The Day Planner

Prologue

To Decide

From the day Kagome Higurashi met Sango Taijiya, she knew they would be best friends forever. Sango was so much different than Kagome; she went out all the time, got wasted every weekend, while Kagome had her nose in a book when she had a minute alone.

It's like what they say, opposites attract.

The whole time that Sango had been friends with Kagome, she had tried her best to get the girl to unwind. It was safe to say that she hadn't really succeeded. Sure, Kagome had made a lot of social progress since she'd been friends with Sango. She spent more time focusing on fun than she'd ever done before, but when she compared it to the time Sango spent in the hottest club scenes, she realized that she didn't spend enough time relaxing.

An excellent student, Kagome had been accepted at Harvard and Yale, and had still been trying to decide which one she wanted to go to when Sango had gotten her late admission to Yale. The decision that had seemed so hard to make was suddenly easy: They would go to Yale together.

As native Japanese, they had both been living in Tokyo, but had immigrated to the United States after a few years. Their whole families knew each other, and had been friends for years. Moving to New York had been hard, but both families had had each other to help get through leaving Japan.

Yet the closeness between the two girls had not stopped them from being envious of each other. Kagome would have killed to get away with all the crazy things that Sango got away with, all because of her charming smile. Sango was an extremely lucky person, and while she never took anything seriously, the little time she spent studying or working was extremely fruitful.

After going out with a boy named Kouga, who had dumped her for being "a bore", Kagome had not been able to ignore the truth in his words. It had been a little over two weeks since they'd broken up, and she hadn't stopped thinking about it since.

She'd woken up that Tuesday feeling sick with herself. She'd gone over her day and had wanted to scream. She had two classes, in between which she would have a quiet lunch at home because Sango was spending her day shopping with her friend Yura, and in the evening, since Sango was going to dinner with a guy who'd been after her for a while, she'd have a quiet dinner at home, maybe watch a dvd, and go over the notes she'd taken in class that day. The only excuse she could come up with was that she had two classes and that it would exhaust her. But then, even if she hadn't had two classes that day, would it have been that much different?

Angry again, Kagome flipped over the page she'd been writing on. She had to concentrate again, she wasn't even listening to the professor. Mrs. Nault walked to the other side of the large classroom, going on about journalism. Kagome sighed; wishing Sango was in her class. This was the only class she actually hated. Mrs. Nault was the oldest, most boring teacher anyone could ever have.

Unable to cast away the unwanted thoughts, Kagome remembered Sango telling her about a club called Euphoria she really wanted to check out. She'd been ushering her to go to the city with her for a weekend, party, shop, and come back home.

Of course, Kagome had said no. But with her recent thoughts, and her birthday coming up, she reconsidered. She was turning twenty two. She couldn't afford to spend another year staying in, night after night. These were her years, and she was wasting them.

Suddenly determined that Euphoria was the first step towards a better life, Kagome cracked a little smile. It couldn't be a bad idea to do something stupid for once. She could focus a little less on her studies, and a little more on her social life. She could afford to spend a little less time alone with her books. After all, she was a smart person, she could juggle work and play.

Maybe she would go with Sango.

When she'd casually announced this to her on the phone while heading home after her second class, Sango had sounded very excited. "We'll have so much fun, Kagome, I promise you'll love it!"

"I'm sure I will," Kagome said, laughing. Her friend was always so excitable. "Where is this club, anyway?" She asked.

"Not very far from the NYU campus…" Sango answered her, and Kagome could hear Yura close to her, asking her how she looked. "Oh, yeah, that looks great on you, how much does it cost?"

"I'll talk to you later tonight," Kagome said. "Say hi to Yura for me. Have fun!"

"You, too," Sango said. "I'm coming home in about an hour anyway. Kisses." Kagome flipped her phone shut. You, too, she thought. What fun am I going to have?

XX

"Damn you, Kikyo." The angry whisper left Inuyasha as he slammed his laptop shut. There went his sudden studying mood. He had woken up in a good mood that morning – which didn't happen often – and had decided that it was time for him to make up for all the classes he'd slept through. He wasn't doing particularly well; and his parents were scared of him being kicked out of NYU. Yeah, like that would happen.

Inuyasha knew he could pull anything off if he really set his mind to it.

The only thing that wasn't applying to this rule was the fact that he couldn't get over Kikyo. She had been his girlfriend – his first serious girlfriend – for about three years; until he found out that she had been cheating on him with a guy called Bankotsu, or something like that. Inuyasha had been furious. He'd almost ripped the guy's throat out when he'd found out.

