Hikaru Mitsukai: If you people actually thought for one second that you had
seen the last of me, then you are sadly mistaken my dears, because this
fire angel does not shut down shop that easily. Ha. Although, if I do say
so myself, my CCS fic did kinda suck. ^_^;;
And once again with the help of my beta-writer Lady Saikyou, I shall set
off on this road to Fanfiction.net's finest, and hopefully, I'll make it
onto someone's Favourite's list ^_^
Disclaimer: I am poor, so there is no way in hell I own the idea of Inuyasha. No that one belongs to the lovely lady of manga, none other than Ms. Rumiko Takahashi, whom I aspire to be like someday. *_* My heroine.
Chasing A Far Away Dream
Chapter 1: The Sad Blue Eyes
She couldn't understand it. Even though she knew it was for the better, she couldn't understand why. Why they had to move from their home in cozy little Onoda to live in the large noisy city of Tokyo. 'I guess there are just some things I will never understand, right otou-san?' she thought as she looked to the sky. The car ride had been silent the entire time and it was beginning to make her rather nervous.
"So, okaa-san, which school am I going to go to again?" the raven-haired teen asked her mother in an attempt to break the silence. The woman merely sighed and paused as if thinking of an answer for the question addressed to her. "The Natsuki Watanabe High School, Kagome, you know, the one your father went to?"
She sighed and nodded her head, an indication that she was only listening and not really thinking about it. There was no complaining, no tears, no screaming, no nothing, and this frightened Mrs. Higurashi a little. Her daughter was slowly dwindling away in front of her eyes, and there was little or nothing she could do about it; nothing she could do or say to stop it.
They pulled up in the driveway of a shrine with an old man sweeping away furiously at the petal littered ground. Upon hearing the car tyres grind the dirt on the ground, he looked up with a scowl, which changed into a smile suddenly as he watched his daughter-in-law, and her children hop out of the car.
"Ah, Nadeshiko, my dear how are you?" he asked dropping the broom on the ground as he took the woman who was not much taller than himself into a tight embrace. The young boy looked around with wide eyes while the girl just glanced around half-heartedly. She had always loved coming to this place, with its fairy like appearance in a place as noisy and busy as Tokyo. Time seemed to stop and all sound ceased, but back then, her father was still alive.
~*Flashback*~
A 5 year-old girl with bright blue eyes and raven-black hair ran in circles while being chased by a man who had the same physical qualities as herself. Her childish laughter filled the air as her mother looked on, watching with a gentle smile on her face. This was one of the many activities of the Higurashi family when they visited grandfather, an old man obsessed with the Sengoku Jidai and its many legends.
Time seemed to go by slowly, but at the same time, quickly as well. Without a care in the world, that was how life was meant to be lived. Eventually, the man caught up with the little girl and began to tickle her mercilessly, causing more childish laughter to spill from her mouth, as the woman could no longer help herself; she had to join the fun.
So there the two adults stood, tickling the girl with huge grins painted on their faces as the old man took a picture and smiled. That was how a family was supposed to be...happy.
~*End of Flashback*~
"Souta, Kagome, how are you doing?" the man suddenly asked, snapping Kagome out of her reminiscing. Souta shrugged and Kagome stared of into space, her interest suddenly taken by the street. This didn't go unnoticed, but everyone decided that they would be better off if they talked about it after they had all washed up and rested.
Souta ran up the stairs to investigate his new room with a boyish interest that you couldn't help but admire if you considered his situation. Nadeshiko was a bit pleased by this, but still, she couldn't forget about her daughter, who had just plopped down in front of the television and turned it on, only to stare at the street every once and a while.
Leaving Onoda was hard for everyone, but Kagome took it the hardest, after all, it was their home they were leaving behind, but for the older of the Higurashi children, it wasn't the house, or even the people, but it was the memories, the places she had been, the things she had done, or hadn't done, the things she ate and just about everything she had experienced with her father. The man with the immortal smile.
Her distress now reaching its peak, Mrs. Higurashi did the only thing she could think of; get Kagome out of the house. 'It would be a perfect opportunity to get reacquainted with the environment and see new people.' She reassured herself mentally with this thought as she gathered up the courage to stop what she was doing, which was cutting some onions, and turn to her depressed daughter.
