~A NEW ATTITUDE~

Thanks once more to those who took the time to review….. Sorry about the last chapter I noticed that there were some spelling problems, I tried not to let them be in this chapter but I’m only human and if they are I’m sorry….. Also this chapter is not as long as the others because I have a lot of work 2 do today and I couldn’t find a stopping point I’ll try to write another chapter tonight plz review!!!!!!!!


Inuyasha Truancy was in a foul mood. As he grabbed a shovel form the garage and carried it to his mother’s flower bed, he could only imagine what the neighbors were saying as they peered out the windows at him. Without a doubt , Rachel Brewer form across the street had her nose pressed flat against the windowpane this very moment, watching and fogging up the glass.

“There goes Inuyasha Truancy digging in his mother’s flower bed again,” she’d tell her husband, who kept his own nose buried in a newspaper. “No telling what that old bat has gone and buried this time.” There were times Inuyasha wished his mother would bury Mrs. Brewer in the flower bed. “ And just look at him,” Rachel would say. “Why, he looks like a derelict. No telling when he last shaved or combed his hair.”

Inuyasha knew he looked like hell, but how was he supposed to groom himself when almost everything he owned was buried? His mother had set out to make a point, and she’d done just that. After all, her great-great-grandma had buried the family silver to protect it form the Yankees during the Civil War; Soar Truancy had decided it was up to her to protect their belongings form “ Nurse Ratcheted,” as she referred to her last caretaker, whom she claimed was stealing. Inuyasha had to admit the retried e hae had the personality of a troll, but his mother had managed to run off several of her “ companions” over the past six months. The latest one had stormed off the minute she caught wind of accusations against her, just as his mother knew she would.

Now he was saddled with the chore of finding someone new, despite claims form his mother she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself. That hadn’t been the case six months ago, when she’d insisted she was going blind and losing her mind and needed him there. He’d sold his construction company in Atlanta and moved home to Chickpea so he could personally look after her. Truth was, he’d been looking to leave the rat race behide and find a simpler life anyway. Now he was building single-family dwellings with an old high-school buddy, and Inuyasha rather liked it that way.

Except that his mother was driving him crazy.

Why did women have to be so difficult?

That reminded him of what a royal pain in the butt his ex-wife was. It didn’t matter that they’d been divorced five years now. Ayme still called him every little thing and was constantly borrowing money, despite the healthy alimony check he sent every month.

Seemed there was no way to win, especially where the opposite sex was involved

With a muttered oath, Inuyasha searched for a fresh mound of dirt that might produce his electric shaver and the iron he needed to press his shirt before he met with an architect in an hour. He drove the shovel into the soft ground and struck something solid. He pulled a plastic bag from the dirt. Ah ha! He’d found his electric shaver, perfectly intact. At least his mother was thoughtful enough to wrap everything before sticking it into a hole in the ground. Nevertheless, it had to stop. Yesterday it had been his combs and toothbrush, which was why he looked like the world’s biggest slob.

He stabbed the dirt once more, just as a piercing scream ripped through the late-morning air, jolting his already strained nerves. Dropping the shovel, he lunged toward his house before he realized the sound had come from the Higuarses’ next door. He stopped shook himself and turned in the opposite direction.

Inuyasha jumped the hedges separating the properties and raced across the lawn like a marathon runner, skirting bushes and a large cast-iron pot that had gone to rust. He’d assumed the house was vacant. At least, he hadn’t noticed anyone coming or going. But it was of little concern to him as he took the front steps in one leap. He crossed the porch and knocked. No answer. The door was locked.

The scream sill echoing in his mind, he knew he had no choice but to break down the door . He braced himself and rammed it hard. Pain ripped through his shoulder, radiated down his arm and arched across his back, but he didn’t have time to worry about it. He slammed against the door once more, and the sound of splintering wood told him he’d succeeded.

Stepping inside, Inuyasha crossed a small foyer and stood there for a moment, staring blankly at the sight before him

The woman on the floor appeared dead. Inuyashamblembled toward her prostrate body, stepping over Sheetrock as he went, his mind uncertain of what he was actually seeing. He noted the noose around her neck, made of what appeared to be a dozen multicolored tasselThe The woman’s face and clothes were dusted in white, as though someone had just dumped a sack of flour on her head. He glanced up and saw that a portion of what was obviously a fake beam had been torn away. Had she hanged herself? Sure as hell looked like it.

Without wasting another second, Inuyasha dropped to his knees, loosened the noose and performed CPR. He felt her sir and raised his head, inhaling deeply as he prepared to blow more air into her lungs.

Kagome opened her eyes, taking in the man before her, and her heart sank. From the looks of his unshaved jaw and wild black hair, she could only assume she’d died and landed in hell. She suspected angles took better care of themselves.

She tried to speak, but her throat hurt. “Excuse me,” she managed in a hoarse whisper. “Are you the devil?”

~ks sks so much katt_jam for telling me I wrote another name my bro's name is Sam I was talking to him when i was writing.~