Jade here and ready to give you some action! The literary kind anyway! So yeah, I hope you like the story so far! 'Cause here it is! I really want to make quesadillas but like, I'm kind of lazy. --;;; So here is the new chapter, Abracadabra…PON! looks around Dammit, you know Setsuna, for magical words, they sure don't get anything done. Guess I have to actually write the chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
Warnings: Cussing, blah blah blah.
I Believe In Yesterday
Part 1
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Higurashi Kagome was hauling suitcases up the stairs to her dorm room, which was on the fourth floor.
Why did the elevators have to break today
One of her suitcases slipped from her hand and went crashing down the stairs. Why her? Was it national Bad Luck for Higurashi day? But then, for a long time now, it had seemed like everything was the result of bad luck. And there was still that sadness that hung over her.
For weeks after she discovered she couldn't go back down into the well, she had been in mourning. Her grades dropped and she didn't feel like eating or sleeping. Sleeping brought on dreams and she would always wake up from those dreams crying.
But I can't live in the past.
I have to keep going on.
I know the others would have wanted me to.
And so she forced herself to start eating and bringing up her grades. By the time she graduated from high school, she had the best grades of her class, mainly because she never socialized much after that, throwing herself into her school work. And even though she still had dreams about everyone in the Sengoku Jidai, she was healing just a little each day.
"Hey, um, is this your suitcase?" A male voice snapped her back to reality, which was that she had to drag her suitcase back up the stairs and for some reason there was no air conditioning mechanism located in the stairwells. Kagome sighed before turning to the young man.
"Yeah…" Kagome trailed off. There was something familiar about this boy that she couldn't quite place her finger on. He had ginger colored hair that was cut short and arranged messily framing big green eyes that made him look slightly young for a college student.
"Here, let me help you." He picked it up and started to carry it up the stairs. "I moved in yesterday and I'm on the fifth floor. It's been pure pandemonium around here."
"I'm on the fourth, yeah, I can see what you mean." Kagome followed him with her other suitcase. "Thanks a lot; I didn't really feel like dragging it back up again."
"No problem." He shrugged.
"Can you help me with this box?" A female voice asked and Kagome turned as if she recognized it but almost ended up falling down the stairs. She steadied herself before she did and went on, not curious enough to break her neck. They turned into the fourth floor and students seemed to be everywhere.
"Rumpled up my new silk kimono that I spent hours working on…" A slightly familiar female voice complained loudly but all Kagome caught was a dark ponytail and the very back of someone's head before they disappeared into their room.
"Hey, shit for brains, this is kind of heavy, help me out!" Kagome's head felt like it was spinning as she realized she had heard yet another voice that sounded as though she knew it from somewhere, but just didn't catch the person in time.
"This is my room." Kagome got out her key and unlocked it. Whoever her roommate was, they weren't there yet, but that was okay. Kagome put her suitcase down. She was finally at college. The place she had been waiting to go to for weeks, because during the summertime the only thing to do was wait. And waiting made her think about times before…times she didn't want to dwell on because of all the pain.
"Your roommate isn't here yet, that's too bad." The ginger-haired boy scratched the back of his head. "But then again, my roommate started moving in today and the guy hasn't been doing anything but chasing after every girl that walks by our door."
"I knew somebody like that once." Kagome laughed. "Thanks for your help, I just have to go downstairs and get one more suitcase. My name's Higurashi Kagome, by the way."
"Oh? My name's-" The boy was cut off as someone burst into the room. Kagome's whole body froze.
The person was carrying two suitcases and was being followed by someone who was obviously their younger brother. That wasn't the important thing though.
The important thing was the girl's beautiful maroon eyes and dark hair pulled up into a ponytail.
"Eh, sorry for bursting in like that, I couldn't get the door open right with these suitcases in my hand!" The girl sighed heavily as she put her two suitcases down. "I'm your roommate, Taijiya Sango." She offered a hand towards Kagome.
Kagome stood for one moment, completely slack jawed, staring at Sango as if she were in some sort of dream. That was before she fainted.
"Must be the heat." The ginger-haired boy, Maboroshi Shippo commented.
"Must be." Sango agreed.
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"AT LEAST I KNOW WHAT MATCHING COLORS ARE!" A female voice echoed through the empty hallway on the fourth floor of one of the buildings that consisted of nothing but dorm rooms.
"AT LEAST I DON'T DRESS LIKE A WHORE!" A male voice yelled right back.
"BASTARD!" A door slammed shut.
"BITCH!" Another door slammed.
"I'm glad that's over with, 'cause it's really hard to concentrate with those two going on like that." Taijiya Sango told Kagome from her bed where she was doing her homework. Kagome typed some more of her paper.
