1Kt: I know this is just another story that I have come up with, but, no just no. I don't really have anything to say to you people just, no. So this is just a story that I needed to do, just to get it off my chest (perverts!) Anyway, yeah just another Sesshy and Kagome fic. That's pretty much all it is, so I won't even bother with the 'Behind the Seance' today at least. And that's all I want to say.
Chapter 1: Getting situated
England, noon. . .
"Kagome, this is not a time for you to be all prissy! I need you to do this shoot, and I need you to do it now!" Sophie yelled. Sophie Devon, was a tall, woman, blue eyes, ivory skin, and ruby red lips, your ordinary blond, without the brainless mind, and was only 38 years old. Sophie is a top notch instructor, and manager, bottom line is that she is very good, and everyone wanted her. But she didn't come easy, nor did she come cheap. She was and is the best of the best, you could not get her, unless she can to you. She was pushing her young postiche, to be able to get to one of her shooting on time, for once.
Kagome was looking at herself in the mirror, not really wanting to go anywhere. But what chose did she have, she need to be able to work. This was her passion, her life, her job.
Black ebony waves flowed down her back reaching her mid spine. She had piercing stormy gray-blue eyes, that always seemed to be half empty. The 23 year old rarely smiled, and when she did it was a ghost smile, but just enough to seem real. Kagome gave off this mysterious atmosphere that drew men to her like a flock of seagulls.
Finally, getting up, Kagome walked to her door of her apartment, her instructor and manager following behind. Kagome had a comfortable size apartment. When entering the home, you could see the living room, and walking past that, the kitchen. Upon entering the living room, you would have a view of the moving town below. To the right would be the two bedrooms two bathrooms. Both being separated by a wall a few inches wide. On the left would be another bathroom, close to the kitchen, that contained the washing machine and dryer.
Walking out of the doorway, Kagome waited for Sophie to exit, them closing and locking the door. The last thing she needed was to get robbed by someone. They walked to the elivator, entered, and waited patiently for the double doors to close.
"Where exactly do you want me to be working at?" Kagome was the first to speak.
"New York, New York. Do you think you will have a problem with it?" Sophie asked, forgetting all about the shoot they were late to already, and moving onto a new topic.
"No." Kagome replied being as monotone as ever.
When Kagome became a model she promised herself that she wouldn't get hurt again, she wasn't going to let other people see what she felt. They would only hurt her some more.
"Who will I be working with?" Kagome asked, not bothering to look at Sophie. Sophie turned her head, and looked at the two closed doors. She didn't know how Kagome would react. For Kagome was a very popular model, one of the best at that, but not a lot of people like her. Maybe it was because, she was good, she had money, was popular with the jobs and with the male population, or that they didn't like her attitude. But all around, Kagome was just someone who made everything she did seem easy, when in reality it wasn't, she was talented at what she did and other things, and this was something that woman, along with the occasional male, would be jealous of. Kagome is what some would call perfect.The perfect woman.
"You will be working with Sango Taijiya, Kagura Suzuka, and Kikyo Shinidama, the four other are newbe's."
"In other words, they are not worth your time to look up. Am I right?" Kagome stated, she could always tell when a person was either lying or avoiding the subject. Just then the double steel doors, that had locked them in, opened. Kagome and Sophie walked out. They didn't have to wait for a car, just got in and drove out.
Two of the top woman, drove away to the shooting, and then to a new country.
April 22nd, 3: 46 pm. England.
Kagome was getting the last of her things, she didn't really have much to pack, because their was already people who would take all of her artwork, and any furniture left behind. She only have to get her cloths, make-up, pots and pans, and anything else that wasn't needing a fragile sign on it.
Kagome, sighed, this was the last time she was going to be in this apartment. Not that she had every good memories in it, but the thought of moving again was tiring. Before Kagome could go into a all-in-all depression mode, the phone rang.
Ring, ring. . . ring, ring. . . ring, ring. . . this process was repeated a few more times.
