Kagome Higurashi stood quietly in an empty room. Purple walls and white carpet obsorbed the silence and echoed it back to her. She was standing in her bedroom. There were no pictures decorating the walls, no sturdy wooden desk to do her homework on. There wasn't even an unmade bed upon which she could sleep. This was for the pure and simple reason that she was moving. After a long talk her mother had told she and her brother, Sota that they would be moving. Kagome's grandfather ran and took residence at her family's shrine. As the title 'Grandfather' emplied, he was old and her mother feared that in the near future he would need more than just a helping hand to keep the Higurashi Shrine up and running. So, being the naturally kind and caring person that Kagome's mother was, she decided that it was best to move to a home that was considered more suitable for assisting her granfather.

She could by no means say that she wanted to move. She still believed with all of her heart that her grandfather was healthy as an ox and quite capable of caring for himself, but she would do it for her mother. Her mother cared for her family deeply, and that included those outisde of the emidiate family circle.

"Kagome?" Her mother called. "It's time to go, honey"

"Yes Mama!" she called back half-heartedly. If there was only some other way that she could help her grandfather, anything but what she was doing now.

At the sound of the engine of her mother's car roaring to life, she whiped her eyes and hurried out into the hall and out the front door. This house was no her house anymore. It was not her home. She was going to have a new house and a new home. Nothing could ever be as good as living in the house she was leaving, but just maybe she could be happy wherever they were going now. After all, it still in the same city. It wasn't as if she had to start every aspect of her life over.

The car ride, thankfully, was not long. The house was all the way on the other side of town, but that meant only a half an hour's drive. Kagome's little brother, Sota, sat quietly on the other side of the car staring out of the window. It surprised Kagome that he wasn't very upset about moving. He had some friends, but she suspected that they bullied him. Perhaps her brother's lack of a reaction brought meaning to her earlier specualtions?

While pondering these thoughts, Kagome felt the car suddenly stop. Without her knowing it, her family had arrived at their destination. With little interest, Kagome removed herself from the car and looked up at her new home. It was tall and white. It appeared very plain to her. There were no flowers in the garden, and the wood on the front door looked as if a stray cat had recently been using it as a scratching post.
"Kagome, what do you think?" Her mother asked excitedly as she placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"It's nice, Mama." Kagome said quietly. In all truth, she did not believe the house was nice. It looked like it needed work. The windows were old. From her point of view it looked as though someone looking out from the inside would not be able to see anything. The "white" paint of the house was peeling at a rapid pace, and weeds littered the yard here and there. The bushes in front of the porch looked as though they couldn't even be called bushes. There was just nothing quite right about this house. Everything seemed to be wrong with it, everything. She could not imagine what could have possesed her mother to purchase such a house as this. Sure, it was. indeed, close to her grandfather's shrine. It was probably as close as they could get without actually living with him.

"Kagome," she heard her mother call once more. "Why don't you and Sota go and pick out your new rooms. I'm sure you can find one that you like."

Nodding her silent approving and mumbling a hardly understandble, "Yeah" Kagome made her way up the steps leading to the house and pushed open the front door. It was unlocked. It surprised her a little bit. She assumed that her mother had unlocked the door when she wasn't paying attention. Discarding her thoughts, she walked blindly about the house, not focusing on a certain placeas a destination.

The living room was the room which the front door lead into to. There were windows on either side of the small wooden door. On the left living room wall were as set of sliding doors that she guessed lead to the kitchen. Fidning no interest there, she moved on to the room adjoining the living room. It seemed to be a miniature library. She smiled at this. She loved to read and on the shelves the room housed were a variety of different books. She couldn't imagine why the previous owner would have left all of their precious books behind when her or she had moved away. If they were going to leave something such as books, why leave the furniture as well? Surely the volumes lining the library shelves were more important than a cushion on which they could sit.

The library was very small, and unlike the living room, had wooden walls. It was a dark brown color, with the ocassional fleck of red. The room had one window which was located on the side of the house. The view was rather undesirable because the only thing one could see when looking forth from it was a giant hedge-bush that served as a fence between her house and the next.

A sudden noise from behind her startled Kagome out of her thoughts and she shied away from the window. There, standing almost flat against the wall opposite of her, was a boy. At least, Kagome thought it was a boy. It was hard for her to see him, but she was almost positive he was there. He looked to be almost invisible. It was like she could only see his outline, but that still wasn't quite it. He was...see through? Cautiously she reached her hand out to touch him, but, as always, a call from her mother interupted her. With a sideways glance to where she knew the boy still stood, she left the room.