Kagome sighed, rubbing a shoulder wearily as she trudged down the street. Finals were finished, and the weekend stretched before her. As a college student she should be ecsastic about not having any homework, studying, or stress to keep her busy. In all reality, she was disaapointed and was already planning things that she could do to keep her occupied. Depsite her general contentment, sometimes certain things—emotions, memories—would creep up and bite her. It was better to stave off such happenings, not even giving her moods the chance to overcome her.
'I need to pick up some groceries for Mama….'
Kagome tooked a quick detour into a small market to pick up supplies for dinner. It was as she was leaving that she noticed something different. Clenching the paper bag to her chest, Kagome stiffened. It was there, like a hammer in her head, an iron grip around her chest. Beginning with a faint tingling until it was overwleming—an aura.
Discreetly, Kagome scanned the area through her bangs. Nothing seemed out of place. The neat aisles were fairly deserted, and the cashier frowned obliviously at a magazine secreted beneath the counter. Stepping through the sliding class door, Kagome gasped as she brushed against it.
A man. A tall man. At least a head taller than her, donned in a relaxed suit, wearing a cool expression as he gazed down at her auspiciously. Kagome's eyebrows shot up, but manners came first.
"Oh, excuse me," she mumbled. The man, his inky black hair almost covering the majority of his upper face, quirked an eyebrow, then strode away.
Kagome hadn't realize she had been holding her breath until he moved down one of the aisles, out of sight. In a daze, she left the shop and stumbled down the street. As she made her way up the stairs to the shrine though, the haze finally lifted and a smile spread across her face.
'Step two: start a conversation.'
