ATTENTION: okay... this is what I'm thinking...
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha Disclaimer: I do not own this story. Jenny Carroll wrote it. So... keep that in mind. All I did was subsutute some words here and there. So if you review, just say "good story" and read it. AGAIN, JENNY CARROLL WROTE THIS!!!
Ok, well, here it is...
Dark Earth
They told me it was for the better.
I didn't believe them, but that's what they told me. They told me I'd be able to be myself, anytime.
"Oh no," my mom had said, "You'll need a sweater. A coat too. It can get cold there. Not as cold as home, maybe, but pretty chilly."
Which was why I wore my black leather motorcycle jacket on the plane. I could have shipped it, I guess, with the rest of my stuff, but it kind of made me feel better to wear it.
So there I was, sitting on the plane in a black leather motorcycle jacket, looking through the window as we landed. And I thought, great. Black leather... already I'm fitting in, just like I knew I would... ...Not.
My mom isn't particularly fond of my leather jacket, but I swear I didn't wear it to make her mad or anything. I'm not resentful of the fact that she decided to marry a guy who lives three thousand miles away, forcing me to leave school in the middle of my sophomore year; abandon the best- and pretty much only- friend I've had since kindergarten; leave the city I've been living in for all of my sixteen years. Oh no. I'm not a bit resentful.
The thing is, I really do like Nobunaga, my new step dad. He's good for my mom. He makes her happy. And he's very nice to me.
It's just this moving to Tokyo thing that bugs me. Oh and did I mention Nobunaga's three other kids? They were all there to greet me when I got off the plane. My mom, Nobunaga, and Nobunaga's three sons. Dumb, Dumber, and Dumberer, I call them. They're my new stepbrothers.
"Kagome!" Even if I hadn't heard my mom squealing my name as I walked through the gate, I wouldn't have missed them- my new family. Nobunaga was making his two youngest boys hold up this big sign that said "WELCOME HOME, KAGOME!" Everybody getting off my flight was talking by it going, "Aw, look how cute," to there travel companions, and smiling at me in this sickening way.
Oh yeah. I'm fitting in. I'm fitting in just great. "Okay" I said, walking up to my new family fast. "You can put the sign down now."
But my mom was too busy hugging me to pay any attention. "Oh Kag!" she kept saying. I hate when anybody but my mom calls me Kag, so I shot the boys this mean look over her shoulder, just in case they were getting these big ideas. They just kept grinning at me from over the stupid sign, Dumberer because he's too dumb to know any better, Dumb because well- I guess because he might have been glad to see me. Dumb's weird that way. Dumber, the oldest, just stood there, looking.... Well, sleepy.
"How was your flight, kiddo?" Nobunaga took my bag off my shoulder, and put it on his own. He seemed surprised by how heavy it was, and went, "whoa, what've you got in here, anyway? You know it's a felony to smuggle New York City fire hydrants across state lines."
I smiled at him. Nobunaga's this really big goof, but he's a nice big goof. He wouldn't have the slightest idea what constitutes a felony in the state of New York since he's only been there like five times. Which was, incidentally, exactly how many visits it took him to convince my mother to marry him.
"It's not a fire hydrant, I said. "It's a parking meter. And I have four more bags." "Four?" Andy Nobunaga pretended he was shocked. "What do you think you're doing, moving in, or something?"
Did I mention that Nobunaga thinks he's a comedian? He's not. He's a carpenter.
"Kagome," Dumb said, all enthusiastically. "Kagome, did you notice that as you were landing, the tail of the plane kicked up a little? That was from an updraft. It's caused when a mass moving at a considerable rate of speed encounters a counter-blowing wind velocity of equal or greater strength"
Dumb, Nobunaga's youngest kid is twelve, but he's going on about forty. He spent almost the entire wedding reception telling me about alien cattle mutilation, and how Area 51 is just this big cover up by the American government, which doesn't want us to know that We Are Not Alone.
