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story/manga/anime Inuyasha.although it would be cool to own them *sighs*!
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True Decisions
"Kagome, wake up dear. It's time for school." Mr. Higurashi yelled through the solid oak door of his teenaged daughter's room. 'when is that kid gonna learn? School starts at 7:25 not when she feels like bein' there.'
Honey brown orbs slowly opened, the weight of sleep still weighing heavily on the softly tanned skin. A stream of sunlight filtered in through the drawn back curtains at the huge patio windows of the fairly sized bedroom.
Kagome, seemingly lethargic, pulled the rumpled covers back, evidence of her wild tossing and turning the night before.
"I'm up, Dad. Stop yelling, would ya?!" Kagome yelled, sleep creeping back into her mind. Only when her father banged on the door again to return her yell did she fully waken and with a large cat like motion she stretched herself out then yawned groggily.
Kagome slowly got out of the large queen sized bed and walking towards her bathroom, the lights shining dimly and flickering from time to time. Every day was the same. Kagome would get up, take a shower, get dressed, pack her book bag, and then just.just go (You can tell I'm not thinking of words.or I just can't think. Not really good when writing, huh?).
Life was simple that way for her and her Dad. They'd lived that way for 10 years and that's how they liked it. They had those usual father- daughter routines of staying up late on Friday nights and watching gruesome horror movies or some lame chick flick Kagome was dying to see while eating tremendous amounts of buttered popcorn. Saturday's were her days with her friends where she would just go shopping and party till she puked (not quite puked! The thought of Kagome puking is utterly disgusting, don't you think?).
Sometimes she'd just stay home and help her Dad do some work for his construction company then they'd go out for dinner and just tell each other humorous stories about the weeks past. Catching up with her Dad was probably the best thing ever. Well, at least until he got that said look. You know, the one that said 'You look just like your mother right now, did you know that?'
Kagome wanted to scream when he got that look in his soft hopeful eyes. Eyes hoping Kagome's mother would return. That was a hope Kagome once had. A hope she'd given up 9 years ago when her mother never came home after running away with Kagome's newborn brother. Her Dad always looks so pained at the idea of Kagome leaving him soon, too. It was like hell all over again. He was still in that hell. He'd loved Sakura, Kagome's mother, with all his heart and she'd just left him there, Kagome too, and took her baby brother along for her little runaway ride.
Kagome tried to forget her, but there were always things that reminder her of the mother she scarcely knew. It was the little things, too, that scared her most like the way she could still smell her mom's antique like perfume. Sometimes she could still smell it whenever she looked at Bella, the book her mother always used to read about a beautiful girl who only wanted freedom not a husband.
Looking in the mirror now Kagome was reminded of the unfeeling woman she'd once called mother and it stung her eyes. Tears seeped out and down gracing her lightly reddened cheeks.
"Pull yourself together kid, its just school!" a familiar baritone voice interrupted behind Kagome.
Kagome turned quickly to look into the eyes of her aging father with glistening pools of sorrow. Why's he have to be so kind about it? He'd just let her go. Somewhere in Kagome's heart she knew she'd let Sakura go too.
Wiping the tears away defensively Kagome turned back around to face the mirror, her eyes alight with a gleam of reprisal.
"I was just thinkin' about old times, you know? I was just remberin'.stuff." Turning her head slightly to catch a quick view of her father's crumbling expression she added promptly, "But I'm okay now so don't worry. You can just stop worrying. I'm gonna get in the shower now, if you don't mind."
Her father nodded slowly realizing Kagome's was hiding her feelings again. She always did that. He'd always thought it was his own fault for not teaching her to express herself more. He exited the room leaving Kagome to shower and dress.
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Kagome found her father cheerfully drinking his coffee at the kitchen counter 30 minutes later, reminding her that this was the good life, the better life. The life she wanted more than anything, the life she had with out her mother. Slowly making her way to the coffee maker she pulled a cup from the cabinet above and poured the searing fluid into her simple white mug. Starting towards the kitchen counter she placed the mug down on the level planed counter and sat on a soft stool bar sighing wearily.
"It's only 6:14, Kagome. I believe it's a bit too early to be sighing about nothing, don't you? Besides your bus will be here in 10 minutes. I want you to eat some yogurt and a granola bar." Kagome's father commanded austerely.
Rolling her light brown eyes grabbed a stale granola bar and shoved a small crunchy portion of it into her mouth. Smiling to herself at the disgustingness of the granola bar and her Father's almost collapsed look. Grinning again she raced out the door shoving the last bits of hard grain into her mouth and yelling 'I love you' to her father.
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"Kagome, you totally have to come to the mall with me and pick out an outfit for tomorrow's dance. I can't go myself. No one goes by themselves!" Chicadori whined as Kagome shifted in her seat nervously. Sighing in an annoyed manner Kagome rolled her eyes and turned to her happy-go-lucky friend.
