Disclaimer: So, I don't own our favorite Hanyou...but I wish I
did...although...if I had the choice...I think I'd take Sesshy over Inu...*sighs
dreamily*
Even over the music of her mp3 player, she could still hear the roar of the airplane engines. She was so sick of being on a plane. She knew before she got on the plane that it would be the longest trip she had ever taken, but she didn't know that she'd get airsick.
"Attention passengers, the captain will soon be turning on the seatbelt sign to indicate our decent into Los Angeles, California. Current weather conditions are 76 degrees and partly cloudy. If you are transferring to another flight from here, please check with the attendant at the desk when we arrive to find out the gate of your next departure. I want to thank you on behalf of our crew for choosing to fly Continental and hope that you will choose us again for your transportation needs."
Inwardly, she groaned. She had already been on a plane for almost an entire day. She had heard that Tokyo to Los Angeles was one of the longest flights on the planet, and she hoped that it was. She couldn't imagine sitting on a plane for much longer than she had been already. She tired to think of the businessmen who flew in and out of her former home everyday and the thought of making this kind of trip on a regular basis made her stomach turn. She decided to think of something else instead. She looked out the window, but all she could see was clouds; they were still too high up to see the ground yet. She could see her reflection, too.
She eyed her reflection in the window. She had tied her long dark hair back into a ponytail before she had left home that morning, but now it was starting to fall. She reached into her carry-on bag that was sitting at her feet and pulled out her hairbrush and a hand mirror. Then using what little room she had, she pulled the hair-tie out of her hair and attempt to brush out her long ebony locks. She had thought about getting them cut before she left for college. Short hair was supposed to be all the rage in America this year, but she couldn't bring herself to do it after she'd worked so hard to get it as long as it was. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her aqua eyes staring back at her. She made a face and closed the compact. She normally prided herself on looking good at all times. But she didn't think anyone would blame her after her trip.
'Only one more flight after this one, Kagome. You're almost to your new home.' She thought to herself.
After eleven hours on the plane already, the last 45 minutes or so felt like nothing to her. She just sat back and tried to sleep. Finally the plane landed. She grabbed her backpack, threw it over her shoulders and left the plane. After she got off the plane, she went to the desk, found her new departure time and gate and soon she was back to being thousands of feet in the air - once again counting down the minutes until she would have both feet on the ground again.
'Why, oh why, did I have to choose a school so far away...?' She kept thinking throughout the entire flight. But as her second plane started it's descent into O'Hare airport, she glanced out the window and saw the Chicago skyline. 'Oh, that's why...' She couldn't help thinking.
From the airport, it was nothing else but a short taxi ride to Evanston, IL and she was finally in her new home. 'Northwestern University, here I am!' Kagome thought as she entered her dorm.
As she walked in she looked around and saw a variety of people standing in the lobby of the dorm. Most looked pretty ordinary, but long white hair caught her eyes from near the door as she walked.
"Inu..." She began, but she was watching the man so intently that she completely forgot to look where she was going, and walked right into someone.
"Unf!" She said, and took a step backwards to attempt to regain her balance. But her bags threw her off and before she realized what was happening, she was sitting on the floor, one bag on one side, her backpack behind her. "Oh! Ouch!"
She looked up to see what, or who, she had run into and looked straight into large green eyes. It took her a second to pull her eyes away, and look at the rest of the face of the boy she had just collided with. Short black hair, green eyes, pale skin, tall, thin, but not too thin...Kagome started summing up the boy with short phrases in her head.
"Um, you should really watch where you're going, particularly in a room like this one. There are always people walking around." The boy said his voice easy and smooth.
"Uh huh..." Kagome nodded absentmindedly, still taken aback by the boy's appearance. He was wearing a green polo shirt with white and blue stripes across the chest. It just seemed to make his eyes even greener.
"Here, let me help you up." He said, and extended a hand to Kagome. "I'm Mitchell, by the way. You are?"
"Oh! I'm Kagome." While she said that, Kagome flashed him one of her best smiles. "Sorry, I just got off a plane, so I'm a little out of it." It sounded plausible. Besides, she couldn't really explain to a stranger that she was distracted by a guy who looked like her half-demon ex-boyfriend. She was she that was the best way to make new friends.
"Oh, that's ok! Do you want help with your bags? I can take one of them for you if you'd like. Do you know where your room is?" The boy gave Kagome a sideways glance. She could tell her was checking her out, but didn't want to be obvious about it. She smiled her to herself. Maybe coming all the way to Chicago would be better than she thought.
