Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and co and neither do I own the Fendi name. . .I do OWN a Fendi purse tho. . .

A/N: SORRY for the delay people, I've been having problems with my computer and stuff. You see, I got a PC but then it broke so I was using my Mac again but then the PC got fixed and now it's broken again. . .Sigh. . .will it ever end?!

Suicide Club

A Good Day

"Yes, yes I know but. . .I hadn't meant to harm him in any way, something just came over me and. . .yes, I understand. . ." after a long pause and several nods, my face broke out into a large smile, "Thank you, sir, so much!"

I had called Mr. Takashi in hope of at least getting a referral to another school but I had gotten off with my "crime" of injuring an officer and was still able to enroll into the school.

"Alright, I'll send my application right now." I clutched said application in my hand and looked around for an envelope while cradling Sango's phone to my cheek.

"Alright. . .alright I'll see you in September." I hung up the phone and dove onto Sango's leather couch, pressing the now sealed envelope to my chest and almost crying with joy. Even if I was going to miss Inuyasha and my friends, I was glad I got into the school I wanted. The Takashi School was notorious for turning out movie actresses and voice artists every year. The percentage of students that went on to fame was uncompetitive with a whopping 87%. I wanted to be part of that large factor and I was doing everything in my power to get there. I had won many talent shows, Star Searches, and I had been on the show Nadakai Hatashi, a small production that promoted children and got them scholarships or whatever. I got just that, a scholarship to the WORST school in Japan, Acting University. The teachers hated everyone, they were awful at their jobs and I hated the people there. So we moved and I went to a normal private school.

"What are you so happy about?"

I sat up on the couch and smiled at Sango as she placed three brown bulging shopping bags on the small coffee table in the middle of the room. She wasn't in her professional uniform, she wore faded blue jeans and a black blank tank top, flipflops on her feet.

"Oh nothing. . ." I said as I flopped back onto the couch. She knew my voice though, and slid onto the armrest of the couch.

"Tell me." She ordered, her black hair falling over her shoulder as she shook my foot.

"I got accepted into the Takashi School of Acting." I said as if it were nothing.

Sango rose her eyebrows. "Oh, and that's deemed as 'Nothing'?" she said as she snatched the envalope from my hands. "Are you going to send in the application? High school is the only time you actually get to have fun. Does this school have prom?"

"How the hell would I know?" I said as I took back the envelope and stood, stretching my arms above my head. "I'm gonna get my bellybutton pierced."

Sango blinked. "Well that was random." She reached for the pile of mail on the oak end table leaning against the couch. "Why would you want a hole through your bellybutton anyway?" she asked, sifting through the pile of junk mail, bills, and magazines.

"I don't know. . .I just want something to occupy my mind." Anything to take my mind off of leaving Inuyasha, I thought as I pursed my lips. "You wanna come with? You can be my moral support. It'll be fun!"

Sango made a face as if she were thinking. "Seeing needles go through people's skin isn't my idea of fun. . .but I'll go so you can squeeze my hand." She smiled at me and I instantly dragged her out of the room, picking up my black Fendi Pocket Hobo (tee hee, I have that purse!) from the coffee table before zooming out onto the bustling streets with Sango in tow, dumping the envelope into a postbox in passing.

(a good day )

"Don't let anyone touch your piercing, no bodily fluids may come in contact with your piercing, don't play with it, and don't pull it for about a week." The piercing lady rambled off the list of 'Don'ts' to Kagome as she signed away her bellybutton. The woman had multiple piercing in just about every part of her face and blood red hair with the worst blonde streaks anyone could have in their hair. Tattoos littered her bare arms, all other them either of dead people or harsh sayings like: "Can't take the heat? We'll make it even hotter."

They were in Zigaway's Body Art Shop and Sango was looking mildly pissed at the many bongs and other drug-using utensils.

"If I were on duty I'd have this place shut down in a minute." She mumbled to no one.

"If you were on duty I wouldn't have brought you." I countered as I signed my name, showed my school ID and Drivers License, and followed the woman into a super clean back room.

Sango looked around, probably taking mental notes of all the "illegal" things in the room. I rolled my eyes. Once a no-fun-loving cop, always a no-fun-loving cop.

I reached for her hand as I sat down on the chair. The woman pulled out a needle and showed me many choices of rings.

They all look humongous, I thought as I swallowed, I'll take the smallest.

I pointed to the smallest one, a ring with a small star in the center. The diamond was real but I didn't have to worry, my step-dad was loaded.

I clutched Sango's hand hard and closed my eyes as the woman felt around my belly, cleaning the area and whatever your supposed to do before you get pierced.

The piercing was painful, I have to admit, but I had endured much worst whenever my counterpart was near. Although, I have to admit, I did have tears in my eyes.

"Ow. . ." Sango winced as she pulled her hand free of my death grip.

I laughed. "Sorry. . ." my hand was cramping up from clutching so hard, I banged it against the arm of the chair to reawaken it.

The woman smiled. "There you go, Kagome-san, all done. You did a good job."

I smiled and said my thanks and Sango and I left. It was a very cold night and I had only one intention tonight. Although I would rather spend one of my last nights of regular high school with my friends at a club, my family meant more to me. And anyway, Sango wouldn't let me go to the club even if I wanted to. She's one strict girl.

(a good day)

The hospital room smelled like Ivory soap and flowers because that's the kind of gifts our neighbors and friends and family sent us. At least all the crappy gifts went to them. All they really needed was time to sleep and crappy gifts weren't much of a distraction.

I sat down in the chair next to my mother, Sango pulling the chair from the small table near the window and putting it next to mine.