"Oh Kagome." My mom kept saying, "I'm so glad you're here. You're just going to love the shrine. It just didn't feel like home at first, but now that you're here.... Oh, and wait until you've seen your room. Nobunaga 's fixed it up so nice..."
Nobunaga and my mom spent weeks before they got married looking for a house big enough for all four kids to have their own rooms. They finally settled on this huge shrine in the middle of Tokyo, which they'd only been able to afford because they'd bought it in this completely wretched state, and this construction company Nobunaga does a lot of work for fixed it up at this big discount rate. M mom had been going on for days about my room, which she keeps swearing is the nicest one in the house.
"The view!" she kept saying, "an ocean view from the big bay window in you room! Oh Kagome, you're going to love it!"
I was sure I was going to love it. About as much as I was going to love giving up bagels for alfalfa sprouts, and the subway for surfing, and all that sort of stuff.
For some reason, Dumberer opened his mouth, and went, "do you like the sign?" in that stupid voice of his. I can't believe he's my age. He's on the school wrestling team, though, so what can you expect? All he ever thinks about, from what I could tell when I had to sit next to him at the wedding reception- I had to sit in-between him and Dumb, so you can imagine how the conversation just flowed- is shake holds and body-building protein shakes.
"Yeah, great sign," I said, yanking it out of his meaty hands, and holding it so that the lettering faced the floor. "Can we go? I wanna pick up my bags before someone else does."
"Oh right" my mom said. She gave me one last hug. "Oh I'm so glad to see you! You look so great..." and then, even though you could tell she didn't want to say it, she went ahead and said it anyway, in a low voice, so no one else could hear; "Thought I've talked to you before about that jacket, Kagome. And I though you were throwing those jeans away."
I was wearing my oldest jeans, the ones with the holes in the knees; they went really well with my black silk T and my zip up ankle boots. The jeans and boots coupled with my black leather motorcycle jacket and my Army- Navy Surplus shoulder bag, made me look like a teen runaway in a made-for- TV movie. But hey, when you're flying for eight hours across the country, you want to be comfortable.
I said that, and my mom just rolled her eyes and dropped it. That's the good thing about my mom. She doesn't harp. Like other moms do. Dumb, Dumber, and Dumberer have no idea how lucky they are.
"All right" she said instead. "Let's get your bags." Then, raising her voice, she called, "Jake, come on. We're going to get Kagome's bags."
She had to call Dumber by name, since he looked as id he had fallen asleep standing up. I asked my mother once if Jake, who is a senior in high school, had narcolepsy, or possibly a drug habit, and she was like, "No, why would you say that?" Like the guy doesn't just stand there blinking all the time, never saying a word to anyone.
Wait, that's not true. He did say something to me, once. Once he said, "Hey are you in a gang?" He asked me that at the wedding, when he caught me standing outside with my leather jacket on over my maid of honor's dress, sneaking a cigarette.
Give me a break, all right? It was my first and only cigarette ever. I was under a lot of stress at the time. I was worried my mom was going to marry this guy and move to Tokyo and forget all about me. I swear I haven't smoked a single cigarette since.
And don't get me wrong about Dumber. At six foot one with the same shaggy blonde hair and twinkly blue eyes as his dad, he's what my best friend Eri would call a hottie. But he's not the shiniest rock in the rock garden, if you know what I mean.
Dumb was still going on about wind velocity. He was explaining the speed with which it is necessary to travel in order to break through the earth's gravitational force. This speed is called escape velocity. I decided Dumb might be useful to have around, homework-wise, even if I am three grades ahead of him.
While Dumb talked, I looked around. Eri- she was my best friend back home; well okay, she was my ONLY friend, really- told me before I left that I'd find there were advantages to having three stepbrothers. She should know since she's got four real brothers. Anyway, I didn't believe her anymore than I'd believe in pigs flying. But when Dumber picked up two of my bags, and Dumberer grabbed the other two, leaving me with exactly nothing to carry, since Nobunaga had my shoulder bag, I finally realized what she was talking about: brothers can be useful. They can carry really heavy stuff and not even look like it's bothering them.