Kagome walked over to where her cell phone was, she picked up the slick black Razor, and flipped it open with the flick of her wrist.
"Hello."
"Kagome, dear, it's your mother. How are you? I've heard that your moving again, and to where might I ask?"
Kagome's voice changed to a gentle, kind, and caring tone. "Hello, mother. I'm fine, and yes. I'm moving again, but your not getting the location from me, or anyone else. Sophie is the only one who knows, and you know that woman can be as stubborn as a mule. I want it to be a surprise, for both you and Souta."
"But Kagome, you don't have to, you can just save yourself the trouble." Ms. Higurashi said, knowing full well that Kagome was planning on flying both her and her brother, Souta to where ever she now lived, to see her, for about two weeks, she's done this a few times now, and every time it has been amazing.
Mitoku Higurashi has raised two children on her own. Their father, Yasashiku Higurashi had died in a car accident with the driver being drunk. Kagome was ten and Souta was just born. At first Mitoku didn't know what she was going to do, or how, she had two growing children, and her elderly father to take care of, Gin Higurashi. They were in debt a few times, but always were able to get out of it, then when Kagome was 17 year old she had gotten a modeling job, and that was the beginning of her career. Souta still being a child, didn't fallow, but had gotten better benefits for themselves, because of Kagome's achievements.
"Mom, I have to go, I'm getting on the plane in a hour, and I can't be late this time. I'll call you as soon as I land, if you want."
"No, call me when you get to your new apartment. I'll talk to you latter, sweaty. Take care, and be careful. I love you."
"I love you too, mom."
With that Kagome hung up, and left for the airport. She left all her luggage, and bags, in the apartment. An empty life now invades the once lavished home.
"How was your flight?" Sophie's voice could be heard on the other side of the telephone line.
"It was. . . bearable. So to speak." Kagome replied. She had been in the cab that drove her to her new apartment, and was now standing at it's feet. It was a giant building, that was covered in what looked like a gray metal sheet. Without thinking much of it, Kagome walked through the spinning doors, she asked where apartment 34D was. The receptionist replied that it was on the 5th floor of the building, the building it self held 7 different floors, all of which were pretty enormous.
Deciding to take the elevator, Kagome pressed the 5th button from the top. Kagome was happy that there was no sappy elevator music, fallowing her ride to her new apartment. Getting to her new home, she came to a door that read 34D. Reaching into her rain coat pocket, Kagome searched through her vast variety of junk, she was a saver, finally getting to the bronze tinted key. Pulling it out she fed it to the lock that was the only defense she had against buglers entering her apartment.
Swinging the door open, with little effort, Kagome viewed her home. It was a big apartment. Hallway was the first thing anyone saw, when they enter. Then you would see the Living room, or at least part of it.
Walking down the walkway of wood, swinging her head from side to side, Kagome looked around. She noticed that there was a kitchen about 7 feet away from the door and another hallway across from that.
The hallway that is across the kitchen held a door that lead to the guest bathroom, to the right of the guest bathroom was a laundry room, to the left is a guest bedroom, that had a rather nice view from it's window. Not usually expected when in a 'guest's' room. Entering the hallway again, Kagome walks across to the kitchen.
When turning into the kitchen, the first thing you would see would the window, showing a great view of the city. Underneath that would be the stainless steel sink, and to the right of the window are the cupboards that hang over the counter. The fridge is neatly tucked in the corner, and the pantry is across from it. There is an peninsula that comes off the counter next to the sink, it has a small island on top, making it like a two step climb.
From the kitchen peninsula you can see the living room. Television would be in the far left corner, bookcases guarding it on the sides. Another shelf straight in front of Kagome. It had three shelves, all glass, reaching to the ceiling, and cupboards that touched the ground. Kagome also saw a deck where you could see the Hudson River. The furniture was mostly a coper-ish brown leather, of course never really leather, she never liked those type of things.
