AN: I thought of this story along time ago, and it is pretty long. It actually has a plot line, unlike a lot of fanfiction stories (most are usually more like soap operas, which I hate). Kagome changes a lot in this story, but this prologue basically tells you about her inner feelings and 'hopes' for the future...

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and co., hope to kidnap some in the future, though...


Security: Prologue

Sometimes I wonder if my life is just a nightmare and I will wake-up to find myself in a perfect home with all the family and friends and things I could ever wish for. Even if I had all that I know I would never be truly happy. That's all I want out of life happiness and security. Few people ever get that, unless they are just born lucky. I'm pretty sure I won't get it. Because I feel and know I was born cursed.

My dad died the week before my little brother, Souta, was born in a car accident. I was six at the time. After four years of financially struggling, my mother decided we had to move. We moved away to the only place I have ever called home, New York City, New York.

Sure, my Grandfather had openeduswith open arms to his shrine in Tokyo, Japan, but I missed my home. The only place I had ever felt even somewhat safe was with my friends...from the states. I made friends in Japan, but it wasn't the same, none of them knew of my father. I just couldn't open up about it.

Then on my sixteenth birthday, I came home to find out some of the worst news of my life. Oh, my sweet sixteenth was wonderful; my mother had died of a heart attack in her office during lunch. Ironically they know exactly when she died because she had been typing at the time, 12:43 PM exactly, three minutes after my father's death. She probably wouldn't have died if she would have chosen a better time to have a heart attack. Yes, I feel like my life is cursed.

And now only a week after my mom's funeral, I am leaving. My Grandfather and brother both say it is for the better; they say that I need a new start. But sadly I don't want one. Mostly because I am going home. As much as I want to go, like all the times I begged my mom to let me, even though we didn't have enough for even half an air ticket. I don't want to go. New York will bring back too many painful memories...of my dad, mom, and mostly just the feeling of a lost haven.

I always considered my home to be my protected haven, where even though I never felt completely safe; I did sometimes, and that is what counted. But now I know it won't be there, anymore...

I am on the plane and will be arriving in about ten minutes. I am going to be living with Sango's, my best friend's, family. I already know I don't have to tell them what happened, my family...or what is left of it already told all my old friends. I feel as if my one emotional shield is gone on that knowledge alone.

I know I should be exited or nervous or at least wondering how much everyone and everything has changed, but I don't care. I just don't.

TBC...


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