Ugh… where am I?

Kurama sat up and looked around, not noticing that his eyes weren't even tired or that he didn't need to stretch his limbs after waking up. Directly in front of him was a light green wall with a large collage of pictures. Most of them were of a raven haired girl dancing, or sometimes they had her and some other people hugging or laughing. She was smiling in almost every single one.

Shaking his head he turned to the left and then his eyes widened. There seemed to be something around his neck, stretching out in all directions around him. The thing was, he didn't feel it or anything, it was just there. He lowered his head slightly and noticed that the thing didn't lower with him, but he didn't feel it move against his skin at all. He kept lowering his head until he was lying straight back down with his eyebrows furrowed and now looking at a large plank of wood. What the hell is going on?

He looked to his right and noticed that there seemed to be an opening about the size a body could fit through. He scooted over until he could slide himself out, not noticing how his body didn't even seem to graze the edge of the opening. He stood up and looked back behind him. And then he gasped and stumbled back.

He had been lying underneath a bed.

What… what's going on?!?! Why… why…

He continued to stumble back until suddenly he found himself in a bathroom. His mouth opened and closed, completely speechless, as he found himself staring at the wall that he had walked through.

"WHAT THE HELL???!!!!"

earlier that day...

Kagome yawned and slammed her alarm clock randomly, searching for the off button. When the loud beeping noise finally shut off she stretched her legs and arms straight into the air. Hopping off her bed she headed to her bathroom after glancing at her bedroom wall and out the window, checking quickly to make sure no cars were speeding towards her apartment. She sighed in relief and continued to her bathroom to brush her teeth.

It had been three months since that car had crashed into her room in the middle of the night. She had been seeing a shrink ever since then, still not entirely convinced that it wouldn't happen again.

I know it's one of the most unlikely things to happen, but it happened, which means it could happen again.

Kagome frowned at her reflection in the mirror, her toothbrush dangling from her mouth. She had been having this thought forever since that crash and it didn't seem to be going away. She still had trouble going to sleep at night for fear that a car would careen into her room once more.

Gargling water, she placed her toothbrush into its cup and then spat, wiping her mouth on the back of her arm.

She entered her room again and opened her dresser to pick out her outfit. Today she had to meet with the dance teachers she had hired to discuss this year's recital. She pondered what to wear for a moment and then picked out a black tank top and a pair of dark Bermuda shorts. She pulled her long black hair into a high ponytail and then, grabbing her keys, ran out the door.

Turning the key in her ignition, Kagome remembered back to the investigation. It had been one of the most annoying and ridiculous things she had ever experienced. She couldn't sleep in her room for about two weeks after the crash because they couldn't remove the car until they had fully examined it, and then after they were done with that she couldn't get into her room until the clean up crew had removed all the debris and junk that cluttered the floor.

She pulled into the parking lot of the small shopping center with her dance studio smack dab in the middle. She smiled at it and thought back to the harrowing year it took to get it up and functioning.

She snorted at her thoughts and exited her car. Geez. No one would believe how hard it is to get a dance studio up. First you have to find about five dance teachers, find students, find money, get dance equipment, yadda, yadda, yadda.

"Good morning everyone!" she shouted as she entered the dance studio's lobby. All of the teachers were crowded around the small table in the center.

"Good morning, Kagome. You're looking as lovely as ever." the tap teacher, Miroku, said.

"Why thank you, Miroku. Now stay away from my behind." Kagome warned, narrowing her eyes at him.

"If he doesn't, I'll simply cut off his hand, so no worries, Kagome." Sango, the lyrical teacher, said back.

Kagome grinned at turned her attention to the hip-hop and break dancing teacher, Kouga. Even though she constantly warned Miroku not to touch her, Kouga was the real problem. He was just so… ugh. The usual possessive male.

"Ah, my woman is finally here! I was worrying about you…"

She slapped a hand over his mouth before he could continue. "If you would be so kind as to not start that with me right now, I would appreciate it more than anything in the world."

Kouga sighed, but nodded.

Kagome glanced quickly over to Ayame, the tumbling and modern teacher, who seemed to be madly in love with Kouga. Which was a problem, because she was also a jealous type. The red haired ookami was scowling with her arms crossed, but quickly wiped her face clean of any frown and smiled at Kagome.

"Have you got any good ideas for the recital?" Kagome asked politely.

Ayame nodded. "A few. I was thinking something really loud and out there…"

Miroku lit up. "I know what the girls could do for a dance! A really nice striptease to... ACK! I'm sorry, Sango! It was only an idea."

Sango leaned back in her chair, hands behind her head. "It was a shitty idea. So just stop talking."

"And I don't think that the younger kids would appreciate it."

