History in Two Words
...or less...
Summary: Kagome Higurashi once lived in America, she and her mom had left her father after he had an affair, and had travelled the world to allow Kagome to participate in Tennis Matches...along the way she met Ryoma, and she became one of the few tennis players his age that he would actually practice with...when she finds out that he is returning to Japan...and he asks her to return as well...Kagome is faced with a choice, go back and face her past, or continue on in America to world lackluster without her best friend!
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairing: Kagome/?
Rated: M
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"It's fine...tomorrow?"
Kagome brought her black, silver and blue Babolat racquet down on the tennis ball in the kitchen she stood in and bounced it off the wall, watching it bounce onto the ground before she repeated the action and hit it up against the wall again. Over, and over, the ball would bounce, she'd hit it, and in her head, she counted her rally's.
"Step back, Kagome," her mom said as she covered the mouthpiece of her phone before going back to her call, "Alright, we'll see you then, Echizen-San."
Kagome stepped back as she hit the ball, never taking her eyes off of the ball as she walked backwards from the wall she was hitting the tennis ball against. "Echizen plays in the boys ten and elevens...what are you talking to his dad for?"
"His dad saw you play in the girl singles matches, for his sons' age group, and thought that you and he could play each other and practice together."
Kagome nodded, "Right, isn't tomorrow Sunday?"
"Yes, what about it?"
Kagome glanced to her mother from the side and dropped the hand with the racquet to her side, the tennis ball bounced past her before dribbling and finally rolling under the counter somewhere, "Nothing, I'm going to go take a shower and go to bed."
Rai smiled at her daughter before watching her leave the kitchen and moving to the calendar to make a date with the Echizen's. Her eyes looked curiously to Sunday and with the empty space came a confused look. All important things were marked on the calendar, so she was completely confused about what her daughter was thinking about.
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Kagome ran a brush through her hair, brushing the tangles out of her wet hair now that she was fresh, clean and dressed for bed. She looked in the mirror and stared at her reflection for a few moments. She turned her head to the left, and the again to the right. Her hair was to her shoulder blades, not long, not short, just in the middle, about five foot three, with blue eyes somewhere in a mix of light grey and dark blue...she did this every year...and every year...she was always in the middle...her height, her hair, her eyes...everything about her...she was average. She wanted her hair to grow out longer, and she wanted darker eyes, not...his...and she hated her height... Kagome sighed, closing her eyes as she pulled her hair back into a low ponytail before she climbed into bed, clapping her hands twice, the lights went off and she closed her eyes and went to bed.
The year is 2005, soon to be changing to 2006 in the coming winter, and for about four years, I've lived in America, bouncing from state to state to compete in competitions with girls my own age. I have been playing tennis since I was about three, joining a child's class and being coached since then. I was placed in advanced classes at seven, but...when that happened, classes were quick to end...the entire class was spent on kids being placed in different classes or told that they were staying. While it sucked to be the kids staying behind, I didn't care. I wanted to hurry home and tell my dad. Mom hadn't called dad like normal, to see if he wanted her to pick up something to eat, but instead we just went home...we found my father in my mothers and his bed...with a woman that wasn't my mom...
Now that I think about it though, I know why he asked us to always call to see if he wanted something to eat now...he wanted time to clean up the house, to fix his appearance, to freshen the house up, and to get his...mistress...out of the house. It wasn't even the next day that my mom and I were in a car driving to my grandfather's place. She got a divorce, half of everything. She and dad had a lot of money put in an account for me, so when my father tried to get my money after my mom took almost all of his, the attorney turned used the 'the account is in your daughter's name, not yours or your wife's, so this account is untouchable by anyone who is not your daughter' card, and that hadn't made my father too pleased to hear.
After a few months, mom and I left to America and bought a single story flat for us to live in, at least, most of the time...we spend a lot of time out of the house. We have since then, accumulated a bunch of frequent flyer miles, and during this time, I have had...I think...nine coach's...each more skilled than the last, but now I play on my own time against other players when I'm not competing or on a plane to another part of America for another out-of-state competition.
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'...Ryoma Echizen...' Kagome looked at the article of the magazine she was reading while in the car on the way to the Court she'd be meeting the Echizen's at. "You sure about this?"
Rai smiled, "I thought it would be a nice change, playing and practicing with someone your own age, instead of the adults I normally set you up with."
Kagome shrugged as she looked at the boys' eyes, catlike they may be and golden in color, that wasn't what caught her attention, but rather...they were set, determination filled them as he sliced the tennis ball to his opponent. The pose was easy to read, but what she thought was somewhat surprising, was the hand he played with. It wasn't often that you found a kid who played left handed, and he was. Kagome glanced out the window and sighed, 'It's going to be such a boring day, all I seem to ever do these days...is play tennis...'
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ME: Here is Chapter One, I want everyone to tell me what they think about this story! KAY! Love, Love! ~Akuma