"Uh-oh. Look who it is. Mrs. Bitchy McBitch herself." Chicadori exclaimed turning Kagome's attention to the office attendant that had just entered the stuffy, but busy, classroom. Everyone knew who it was and shut up quickly. Mrs. Fellar, the office attendant from hell. Mrs. Fellar was known for being a strict, cruel, bringer of bad news. Averting her eyes quickly Kagome picked up a neglected piece of paper on her small desk and began to read it.
"Kagome, please come to the front of the class." Mrs.Fellar instructed pulling down her glasses in an elderly fashion and giving Kagome a stern look of disapproval.
'What'd I do? I don't remember doing anything wrong. I'm the good kid. What does she want with me' Kagome searched for the answers to the questions racing through her mind. As she reached the front of the class an eerie feeling reached the back of her mind.
'Something's wrong! Daddy!' Kagome's mind screamed as she looked into the eyes of a snotty Mrs. Fellar.
"You're needed in Mr. Takanagumi's office immediately." Mrs. Fellar explained then added speculatively, "You may want to take some time to gather your thoughts afterwards, my dear."
Nodding obediently Kagome turned into the hall and walked nervously to Takanagumi, the principal's, office. Upon reaching the tanned colored door Kagome stopped abruptly prompting herself for the news.
She'd always been able to sense when something was wrong, her own little special talent her Dad called it. Kagome slowly reached for the door knob and sighed in a disdained manner. Suddenly she became of everything and everyone around her. The brass knob stung like thousands of sharp needles under her soft skin as sweat moistened her palm, lessening the chill.
Entering quietly Kagome walked maladroitly then closed the thin stilted door and sat down neatly in a tacky motley desk chair. Looking around warily Kagome's eyes bunged on the balding stout man in front of the economical oak cold metal desk with evident dents in the panels.
"Ms. Higurashi, I presume?" The principal inquired, scrutinizing Kagome with his watchful eyes.
"Yes. I was told this was a matter of great importance. Is there something I should be worried about, sir?" Kagome replied, her answer dripping with apprehension.
"It pains me when students under my care are forced to face such situations as these, I'm afraid. As you know many unsolved, unexplainable murders have been occurring as of late and many other families have been affected by these tragic," he paused clearing his throat with a sordid cough then continued with, "extremely tragic happenings. I regret at all times having to inform anyone of such devastating events amongst their own families."
'This isn't looking good. What the hell is he talking about? What's this got to do with me?'
"Your father unsuspectingly walked into the trap of this eradicator and was.murdered in his own car."
That was the last thing Kagome heard before she ran out of the room crying uncontrollably. Collapsing when she reached the bathroom she curled up into a small lump on the floor. It was real, these things she'd heard. It was all so very real now.
True Decisions
"Kagome, wake up dear. It's time for school." Mr. Higurashi yelled through the solid oak door of his teenaged daughter's room. 'when is that kid gonna learn? School starts at 7:25 not when she feels like bein' there.'
Honey brown orbs slowly opened, the weight of sleep still weighing heavily on the softly tanned skin. A stream of sunlight filtered in through the drawn back curtains at the huge patio windows of the fairly sized bedroom.
Kagome, seemingly lethargic, pulled the rumpled covers back, evidence of her wild tossing and turning the night before.
"I'm up, Dad. Stop yelling, would ya?!" Kagome yelled, sleep creeping back into her mind. Only when her father banged on the door again to return her yell did she fully waken and with a large cat like motion she stretched herself out then yawned groggily.
Kagome slowly got out of the large queen sized bed and walking towards her bathroom, the lights shining dimly and flickering from time to time. Every day was the same. Kagome would get up, take a shower, get dressed, pack her book bag, and then just.just go (You can tell I'm not thinking of words.or I just can't think. Not really good when writing, huh?).
Life was simple that way for her and her Dad. They'd lived that way for 10 years and that's how they liked it. They had those usual father- daughter routines of staying up late on Friday nights and watching gruesome horror movies or some lame chick flick Kagome was dying to see while eating tremendous amounts of buttered popcorn. Saturday's were her days with her friends where she would just go shopping and party till she puked (not quite puked! The thought of Kagome puking is utterly disgusting, don't you think?).
Sometimes she'd just stay home and help her Dad do some work for his construction company then they'd go out for dinner and just tell each other humorous stories about the weeks past. Catching up with her Dad was probably the best thing ever. Well, at least until he got that said look. You know, the one that said 'You look just like your mother right now, did you know that?'
Kagome wanted to scream when he got that look in his soft hopeful eyes. Eyes hoping Kagome's mother would return. That was a hope Kagome once had. A hope she'd given up 9 years ago when her mother never came home after running away with Kagome's newborn brother. Her Dad always looks so pained at the idea of Kagome leaving him soon, too. It was like hell all over again. He was still in that hell. He'd loved Sakura, Kagome's mother, with all his heart and she'd just left him there, Kagome too, and took her baby brother along for her little runaway ride.
Kagome tried to forget her, but there were always things that reminder her of the mother she scarcely knew. It was the little things, too, that scared her most like the way she could still smell her mom's antique like perfume. Sometimes she could still smell it whenever she looked at Bella, the book her mother always used to read about a beautiful girl who only wanted freedom not a husband.