And now, four months later, Kikyo had started calling him, hoping that he had cooled off, to try and get him back. As much as it was tempting, Inuyasha wouldn't accept. She had hurt him so much it was impossible to describe. Inuyasha had loved her. He had loved her more than anything in the world, and he'd thought she had loved him the same. Everything he had hoped for had been shattered in a second. He had seen Kikyo as everything; he had wanted to marry her.

He had actually been thinking about it for a while. He had been twenty two, and she twenty one. They were in love. Why not get married? He had bought the ring, prepared his apartment for the occasion, actually made dinner (and not Ramen) and placed rose petals all over his bed.

How much more uncharacteristic can you get?

He had wanted to surprise her, and so, dropping by at her dorm room, he noticed her door was unlocked. Stepping in, he heard noises coming from the kitchen. He'd slammed the door open, worried about a robber. What he had found wasn't exactly…it.

But now, it was different. He didn't love Kikyo anymore. He wasn't completely over her, but definitely didn't love her anymore.

He didn't want Kikyo anymore, but he didn't want any other girl, either. "I don't want to date anyone," he would say. "Just let me have fun." Of course, his idea of fun was to go out on a single date with a girl, bang her, and move on. It helped to forget about Kikyo. He had been fine until she had started calling him again. The thing was; she wouldn't get the hint. 'Maybe if I actually told her off…' he wondered. 'No.' As much as he hated to admit it, Inuyasha would fall right back into her arms, into her spell, if ever he tried talking to her.

The phone rang. Inuyasha sighed, getting up from his desk and walking towards his bed on which he'd thrown his cordless phone after hanging up on Kikyo a minute ago.

He looked over to the little screen. Private Number, it read. He cursed under his breath, hoping it wasn't her again.

"Yeah?" he muttered as he picked up.

"Yash, my man," he heard a male's voice chuckle.

"Yeah," he answered with a sigh. It was obviously not Kikyo. He was angry about the sudden disappointment that he felt.

"So," Miroku went on, "Fucked anyone last night?"

"Yeah, right." Inuyasha rolled his eyes. "I'm not in the mood for that shit. I need to study for an exam in two days."

"Study?" Miroku gasped dramatically. "Would the legendary Inuyasha Taisho ever lift a book? Have I lived to see this miracle?"

"Sit on my fucking finger," Inuyasha dismissed him.

"I would, baby," Miroku joked, "but I'm not into guys. Sorry."

Inuyasha groaned in disgust as he made a face. "Fuck that. Why are you calling?"

"There's this new club opening up, and I was wondering if you wanted to go…"

"Dude, you sound like you're asking me out on a date. Yeah, sure. Where is it?"

"Real close to here. How about Friday night? Since you have to study." He rolled his eyes.

"Fuck you. Friday's fine." And with that, he hung up.

About five seconds later, the phone rang again. Sure that it was Miroku, Inuyasha answered. "Damn it man, I need to get to work!"

"Please don't hang up." Inuyasha's heart raced.

"Fuck, Kikyo!" he yelled, frustration getting the best of him. "I'm fucking sick of you calling me! You think you can fuck around on me and then come crawling back? Just stop it. You're wasting my time." He was about to hang up, when he heard her broken voice again.

"Y-Yash, I'm sorry…" His eyes softened, and his finger paused on the end button. He tried to say something, and apparently so did she, but all he heard was a sob. And then two. Inuyasha's eyes widened. He had never heard Kikyo cry before. "I really am sorry," she said quickly. "And I've been going through Hell for the past four months. I know I screwed up – "

"You did," he said, sounding more uncaring than he really was. "And I've been fine during the past four months."

"I don't believe that," she said, her voice somewhat steady again, but pained nonetheless. "But, even if you really are," she added, "we were more than fine, together. We were so happy. Try to remember."

Remember? She didn't – couldn't – know that remembering was the only thing that was stopping him from healing. But he could see it for a minute, he could see what his life would be if he believed that she regretted, if he took her back into his life.

"No," he said abruptly. "Stop calling." He didn't wait for her answer before ending the call.

"No more," he whispered. He stretched, and decided it was useless to try to study. Sighing, he opted for a shower instead. And even though Kikyo's cries echoed in his mind for the rest of the day, he ignored them, as he'd learned to do for the past four months, and it was only late at night, when he lay in bed with a busty blonde sound asleep next to him, that he thought about it again. Try to remember.

XX

AN: Well, here's the rewrite. I didn't change the main idea, just the way everything was written.

Hope you like it. I've posted the rewritten first chapter, too, and the second chapter.

Tell me what you think! :)