Hey, I packed those bags. I knew what was in them. They were not light. But Dumber and Dumberer were like, No problem here. Let's get moving.
My bags secure, we headed out into the parking lot. As the automatic doors opened, everyone-including my mom- reached into a pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. Apparently they all knew something I didn't. And as I stepped outside, I realized what it was.
It's sunny here.
Not just sunny either, but bright- so bright and colorful, it hurts your eyes. I had sunglasses, too, somewhere, but since it had been about forty degrees and sleeting when I left home, I hadn't thought to put them anywhere easily accessible. When my mother had first told me we'd be moving- she and Nobunaga decided it was easier fro her, with one kid and a job as a TV news reporter, to relocate than it would be for Nobunaga and his three kids to do it, especially considering that Nobunaga owns his own business- she'd explained to me that I'd love Tokyo. "It's the capital of Japan! So many famous people will be there!" she told me.
As I stood in the parking lot, squinting at the hills surrounding the San Jose International Airport, I saw that there were a lot of hills, and the grass on them was dry and brown.
But dotting the hills were these trees, trees not like any I'd ever seen before. They were squashed on top as if a giant fist had come down from the sky and given them a thump. I found out later these were called Cyprus trees.
My moment of adoration was shattered when Dumberer announced suddenly, "ill drive" and started for the driver's seat of this huge utility vehicle we were approaching.
"I will drive," Nobunaga said, firmly.
"Aw, dad," Dumberer said. "How'm I ever going to pass the test if you never let me practice?"
"You can practice in the Rambler," Nobunaga said. He opened up the back of his land Rover, and started putting my bags into it. "That goes for you too Kagome."
This startled me. "What goes for me too?" "You can practice driving in the rambler." He wagged a finger jokingly in my direction. "But only if there's someone with a valid license in the passenger seat."
I just blinked up at him. "I can't drive," I said.
Dumberer let out this big horselaugh. "You can't drive?" he elbowed Dumber, who was leaning against the side of the truck, his face turned toward the sun. "Hey man, she can't drive!"
"It isn't all that at all uncommon." Dumb said, "for a native, like Kagome, to lack a driver's license. Where Kagome comes from, There's the largest mass transit system in Japan, serving a population of thirteen point two million people in a four thousand square mile radius fanning our through several other places? And that one point seven billion riders take advantage of their extensive fleet of subways, buses, and railroads every year?"
Everybody looked at Dumb. Then my mother said, carefully, "I never kept a car in the city."
Nobunaga closed the doors to the back of the Land rover, "Don't worry Kagome," he said. "We'll get you enrolled in a driver's Ed course right away. You can take it and catch up to brad in no time."
I looked at Dumberer. Never in a million years had I ever expected that someone would suggest that I needed to cat up to brad in and capacity whatsoever.
But I could see I was in for a lot of surprises.
And not just because I was living on the opposite side of the continent. Not just because everywhere I looked, I saw things I'd never see back home: roadside stands advertising artichokes or pomegranates, twelve for a dollar.
So caught up in all the excitement, I didn't hear Nobunaga and my mom talking about my school.
"Kagome has never been wild about very old buildings." My mom said.
"Oh, Then I guess she isn't going to like the shrine."
"I gripped the back of Nobunaga's headrest. "Why?" I demanded in a tight voice. "Why am I not going to like the shrine?"
I saw why of course as soon as we pulled in. the shrine was huge, and impossible pretty, with traditional Japanese style turrets and a widow's walk- the whole works. My mom had it painted blue and white and cream, and big, shady pine trees, and sprawling, flowering shrubs surrounded it. Three stories high, constructed entirely from wood, and not the horrible glass- and-steal or terra cotta stuff from the houses around it were made of; it was the loveliest, most tasteful house in the neighborhood.
And I didn't want to set foot in it.
My mother kept glancing in my direction as we climbed the many steps to the front porch. I knew she was nervous about what I was going to think. I was kind of irked at her, really, for not warning me. I guess I could understand why she hadn't though. If she'd told me she had bought a house that was more than a hundred years old, I wouldn't have moved out here. I would have stayed with grandpa until it came time for me to leave for college.