"Um, yeah. It's in my notebook in my backpack. Here, if you can take this one, I'll get it out and look." Kagome said, and she handed Mitchell the duffel bag from over her left shoulder.
"Unf!" Mitchell groaned as he took the bag from her. "What have you got in this thing, bricks?" He asked her, grinning.
Kagome looked at him apologetically. "Oh! I'm sorry, is it really that heavy? I've been carrying it so long that I don't even notice anymore..." She lied easily, but thought to herself 'I guess after carrying around heavy bags so often in the feudal era, I don't even notice anymore...'
"Don't worry about it, it's not so bad once you get used to it." Mitchell responded.
As they spoke, Kagome pulled her arm out of one shoulder of her backpack and pulled it around to the front of her. Then she pulled out a notebook and opened it to the front page. "It says that I'm on the 3rd floor. Room 309." She read.
"That's not too bad - taking the stairs when the elevator breaks won't even kill you." He said, grinning again. "But I think we should take the elevator this time, anyway. Do you have anything else?"
"I don't think so. Most of the rest of my stuff is being shipped here." Kagome responded.
"Cool. Where are you from?" He asked as he pressed the elevator button.
"Oh, I'm moving here from Japan. I lived in a suburb of Tokyo." She replied, and as she did the elevator dinged and they stepped in. Mitchell pressed the button for the third floor, and the doors closed.
"Wow! That's awesome! I'm from Boston. What's it like in Japan? I've always wanted to visit, but never could." Mitchell continued to question Kagome and they chatted easily for the rest of the elevator ride. He then helped her get her stuff to her room and left her his room number and telephone number "...in case you ever need anything," he had said.
Kagome walked into her new room and looked around. Her roommate wasn't there yet, and neither was any of her stuff. She groaned inwardly. She was glad she had packed her sheets and a couple changes of clothes into the duffel bag. She went to work putting away her stuff and making her bed.
Once all the stuff she had brought was put away, her bed was made, and she was in fresh clothes, with her hair brushed and put up in a nice ponytail, she decided that it was time to explore the campus a bit.
She walked to the elevator, pressed the button and waited for it to arrive. When it got there, she stepped in and pressed 'L' for lobby, then waited for the door to shut. Just as the doors were shutting, she saw a glimpse of someone as the walked by, someone with long white hair... She did a double- take. Did she just see him again?
A/N: So this is just for fun, I was listening to music today and was inspired by a story idea. Hope you like it. R/R.
Even over the music of her mp3 player, she could still hear the roar of the airplane engines. She was so sick of being on a plane. She knew before she got on the plane that it would be the longest trip she had ever taken, but she didn't know that she'd get airsick.
"Attention passengers, the captain will soon be turning on the seatbelt sign to indicate our decent into Los Angeles, California. Current weather conditions are 76 degrees and partly cloudy. If you are transferring to another flight from here, please check with the attendant at the desk when we arrive to find out the gate of your next departure. I want to thank you on behalf of our crew for choosing to fly Continental and hope that you will choose us again for your transportation needs."
Inwardly, she groaned. She had already been on a plane for almost an entire day. She had heard that Tokyo to Los Angeles was one of the longest flights on the planet, and she hoped that it was. She couldn't imagine sitting on a plane for much longer than she had been already. She tired to think of the businessmen who flew in and out of her former home everyday and the thought of making this kind of trip on a regular basis made her stomach turn. She decided to think of something else instead. She looked out the window, but all she could see was clouds; they were still too high up to see the ground yet. She could see her reflection, too.
She eyed her reflection in the window. She had tied her long dark hair back into a ponytail before she had left home that morning, but now it was starting to fall. She reached into her carry-on bag that was sitting at her feet and pulled out her hairbrush and a hand mirror. Then using what little room she had, she pulled the hair-tie out of her hair and attempt to brush out her long ebony locks. She had thought about getting them cut before she left for college. Short hair was supposed to be all the rage in America this year, but she couldn't bring herself to do it after she'd worked so hard to get it as long as it was. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her aqua eyes staring back at her. She made a face and closed the compact. She normally prided herself on looking good at all times. But she didn't think anyone would blame her after her trip.
'Only one more flight after this one, Kagome. You're almost to your new home.' She thought to herself.
After eleven hours on the plane already, the last 45 minutes or so felt like nothing to her. She just sat back and tried to sleep. Finally the plane landed. She grabbed her backpack, threw it over her shoulders and left the plane. After she got off the plane, she went to the desk, found her new departure time and gate and soon she was back to being thousands of feet in the air - once again counting down the minutes until she would have both feet on the ground again.