Walking into the living room, she saw that there was another room, it was the study. Having a maple old fashion desk and book shelves lining the walls, expect for one wall that had a window, of the now gray sky.
Getting back to the hallway, Kagome waked to the double doors at the end of the hallway, opening them, she entered her bedroom. It wasn't very big to the overall living area, but it was bigger then what the average person could afford. Of course not many people could afford, what she has, now at least. Like it was expected, there was a window in the room, actually there was three. Two in the corner, and one on the side where there was another door.
Being as curious as she was, Kagome walked to the door, and opened it. Only to be disappointed that it lead to the Study room, or open area. Finding nothing else that could capture her attention, she looked back into her 'room'. In the far left wall, there was a hallway to the bathroom, first having to go through the walk-in-closet.
Reaching the bathroom, Kagome noted that it was a try of natural sone travertine. Having a yellowish glow to it, that you could find in Italy. It was said to be very popular there. One sink on the left of herself with a mirror. Then the bathtub, in the corner, with another window. And a shower in the left of the whole charade. There was closed off area, that Kagome anticipated it to be the toilet.
'Well, now that I have seen the whole place, I guess I should find a job. Or should I just call Sophie and ask her. Look for one yourself and get stuck with a lot of paper work, or call someone else to do it for you. Yourself and the chance with paperwork, or agent? Self or agent? Self vs. Agent, who will be the winner of this rigorous trial, folks? Come one come all.' Kagome thought, she didn't really find doing paperwork very appealing, suprisenly. Not did she want to talk to that walking, talking, breathing, gossiping machine. So sleep in bed, it was. With no more argument with her lovely self, Kagome went to sleep at her, strangly undisturbed home. In her unpacked-by-someone-not-her bed.
Ring. Riing. . . Riiiinnnng. . . Rinnnnnnnnnnng.
"I'm sorry, I'm not home at the moment, please leave your name and number at the tome of the beep, and I will get back to you as soon as possible. BEEP!"
Kagome was woken up enough to tell that someone was calling, at this god forsaken hour.
'My god, it's that Soph-' "Kagome, it's me Sophie, I've come to call and tell you that your going to be late for you meeting at your new gig. So you better get up right now or I'll come over there and get you! I swear I will. Just wait and you'll hear my footsteps walking up the stairs to your NEW apartment, that I picked our just for you! You better like it, because it you don't-" Unfortunently Sophie's lovely voice was cut off by the time limit on the voice mail. ' I spoke too soon.'
Rolling her eyes Kagome got ready for her new 'gig'. She apparently had without her knowledge.
Knock Knock Knock.
Kagome's groggy mind processed that information, of someone knocking at her door. Getting up with eye lids that were half closed, Kagome walked to her door.
Knock. Knock. SLAM!
Kagome yelled out, "Alright already, I'm coming, just wait a little longer. You old fart." Mumbling that last sentence under her breath.
"KAGOME, OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT NOW. AS YOUR MANAGER, I ORDER YOU TO OPEN IT. . . NOW!"
'Goody, it the little bitch and her ways. What a lucky day this is going to turn out to be.' With that Kagome opened the door to her doom. And a mad, paniced, and flushed Sophie, came barging in. Starting Kagome off on her brand new day.
Kt: I don't really know what will happen with this story, but I hope that you will enjoy it, while I do update it. So yeah. I just need a bit of a push, or shove, to get going. Call it a contest with a rival. And there you go. I will be motivated to win it, no matter what. Though coming up with idea's it a bit harder, that some non-writer will think.
I would like to thank my friend. . . Emma (will not say her last name, for stalking purposes), not really sure why but, I think she deserves some credit, mostly because she's my competition, I kind of need reason to do something. Cuz if there isn't any prize at the end, well, I'm basically useless. Yep! That is me. Always looking for something at the end of the horrible, god forsaken, boring, little (not really, but yeah) rainbow. And now I really don't have much to say, but that. So I bid you adieu.