In three weeks, Kagome had found herself bubbling with excitement every time she woke up. Not only was Sango her roommate, but it seemed many of the people from the Sengoku Jidai were sharing the same dorm building as her by some strange twist of fate.
Sango was a photography major, and her whole life revolved around it. There were pictures of everyone in her family, all her high school friends, and of people that she had become friends with at college everywhere. She also had photos of anything that she thought made a good picture, including various nature shots and places around the campus. Sango hated pictures of herself as she told Kagome adamantly the first day they met after Kagome had awoken from her fainting spell.
Sango did do other things, like kung fu and yoga, and was always the one to suggest they go out and do something. Sango was so happy with life that Kagome almost didn't want Sango to remember anything from her past life. After all, her brother in this life was alive and well and probably didn't want to remember anything either. But still, Kagome couldn't help hoping that everyone remembered some of it one day.
"Why are they always at it with each other anyway?" Kagome asked.
"No clue. Kagura just goes off on a 'Kouga is an asshole' rant every time I ask." Sango shrugged. "Inuyasha says it's because of some argument over one of the washing machines."
"Ooookay." Kagome shook her head. "Maybe it's one of those you-don't-want-to-know things."
Kagura and Kouga lived in rooms right across the hall from each other and had decided they hated each other right away. Given what she last saw in the Sengoku Jidai, this didn't really surprise Kagome all that much.
Gongen Kagura was really cool though. She was majoring in fashion design and you could pretty much tell from how she was always stylishly dressed, and usually making sure that nothing was out of place in her outfit. You could also tell that was her future profession because anytime you entered Kagura's room, her side of it was in a slight state of disarray. There was her small sewing machine, bolts of cloth everywhere, needles, buttons, thread in almost every color, ribbons and anything else she might need for her creations. This was all much to the dismay to her roommate.
Ookami Kouga was a film student and seemed to live for his arguments with Kagura. Those two always seemed to arrive at their doors at the exact same time every afternoon. On the weekends, they always seemed to meet each other somewhere in the building and began bickering in voices that suggested they actually wanted everyone else to hear them. Kouga was pretty nice to everyone else, except for his roommate.
"Hello girls." A smooth male voice made Sango groan, and Kagome had to try and hide a smile.
If anyone definitely hadn't changed from one life to the next, it was Houshi Miroku. He was still the carefree, girl-chasing guy that he had always been. He also had picked up the habit of just walking into people's dorm rooms without knocking first. He was normally kicked out of Kouga's room pretty fast and then he would come visit Sango and Kagome. Sango went on and on about how annoying she thought he was. Kagome knew better, of course.
"Okay, I'm done, let's go to the darkrooms!" Sango closed her binder and jumped up from the bed.
"Just a second." Kagome frowned at the screen of her computer as she typed. "I have to finish this before we can go." Sango would probably sleep in the darkrooms if the photography department would let her. Right now they had to use the student darkrooms that everyone shared, and Sango could not wait to get her own.
"You guys are leaving?" Miroku made a tragic face. "Where will I go then?"
"Go to Inuyasha's room." Sango shrugged as if she couldn't care less where Miroku spent his time. Kagome tried not to breathe in too sharply at the name.
It had been the hardest to see Inuyasha again. He didn't remember her, and that was possibly the most painful thing of all. He wasn't a hanyou anymore though. When Kagome had been brought around from her faint and wondered if all of them had been reborn she figured Inuyasha wouldn't be one since she had always assumed he'd live much longer than anyone else. He had his dark hair and violet eyes that had only come on the night of the new moon. He was majoring in pre-medicine and he hated his roommate Kouga. She was still shy around him because he treated her about the way he treated Sango. It seemed that he thought they were cool, but he didn't go out of his way to hang out with either of them.
"They already kicked me out. And so I came to see if Sango wanted to go to the movies with this unworthy young man." Miroku turned large pleading eyes towards Sango.
"Yeah, go bug Kagura and Kikyo." Sango rolled her eyes at him.
Where it had been hard to see Inuyasha, it had been the strangest thing of all to see Kikyo. Kagome was still trying to puzzle together how Kikyo could have been reborn as her own entity when Kagome had always been told she was Kikyo's reincarnation.
But she was there in the Sengoku Jidai…
Kikyo was quieter than Kagura and tried to keep to herself but Kagura insisted on bringing her to any social gatherings she could convince Kikyo to come to. Kikyo was very stubborn, but so was Kagura. It was still hard to believe that all of them had been brought together again.
Destiny does not leave loose ends unattended.
"I'm finished." Kagome saved her homework before getting out of the computer chair.
