Never fight an inanimate object- P.J. O'Rourke

It was raining when Kagome died.

The streets were slick with water, and rivulets of the cold liquid poured down her neck, face and back as she began her walk back from the library.

As much as she hated Saturday studying, she had promised Hojo that she would go. He had spent the entire time attempting to flirt with her.

Kagome did actually need to study for her upcoming exam.

When she was finished her schooling, Kagome wanted to be a doctor, like her late grandmother.

Actually, it was her grandmother who had wanted it.

Kagome shielded her books with her chest and back.

"Stupid Kagome!" She scolded. "Forgetting your coat!"

She muttered several choice words under her breath, and looked both ways before crossing the street.

There was a loud screech.

Hojo stepped out of the library exactly ten minutes after Kagome had.

There were several people watching the intersection before the large dry building, shielding themselves with umbrellas.

Hojo darted out, tapping a woman on the shoulder.

"Excuse me," He smiled politely as she turned. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"I'm not sure myself, but that bus," She pointed to the vehicle parked to the side of the street. "Hit a young woman as she was crossing the street."

"How terrible." Hojo murmured.

A river of red flooded down the steel slope as the paramedics lifted the injured female into the back of the ambulance.

Hojo got a flash of black hair and then he turned, heading for his own home.

"Hello Highrashi residence. Mimi speaking." Souta glanced up as his mother answered the ringing phone.

'Ma'am, may I have a moment of your time?'

"Yes. May I ask who's calling?"

'My name is Muso, and I work at the hospital.'

"Okay."

'It may come across as sudden, ma'am, but your daughter, Kagome, is in the emergency unit.' He continued. 'Ive sent a police car down to your home to pick you and your son up, so you can join her here for her last moments.'

"Thank you." Mimi dropped the phone, and headed for the front door. "Souta, shoes."

The younger boy scurried for his sneakers, and then opened the door, following his mother into the rain as the police car stopped before their home.

-:-

"My name is Mimi Higurashi. My daughter was brought in not long ago."

The nurse nodded, smacking her gum and pointing her towards the emergency ward.

"Room one, on your right."