DOUBLE TAKE

Ch.1 Its better to love and lost. . . .

AN: This is the first fanfic I've posted so please reveiw it. I plan on making 20 chapters or 40 chapters. I really and gonna work hard on this fanfic since its my first ... first inpressions count. I have a millon Ideas for this story and if I get enough reveiws when its finished I might make a sequel. TAAA!

I watched the surfers catch their last waves before the sun completely sets. This is the life. Never having to move place to place, always having time to make friends, and having time to fall in love with a local Italian boy. Sadly this wasn't the life I had.

I was always on the move with my mother and I never had time to do anything at all. I spent the longest time in Italy. It was beautiful and the air was so much cleaner than the air in New York, were she was last. New York was so dirty and full of guys who want to take advantage of you. In Italy everyone looks out for you. I wished she could stay in Italy. The little boot was the place for Kagome Higurashi.

My mother called to me as I was sitting on the dunes and I ignored her. She came to sit beside me, her face full of false sympathy. "Kagome I know you love it here but we have to leave. I have another gig in London again. Didn't you love London?" she asked. She was completely wrong. I hated London. All the other teenagers teased me. "I love Italy more. London sucked hairy, red baboon ass. And the guys here are so much cuter." I said still keeping my eyes fixated on the ocean.

My mother put her arms around me and said in her sweetest voice ever "Kagome, this band means everything to me. I know we travel around but if your father had picked you instead of Kikyo you would have never been to all these places." I looked deeper into the ocean. "Who had first choice?" I asked her. She frowned "Your father. He wanted a boy. I guess that Kikuyu looked a lot like a boy." I broke my gaze on the ocean and my eyes met with hers. We both burst out laughing. "I bet that she's really ugly now."

My mom was in a band and they were on a sort of perminate tour. My parents split a moth after my twin sister Kikyo and I were born. Everything was divided between them including my sister Kikyo. My mother says if she had first pick she still would have ended up with me because I was so pretty. I think she would have picked Kikyo just to spite my father. Who knows?

My mothers band is a christen rock band. They appeared in the pope's church. Obviously he was not there at the time. It would have been really cool if he were. I write most of their songs. They called me their good luck charm. The band was named after me. The K.H.Prayer. Its really neat having a band named after you.

Sadly it wasn't really neat having to be permanently on tour. It's a real drag. I don't even go to school. My mom hired a tutor who comes on tour with us. She is really nice and used to be a substitute teacher but she couldn't handle the number of students. My mom met her in a church.

My father is a lawyer, or so I've heard. For all I know he could be a government assassin. From what my mother has told me he represents the state of California in most of their "legal situations". Basically when the state fucks up bad. That would make Kikyo a Bevy H.B. That means a Beverly Hills Bitch. He lives in one house and its very large. He only placed Kikyo through moving once when they moved from L.A. to Cali. She had it easy.

My mom doesn't really talk much about Kikyo but she has told me she is the valedictorian of her junior year. I also heard that she has a steady boyfriend with the weirdest name. His name is Inu Yasha and they have been dating since grade eight. That's about three years. They seam pretty serious.

My mother doesn't like to talk about Kikyo. She fought so hard to have us both but the state sided with dad and let him have one of us. My mother also never wants me to write letters to anyone. She says that we don't need to involve ourselves with their fucked up lives and that we are perfectly fine.

We were walking towards our RV when Jake, the drummer started giving my mom signals that mean to hurry up. My mom shrugged her shoulders but when she hears a siren her eyes widened and I thought that her eyes would pop out of her head. She ruthlessly grabbed my arm and pulled me into the RV. When we drove away I asked her what was wrong. She weakly smiled at me and said "I hate when you get held up because of accidents. I wanna beat the traffic." I knew that was a lie because I looked back and three patrol cars were surrounding the motel room we just stayed in.

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I pressed my head against the window as we drove along the long road ahead. My mom noticed the confused look on my face and the looks that everyone else supported. To break the tension she turned on the radio. "Police were brought to the Farthen motel this evening. We are still on the search for the kidnapped Kagome hig-" My mom quickly turned the radio off. "Lets wait until we pass Italy." They said the kidnapped Kagome Hig and never finished. That could have been any Kagome. Could it?

I stared at the fields and trees we passed and they all looked like blurs at the speed we were traveling. This view made my head hurt so I had turned away. I couldn't help but wonder why my mom had been so panicky. I was thinking that maybe my mom had known something. Why had she turned off the radio?

My mom looked back at me and I saw how tiered she was. "Mom I'll take the wheel" I offered. She slowly came to a stop and we switched seats. We drove for another hour or so. Wile we drove I kept sneaking glances back at her until I was sure she was asleep. She was like a robot. How could some one who was so tiered one second be so awake the next?

It was a few days until we were in France. The place was absolutely astounding. I didn't get a chance to get close to the radio when my mother would not hear me so I could listen to it. She was a light sleeper when she was well rested and lately she was very tense but still unstirred. She seamed determined, but what was she determined about.

We were coming to a slow stop and we went out of the RV. Every one stretched their legs and got a breath of the air. "The air even tastes different here." Jake joked we all laughed even though it wasn't funny or meant to be a joke in the first place. We just all weren't used to the sound of voice since everyone was awkward and tense after the radio incident. No one wanted to talk about it especially me. I didn't see why it was such a big deal.

I walked into the station to buy a bag of chips and pop. The place was exceptionally clean. When I walled in the store there was a boy with long silverish hair at the counter arguing with the shopkeeper. He had the type of bad boy look with a leather jacket and a blue bandanna.