Because my mom's right. I don't like old buildings. And yet when my mom said, "come on Kagome. Come see your room!" I couldn't help but follow after her.
My room was separate from the house, a considerate choice made by my mother. A bay window looked out over the same view as the porch. It was sweet of them, really, to give me such a nice room, the room that had the best view of the whole house, even if they were separate.
And when I saw how much trouble they'd gone to, to make the room feel like home to me- or at least to some excessively feminine, phantom girl... not me. I had never been the glass-topped dressing table, princess phone type- how Nobunaga had put cream colored wallpaper, dotted with blue forget- me-nots, all along the top of the intricate white wainscoting that lined the walls; how the same wallpaper covered the walls of my own personal adjoining bathroom; how they'd bought me a new bed- a four poster with a lace canopy, the kind my mother had always wanted for me and had evidently been unable to resist- felt bad about how I'd acted in the car. I really did. I though to myself, as I walked around the room, okay this am not so bad. So far you're in the clear. Maybe it'll be all right, maybe no one was ever unhappy in this house, maybe all those people who got shot deserved it....
Until I turned toward the bay window, and saw that someone was already sitting on the window seat Nobunaga had so lovingly made for me.
Someone who was not related to me, or to Dumb, Dumber, and Dumberer. Someone who had long silver hair flowing down their back.
I turned towards Nobunaga, to see if he's noticed the intruder. He hadn't, even though he was right there, right in front of his face.
My mother hadn't seen him either. All she saw was my face. I guess my expression must not have been the most pleasant, since her own fell, and she said with a sad sigh, "oh Kagome, not again."
A/N: ok well this is chappy 1, please Review after you've read it and tell me what ya think!
LYL!!
Oh, and of course the Mystery man sitting on her window is... INUYASHA!
So its gonna be Inu/Kag pairing.
Next chapter is a confrontation between the two. It's not the most romantic thing in the world, but hey, in the episode he tried to kill her right?
So I'll cya lataz for now.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha Disclaimer: I do not own this story. Jenny Carroll wrote it. So... keep that in mind. All I did was subsutute some words here and there. So if you review, just say "good story" and read it. AGAIN, JENNY CARROLL WROTE THIS!!!
Ok, well, here it is...
Dark Earth
They told me it was for the better.
I didn't believe them, but that's what they told me. They told me I'd be able to be myself, anytime.
"Oh no," my mom had said, "You'll need a sweater. A coat too. It can get cold there. Not as cold as home, maybe, but pretty chilly."
Which was why I wore my black leather motorcycle jacket on the plane. I could have shipped it, I guess, with the rest of my stuff, but it kind of made me feel better to wear it.
So there I was, sitting on the plane in a black leather motorcycle jacket, looking through the window as we landed. And I thought, great. Black leather... already I'm fitting in, just like I knew I would... ...Not.
My mom isn't particularly fond of my leather jacket, but I swear I didn't wear it to make her mad or anything. I'm not resentful of the fact that she decided to marry a guy who lives three thousand miles away, forcing me to leave school in the middle of my sophomore year; abandon the best- and pretty much only- friend I've had since kindergarten; leave the city I've been living in for all of my sixteen years. Oh no. I'm not a bit resentful.
The thing is, I really do like Nobunaga, my new step dad. He's good for my mom. He makes her happy. And he's very nice to me.
It's just this moving to Tokyo thing that bugs me. Oh and did I mention Nobunaga's three other kids? They were all there to greet me when I got off the plane. My mom, Nobunaga, and Nobunaga's three sons. Dumb, Dumber, and Dumberer, I call them. They're my new stepbrothers.
"Kagome!" Even if I hadn't heard my mom squealing my name as I walked through the gate, I wouldn't have missed them- my new family. Nobunaga was making his two youngest boys hold up this big sign that said "WELCOME HOME, KAGOME!" Everybody getting off my flight was talking by it going, "Aw, look how cute," to there travel companions, and smiling at me in this sickening way.
