Chapter I: It will never be the same…
A/N: Ok so I've actually been working on this for a while, but since I was working on seven other stories I decided to wait a while to post it. However, my inspiration for the others seems to be running desperately low. So… Low and behold – here's another one. hope you like. (And also hope that I didn't just dig my whole another story deeper).
Disclaimer: Any recognizable material does not belong to me.
Her world was brimmed in pink. A light, baby colored pink, like you always see on new-born girls. That color. The thin metal lines gleamed with the raindrops that slid down the slippery slope to the pavement below, water soaked in and the concrete several shades darker than it was really meant to be. Kagome's legs were numb as ice. She didn't remember when she had lost the feeling, but it was gone now. Typhoon season had starting not so long ago, and it seemed that this year the weatherman was going to be right for once. Of all the bad timing…
She braced her hand against the thin, wet fabric of her umbrella, squinting into the wind that was making her world shake so fiercely. She was worried that the handle was going to snap soon, even while her own hands were working so hard to try to hold it together for a little while longer.
She had to get home. What would her father say if she had come home late with a snapped umbrella and no homework done when she had told him that she'd be able to work in the library? Well she knew what he would say but… what would he do? That was the thought that really scared Kagome, what would her father do?
Her pace quickened with her heartbeat as she stepped out into the road, her wet shoes making a solid clunking noise even in the rain. And she was still staring at the sopping wet dome of baby pink that covered up her world. All she could really think of was her father and how much she really needed to be able to make it home. All she could really think of was –
Screeeech!
"Hey!"
"Huh?"
Things seemed to go slow motion as Kagome's turned around. The sound of her heartbeat, the solid sheet of dark gray rain blending together with her now gray world, the big black motorcycle a few feet away that was sleek and shining and fishtailing wildly out of control, the spray of the water, clear and cold splashing up her skirt… the hand of the rider, his face hidden behind the helmet, his bare fingers and palm reaching out into the rain to push her down as the bike and him was on spun recklessly toward her. And still… she couldn't move.
"Watch it!"
Crash.
She hit the ground hard, crying out in pain as her brain was knocked inside her skull. She tried to sit up, move her hand to check for blood… anything. But her body wouldn't respond. And somewhere in the back of her mind she could hear the angry shouting. Dazed, she allowed her eyes to move a little farther up the road to see that her pink umbrella had been snapped in half, inverted and laying on the black ground and broken and useless in the pouring rain. And even if she could mange to get it fixed before she got home and her dad found out, somehow she knew it would never be the same…
A/N: Sorry about the short length. Shortness is usually true for my first chapters. (most of the time). Can't say the next one will be up soon, but I'd like to think it would be. ;)
Next Time:
"What do you do?" Kagome asked, her brain slow and woozy feeling as she noticed the high ceilings and the glass chandelier.
"Save the idiotic women who decide it'd be a good bit of fun to jump in front of my motorcycle." He replied, the sarcasm still coated thickly on his voice.
"What?"
"That'd be you, bit."