Lost In Time
Chapter One
By Dark Arashi
This is my first public fanfic! Yay!! dances Okay, please don't flame me. Constructive criticism is okay, but anything angrier...waves around her katana That's right. I'll go crying to my friend Fallen-Seraphan-Gunslinge.
Kagome fidgeted in her seat; drumming her fingers on the desktop and glancing at the clock. Why was today taking so long? Kagome thought, glaring at the clock, willing it to move.
"Miss Higurashi!"
Kagome's head whipped around. "What exactly should I do to get and keep your attention during this class?" Kagome gazed at her frustrated algebra teacher in mild amusement. "What do you find so funny about this? Your future is at stake!"
She smiled a little at Mrs. Kani, and scribbled some work down onto her paper.
"Your sister Kikyo never gave me half as much trouble as you're giving me now." Kagome's smile faded. Why did people always insist on shoving Kikyo down her throat? As if she didn't get enough of that at home.
Kagome Higurashi played idly with the tasseled border of a throw pillow she held captive in her lap, warily studying the man who studied her in turn.
"Let's talk about your day, Kagome." Dr. Cho asked, pencil poised above his notepad and ready to write down anything of importance. "Did you have any kind of problems at school?"
"Today was fine. Just peachy." Kagome tugged at the tassels.
Dr. Cho set the notepad down on his lap. "I can't help you if you keep shutting me out." He settled back in the chair, and ran a hand through his brown hair.
Dr. Cho didn't really look like a psychiatrist; that was what Kagome liked about him. He had longish brown hair and green eyes; he always wore jeans and t-shirts to work; his tongue was pierced; and he had letters tattooed across his knuckles that spelled "PORN STAR" when he put his fists together.
Right now, Kagome couldn't help staring at those tattoos, whose message was clear by the way he held his hands. Dr. Cho followed the direction of her gaze.
"Don't let my professional exterior fool you. I got tanked quite a few times back in college. This is just one of my college keepsakes." He smiled.
"How is the medication working?" Serious again. Damn, thought Kagome. Circular thinking at it's finest.
"How should I know? Half the time, I'm so high off that crap you prescribe me that I probably couldn't tell you my own name, much less how they're working." Kagome noted with some satisfaction that Dr. Cho winced. That meant she might finally have gotten through.
"The medication is what keeps you... you at night." Oooh. Shot down. Kagome didn't like the meds that she was forced to take, but maybe it would count for something in the long run.
"Why don't we try that whole 'facing your demons' thing again?" Kagome asked hopefully. Once, they had taken her off her meds for a full week as an experiment. Once.
"No way. You remember how that turned out, don't you?" Kagome's eyes fell unbidden to the silver scars across the insides of her wrists; quickly, she jerked her eyes away.
"It won't turn out like that again." Kagome said, staring down a row of books on the far wall.
Dr. Cho lifted an eyebrow, unconvinced. "That's right. Because we aren't going to try that again, are we? So, it doesn't really matter, does it." Not a question. A statement.
Kagome scowled at him; Dr. Cho stared back innocently. "I think we made some real progress today."
He cheerfully pushed her out the door, with a sunny "See you tomorrow" look, and then the door snapped shut.
Kagome scowled flaming lasers of doom at the guiltless door. "Damn." Her mother wasn't here. Her sister wasn't here. Her brother wasn't here. That meant she'd been forgotten again.
No spare change for a bus ride, either. Thankfully she'd worn her comfortable old All-Stars. And if the weather held... Thunder rattled the windowpanes.
"Double damn."
By the time the door shut behind her, she was soaked through. Empty faced, Kagome walked the ten or so miles from the business district to her sister Kikyo's apartment.
A man in boxer shorts answered. "I'm looking for Kikyo." The man glanced back inside and stepped away.
Kikyo, clad in a bathrobe, appeared. She whispered a few words to the man, which – if his boxers didn't lie – were quite wicked, and kissed the man open-mouthed.
When the man was gone, Kikyo's sugary exterior melted away as she turned to her bedraggled little sister. "What do you want?" She asked, a nasty emphasis on the 'you.'
"I need to use the phone to call for a ride."
Kikyo thought about it. "No." The door slammed forcefully in Kagome's face.
Blank faced again, Kagome walked for another half an hour through winding traffic clogged streets.
Relieved to be home once again, Kagome reached for the doorknob, only to have the door jerked open before she could touch it. Her relief disappeared as a sharp voice shrieked ", Where the hell have you been?"
Today just wasn't her day.
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