Disclamer: I do not own inu-yasha and co. or the CIA or the FBI
Summery: Kagome's missing four years from her past. She is able to do things that she doesn't know how she can. Inu-Yasha's a CIA agent on the track of a threat. When their two worlds collide, things get a little crazy. Someone who knows Kagome's past is trying to kill her. Will this mystery person reveal himself? Will Kagome remember who she was?
'blah' = thinking
"blah" = talking
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GHOSTS
By Dancing Dragon1
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CHAPTER 1
Kagome locked the front door of the 'Greasy Fork' and turned over the OPEN sign with a heavy sigh. This had not been her week. Today Cookie had called in sick, so they had been short one cook. On top of that, tonight, the diner had had a double crowed and she'd spilt catsup all down her front. Thank God it was 6 o'clock, the end of the day.
'My life sucks royally,' she thought as she cleared away dishes and wiped down the tables. 'What I wouldn't give for a break…'
Done with the clean up, Kagome locked up the diner one last time before she started to walk the three blocks to her apartment. As she reached 12th street and Main, Kagome entered an expensive looking complex on her left. The building was impressive. Made out of brick, it reached up several stories up and was teaming with plant life that grew on the balconies.
Kagome followed the blue-carpeted hallway to the end, where an alcove housed two gold elevators, and pushed the UP button. After a few minutes, the elevator on the right opened and a man with long, silver hair rushed out of the elevator and straight into Kagome, knocking her down. The man, on a cell phone, didn't notice that he'd bumped into someone.
Kagome just sat there on the floor for a moment, stunned. A young woman with long, black hair tied back into a ponytail, came out of the elevator next and helped Kagome to her feet.
"Thank you," Kagome said.
"Oh, that's okay. I guess you'll have to excuse him. That's Sesshomaru. He lives in the pent house at the top of the complex… some sort of big-wig- government guy… obviously he doesn't have any manners…" The last was mumbled. "Anyway, my name's Sango."
"I'm, Kagome."
"Really? I have a cousin with tat name. Interesting. I just moved into 304. Got if from Johnson."
"Jeez, that must have been hard to get."
"Yea. It was a pain in the ass!"
The women talked pleasantries for a few moments before going there separate ways. Kagome entered the elevator and pushed the second floor button. It was then that she noticed something on the floor. Picking it up, she discovered that it was a card of some sort.
'Must be Sango's. I'd better check tomorrow, just to be sure,' she thought as she stuck the card into her purse.
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Kagome unlocked her apartment door to find the phone ringing. She stepped inside and shut the door, groaning.
"Pick it up," she said to her machine.
She dropped her purse on the small table by the door and hung up her coat. Walking back to the door, she turned the bolt. Just then, the answering machine came on.
"Hello. You've reached 243-8382. Please leave a message after the beep. BEEP!"
"Miss Higurashi? This is Dan Poster calling on behalf of the FBI. I regret to inform you that we still have no information regarding the letter bomb delivered to you on Monday, November 6th. We will contact you immediately as soon as we have any new information. Thank you. CLICK. BEEP."
'Just great. As though my life couldn't get any worse,' she thought glumly.
With a heavy sigh, Kagome walked into her bathroom and ran water into the tub. After dumping in some bubble bath and striping, Kagome slipped into the bathtub, thinking over her week as the warm water lulled her stress away…
~FLASHBACK~
It was evening. She'd just gotten off work and was opening her mailbox, when someone dropped a package into her hand. Before she could turn around to see who had given the package to her, it started to tick.
'Oh my God! It's a bomb!' she thought as she slammed the mailbox shut.
Quickly, she ran up the two flights of stairs and slammed into her apartment. Running into the kitchen, she placed the package on the counter and removed the brown paper. Inside was the most complicated piece of machinery she had ever seen. Grabbing a pair of kitchen scissors, she calmly cut the wires here and there until the ticking ceased and the clock stopped. Glancing at the bomb's clock, Kagome's heart skipped a beat. Had she been a second later, she would have died.
'How did I know who to do that?!' she mentally screamed as she walked over to the phone and called the FBI.
~END FLASHBACK~
'How is it I can do things without knowing how I know how to?' Kagome thought for the millionth time that week. 'This is sooooo strange.'
Kagome relaxed in the tub another hour before she got out and crawled into bed.
'Man, am I glad tomorrow is Sunday and my day off. I better remember to go to Sango's tomorrow…' That was her last coherent thought before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
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A/N: well here it is. My first fic. How did yall like it? Should I continue? I know this chap is kinda boring but it get better. At least I think it gets better ^_^ If it seem kinda familiar I was watchin 'The Bourne Identity' when I started to write this. ^_^ anywho review and let me know if I should continue or let this one jus kinda let it go bye-bye. Thanks a billion
~The One And Only DANCING DRAGON (|)