort of making our lunches. Breakfast already lay on the table, but I wanted Mother to rest. Setting a gentle hand on Mother's shoulders, I told her to eat with us. Violet eyes glanced into my golden ones. With a shake of her head, Mother put a warm hand on my own.
"Musuko, daijabou." she simply said. (Son, I'm fine)
Knowing my independent mother was fine, I nodded my head before sitting next to Father. He was reading the newspaper and eating a piece of toast. He was reduced to work as an electronic stores manager due to the whole ordeal. The thought angered me but I pushed it aside so it wouldn't burden him.
I eat my simple meal, consisting of eggs, toast, and orange juice. I really wanted something more filling, but ate what I received. I was halfway done with my meal when Inuyasha walked in with his clothes haphazardly sticking out. I almost rolled my eyes at his idiocy, but didn't. Mother fixed his appearance to look better and let him eat his meal. Shoving food down his throat at an amazing speed, we finished our meal at the same time. We walked out to the bus stop after kissing Mother good bye and Father a good day.
Too bad I today was going to suck. I hate buses.
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Author's Note: Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru are BROTHERS, not half-brothers. Inu no Tashio did not cheat or impregnate Izayoi.