"To the darkrooms!" Sango cheered as she pointed with her finger towards the door.
"I suppose I shall retire to my room until you fair ladies return." Miroku sighed as dramatically as possible before leaving.
"What's wrong with that guy?" Sango asked, sounding exasperated.
"Hmm…I don't know…but then, does he know that you've doodled 'Houshi Sango' on one of your notebooks?" Kagome nudged her with her elbow. Sango's face immediately turned a bright shade of red.
"Have not!" She denied as they walked down the hall. The door to Kagura's room opened up and Kagura stuck her head out in the hallway.
"I need a model and Kikyo told me if I ask one more time, she may do something painful to me." Kagura told them.
"We're going to the darkrooms." Sango stuck her lip out pitifully, not wanting anything to delay her date with developing fluid further.
"It'll only take a second." Kagura put her hands together as though they were some sort of deities.
"Give it up, Kagura." Kikyo's unwavering cool voice spoke from somewhere inside the room.
"Oh! Kagura!" A voice that sounded too young for college made them turn. As they looked, they saw that it belonged to Kamatoto Ayame. Now it wasn't that they didn't like Ayame per se, it was more that she tended to get on their nerves. And she was constantly following Kagura around because they were both majoring in fashion design. "Do you need a model?"
"No, no." Kagura shook her head. "I was just messing around, wasn't I?" she shot Kagome and Sango a pleading look.
"It sounded like you were asking Sango and Kagome." Ayame looked suspiciously at the red-eyed girl.
"I'm getting a soda ya' fucking idiot!" Kouga yelled back into his room as he opened the door. Kouga and Kagura took one look at each other before they both turned away.
"Hi Kouga!" Ayame greeted him cheerfully.
"Uh, hey Ayame." Kouga turned towards Kagome and Sango. "What are you guys doing? Not posing in some lame outfits for her are you?" The glare he shot Kagura made no mistake who he was referring to.
"Yes, when you could be talking to some immature asshole instead, why would you be posing in my intricately designed ensembles?" Kagura's steely look met Kouga's evenly.
"So do you need someone to-" Ayame began but was cut off.
"Why don't you go play with your crayons?" Kouga remarked snidely.
"They're colored pencils, dumbass." Kagura glared. Kouga opened his mouth to say something but was stopped by Kikyo coming out her room.
"Both of you need to stop squabbling like five year olds." Kikyo told them before disappearing right back into the room, supposedly to study.
"Yeah, stop bothering people because you can't get anyone who would want to put on your clothes." Kouga looked smug.
"Wow, that was brilliant." Kagura rolled her eyes. "Does your head hurt?"
"Why, do you need some Midol?" Kouga tried for an effective comeback.
"I didn't realize you had any. It must come in handy when it's that time of the month for you." Kagura's superior look made Kouga realize that he had just made a mistake.
"You're such a bitch." Kouga went back to his reserves.
"Asshole." Kagura countered.
"Um…I'm going to come back later." Ayame started to tell the two, even though they were clearly not paying attention.
"I better not have to get back up." Kikyo's voice entered the conversation warningly. "Can't you flirt with each other somewhere else?" Kagura and Kouga both went an angry shade of red.
"I wouldn't flirt with him if I was at gunpoint!" Kagura declared.
"I wouldn't even go near you if I had a choice!" Kouga told her. Kagome and Sango's gazes went to Kagura who was shaking with rage.
"Good!" Kagura stuck out her chin.
"Good!" Kouga echoed in the same tone and they both slammed their doors at the same time.
"Hurry up before it starts again." Sango tugged on Kagome's sleeve.
"I'm going, I'm going." Kagome followed her burgundy-eyed friend. It didn't take long to enter the dark rooms, and Sango had pictures waiting to be developed which she was excited to get at. As they entered, they saw their photography professor standing in the hallway, watching them with cool eyes.
Kagome couldn't help the eerie sensation that came over her, and she shuddered slightly.
There's something really creepy about him…
"What are you doing Kagome?" Sango was already in a dark room.
"Coming!" Kagome pushed the creepy professor to the back of her thoughts as she joined her friend.
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Liked it? Hated it? Think Teresa should be the only one writing this story? Too bad, I'm still writing! 'Till next time:
Will everyone else remember? Will Ayame keep popping up? Where was Rin? Will the authors groan as people express their undying hate for Kikyo? Will Inuyasha be making his big reincarnated cameo soon? What's up with creepy professor guy? Will Shippo-chan-sama make more appearances, much to the delight of his squealing girl fans? Will Sesshoumaru grace this fic with his beauty? Not to mention Jakotsu! Stay tuned!