"Kagome-chan?"
The girl looked up at the person who was addressing her with both her eyebrows raised slightly and a faint "Hm?" to acknowledge that she was being spoken to by someone. She was obviously somewhere on the road to recovery if she was to do something that familiar and close to her old self.
"It looks like grandpa doesn't have enough oden, or leek for that matter, do you mind running down to the store to get me some?"
Removing her feet from the coffee table in front of her, Kagome got up and walked over to where her mother was rummaging in her purse for some money to give to her. The woman handed over the money and smiled to express her gratitude. Much to her enjoyment and surprise, Kagome smiled back, although it was nothing compared to her heart-warming grins, but it was enough to please the distraught woman. Maybe there was hope after all.
~**~**~
A group of four teens walked down the crowded streets on their way to God- knows-where. The eldest of them walked in front, his clawed hands jammed into his pockets for no apparent reason. His silver hair trailed aimlessly behind him and his golden-amber eyes were half open, part of his whole look of indifference, but behind his mask he was lonely. To him the crescent moon on his forehead didn't serve as a marker that told everyone that he was the son of the wealthiest man/youkai in all of Japan, it just served as a reminder of how incomplete he was, a half of a man. He was lonely, and his brother was too.
His brother was more fortunate than he was, for he did not have the symbol of his incompleteness on his forehead for any and everyone to see. But his brother was even worse off, for he did not even realise that he was incomplete, and he just kept trying to fill that space with material things like fast cars, clothes and women. How unfortunate. He probably didn't even realise that he was wearing a mask, one that had managed to hide the truth from its own wearer, and that the gap he was trying futilely to fill could only be filled with one thing. The one thing that had the power to fill a space that large or that deep. The one thing that kept eluding him even though he wasn't trying to catch it. That thing was love. The amazing power of love. *
~**~**~
Kagome walked down the street, her aura parading the sadness that welled inside of her. It was so depressing in fact, that anyone that passed her just looked back with a look of pity at the blue-eyed girl who had just walked past them with her head down; her black bangs covering her face. All time seemed to have stopped for her, so that her mourning could last forever. Everything seemed to stop in her wake, everything except for the group of teens coming her way that is.
The one in front seemed to have noticed her presence while the other three just chattered away happily not noticing a thing that was going on. As she neared him, he stopped; his mouth opened slightly as if he wanted to say something to her but forgot the words. His brow furrowed slightly in concern. If she didn't look where she was going soon, she would bump into his brother, who wasn't famous for keeping his tongue on a short leash.
It was too late to do or say anything as she kept walking straight, and straight into the shoulder of a very arrogant hanyou. As she passed, she only caught a glimpse of the first four people from Tokyo she had seen besides her grandfather.
The one in the back was presumably the oldest, and he looked at her with eyes of a golden-amber colour; the streaks on his face and the crescent moon on his forehead affirmed what she first thought when she saw his silver hair; he was a youkai. The next one was a female who, oddly, looked exactly like her, except with a pair of stormy grey eyes.
The third person was male, and he had a short ponytail and three earrings in total, two in one ear, and one in the next. He had dark violet eyes and was staring at someone next to him with wide eyes. This caught her attention and in curiosity, she looked to her right and her gaze was caught and held by a pair of golden-amber eyes much like the first, except the face that went with them wasn't as thoughtful as the first person she saw.
On the contrary, this person was mad, down right pissed actually. She studied the person for a while, and her eyes sited a pair of fuzzy white triangles sitting on top of this male's head. They were absolutely adorable and she would have reached out and touched them, but she never got the chance.
"Why don't you watch where you're going, wench?!" he bellowed, making everyone stop dead in their tracks. How would she respond? That was the question on everyone's minds at that time. If she was herself, she would've given him a piece of her mind, but this time, she didn't care to respond. His words just washed over her and then disappeared, like they had never existed.
The girl just stood there staring at him with her lifeless blue orbs. They were a beautiful shade of blue, he had to admit, but they would've been a lot more beautiful if they hadn't been so empty. So emotionless. But he couldn't be bothered about eyes right now; he had to make this girl understand that you do not cross the Nemura Inuyasha. Her silence was making him impatient, and he would probably snap if he didn't get her to say something soon.