Oh yeah. I'm fitting in. I'm fitting in just great. "Okay" I said, walking up to my new family fast. "You can put the sign down now."
But my mom was too busy hugging me to pay any attention. "Oh Kag!" she kept saying. I hate when anybody but my mom calls me Kag, so I shot the boys this mean look over her shoulder, just in case they were getting these big ideas. They just kept grinning at me from over the stupid sign, Dumberer because he's too dumb to know any better, Dumb because well- I guess because he might have been glad to see me. Dumb's weird that way. Dumber, the oldest, just stood there, looking.... Well, sleepy.
"How was your flight, kiddo?" Nobunaga took my bag off my shoulder, and put it on his own. He seemed surprised by how heavy it was, and went, "whoa, what've you got in here, anyway? You know it's a felony to smuggle New York City fire hydrants across state lines."
I smiled at him. Nobunaga's this really big goof, but he's a nice big goof. He wouldn't have the slightest idea what constitutes a felony in the state of New York since he's only been there like five times. Which was, incidentally, exactly how many visits it took him to convince my mother to marry him.
"It's not a fire hydrant, I said. "It's a parking meter. And I have four more bags." "Four?" Andy Nobunaga pretended he was shocked. "What do you think you're doing, moving in, or something?"
Did I mention that Nobunaga thinks he's a comedian? He's not. He's a carpenter.
"Kagome," Dumb said, all enthusiastically. "Kagome, did you notice that as you were landing, the tail of the plane kicked up a little? That was from an updraft. It's caused when a mass moving at a considerable rate of speed encounters a counter-blowing wind velocity of equal or greater strength"
Dumb, Nobunaga's youngest kid is twelve, but he's going on about forty. He spent almost the entire wedding reception telling me about alien cattle mutilation, and how Area 51 is just this big cover up by the American government, which doesn't want us to know that We Are Not Alone.
"Oh Kagome." My mom kept saying, "I'm so glad you're here. You're just going to love the shrine. It just didn't feel like home at first, but now that you're here.... Oh, and wait until you've seen your room. Nobunaga 's fixed it up so nice..."
Nobunaga and my mom spent weeks before they got married looking for a house big enough for all four kids to have their own rooms. They finally settled on this huge shrine in the middle of Tokyo, which they'd only been able to afford because they'd bought it in this completely wretched state, and this construction company Nobunaga does a lot of work for fixed it up at this big discount rate. M mom had been going on for days about my room, which she keeps swearing is the nicest one in the house.
"The view!" she kept saying, "an ocean view from the big bay window in you room! Oh Kagome, you're going to love it!"
I was sure I was going to love it. About as much as I was going to love giving up bagels for alfalfa sprouts, and the subway for surfing, and all that sort of stuff.
For some reason, Dumberer opened his mouth, and went, "do you like the sign?" in that stupid voice of his. I can't believe he's my age. He's on the school wrestling team, though, so what can you expect? All he ever thinks about, from what I could tell when I had to sit next to him at the wedding reception- I had to sit in-between him and Dumb, so you can imagine how the conversation just flowed- is shake holds and body-building protein shakes.
"Yeah, great sign," I said, yanking it out of his meaty hands, and holding it so that the lettering faced the floor. "Can we go? I wanna pick up my bags before someone else does."
"Oh right" my mom said. She gave me one last hug. "Oh I'm so glad to see you! You look so great..." and then, even though you could tell she didn't want to say it, she went ahead and said it anyway, in a low voice, so no one else could hear; "Thought I've talked to you before about that jacket, Kagome. And I though you were throwing those jeans away."
I was wearing my oldest jeans, the ones with the holes in the knees; they went really well with my black silk T and my zip up ankle boots. The jeans and boots coupled with my black leather motorcycle jacket and my Army- Navy Surplus shoulder bag, made me look like a teen runaway in a made-for- TV movie. But hey, when you're flying for eight hours across the country, you want to be comfortable.
