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Union

Chapter One - Umbrage

Umbrage- Offense or resentment

Translations:

Le vol 22 pour Tokyo embarque maintenant, le vol 22 pour Tokyo embarque maintenant. - The flight 22 for Tokyo embarks now, the flight 22 for Tokyo embarks now.

Pour l'amour d'un dieu! - For the love of God!

Nous débarquons maintenant à Tokyo, Japon. Attendez svp jusqu'à ce que l'avion vienne à un arrêt complet avant de se tenir. Merci des lignes aériennes de Français de vol. - We are now landing in Tokyo, Japan. Please wait until the plane comes to a complete stop before standing. Thank you for flying French Airlines.

"Le vol 22 pour Tokyo embarque maintenant, le vol 22 pour Tokyo embarque maintenant."

Blue eyes looked up from where they had been staring at a glass of wine, turning to the sign that showed oncoming and outgoing flights. Slowly, those blue eyes closed as she sighed deeply, attempting to relax her frazzled nerves. Once she was relatively calm, she quickly took out twenty Euros, paying the bartender and telling him to keep the change as she grabbed her purse and carry-on. Gold high heels hit the pavement loudly, mirroring her feelings.

The day her mother had told her she was returning to Japan, she had expected it to be a vacation. Not some camp where her Grandfather would show her what she had been "missing".

While Kagome Higurashi had grown up in the middle of Paris, she had the privilege of living like a modern day princess. Her father was the Japanese Ambassador in France and she had willingly moved to France at the age of five with her parents. Souta, her older brother by one year, who had grown up and was now at the age of eighteen, was currently at France's finest university, learning how to be a Foreign Language Interpreter. For a teenager, she felt fulfilled. She was a model, constantly in the pages of France's version of Vogue and on the televisions of France, trying to sell Chanel perfume or Chloé apparel. Why her parents were sending her to a shrine in the middle of Tokyo, she didn't know. One thing she was certain of, she was exceptionally glad she had Souta teach her what Japanese she had lost.

Gripping her carry-on as she handed a flight attendant her airplane ticket, Kagome gave a nervous smile. As soon as she was onboard the plane - taking a ten hour flight from her home to what would be her worst nightmare - she was going to put on her relaxation music and attempt to sleep the entire way; with the help of drugs of course.

Smiling at another attendant, Kagome muttered an excuse me in French as she walked towards her seat. Mother didn't even get a first class ticket, she thought angrily.

Attempting to put her small enough to fit inside carry-on into the cabinet above her seat, Kagome growled inhumanly, her patience waning. "Pour l'amour d'un dieu!" She whispered to herself as she pushed on the cabinet's door, closing it but only to have it open the moment she sat down. Deciding to ignore it, she snatched her iPod out of her purse along with her sleeping pills before downing two capsules after she had put on her headphones and turned to her relaxing music playlist.

When she awoke, she thought, she would be launched into hell and would begin counting the days till she would be able to return to France. Ten hours later, when she opened her eyes, she had been met with the sight of Tokyo, her head having angled itself towards the small window during her sleep.

Yawning with a hand to cover her mouth, Kagome took one head phone off with her other hand. Woke up just in time I guess, she thought as she looked back out the window. Clair de Lune was playing in her ear, the sound of the piano joining the scenery of Tokyo working well together as the plane landed softly.

"Nous avons sont maintenant atterrissage à Tokyo, Japon. Veuillez patienter jusqu'à ce que l'avion s'agit d'un arrêt complet avant de qualité pour agir. Je vous remercie ou de vol français Airlines."

Warm welcome.

Getting off the plane had to be the hardest thing Kagome had ever done in her life, she decided. Leaving something that belonged to French soil had Kagome near to tears.

Taking in a deep breath, she called upon memories of her grandfather, desperately trying to look for who would now be her guardian during her "hell camp". Looking around, she pulled around the cart the terminal had given her to help her carry all of her clothes, her carry-on sitting on top. When a sign in badly worded French caught her eye, she read it before biting her lower lip. There, jumping up and down in what looked like a yukata a shrine monk would wear, was her grandfather; a huge smile on his wrinkled face.

Cursing to herself as she walked towards him, she saw him drop the sign, quickly running towards her before bowing deeply, a huge smile on his wrinkled face. "Dear grandchild!" He yelled in Japanese.

Thanking Souta again, Kagome nodded before saying what she hoped was Japanese, "Hey, Grandpa. How are you?" Kissing both of his cheeks, she ignored the curious stares she got and hugged her Grandfather, receiving more stares. He seemed to have understood her and her mannerisms for he simply smiled dutifully as he pulled her towards the exit.

"I am so happy you came," Her Grandfather yelled happily as he began to walk in front of her. "When we get to the shrine, I'll show you to your room and then I'll make you a huge dinner!"

She followed grudgingly as she continued to tug around all her luggage, with no help from her Grandfather.

This… was officially… hell.

When they had arrived at the shrine she had expected it to be large and full of money. God apparently wanted her to suffer.

Glaring at the desk in front of her, Kagome clenched the sheets of what was now her twin sized bed in what was also her small bedroom. The closet she now owned couldn't fit all her clothes so she still had her luggage spew about the room, bursting with clothing, shoes, and her makeup.

Kagome took another glance around the small room before cursing. She couldn't do this; she needed air, she felt as if she was suffocating in what little space she now owned. Standing, she ran to the door of the room before running down the stairs. She ignored her Grandfather's curiosity and opened the front door, quickly relieving the house of her angered presence. She didn't know how far she went but when she looked up, she was in front of a tree. Panting, Kagome put her hands on her knees, wishing she had at least put on shoes before she had left the house.

A couple stars twinkled at her and she assumed it was God's way of telling her he was amused. "We'll see if you're laughing by the time I'm through with you." Another star glimmered in the nighttime sky, telling her he only laughed at her threat.

Walking over to a nearby bench, she sat down with a huff as she lifted her feet, trying to access the damage of her manicured toes. Danielle isn't going to like this, Kagome thought to herself, almost worried of what her agent would tell her when she arrived back in France.

"Ha…" Kagome sighed as she tilted her head back, eyes closed; she murmured in French, "The breeze feels great." Locks of ebony silk flowed behind her shoulder and down her back.

Unknowingly, the breeze carried her scent far off into the distance. Miles away, on a forest reservation, red eyes closed as a deep breath was taken in. A tongue outlined sharp fangs as a mouth began to salivate at the delicious smell.

"She has returned," the owner of the red eyes said. "She has come back to me… mate."

Decision made, the red eyed demon jumped off of his perch of a tall oak tree, rapidly making his way towards the delectable aroma.

Hope you liked it. Review, please.

I also have revised this and the cultural problems it had. It is now fixed.

-The Trembling Rose