"Well? I'm waiting." He growled to show her that he meant business, but he still got no response. He was even beginning to question if she was even alive. She just kept on staring at him with those empty blue eyes, as if she was the one waiting for an answer. This was starting to get on his nerves, but what she did next, he would never forget...
She walked away from him.
No apology. No response. No nothing. It was almost as if she couldn't say anything, but for some reason, he knew she could. Murmurs broke out as she walked away. That girl had the audacity to walk away from him after bumping into him, but he didn't feel the least bit angry. All he could feel was sympathy towards the girl with the sad blue eyes.
~**~**~
Kagome crawled into her bed. Staring at the ceiling, she thought back onto the day she had, when she heard a soft mewing from somewhere beside her. When she pulled up the sheets, she saw a kitten with large red-orange eyes and two tails staring back up at her.
"Kirara? What are you doing here?" "Mew." "You know that Sango is going to kill when she finds out that you're here." "Mew." "Well, might as well enjoy yourself before she comes for you." She began to scratch behind the kitten's ears, making it purr softly. She thought of all the people she had left behind: Rin, Sango, Hojo and Kohaku. Her friends. Then with a sigh, she thought of the people she ran into earlier: the youkai, her look-a-like, the violet-eyed boy and the hanyou. For some reason, she smiled at the thought of the hanyou. He was very handsome, and his beautiful silver hair, golden-amber eyes and furry triangular ears just added to his exotic beauty. From what she had gathered, he wasn't one to be known for manners, but that wasn't important to her. She peered out at the crescent moon, and began to drift off to sleep; her thoughts were of a boy with fierce golden- amber eyes.
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*The person being referred to in this chapter is Inuyasha.
Hikaru M.: Well, this is my first attempt at an Inuyasha AU so don't kill me please. And don't worry if I accidentally made it sound as though Sess had a thing for Kag, because he doesn't, or does he?. This is the first fic I have written after my failed CCS fic. I'm still feeling the flames from that one. *winces at the thought* So anyway, with my lovely beta writer Saikyou, who will make me bend over backwards until I get my crap in order, I shall proceed with this fic, and I myself am chasing a faraway dream...I'm hoping I actually get I reviews this time around.
Next Chapter: Welcome to Chaos High
Disclaimer: I am poor, so there is no way in hell I own the idea of Inuyasha. No that one belongs to the lovely lady of manga, none other than Ms. Rumiko Takahashi, whom I aspire to be like someday. *_* My heroine.
Chasing A Far Away Dream
Chapter 1: The Sad Blue Eyes
She couldn't understand it. Even though she knew it was for the better, she couldn't understand why. Why they had to move from their home in cozy little Onoda to live in the large noisy city of Tokyo. 'I guess there are just some things I will never understand, right otou-san?' she thought as she looked to the sky. The car ride had been silent the entire time and it was beginning to make her rather nervous.
"So, okaa-san, which school am I going to go to again?" the raven-haired teen asked her mother in an attempt to break the silence. The woman merely sighed and paused as if thinking of an answer for the question addressed to her. "The Natsuki Watanabe High School, Kagome, you know, the one your father went to?"
She sighed and nodded her head, an indication that she was only listening and not really thinking about it. There was no complaining, no tears, no screaming, no nothing, and this frightened Mrs. Higurashi a little. Her daughter was slowly dwindling away in front of her eyes, and there was little or nothing she could do about it; nothing she could do or say to stop it.
They pulled up in the driveway of a shrine with an old man sweeping away furiously at the petal littered ground. Upon hearing the car tyres grind the dirt on the ground, he looked up with a scowl, which changed into a smile suddenly as he watched his daughter-in-law, and her children hop out of the car.
"Ah, Nadeshiko, my dear how are you?" he asked dropping the broom on the ground as he took the woman who was not much taller than himself into a tight embrace. The young boy looked around with wide eyes while the girl just glanced around half-heartedly. She had always loved coming to this place, with its fairy like appearance in a place as noisy and busy as Tokyo. Time seemed to stop and all sound ceased, but back then, her father was still alive.
