A/N: Yeah well, I got fed up with Hojo being described as a pervert/moron/psycho/whatever/
PS: If you are a Hojo hater, then this was mean to be provocative.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story except the idea.
Growing up, my life was what people called perfect. Rich beautiful parents; an only child.
Personally, I would have called it too perfect.
In our overly large house, I felt like I was in a fairy tale, of a prince awaiting a princess to love me for who I was and not for my money.
And then, she arrived into my life. Her name: Kagome, Kagome Higurashi.
She was beautiful. She seemed to like me and her friends (luckily) approved. But then she started disappearing for days, even weeks at a time. And when she came back, she seemed preoccupied with something… or someone.
When I inquired about her absences, she told me she was sick; a different illness for each absence or perhaps a relapse. And when I gave her various oddities to make her feel better, she would accept them with a hesitant smile and guilty look in her eyes. That's when I knew.
Kagome Higurashi, my beautiful princess was in love with someone else.
I couldn't stand the sight of her, or the rumors circulating about her short-tempered, possessive and undeniably handsome boyfriend. And when she was ill again, I didn't even feel worry; only anger.
Eventually, I got over the anger but not the sense of loss of my beautiful princess.
At graduation, sitting with her mother, grandfather and little brother, was a tall, silver-haired, young man with a strange set of red clothes, a baseball cap and huge approving smile on his face: the boyfriend. And then, as I looked at Kagome, as her eyes alit on the boyfriend, I saw a huge smile of joy light up her face. A smile that made her truly look like… well, like a fairy princess, from a fairy tale. And that her boyfriend, with his one approving smile had become the prince that wins the beautiful princess from the glass tower of loneliness. For me, it was a given that they would end up living happily ever after.
And one thought, one thought kept repeating through my head, while I received my diploma, while pictures were took, while my parents hugged me and told me how proud they were. One thought.
If life is a fairy tale, where's my happy ending?