Through Her Eyes
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, I swear!
Summary: They were two completely different women who coincidentally shared the same face. After a tragic accident one of them is mistaken for the other, and the other dies. Helpless, she finds herself taking over the life of a woman she barely met.
Chapter One: Mirror Image
It was rather early in the morning, and everyone's day was practically just starting. Parents were dropping their children off at school, others were heading to work, and some were even at home lazing about.
But for Kagome Higurashi, it was different.
"One, two, three, four, five, sex, seven, eight!" Kagome muttered to herself as her body moved with each count in beat with the current song playing.
You guessed it, Kagome was dancing.
She had an audition for a prestigious American dance school coming up, and she could not get the steps right. She was blessed to even be offered a spot in their school, seeing as how she somewhat struggled financially. Mentally cursing herself for picking a challenging song, Kagome walked around in a circle before returning to her spot in front of the mirror. Sighing, she placed her hands on the bar in front of her and brought her leg up until it was perpendicular with the ceiling.
"Press play again for me, will ya?" She called out to her longtime friend, roommate, and fellow dancer, Sango Morimoto as she spotted her passing the room. Sango chuckled and walked into the mirrored room and pressed play on the stereo before watching Kagome begin her dance.
"I'll never understand why you picked Guns N' Roses." She called out and Kagome stopped dancing after she lost her rhythm once more.
"I can't help it Sango, I wanted to stand out from the numerous hip-hop songs." Kagome said. "Besides, I don't like hip-hop anyways."
"Of course, we wouldn't get along if you did." Sango pointed out, a smile on her face. "Anyways, the dance concert is scheduled for 10am on Friday in Los Angeles. How does it feel knowing you're about to become white-washed?" She joked.
"We don't even know if I'll make it." Kagome pointed out, playfully glaring at her friend. "I'll probably enjoy the food, though."
"True…" Sango trailed off before finishing her sentence. "The burgers are delicious!"
"I bet!" Kagome giggled as she downed a bottle of ice-cold water.
Friday came much too quickly for her liking. Her nerves were on edge as she checked if she needed anything else for the umpteenth time.
"Relax," Sango said as she entered her friend's bedroom. "You'll make this, I know you will." She reassured, causing Kagome to smile.
"I hope," She said as she grabbed the handle to her suitcase and began dragging it out the door. "Well, we shouldn't be late!" Kagome added as she made her way towards Sango's car. Sango chuckled as she twirled her keys around her fingers as she walked to the trunk. Popping it open she grabbed Kagome's things and placed it inside.
"Come on, princess! A whole new world is waiting for ya!" She exclaimed, and then suddenly burst out into song. "A whole new world, a dazzling place you never knew!" She stopped as she began laughing. Kagome shook her head at her crazy friend. Sango will definitely be missed.
The ride to the airport was very entertaining as the girls' talked about anything and everything during the hour drive. As they had a tearful farewell, Kagome was left alone to wait until her plane began boarding.
Time went by rather quickly and before she knew it she was seated and gripping her arm rests for dear life. Oh, how she hated flying…
"Hello, this is your captain, Seiko Daimyo speaking. I hope you are all situated and clam as we are ready for lift off, thank you for choosing American Airlines. I look forward to travelling with you." An old voice croaked through the intercom.
Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord. Kagome gulped as she felt the sudden jolt of the plane catching flight. Once in the air, she began to calm down. Well, that wasn't so bad…
A few hours passed, and she felt a familiar tingle in her lower stomach. Mentally cursing, her eyes flew to the bathroom. She had to pee.
Groaning, Kagome stood up and made her way to the restroom. Waiting for the person to leave, she mentally began going over her choreography. As the door open, her eyes darted up, and she gasped.
"What…" She heard the person exiting the bathroom say. The woman was equally as shocked as Kagome. Standing in front of her, a woman wearing what looked like a very expensive business suit—Kagome didn't really know her brand named clothing—stared at her, eyes wide in amazement.
"Who…" Kagome trailed off, still in shock. "You look… you…" She didn't even know what to say.
"Well, hello. I am Kikyou Takahashi." The woman seemed to have recovered from her shock very quickly and held out a hand for her to shake. Kagome chuckled nervously and took the woman's hand in her own.
"K-Kagome. Kagome Higurashi." She added. Tilting her head, she examined Kikyou's face. It was like looking in a mirror… The woman known as Kikyou Takahashi smiled politely and bowed her head.
"Well, miss, as much of a shock this is, I must be going back to my seat. Have a good day. "
Just as she was about to leave, the plane began shaking, causing the two women to grip onto the railings above their heads. They turned their heads to a flight-attendant speaking in an urgent voice. "Everyone," She began, "Stay calm! We are experiencing some difficulties with the aircraft. Please make use of the oxygen masks we provide!"
As if on cue, oxygen masks fell from the ceiling. Kagome gulped as the endless possibilities began coursing through her head. Sensing her distraught, Kikyou began trying to calm her down.
"Miss, everything will be alright. Like they say, flying is the safest way to travel." Kagome smiled at the other woman, but felt as if Kikyou was merely telling herself that. The smile immediately turned into a look of fear as the plane started to shake violently.
