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Chapter 3:

~Kagome's POV~

I tugged my hair apprehensively before proceeding to twist it around my index finger. My foot tapped a nervous rhythm on the hideous kaleidoscope carpet that lay under my feet. I glanced at my watch for the billionth time, an annoyed groan leaving my lips. I leaned over and pushed the down button for the elevator once more. After a few seconds of no results, I pushed it a few more times for good measure.

Finally the elevator made it to my floor, the doors opening slowly. I sighed in half-hearted relief before pushing my way past the exiting elevator passengers and onto the elevator. I hurriedly pressed the button labeled 1 and took my place in to corner before leaning over and pressing the doors close button as well.

The doors were almost shut before someone ran and slid their hand between the metal doors, the movement causing the door to open again. I bit back my irritated groan, settling for an annoyed glare to the ceiling. The man that climbed into the elevator gave an apologetic smile before pressing the 5 button and taking his place in the opposite corner.

Finally, the doors shut and the elevator began its sluggish descent. The classical elevator music poured into the small space, making the man's presence even more awkward.

"You glad it's Friday?" he asked me, not turning to meet my gaze. I simply nodded, not looking away from the rows of buttons on the wall. Of course I was happy it was Friday, my job was torture. Who wanted to sit in a room all day taking phone calls for some girl that already has more money than she knows what to do with? And trust me when I say that's all that I do - absolutely all day; nothing but sitting on my butt waiting for the phone to ring. But, I couldn't really complain. It kept the bills paid, food in my cabinets and clothes on my back; more than most people could say.

Soon, the elevator stopped on the man's floor and he scurried out, giving me a sidelong mock salute before making his way out of the elevator. I cocked my head a bit at the gesture. Something about it seemed so familiar, as if someone I knew used to do that all the time. But that couldn't be it; none of my friends had a habit of doing that. It must be the office's suffocating air finally getting to me.

Once the elevator had finally dropped down to my floor, I made my way out of the small space and into the bustling lobby, pushing my way past all of the people. This is why I was in such a hurry. Thirty seconds can make all the difference between getting stuck in the 5:30 office traffic and not. Obviously I missed my thirty second window.

After a few more pushes and mumbled 'excuse me's, I was finally at the ceiling to floor glass doors that led outside. I made my way over to the doors, sighing in relief at the thought of finally getting to go home and get my feet out of these wretched high heels. Designer comfort, my back end.

"See you Monday, Kagome!" Someone called from behind me and I turned to wave to my friend, Ayame, as she sat at the front desk. I thought my day's work was exhausting, but I guess it was better than having to sit and deal with everyone's problems all day; I'd snap at someone, no doubt about it.

I pushed open the double doors and walked into the early Tokyo night, thanking my lucky stars that I had at least missed the sidewalk rush. I fixed my purse over my shoulder and began my long walk home.

~Inuyasha's POV~

I sat on the green bench, munching hungrily on my hotdog. God, how I had missed these red, juicy, never-know-what's-in-them things. I was so glad vacation had finally rolled around, I had really needed it.

What was I vacationing from? So glad you asked! I'm an imaginary friend, yeah, a weird job, I know. But let's put it in laymen's terms. 500 years ago, I was cursed by my ex-girlfriend when she shot me with an arrow. I was pinned to a tree, stuck to rot there. But then, she gave me a choice. I could either sit there on that tree until someone came and freed me (which would be one out of 5 million people; I checked) or I could chose to be an imaginary friend. So, every fifty kids I 'friend', I get one year of human-ness. I can do any and every thing that a normal human could do, I even looked human! My silver hair and dog ears had been replaced with black hair and normal ears, though I still had my senses, thank God.

About a week ago, I had finally finished with taking care of my fiftieth kid, so I had woken up the next morning in my new apartment in Tokyo. Weird fact: I always woke up in my own, new apartment with a closet full of clothes and a cabinet full of food. Oh well, works for me.

Throwing my half eaten hotdog into the nearby trash can, I stood up and stuffed my hands in the pockets of my jacket. I started walking down the sidewalk, coming to the intersection at the end of the street. I looked around at the cars zooming by, pushing my hands farther into the jacket.

I happened to look over when I saw her. She was standing by the pedestrian crossing post, tapping her foot as she waited for the light to turn to green.

I was amazed I could notice her; it had been close to twenty years by now. But man, did she ever look so stunning. Her thick black hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, the band resting on her neck. She had on a pencil skirt that stopped at her knees and a purple sweater under her black corduroy jacket. Her high heels made a tapping sound that I could hear from across the street, her brown eyes sparkling even in her annoyance with waiting.

I thought it was better for me to turn and walk away, it was always best to stay out of the lives of my former kids – not that they usually remembered me anyways – but with Kagome, I really didn't need to take that chance. So, maybe I had broken a rule or two when I was her imaginary friend and maybe I had ended up falling for her, even when she was only eight. But, I was going to turn a blind eye and live my year of freedom without thinking about that. Besides, twenty years away from her had done me some good, no need to mess it up with one look.

I watched as the light turned green and she made her way across the walkway. Maybe I could stay for just a few more seconds, just long enough to make sure she made it across the road okay. But when she made it half way across the road, she turned her head and met my gaze, her feet stopping dead in their tracks.

Her eyes grew big and she looked like a deer in the headlights. For a moment, I wondered if she recognized me, if maybe she remembered who I was. But that moment changed as the light turned from green to red and she was still standing in the middle of the busy Tokyo street.

~Kagome's POV~

That guy – he looked so familiar. His name was on the tip of my tongue, but something kept me from remembering who he was and where I knew him from.

I was so lost in trying to figure out who he was that I didn't notice the on slot of cars that began coming my way, each blaring their horns in turn.

I turned to run just a moment too late, and one of the cars plowed into my side, sending me sprawling to the ground. The world spun for a minute, everything growing fuzzy. I heard someone scream my name, their voice carrying over everyone else's surprised gasps. But before I could see who it was that had called my name, the world faded away and everything went black.

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