~*Flashback*~
A 5 year-old girl with bright blue eyes and raven-black hair ran in circles while being chased by a man who had the same physical qualities as herself. Her childish laughter filled the air as her mother looked on, watching with a gentle smile on her face. This was one of the many activities of the Higurashi family when they visited grandfather, an old man obsessed with the Sengoku Jidai and its many legends.
Time seemed to go by slowly, but at the same time, quickly as well. Without a care in the world, that was how life was meant to be lived. Eventually, the man caught up with the little girl and began to tickle her mercilessly, causing more childish laughter to spill from her mouth, as the woman could no longer help herself; she had to join the fun.
So there the two adults stood, tickling the girl with huge grins painted on their faces as the old man took a picture and smiled. That was how a family was supposed to be...happy.
~*End of Flashback*~
"Souta, Kagome, how are you doing?" the man suddenly asked, snapping Kagome out of her reminiscing. Souta shrugged and Kagome stared of into space, her interest suddenly taken by the street. This didn't go unnoticed, but everyone decided that they would be better off if they talked about it after they had all washed up and rested.
Souta ran up the stairs to investigate his new room with a boyish interest that you couldn't help but admire if you considered his situation. Nadeshiko was a bit pleased by this, but still, she couldn't forget about her daughter, who had just plopped down in front of the television and turned it on, only to stare at the street every once and a while.
Leaving Onoda was hard for everyone, but Kagome took it the hardest, after all, it was their home they were leaving behind, but for the older of the Higurashi children, it wasn't the house, or even the people, but it was the memories, the places she had been, the things she had done, or hadn't done, the things she ate and just about everything she had experienced with her father. The man with the immortal smile.
Her distress now reaching its peak, Mrs. Higurashi did the only thing she could think of; get Kagome out of the house. 'It would be a perfect opportunity to get reacquainted with the environment and see new people.' She reassured herself mentally with this thought as she gathered up the courage to stop what she was doing, which was cutting some onions, and turn to her depressed daughter.
"Kagome-chan?"
The girl looked up at the person who was addressing her with both her eyebrows raised slightly and a faint "Hm?" to acknowledge that she was being spoken to by someone. She was obviously somewhere on the road to recovery if she was to do something that familiar and close to her old self.
"It looks like grandpa doesn't have enough oden, or leek for that matter, do you mind running down to the store to get me some?"
Removing her feet from the coffee table in front of her, Kagome got up and walked over to where her mother was rummaging in her purse for some money to give to her. The woman handed over the money and smiled to express her gratitude. Much to her enjoyment and surprise, Kagome smiled back, although it was nothing compared to her heart-warming grins, but it was enough to please the distraught woman. Maybe there was hope after all.
~**~**~
A group of four teens walked down the crowded streets on their way to God- knows-where. The eldest of them walked in front, his clawed hands jammed into his pockets for no apparent reason. His silver hair trailed aimlessly behind him and his golden-amber eyes were half open, part of his whole look of indifference, but behind his mask he was lonely. To him the crescent moon on his forehead didn't serve as a marker that told everyone that he was the son of the wealthiest man/youkai in all of Japan, it just served as a reminder of how incomplete he was, a half of a man. He was lonely, and his brother was too.
His brother was more fortunate than he was, for he did not have the symbol of his incompleteness on his forehead for any and everyone to see. But his brother was even worse off, for he did not even realise that he was incomplete, and he just kept trying to fill that space with material things like fast cars, clothes and women. How unfortunate. He probably didn't even realise that he was wearing a mask, one that had managed to hide the truth from its own wearer, and that the gap he was trying futilely to fill could only be filled with one thing. The one thing that had the power to fill a space that large or that deep. The one thing that kept eluding him even though he wasn't trying to catch it. That thing was love. The amazing power of love. *
~**~**~
Kagome walked down the street, her aura parading the sadness that welled inside of her. It was so depressing in fact, that anyone that passed her just looked back with a look of pity at the blue-eyed girl who had just walked past them with her head down; her black bangs covering her face. All time seemed to have stopped for her, so that her mourning could last forever. Everything seemed to stop in her wake, everything except for the group of teens coming her way that is.