Everyone swiveled their heads towards a small woman sitting in the very corner of the table away from everyone else. She had no expression on her face and seemed to not care that no one had noticed her until just then.

Kagome coughed. "Oh, right, Kanna. They probably… umm… wouldn't."

Kanna handled the younger kid's classes. It was really weird that she did, but the kids seemed to love that she didn't respond to any of their loud screeches or annoying fights. In fact, they just liked that she didn't respond to anything. Her face was always just so… blah.

"I was thinking Broadway, actually." Kanna said quietly. "It would be nice to do something clean and fun."

Kouga scoffed. "What kind of Broadway show does hip hop? What would my classes be doing, then?"

"Maybe they could do a remix of some Broadway songs." Sango interjected.

"I don't give a crap, I'm not doing Broadway."

"Well you don't have to be so mean about it!"

"You have any better ideas, you PMS-ing bitch?"

"You…!"

Kagome leaned back in her chair and blocked everyone else out. They always did that. Fight and fight and fight. What would you expect from a demon and a girl who descended from demon slayers?

She closed her eyes and thought back to her earlier reminiscing of the car-in-room ordeal. If there was one thing that she tried to forget more than anything else about that it was the man in the car.

Furrowing her brow, she remembered clearly what she had stupidly done after she had regained consciousness and called the police.

Kagome stumbled back into her room, stopping at her door to survey the pathetic scene in front of her eyes. The car had crashed into her window and scattered glass everywhere along with wood and bricks. Luckily it had missed her bed, but it hadn't missed her dresser. Her clothes were strewn across the room and across the hood of the car, some torn and others filthy.

Stepping over some debris she reached the other side of her room to look on the driver's side. The airbag had malfunctioned and exploded only a fourth of the way out. The windshield was shattered along with the four other windows. And then Kagome, taking a deep breath, looked into the face of the man driving the car.

She gasped but couldn't move from her spot.

In the front seat was a young man, no older than twenty-nine, with long red hair. He was slouched in his seat with blood running down one side of his face, his bangs stuck to his forehead. Kagome reached out almost unconsciously and touched his cheek. He was very handsome, even if he was bleeding from the head. She pushed his bangs away from his forehead and felt tears welling up. His chest didn't appear to be rising and falling at all.

Cutting her hand lightly on a shard of glass in the window, she pulled her hand away from him and opened the door. Maybe if she could get him out of the car and onto her bed she could help him.

Something flashed in the corner of her eye as she opened the door all the way. Looking down she saw a small shiny rock or jewel lying on the ground. Guessing it was his, she picked it up to inspect it.

Her mouth almost dropped open as her fingers touched it. Some sort of pulse was radiating off of it, but it didn't hurt Kagome. She gazed into the depths of the jewel for what seemed like hours until the doorbell rang out.

Kagome almost dropped the jewel but ran to the front door instead. Throwing it open and breathing hard, she said, "Yes?"

A few police men were standing outside her door, along with paramedics. She pointed down the hall, too petrified to speak. The men scurried down to her bedroom and nearly all of them gasped.

"Never seen something like this before…" one said.

"How drunk do you have to be to do this?" another commented.

Kagome sat down in her living room with wide eyes. It was setting in how completely astounding the situation was. Sucking on her hand where it was cut, she closed her eyes and sank into the couch.

Minutes late the police came back into the room and asked Kagome a few questions. Kagome remained utterly zombie-like during the interrogation but answered their inquiries diligently.

Saying goodbye, the police left and added that they would be back with more people and a detective.

Kagome fell right onto the carpet crumpled and lying on her side. Raising her fist to her face, she looked at the jewel that was still clutched in her hand…

"… you have absolutely horrible ideas."

"Yours are no better, moron!"

"Shut up!"

Kagome shook her head, clearing it of those disturbing thoughts.

"See, even Kagome disagrees with your ideas! She's shaking her head!"

Kanna coughed and interrupted Koga's and Sango's quarrel. "How about we let Kagome decide? She is the owner after all."

Kagome smiled and thanked the small girl. "I actually had an idea. How about the theme 'Reach'?"

Ayame raised an eyebrow. "And that would be…?"

"Well…" Kagome started, "We could have lots of different kinds of music, not just the usual hip-hop and Top 40 stuff. Like different cultures and different beats. There is lots of stuff out there that no one knows about." She smiled and concluded, looking pointedly at Sango and Koga, "Reaching to set aside our differences through dance."

Miroku nodded. "I like that. It's different than the usual stuff."

Sango looked thoughtful. "That could work. Yeah. Let's do that."

Kagome grinned. "Let's vote. All in favor raise your right hand."

Everyone raised their hand except Koga, who groaned and lifted his fingers slightly. "Whatever."

"Good. Now that we've got that out of the way, who wants to go eat some Wacdonalds?"