Hello Simply Hopeless here with a new story for you. I do not own Inuyasha, never have, and never will. Do you know what today is? It's my birthday today, no lies. I wanted to put up a story on my birthday to mark this special day for me and you can make it perfect by sending me reviews saying what you think of this new story so far. Think of it as a birthday present to me. Lol.

Do You Remember the Time

Prologue

'Dear Diary:

It's final… Inuyasha and I are no more. I've already received the papers certifying the fact and I couldn't be anymore happier. Sango was right… I didn't deserve that jerk. And I'm just happy… so happy that I could c—'

A long ago tear had dropped down onto the diary marring the 'r' and 'y' that should have been placed next to the 'c.' Dark blotches had also splattered across other pages of the diary that had been left carelessly open on the bed.

It seemed that the book was left there in the occupant's rush to leave the otherwise tidy room. The bed the book was nestled on was neatly made with only a slight indent from where someone had sat previously. The spot still held a bit of warmth to it on its pale coral pink sheets.

A glance around the room showed it to be that of someone who was just on the cusps of leaving behind adolescence to embrace adulthood. The struggle between the changes obvious in the items set neatly in the room such as the posters of Jpop bands and singers littering across the 'Hello Kitty' wallpaper as if trying to hide its existence.

Stuffed animals in all, shapes and sizes lined a shelf between her dresser and her window while a few held parleys among the pillows of her bed. Lifeless eyes stared longingly for the occupant who hadn't graced them with her presence until just recently. But it had been so long that they were unprepared and incapable to greet before it seemed she left just as quickly.

It seemed that only the occupant's mother or the housecat, Buyo, frequented the room in the some odd years that the original occupant had left for new dwellings. And even then the others came only to dust away the dust bunnies, air out the room or even to sunbathe across the crisps sheets of the bed. But even if that was so that still would not explain the reason why someone would have pulled out the diary and then after riffling through it, leave it so carelessly open.

Not when someone had taken painful care to alphabetically arrange the old magazines of teen magazines, along with the year and month said magazine was issued among her children books. No nor did it explain why the door was left slightly ajar, showing a faded sign on the door saying, 'Kagome's Room,' in big red letters with slightly smaller letters underneath saying, 'No Annoying Brothers Beyond This Point.' Each letter capitalized as if that would get the point across that only impending doom would face the so-called intruder.

But even as someone would just poke his or her head inside the room and give it a brief glance before leaving there was still the diary lying on the bed. Curiosity would be peaked to know why and when this diary was pulled out. Whose diary being obvious to some extent but what was inside was still a desire that could not be quenched without exploring.

Once again someone would venture to sit down on the bed in almost the exact spot as the previous person. Fingers would reach out hesitantly, pause, and then touch the page to make sure it was real before flipping the dairy to its front page to see 'Owned by Kagome Higurashi.'

Then as soon as they confirmed that this indeed was the book they had figured it would be they would riffle through the pages, caressing each leaflet in wonder. As if the fingers had only previously dreamed about doing this only to find that it was indeed reality. They would then start then stop its feverish turning of the pages to settle on an earlier entry then the one written just moments before.

'Dear Diary:

Can you believe it? Inuyasha had proposed to me an hour ago. It's just so… so wow. I mean who would have thought that he would propose to me? I mean don't get me wrong diary I know he loves me but I had thought… you know Kikyou and… but no I'm not going to let that woman ruin my happiness.

He chose me. Me, me, me, me, me, ME!

Kikyo had her chance and blew it. And I thank Kami she did because I l—'

Suddenly a gust of wind, from the window allowing fresh air to come in, stole the preferred page from the occupant's hand and began to blow the pages viciously forwards again to another section as if invisible fingers were looking for a different passage.

Feverish eyes other then the occupant's flickered across passages of love and frustrations, sadness and joy to finally settle on a page that had sated its hungry appetite for the moment. Or more precisely that the occupant had decided on as a hand slapped the pages flat again. Then seeing as the wind had given up on the diary as it found another interest the occupant moved their fingers to read the new entry, eyes widening at the first sentence.

'Dear Diary:

I think he's cheating one me. Don't ask me why but I really believe that… it's not normal diary. He says he's busy at work and I know work is trying because I go to work too but… he always made time for me before.

No it's… something's not right and I swear tonight I'll f—'

"Souta have you gathered all your stuff yet? Remember take only what you need for college!" shouted the care keeper of not just Kagome's room but all the rooms in the Higurashi household.

"I… Coming Mom!" bellowed the tenor voice of the person holding the diary.

Souta sighed and sat the book down. The eighteen year old male stood up and to stroke the pages longingly. Disappointment obvious in his dark brown eyes before he carelessly tied his black hair from his face that looked strongly like the father he had never gotten to know.

His thoughts were still on the diary on the bed even as his hands fell from his tied back hair. The only given reason to let it grow out from it's neat little haircut of boyhood being only to irritate his Grandpa but only he really knew that. No that knowledge wasn't the thing that he was interested in because he had been searching forever for his older sister's diary and to just find it… like this and be unable to look at all the pages was more then a little frustrating.

But even as fingers were ready to pluck the book from the bed, they paused and gently closed the diary. "I'll read it when it has more to it," he said thoughtfully to no one as if reassuring himself. Then shouldering his pack he walked out the door and closed it to see what else to bring to his mother.

The holy grail of the diary left behind as he wondered when his sister, Kagome, would come to retrieve it again.

A/N: There! This is definitely something more then just a little paragraph written as an afterthought and an author note. Well hope you like, review, and continue to read on.