The one in front seemed to have noticed her presence while the other three just chattered away happily not noticing a thing that was going on. As she neared him, he stopped; his mouth opened slightly as if he wanted to say something to her but forgot the words. His brow furrowed slightly in concern. If she didn't look where she was going soon, she would bump into his brother, who wasn't famous for keeping his tongue on a short leash.
It was too late to do or say anything as she kept walking straight, and straight into the shoulder of a very arrogant hanyou. As she passed, she only caught a glimpse of the first four people from Tokyo she had seen besides her grandfather.
The one in the back was presumably the oldest, and he looked at her with eyes of a golden-amber colour; the streaks on his face and the crescent moon on his forehead affirmed what she first thought when she saw his silver hair; he was a youkai. The next one was a female who, oddly, looked exactly like her, except with a pair of stormy grey eyes.
The third person was male, and he had a short ponytail and three earrings in total, two in one ear, and one in the next. He had dark violet eyes and was staring at someone next to him with wide eyes. This caught her attention and in curiosity, she looked to her right and her gaze was caught and held by a pair of golden-amber eyes much like the first, except the face that went with them wasn't as thoughtful as the first person she saw.
On the contrary, this person was mad, down right pissed actually. She studied the person for a while, and her eyes sited a pair of fuzzy white triangles sitting on top of this male's head. They were absolutely adorable and she would have reached out and touched them, but she never got the chance.
"Why don't you watch where you're going, wench?!" he bellowed, making everyone stop dead in their tracks. How would she respond? That was the question on everyone's minds at that time. If she was herself, she would've given him a piece of her mind, but this time, she didn't care to respond. His words just washed over her and then disappeared, like they had never existed.
The girl just stood there staring at him with her lifeless blue orbs. They were a beautiful shade of blue, he had to admit, but they would've been a lot more beautiful if they hadn't been so empty. So emotionless. But he couldn't be bothered about eyes right now; he had to make this girl understand that you do not cross the Nemura Inuyasha. Her silence was making him impatient, and he would probably snap if he didn't get her to say something soon.
"Well? I'm waiting." He growled to show her that he meant business, but he still got no response. He was even beginning to question if she was even alive. She just kept on staring at him with those empty blue eyes, as if she was the one waiting for an answer. This was starting to get on his nerves, but what she did next, he would never forget...
She walked away from him.
No apology. No response. No nothing. It was almost as if she couldn't say anything, but for some reason, he knew she could. Murmurs broke out as she walked away. That girl had the audacity to walk away from him after bumping into him, but he didn't feel the least bit angry. All he could feel was sympathy towards the girl with the sad blue eyes.
~**~**~
Kagome crawled into her bed. Staring at the ceiling, she thought back onto the day she had, when she heard a soft mewing from somewhere beside her. When she pulled up the sheets, she saw a kitten with large red-orange eyes and two tails staring back up at her.
"Kirara? What are you doing here?" "Mew." "You know that Sango is going to kill when she finds out that you're here." "Mew." "Well, might as well enjoy yourself before she comes for you." She began to scratch behind the kitten's ears, making it purr softly. She thought of all the people she had left behind: Rin, Sango, Hojo and Kohaku. Her friends. Then with a sigh, she thought of the people she ran into earlier: the youkai, her look-a-like, the violet-eyed boy and the hanyou. For some reason, she smiled at the thought of the hanyou. He was very handsome, and his beautiful silver hair, golden-amber eyes and furry triangular ears just added to his exotic beauty. From what she had gathered, he wasn't one to be known for manners, but that wasn't important to her. She peered out at the crescent moon, and began to drift off to sleep; her thoughts were of a boy with fierce golden- amber eyes.
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*The person being referred to in this chapter is Inuyasha.
Hikaru M.: Well, this is my first attempt at an Inuyasha AU so don't kill me please. And don't worry if I accidentally made it sound as though Sess had a thing for Kag, because he doesn't, or does he?. This is the first fic I have written after my failed CCS fic. I'm still feeling the flames from that one. *winces at the thought* So anyway, with my lovely beta writer Saikyou, who will make me bend over backwards until I get my crap in order, I shall proceed with this fic, and I myself am chasing a faraway dream...I'm hoping I actually get I reviews this time around.
Next Chapter: Welcome to Chaos High