The passengers began to panic as the plane shook. Luggage fell, people tripped, and the plane erupted into chaos.
"OH MY GOD WE'RE GONNA DIE!" A man began screaming, and flight attendants began pouring in, attempting to calm everyone down until they too began panicking.
Fighting the tears that began to form, Kagome looked at Kikyou and grabbed her hand, slowly trying to make her way back to the safety of her seat. However, the plane jerked violently and the two were flown to the other side of the plane. They cried out in pain as they collided with other passengers. Kagome instantly got up, and grabbed Kikyou once more.
"You'll be okay." She called out to the older woman.
Making her way back to her seat, she sat a very distraught Kikyou down, helped her buckle up, and placed an oxygen mask over her face. Silly Kagome, always putting others' well-being before your own, you need to be more selfish—her conscience never got the chance to finish berating her as she was thrown back again when the plane jerked forward.
Kagome sensed that they were falling down.
She grunted in pain as she held her head up and looked around from her spot on the ground. People were crying, others were praying. Some were holding their loved ones while others were already dead due to physical trauma. Noticing a little girl who was frantically searching for someone, Kagome bit back a sob as she rushed towards her. Grabbing the little girl she did her best to soothe her as they lay down. Curling up into a ball around her, Kagome continued soothing the little girl.
"You'll be okay," Kagome choked out, tears streaming down her face. "You'll be—"
Everything went black.
Earlier that morning…
Kikyou Takahashi sighed as she glanced at her calendar on her smart phone. She was so busy, and her stupid husband couldn't take one day off in his unfaithful life to take her place in this trip. Kikyou was co-owner of Takahashi Enterprises. Her husband, Inuyasha, was the other owner. They were a powerhouse, and anyone who dared go up against them failed miserably.
The long haired beauty mentally began cursing her husband. She had to cancel so many appointments, had to postpone so many meetings just so she could help out with the construction of their overseas branch. Why couldn't her husband do this? Oh yeah, Kikyou sneered at the thought. Her husband decided to stay another month in The Bahamas, on a 'business trip.'
Kikyou knew damn well there was no business... unless you wanted to call taking-his-stupid-secretary-on-a-vacation-so-you-could-fuck-her-senseless-without-your-wife-constantly-nagging-you 'business.' What was her name again? Oh, Tsubaki. She never liked her, and immediately denied her application after seeing the way her husband looked at her. But of course, her husband pulled her application back and hired her. She may not love her husband anymore, but she hated when he decided to take his shenanigans to work. She did not like it when his trampy little bitches waltzed up in the building acting like they had more power over her because she's fucking her husband.
Kikyou continued thinking about her failing marriage. They were pretty much separated. They stayed on separate sides of the building, and their rooms were on separate sides of the house. They owned separate cars, had separate lovers… you get the point. Close friends of her always asked her why she never got a divorce, and Kikyou merely shrugged every time. A divorce was never an option for them. Their business would go to shambles if Kikyou walked out. She was too big of an asset, and Inuyasha knew that. That's why they agreed to staying married. Kikyou had no problems with it at all. They were content with their life, but one thing Kikyou could not stand was when she had to sacrifice a very busy day to do something that his ass should have done, just so he could frolic around his office with his trash, and the frolic some more after work with the many women he loved to bed. Kikyou rolled her eyes in disgust.
Glancing at the clock, she picked up her briefcase in one hand, suitcase in the other and began walking.
"Shippou," She called out to her driver. "Time to fly," She said with a slight smile. The red-headed chauffer grinned and grabbed her bags, placing them in the trunk.
The ride to the airport was quiet, peaceful even. Kikyou glanced at her phone and sighed as she received a text message from none other than her husband.
Let me know when you arrive in Los Angeles, I'll have a driver pick you up. Good luck. -Yash
"Thank you, Inuyasha, but I'm very capable of having my own driver pick me up." She muttered as she shoved her cellphone into her purse as they approached the airport. Smiling at Shippou, she grabbed her luggage and dismissed him despite his pleas to help her with her luggage. She was very independent, and disliked anyone doing something that she could easily do.
Barely made it, she thought as she began weaving her way through people as she made her way to the terminal.
Everything went by smoothly, and Kikyou was seated in first class sipping on champagne and staring at the wonderful view a few hours into the flight. Adjusting her posture in her seat, she sighed as the uncomfortable feeling did not go away. Standing up, she made her way to the restroom.
Taking care of business, she washed her hands and stared at herself in the mirror, briefly wondering what Inuyasha would do should anything happen to her. Scoffing at the thought, she opened the door, looked up, and gasped.
A/N: Hello! ^_^ The idea for this fic came from a romance/suspense novel that I really enjoyed authored by Sandra Brown. The name of the book is actually the title of this chapter. So therefore, I own nothing, not even this plot. I do however wish to make this story my own by incorporating my ideas and adding in some OC. As for the plane crash, I've had a bit of trouble with that. I hope it came out okay; I've been googling like crazy trying to figure out what happens during a plane crash. Nonetheless, I hope you liked it!
-Sai