I said that, and my mom just rolled her eyes and dropped it. That's the good thing about my mom. She doesn't harp. Like other moms do. Dumb, Dumber, and Dumberer have no idea how lucky they are.
"All right" she said instead. "Let's get your bags." Then, raising her voice, she called, "Jake, come on. We're going to get Kagome's bags."
She had to call Dumber by name, since he looked as id he had fallen asleep standing up. I asked my mother once if Jake, who is a senior in high school, had narcolepsy, or possibly a drug habit, and she was like, "No, why would you say that?" Like the guy doesn't just stand there blinking all the time, never saying a word to anyone.
Wait, that's not true. He did say something to me, once. Once he said, "Hey are you in a gang?" He asked me that at the wedding, when he caught me standing outside with my leather jacket on over my maid of honor's dress, sneaking a cigarette.
Give me a break, all right? It was my first and only cigarette ever. I was under a lot of stress at the time. I was worried my mom was going to marry this guy and move to Tokyo and forget all about me. I swear I haven't smoked a single cigarette since.
And don't get me wrong about Dumber. At six foot one with the same shaggy blonde hair and twinkly blue eyes as his dad, he's what my best friend Eri would call a hottie. But he's not the shiniest rock in the rock garden, if you know what I mean.
Dumb was still going on about wind velocity. He was explaining the speed with which it is necessary to travel in order to break through the earth's gravitational force. This speed is called escape velocity. I decided Dumb might be useful to have around, homework-wise, even if I am three grades ahead of him.
While Dumb talked, I looked around. Eri- she was my best friend back home; well okay, she was my ONLY friend, really- told me before I left that I'd find there were advantages to having three stepbrothers. She should know since she's got four real brothers. Anyway, I didn't believe her anymore than I'd believe in pigs flying. But when Dumber picked up two of my bags, and Dumberer grabbed the other two, leaving me with exactly nothing to carry, since Nobunaga had my shoulder bag, I finally realized what she was talking about: brothers can be useful. They can carry really heavy stuff and not even look like it's bothering them.
Hey, I packed those bags. I knew what was in them. They were not light. But Dumber and Dumberer were like, No problem here. Let's get moving.
My bags secure, we headed out into the parking lot. As the automatic doors opened, everyone-including my mom- reached into a pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. Apparently they all knew something I didn't. And as I stepped outside, I realized what it was.
It's sunny here.
Not just sunny either, but bright- so bright and colorful, it hurts your eyes. I had sunglasses, too, somewhere, but since it had been about forty degrees and sleeting when I left home, I hadn't thought to put them anywhere easily accessible. When my mother had first told me we'd be moving- she and Nobunaga decided it was easier fro her, with one kid and a job as a TV news reporter, to relocate than it would be for Nobunaga and his three kids to do it, especially considering that Nobunaga owns his own business- she'd explained to me that I'd love Tokyo. "It's the capital of Japan! So many famous people will be there!" she told me.
As I stood in the parking lot, squinting at the hills surrounding the San Jose International Airport, I saw that there were a lot of hills, and the grass on them was dry and brown.
But dotting the hills were these trees, trees not like any I'd ever seen before. They were squashed on top as if a giant fist had come down from the sky and given them a thump. I found out later these were called Cyprus trees.
My moment of adoration was shattered when Dumberer announced suddenly, "ill drive" and started for the driver's seat of this huge utility vehicle we were approaching.
"I will drive," Nobunaga said, firmly.
"Aw, dad," Dumberer said. "How'm I ever going to pass the test if you never let me practice?"
"You can practice in the Rambler," Nobunaga said. He opened up the back of his land Rover, and started putting my bags into it. "That goes for you too Kagome."
This startled me. "What goes for me too?" "You can practice driving in the rambler." He wagged a finger jokingly in my direction. "But only if there's someone with a valid license in the passenger seat."
I just blinked up at him. "I can't drive," I said.
Dumberer let out this big horselaugh. "You can't drive?" he elbowed Dumber, who was leaning against the side of the truck, his face turned toward the sun. "Hey man, she can't drive!"
