Chapter 1:

Maybe it's Just Me

Amongst the hustle and bustle of the business central city, a small area resting just north of the sky-scraping downtown is where many famous and wealthy people can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the city park while shopping at high-end boutiques and eating at exquisite restaurants.

Amidst this section a string of restaurants sit lining the edge of the park on the Westside with a perfect view of the man made lake and sitting area with benches and a gazebo. At one of the restaurants, named Belia, a young woman of the age 22 sat at one of the outside tables with a yellow umbrella shading her fair skin.

Said girl was dressed causally in rolled up blue jean shorts showing off her amazingly long legs, with a heather-grey tank top covering ample breasts, and matching Converses on her feet. Her hair, however, was a different story. Her dark brown almost black hair lay loose and wavy down to the middle of her back. Her bangs were fluffed and touching the top of her eyebrows where underneath lay two sparkling deep ocean blue eyes. Between the eyes lay a button nose, and underneath lay a pair of plump limps. She wore no make-up, unless you count the raspberry Chap Stick, and her jewelry consisted of diamond stud earrings and a diamond charm bracelet.

As she sat at the stripped yellow and white clothed table waiting for her date, she began to fuddle with her small black clutch and cell phone. Losing focus on the world around her, she lost herself in deep thoughts that were beginning to bother her.

She should be happy, shouldn't she? She had everything that she could ever want and more. What with the great job, the fantastic friends, an ample apartment, and of course, the beyond perfect boyfriend. 'So why then,' Kagome Higurashi thought as she sat outside under the shaded table of the restaurant, 'why am I not happy . . . that I'm instead empty . . . feeling as if I am missing a piece of me . . . what is it?'

As she sat there watching all kinds of different people pass by her table, she began to study each one, wondering what their lives were like and if maybe, just maybe, someone out there feels just like her and could explain to her why she feels like this. But as she sat there, getting deeply lost in her thoughts, she failed to notice a pair of golden sunshine eyes watching her, studying her movements, and judging her life to be as perfect as her. Especially when he saw the good-enough looking male sit down with her and shower her with attention.

'Typical,' he thought as he got off the park bench across the sidewalk and directly to the left of the girl's table. 'It is only fitting that she is beautiful, rich, and has the 'perfect' boyfriend . . .she could never have anything out of place or something that doesn't belong. . . something like me.'

He changed his thoughts as he merged into the crowd, becoming just another face, even though his was a face of complete uniqueness and one that could not be ignored, what with his silver-blue hair that barely passed his waist, fluffy dog ears protruding out of the top of his head, and his golden yellow eyes. Yeah, he was a forgetful face.

As he continued to flow with the walking crowd, he passed by the girl's table. He turned his head to get a better look at her, and as he did, he could not help the single word that escaped his mouth ever so slightly. "Perfect . . ." he whispered. Quickly, so as not to draw attention to himself, he continued his path onward without a look back at the epitome of perfection that sat barely an arm's length away.

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She felt with all her being that someone was watching her, and very intently. Kagome, however, was unafraid of whoever was watching her, because, as crazy as it seems, she knew that somehow this person watching her would not harm her. In fact, she only felt very anxious because she knew this person was somehow judging her, as if someone of royalty would look upon a pheasant, and hoped that she looked presentable and decent enough for this person looking at her.

'What am I thinking about? I don't even know this person . . . heck they could be some serial killer for all I know,' Kagome thought to herself. 'But . . . I can tell that it's not that kind of person . . . somehow. Still, I should not let this person get to me like this! They don't know me so they are in the wrong mind to be making assumptions about me!' With a newfound strength, or just stubborn ability, she held her head up high and continued trying to put all her focus on what in the world Houjo was trying to say.

She was doing a good job of it too, finally putting input in on the conversation and clearing her cloudy mind. She took a small glimpse down at her leafy green salad and grimaced. 'I knew I should've order for myself. All I ever eat when I'm with Houjo is a bunch of healthy junk. How I long for a burger and fries . . . '

As she continued to dream of beefy patties and greasy fries, no longer listening to Houjo, she failed to notice the presence from before standing right next to her. Still lost in her thoughts, she faintly heard the whisper of the word "perfect" and felt the presence from before to her side. Crashing immediately back to Earth, she quickly turned her head to the left only to catch the faint glimpse of a head of silver hair fly by with two twitching triangles on top.

'Were those dog ears? What?! No way! That's it! Now I know I'm going crazy for sure!' Shaking her head of such thoughts, she forgot that a very important someone was sitting across from her, and was now asking if she was ok.

" . . -gome? Kagome? Hello? Earth to Kagome?" Houjo's concerned face pulled Kagome back to the present matter at hand.

"Houjo! Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to lose my head in the clouds," she gushed out in one breath.

He put on a bright smile, clasped her hand, and asked one more time if she was okay.

"I promise I'm okay. I guess the heat's just getting to me, ya know? Hehehe," she shot out nervously. "Don't worry, I'll be okay. I think I'm just going to cut this date short and head home for some cool air."

Gathering her purse and cell phone, she got out of her chair and moved towards Houjo to give him a quick hug and kiss. "I'll call you later, when I feel better."

He took her hand in his and laid a kiss upon her knuckles. "I'll be waiting till then," he said to her.

With a final wave good-bye, she headed off into the direction of the exit and then mingled amongst the crowd, trying to get home as quickly as possible with the thoughts of silver hair plauging her mind.

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So hello! This is my first story to make print. Just felt some creative juices flowing in me, so I decided to give this one try. Let me know what you think. Thanks.