'Why, oh why, did I have to choose a school so far away...?' She kept thinking throughout the entire flight. But as her second plane started it's descent into O'Hare airport, she glanced out the window and saw the Chicago skyline. 'Oh, that's why...' She couldn't help thinking.
From the airport, it was nothing else but a short taxi ride to Evanston, IL and she was finally in her new home. 'Northwestern University, here I am!' Kagome thought as she entered her dorm.
As she walked in she looked around and saw a variety of people standing in the lobby of the dorm. Most looked pretty ordinary, but long white hair caught her eyes from near the door as she walked.
"Inu..." She began, but she was watching the man so intently that she completely forgot to look where she was going, and walked right into someone.
"Unf!" She said, and took a step backwards to attempt to regain her balance. But her bags threw her off and before she realized what was happening, she was sitting on the floor, one bag on one side, her backpack behind her. "Oh! Ouch!"
She looked up to see what, or who, she had run into and looked straight into large green eyes. It took her a second to pull her eyes away, and look at the rest of the face of the boy she had just collided with. Short black hair, green eyes, pale skin, tall, thin, but not too thin...Kagome started summing up the boy with short phrases in her head.
"Um, you should really watch where you're going, particularly in a room like this one. There are always people walking around." The boy said his voice easy and smooth.
"Uh huh..." Kagome nodded absentmindedly, still taken aback by the boy's appearance. He was wearing a green polo shirt with white and blue stripes across the chest. It just seemed to make his eyes even greener.
"Here, let me help you up." He said, and extended a hand to Kagome. "I'm Mitchell, by the way. You are?"
"Oh! I'm Kagome." While she said that, Kagome flashed him one of her best smiles. "Sorry, I just got off a plane, so I'm a little out of it." It sounded plausible. Besides, she couldn't really explain to a stranger that she was distracted by a guy who looked like her half-demon ex-boyfriend. She was she that was the best way to make new friends.
"Oh, that's ok! Do you want help with your bags? I can take one of them for you if you'd like. Do you know where your room is?" The boy gave Kagome a sideways glance. She could tell her was checking her out, but didn't want to be obvious about it. She smiled her to herself. Maybe coming all the way to Chicago would be better than she thought.
"Um, yeah. It's in my notebook in my backpack. Here, if you can take this one, I'll get it out and look." Kagome said, and she handed Mitchell the duffel bag from over her left shoulder.
"Unf!" Mitchell groaned as he took the bag from her. "What have you got in this thing, bricks?" He asked her, grinning.
Kagome looked at him apologetically. "Oh! I'm sorry, is it really that heavy? I've been carrying it so long that I don't even notice anymore..." She lied easily, but thought to herself 'I guess after carrying around heavy bags so often in the feudal era, I don't even notice anymore...'
"Don't worry about it, it's not so bad once you get used to it." Mitchell responded.
As they spoke, Kagome pulled her arm out of one shoulder of her backpack and pulled it around to the front of her. Then she pulled out a notebook and opened it to the front page. "It says that I'm on the 3rd floor. Room 309." She read.
"That's not too bad - taking the stairs when the elevator breaks won't even kill you." He said, grinning again. "But I think we should take the elevator this time, anyway. Do you have anything else?"
"I don't think so. Most of the rest of my stuff is being shipped here." Kagome responded.
"Cool. Where are you from?" He asked as he pressed the elevator button.
"Oh, I'm moving here from Japan. I lived in a suburb of Tokyo." She replied, and as she did the elevator dinged and they stepped in. Mitchell pressed the button for the third floor, and the doors closed.
"Wow! That's awesome! I'm from Boston. What's it like in Japan? I've always wanted to visit, but never could." Mitchell continued to question Kagome and they chatted easily for the rest of the elevator ride. He then helped her get her stuff to her room and left her his room number and telephone number "...in case you ever need anything," he had said.
Kagome walked into her new room and looked around. Her roommate wasn't there yet, and neither was any of her stuff. She groaned inwardly. She was glad she had packed her sheets and a couple changes of clothes into the duffel bag. She went to work putting away her stuff and making her bed.
Once all the stuff she had brought was put away, her bed was made, and she was in fresh clothes, with her hair brushed and put up in a nice ponytail, she decided that it was time to explore the campus a bit.
She walked to the elevator, pressed the button and waited for it to arrive. When it got there, she stepped in and pressed 'L' for lobby, then waited for the door to shut. Just as the doors were shutting, she saw a glimpse of someone as the walked by, someone with long white hair... She did a double- take. Did she just see him again?
A/N: So this is just for fun, I was listening to music today and was inspired by a story idea. Hope you like it. R/R.