Looking in the mirror now Kagome was reminded of the unfeeling woman she'd once called mother and it stung her eyes. Tears seeped out and down gracing her lightly reddened cheeks.
"Pull yourself together kid, its just school!" a familiar baritone voice interrupted behind Kagome.
Kagome turned quickly to look into the eyes of her aging father with glistening pools of sorrow. Why's he have to be so kind about it? He'd just let her go. Somewhere in Kagome's heart she knew she'd let Sakura go too.
Wiping the tears away defensively Kagome turned back around to face the mirror, her eyes alight with a gleam of reprisal.
"I was just thinkin' about old times, you know? I was just remberin'.stuff." Turning her head slightly to catch a quick view of her father's crumbling expression she added promptly, "But I'm okay now so don't worry. You can just stop worrying. I'm gonna get in the shower now, if you don't mind."
Her father nodded slowly realizing Kagome's was hiding her feelings again. She always did that. He'd always thought it was his own fault for not teaching her to express herself more. He exited the room leaving Kagome to shower and dress.
*******__________________******___________________*******____
Kagome found her father cheerfully drinking his coffee at the kitchen counter 30 minutes later, reminding her that this was the good life, the better life. The life she wanted more than anything, the life she had with out her mother. Slowly making her way to the coffee maker she pulled a cup from the cabinet above and poured the searing fluid into her simple white mug. Starting towards the kitchen counter she placed the mug down on the level planed counter and sat on a soft stool bar sighing wearily.
"It's only 6:14, Kagome. I believe it's a bit too early to be sighing about nothing, don't you? Besides your bus will be here in 10 minutes. I want you to eat some yogurt and a granola bar." Kagome's father commanded austerely.
Rolling her light brown eyes grabbed a stale granola bar and shoved a small crunchy portion of it into her mouth. Smiling to herself at the disgustingness of the granola bar and her Father's almost collapsed look. Grinning again she raced out the door shoving the last bits of hard grain into her mouth and yelling 'I love you' to her father.
*__________*__________*_________*__________*__________*
"Kagome, you totally have to come to the mall with me and pick out an outfit for tomorrow's dance. I can't go myself. No one goes by themselves!" Chicadori whined as Kagome shifted in her seat nervously. Sighing in an annoyed manner Kagome rolled her eyes and turned to her happy-go-lucky friend.
"Uh-oh. Look who it is. Mrs. Bitchy McBitch herself." Chicadori exclaimed turning Kagome's attention to the office attendant that had just entered the stuffy, but busy, classroom. Everyone knew who it was and shut up quickly. Mrs. Fellar, the office attendant from hell. Mrs. Fellar was known for being a strict, cruel, bringer of bad news. Averting her eyes quickly Kagome picked up a neglected piece of paper on her small desk and began to read it.
"Kagome, please come to the front of the class." Mrs.Fellar instructed pulling down her glasses in an elderly fashion and giving Kagome a stern look of disapproval.
'What'd I do? I don't remember doing anything wrong. I'm the good kid. What does she want with me' Kagome searched for the answers to the questions racing through her mind. As she reached the front of the class an eerie feeling reached the back of her mind.
'Something's wrong! Daddy!' Kagome's mind screamed as she looked into the eyes of a snotty Mrs. Fellar.
"You're needed in Mr. Takanagumi's office immediately." Mrs. Fellar explained then added speculatively, "You may want to take some time to gather your thoughts afterwards, my dear."
Nodding obediently Kagome turned into the hall and walked nervously to Takanagumi, the principal's, office. Upon reaching the tanned colored door Kagome stopped abruptly prompting herself for the news.
She'd always been able to sense when something was wrong, her own little special talent her Dad called it. Kagome slowly reached for the door knob and sighed in a disdained manner. Suddenly she became of everything and everyone around her. The brass knob stung like thousands of sharp needles under her soft skin as sweat moistened her palm, lessening the chill.
Entering quietly Kagome walked maladroitly then closed the thin stilted door and sat down neatly in a tacky motley desk chair. Looking around warily Kagome's eyes bunged on the balding stout man in front of the economical oak cold metal desk with evident dents in the panels.
"Ms. Higurashi, I presume?" The principal inquired, scrutinizing Kagome with his watchful eyes.
"Yes. I was told this was a matter of great importance. Is there something I should be worried about, sir?" Kagome replied, her answer dripping with apprehension.
"It pains me when students under my care are forced to face such situations as these, I'm afraid. As you know many unsolved, unexplainable murders have been occurring as of late and many other families have been affected by these tragic," he paused clearing his throat with a sordid cough then continued with, "extremely tragic happenings. I regret at all times having to inform anyone of such devastating events amongst their own families."
'This isn't looking good. What the hell is he talking about? What's this got to do with me?'
"Your father unsuspectingly walked into the trap of this eradicator and was.murdered in his own car."
That was the last thing Kagome heard before she ran out of the room crying uncontrollably. Collapsing when she reached the bathroom she curled up into a small lump on the floor. It was real, these things she'd heard. It was all so very real now.