Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Ms. Takahashi has that honor and if I had
any money at all, I would try and convince her to sell it to me.
Ch. 1
Kagome sighed inwardly, as she bobbed her head to the beat of 'Sandstorm' currently playing on her CD player. 'Why do I have to go along with Mom to Jii-chan's to pick up Souta? She could have gone alone. It's not fair...' She thought.
Kagome was a typical rebellious 19 year old girl. The last thing on Earth she wanted to do was to be stuck in the backseat of her mother's car on a perfectly good Saturday afternoon. She wanted to go to the mall with her friends, but noooo, she had to go along to pick up her annoying 13 year old brother, who spent the night at her insane grandfather's shrine.
Sighing again, she propped her feet on the armrests in front of her, earning her a warning glance from her mother, who promptly knocked her feet back onto the floor. Scowling at her mother, Kagome took off one of the earpieces. "Why did I have to come?" She whined, asking the question that had been nagging her all morning.
"Because." Her mother responded. Typical mom response...
"Because why?" Kagome whined again.
"Because Jii-chan hasn't seen you in a while, and he asked me to bring you. That's why." Another typical mom response.
"Whatever." Kagome mumbled, putting her earpiece back on. Bored out of her mind, she switched the song to 'The Bongo Song' and stared out her window at the Japanese countryside that flew by the window. They were the only ones on this particular road, minus the black pickup yards behind them. Getting an idea, Kagome unbuckled her seatbelt, dug around in her backpack for her sketch book and a pencil, and flipped in her seat so she could draw the truck through the back window. Ignoring her mother's cry of irritation, she sketched the following truck down to every detail, including the outline of the driver through the tinted windows and the vehicle's license plate number. She always had an eye for detail. Her mom said it came from her deceased father's artistic talents. She remembered listening to her mom tell countless stories about how she and her father had met when he asked to sketch the 'pretty lady's' portrait. Getting lost in the memory, Kagome didn't expect her mother to slam on the brakes, only for a second, sending Kagome tumbling backwards onto the floor.
"MOM!" Kagome yelled, ripping off her headphones, disheveled and severely pissed off.
"I warned you, Kagome Higurashi." Her mother sighed, exhausted from her daughter's stubbornness. Another trait she had picked up from her father.
"Yeah well, I couldn't hear you! And don't you think that was a little extreme?!?" Kagome growled. She began fuming again as she saw her mother smirk in the rearview mirror.
"No." Yet another typical mom response.
They were too distracted, arguing with each other that they didn't notice the truck until after the gunshot and their left front tire blew up.
Her mother yelped as the smaller car swerved left, doing a 360 before coming completely to a stop. Clutching their seats for dear life, they watched a tall man wearing all black emerge from the truck stopped in front of them on the road.
"Get down." Kagome's mom whispered as the unknown man raised a semiautomatic, level to the car. Kagome didn't move, frozen half by terror, half by fascination as she memorized the man's physique.
"Get DOWN!" Her mother screamed as a shot shattered the windshield and embedded itself in the passenger seat, cloth and padding flying outward.
Kagome sat there, watching as her mother ducked down as far as she could in her seat, still frozen, until another two shots sounded and Kagome felt a searing pain on her right temple and in her left shoulder. She screamed, and fell to the floor as more shots sounded. She held motionless until the sounds stopped, all but the sound of her sobbing, and the pain and darkness over took her.
A.N.: Yes, Kagome is being awfully OOC. It's relevant to the plot.
Ch. 1
Kagome sighed inwardly, as she bobbed her head to the beat of 'Sandstorm' currently playing on her CD player. 'Why do I have to go along with Mom to Jii-chan's to pick up Souta? She could have gone alone. It's not fair...' She thought.
Kagome was a typical rebellious 19 year old girl. The last thing on Earth she wanted to do was to be stuck in the backseat of her mother's car on a perfectly good Saturday afternoon. She wanted to go to the mall with her friends, but noooo, she had to go along to pick up her annoying 13 year old brother, who spent the night at her insane grandfather's shrine.
Sighing again, she propped her feet on the armrests in front of her, earning her a warning glance from her mother, who promptly knocked her feet back onto the floor. Scowling at her mother, Kagome took off one of the earpieces. "Why did I have to come?" She whined, asking the question that had been nagging her all morning.
"Because." Her mother responded. Typical mom response...
"Because why?" Kagome whined again.
"Because Jii-chan hasn't seen you in a while, and he asked me to bring you. That's why." Another typical mom response.
"Whatever." Kagome mumbled, putting her earpiece back on. Bored out of her mind, she switched the song to 'The Bongo Song' and stared out her window at the Japanese countryside that flew by the window. They were the only ones on this particular road, minus the black pickup yards behind them. Getting an idea, Kagome unbuckled her seatbelt, dug around in her backpack for her sketch book and a pencil, and flipped in her seat so she could draw the truck through the back window. Ignoring her mother's cry of irritation, she sketched the following truck down to every detail, including the outline of the driver through the tinted windows and the vehicle's license plate number. She always had an eye for detail. Her mom said it came from her deceased father's artistic talents. She remembered listening to her mom tell countless stories about how she and her father had met when he asked to sketch the 'pretty lady's' portrait. Getting lost in the memory, Kagome didn't expect her mother to slam on the brakes, only for a second, sending Kagome tumbling backwards onto the floor.
"MOM!" Kagome yelled, ripping off her headphones, disheveled and severely pissed off.
"I warned you, Kagome Higurashi." Her mother sighed, exhausted from her daughter's stubbornness. Another trait she had picked up from her father.
"Yeah well, I couldn't hear you! And don't you think that was a little extreme?!?" Kagome growled. She began fuming again as she saw her mother smirk in the rearview mirror.
"No." Yet another typical mom response.
They were too distracted, arguing with each other that they didn't notice the truck until after the gunshot and their left front tire blew up.
Her mother yelped as the smaller car swerved left, doing a 360 before coming completely to a stop. Clutching their seats for dear life, they watched a tall man wearing all black emerge from the truck stopped in front of them on the road.
"Get down." Kagome's mom whispered as the unknown man raised a semiautomatic, level to the car. Kagome didn't move, frozen half by terror, half by fascination as she memorized the man's physique.
"Get DOWN!" Her mother screamed as a shot shattered the windshield and embedded itself in the passenger seat, cloth and padding flying outward.
Kagome sat there, watching as her mother ducked down as far as she could in her seat, still frozen, until another two shots sounded and Kagome felt a searing pain on her right temple and in her left shoulder. She screamed, and fell to the floor as more shots sounded. She held motionless until the sounds stopped, all but the sound of her sobbing, and the pain and darkness over took her.
A.N.: Yes, Kagome is being awfully OOC. It's relevant to the plot.