"It isn't all that at all uncommon." Dumb said, "for a native, like Kagome, to lack a driver's license. Where Kagome comes from, There's the largest mass transit system in Japan, serving a population of thirteen point two million people in a four thousand square mile radius fanning our through several other places? And that one point seven billion riders take advantage of their extensive fleet of subways, buses, and railroads every year?"
Everybody looked at Dumb. Then my mother said, carefully, "I never kept a car in the city."
Nobunaga closed the doors to the back of the Land rover, "Don't worry Kagome," he said. "We'll get you enrolled in a driver's Ed course right away. You can take it and catch up to brad in no time."
I looked at Dumberer. Never in a million years had I ever expected that someone would suggest that I needed to cat up to brad in and capacity whatsoever.
But I could see I was in for a lot of surprises.
And not just because I was living on the opposite side of the continent. Not just because everywhere I looked, I saw things I'd never see back home: roadside stands advertising artichokes or pomegranates, twelve for a dollar.
So caught up in all the excitement, I didn't hear Nobunaga and my mom talking about my school.
"Kagome has never been wild about very old buildings." My mom said.
"Oh, Then I guess she isn't going to like the shrine."
"I gripped the back of Nobunaga's headrest. "Why?" I demanded in a tight voice. "Why am I not going to like the shrine?"
I saw why of course as soon as we pulled in. the shrine was huge, and impossible pretty, with traditional Japanese style turrets and a widow's walk- the whole works. My mom had it painted blue and white and cream, and big, shady pine trees, and sprawling, flowering shrubs surrounded it. Three stories high, constructed entirely from wood, and not the horrible glass- and-steal or terra cotta stuff from the houses around it were made of; it was the loveliest, most tasteful house in the neighborhood.
And I didn't want to set foot in it.
My mother kept glancing in my direction as we climbed the many steps to the front porch. I knew she was nervous about what I was going to think. I was kind of irked at her, really, for not warning me. I guess I could understand why she hadn't though. If she'd told me she had bought a house that was more than a hundred years old, I wouldn't have moved out here. I would have stayed with grandpa until it came time for me to leave for college.
Because my mom's right. I don't like old buildings. And yet when my mom said, "come on Kagome. Come see your room!" I couldn't help but follow after her.
My room was separate from the house, a considerate choice made by my mother. A bay window looked out over the same view as the porch. It was sweet of them, really, to give me such a nice room, the room that had the best view of the whole house, even if they were separate.
And when I saw how much trouble they'd gone to, to make the room feel like home to me- or at least to some excessively feminine, phantom girl... not me. I had never been the glass-topped dressing table, princess phone type- how Nobunaga had put cream colored wallpaper, dotted with blue forget- me-nots, all along the top of the intricate white wainscoting that lined the walls; how the same wallpaper covered the walls of my own personal adjoining bathroom; how they'd bought me a new bed- a four poster with a lace canopy, the kind my mother had always wanted for me and had evidently been unable to resist- felt bad about how I'd acted in the car. I really did. I though to myself, as I walked around the room, okay this am not so bad. So far you're in the clear. Maybe it'll be all right, maybe no one was ever unhappy in this house, maybe all those people who got shot deserved it....
Until I turned toward the bay window, and saw that someone was already sitting on the window seat Nobunaga had so lovingly made for me.
Someone who was not related to me, or to Dumb, Dumber, and Dumberer. Someone who had long silver hair flowing down their back.
I turned towards Nobunaga, to see if he's noticed the intruder. He hadn't, even though he was right there, right in front of his face.
My mother hadn't seen him either. All she saw was my face. I guess my expression must not have been the most pleasant, since her own fell, and she said with a sad sigh, "oh Kagome, not again."
A/N: ok well this is chappy 1, please Review after you've read it and tell me what ya think!
LYL!!
Oh, and of course the Mystery man sitting on her window is... INUYASHA!
So its gonna be Inu/Kag pairing.
Next chapter is a confrontation between the two. It's not the most romantic thing in the world, but hey, in the episode he tried to kill her right?
So I'll cya lataz for now.