"Lays...LAYS. Do you carry the brand Lays." He shouted at the shopkeeper. The shopkeeper shook his head and said "No we don't sell blue jays. Try bird store for pet." The boy was frustrated. I decided to help the pathetic guy. I briskly strolled up to the counter. With my best French I explained what the boy wanted. "Ohhhh..." said the shopkeeper "No". I turned to the boy. " He doesn't carry the brand. "Thanks a lot for the chips.. not" he said to the shopkeeper and left. I was happy that he never said thank you to me because I didn't do anything wrong.

I bought some chips and they obviously weren't lays. When I went out to the RV there was Eri the bass player flirting with that silver haired chip boy. "Hey Eri" I said to interupt their conversation "is all the equipment intact in there, you should check." She glared at me and through clenched teeth she answered, "I already did" and she walked off in a huff. "Some ones persistent" the guy said. I was shocked and appalled. Actually he was sort of a sleaze and I was expecting that, I just like saying shocked and appalled. I walked off in the same manner as Eri had a few minutes earlier. I never thought I would have to see him again.

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We were on the road again faster than we were off. I was thinking of having a real home like Kikyo had. Maybe it would have a pool and a hose and a tier swing were I would cry after brake ups. There would be a blue door and blue curtains witch would be seen through the huge picture window. My room would be many shades of blue and all my school friends would come over. I would sneak in the attic and bring a few beanbag chairs so we would have places to sit when we would smoke pot. Despite the drugs I would get B's and A's. I would have the perfect boyfriend but we would still have our fights.

Kikyo never had to go place to place. Her life was probably being closer to that than mine was. I bet you if she knew me she would rub it in my face. That how Bevy H.B's are most of the time. They were real bitches. I met some who were on vacation in Berlin and I was passing through. I bet that boy was from Beverly Hills. He was a real jerk. Some people are nice and some are not.

There were a few farms the farther we got from the hustle and bustle of the city. The place was more peaceful. The air smelled like crap though. Literally. My mom was smiling softly to herself. I guess that the smell of hose shit brought her some good memories... or bad ones. The radio played boulevard of broken dreams from greenday. The song was at the top of the charts at the time.

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In a day or two we arrived in london. It was beautiful and there were so many flowers. The RV caught alot of attention but nne of us cared. My mom actually got the RV valet parked when we got to the hotel. The place looked like a old victoriaan mansion. Later on on the tour I took I found out it was. My eyes widened just as my mothers had when I first saw it. It was the most beautiful place I've ever stayed in.

We all walked up the marble front stepps. The door was at least 10 feet and was made of cherry wood. It had a sleak glze finish to it and that made it look wonderful. There were two small rectangular windows st the top of the doors and the windows were stained glass, mostly red. The lobby smelled of lilacs. The carpets were a light lavendet shade and there were many many china vases with lilacs filling them. The shandalire had real candles in them and the sofas were a lightly tinted perple with some lavender and ivory colored throw pillows.

My mom whent to the front desk to get out keys. On the front dest there was a china plate with one branch of lilacs placed on them. The walls were covored in many pictures of lilacs and some purple abstac portrats. I recognized one as a Georga Okife painting. The place was nice. Our room was color themed as well as all the rooms.

Or hotel rooms were in the tulip wing. The tulips were redish shade. The potrait in my room was a copy of a firmillar picasso with two people infront of a rose garden. The bed was queen sized and the duvet covor was a silky material. The bathroom had some colorless tulips in it and everything was wite mainly to prove how sanitair it was.

The first thing I did was collect the freebies like bottles of shampoo and lotions. The never ending soaps in redsand wites. The plate of soaps had at least eight soaps in varius shapes. There were three bottles of had cream and four bottles of shampoo. The room was beautiful. The veiw you could see was the atlantic ocean. The harbor was crouded with locals and tourists and many cute guys. You could see through the window and when you didn't want to you could draw the heavy drapes.

There were no elivators but the stairswere at the front of the hall way and were very grand, not lake most hotel stairs that were at the back and cold and shitty. They had a ret carpet coming all the way up and through tha hall. You felt like a celebrity walking the red carpet at the grammys. Than you, thank you I would like to acknowlage everyone.

In london my mom and her band did a few gigs. I stayed most of the time in my suit writing a song. It wasn't a cristian song so it wasn't for my mom's band. It was a meaningful song. This song ment alot and if I dedicated this song to anyone they would have to be really special to me. This wasn't any old song.

My mom peaked her head in my room. "I'm going to shop in the market, wanna come?" she asked me. I shook my head no. I wanted to work on my song. In a few minutes I hear a curdleing scream. The scream came from the stairs. I rushed out the double doors of my room to see what happened.

My mom was halfway down the stairs. The blood from her ankle were the bone stuck out would have stained the carpet if it were any other color. She had falled and we had to bring her to a hospital.

I waited with her till the hospital ambulance came and Jake came with her to the hospital in the ambulance because he was with her when she fell. The sirens flashed against the brick of the hotel and faded as the vehicle drove away. The rest of us arived in the large RV. We waited as the nuse came to answer us. " are you here to see Mrs. Hanasatu?" she asked us. I was about to say no but Eri kicked me.when the nuse looked at us strange Eri said she had slipped on the slippery floor and accidentaly kicked me. She's a really bad liar.

We went into the room that my mother was in. She looked sho angry whe she saw me. She wispered to Eri "you brought her along. The wil rcognize her. You dumbass". Things were getting weird.