"How did this happen?" she asked quietly. I hadn't told her that it was, in fact, me that had blown the roof off our house. I had no memory of it but Kouga had filled me in and, even if I really didn't want to, I believed him. My raging powers were coming forth and they were coming out in a really bad and unhealthy way. But I couldn't understand why they were coming out now. . .I thought it always happened when you turned 13 or something.

Mama was asleep as was Souta.

Mama opened her eyes a crack and turned her head toward me. "Kagome, what a pleasant surprise.

I smiled. It was always great to see mom calm. At home she never stood still.

"I was dreaming." Mom looked up at the ceiling, a smile on her lips. "Your father was back and the whole family still lived together, in that big house. . ."

I hated when she had these dreams. If they had actually come true I would've killed myself even before I made it to Tokyo. Why? Because my dad was a whack-job. He didn't like to work and we only had the big house because it used to belong to my Great-Grandfather who, ironically, drowned in the lake the house overlooked. A creepy thought when your trying to sleep at night.

My father had died because of lung cancer. He smoked 3 packs a day and never thought to quit. Even though we (Kikyou and I) were disgusted by him, we stood by his side (stiffly mind you) and watched him die. Mom balled her eyes out and Souta was too tiny to even remember.

His death was gruesome and I didn't like to recall it. The long hard pause in his heartbeat and then that solid beep signaling his death.

"Mom, he's not coming back. We watched him die." I had forgotten Sango was beside me or I wouldn't have been as open about it. The tone I used for my last sentace showed my distaste towards him and Mama looked at me again, this time her eyes as fierce as a hospitalized woman's eyes can get.

"Kagome, I'm not crazy. A woman can dream." She said through clenched teeth.

I gave a nervous smile and pursed my lips. "I wasn't saying that you were crazy. I was just saying that these dreams shouldn't block your sense of reality."

Mom sat up, which is a big no-no because her back was severely wounded when bits of the roof plundged into the uncovered house. But, miraculously enough, she sat up with ease and raised her hand as if she were about to hit me.

"Kagome Higurashi! How dare you call your mother 'out of touch with reality'!" she yelled.

"I didn't say that, Mom!" I yelled back.

It was a big 'ol fight which shouldn't be remembered as a pleasureable visit.

I left the hospital with a small red mark on my arm. I guess I had pushed Mama too far.

Sango smiled lightly as we walked the streets back to her apartment. It was a warm night tonight and people were out walking at leisurly paces. The streetlamps gave off a pleasant glow and the nighttime air comforted me. It was a good day today.

"You love your Mom, don't you?" Sango asked.

"Of course." I replied, smiling myself. We had been through a lot. One year the preppy girls had ganged up on me and made fun of the way I always held my hair in a ponytail. I came home crying to Mama and she comforted me by saying they were 'Rude, obnoxious, Gold-Diggers who only WISH they had your hair'. That was the best advice I'd ever gotten. . .if you could even call it advice. But I've used it whenever someone makes a pass at me in any way.

Sango put her arm around my shoulder and sighed. "You puzzle me, Kagome-chan."

I raised an eyebrow at her statement. "How so?

"Well. . ." Sango paused and looked down at the ground, I feet walking in time. "Theres a certain power brimming from you. I can see it even in your smile."

I pursed my lips. A certain power? Was it good or bad? "I do have a certain power I don't know how to control. . .that's how the roof of the house came off. My powers came forth."

"What?" Sango asked me in a puzzled voice.

Oops, that was my outside voice?

I shoved my hands in my pockets and kicked a pebble as we walked at a slow pace. What was going on with me? These powers that were coming forth had to mean SOMETHING.. . .but I couldn't put my finger on an explaination. The only thing that could possibly answer this nagging question was that conversation I heard my grandfather and mom having long ago.

". . .and I don't think its healthy for a young girl like her to be cooped up in a mansion for three years for pointless lessons and--."

"It's not pointless lessons, Akiko, it's teaching her the ways of the priestess. The girl needs to know these things. If she doesn't learn them now her life may be thrown into chaos down the line. Do you want you daughter to live with such a powerful--."

"I will not hear this, Papa. My daughter is as normal as any other child, not some supernatural 'priestess'. I will not allow you to try and model my daughter into some tree hugging, sandal wearing, 'save the animals' kind of girl."

"She will not be, Akiko, I promise. She'll be the greatest--."

"The answer's no, dad, and this conversation is closed."

Something clicked. Why hadn't I noticed it before? The blood of a priestess ran through the thick line of Higurashi's since the Feudal age. The power coming forth was the power of my ancestors. The power I wield is stronger than any of the girls in the recent Higurashi line.

I stopped walking, smiling widely. So I WASN"T going crazy. I was just a normal girl with bubbling priestess magic coming forth from it's seal within my body.

"Kagome-chan?"

Sango waved her hand in front of my face, brining me from my victorious thoughts to reality.

"Sango, I need to go somewhere." I said urgently, grabbing her hands happily. I couldn't contain the excitement I was feeling.

"What? Where?" she asked, scared of my sudden outburst.

"You'll see. But you're coming, right? I don't wanna get caught anywhere by myself." The last thing I needed was to live with my grandfather alone. He would have me doing mantras day and night if I didn't have a friend to keep company. Plus it would be good to get to know my temporary room mate better.

Indeed this was a good day. My powers were defined, my mother was just about back to normal, and my future as a successful actress was as good as gold.

But right now. . .we're off to see my grandfather, the most wonderful priest of his time. . .I hope. . .

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A/N: I feel as if my readers are getting bored with this story. If you are just tell me, I'll spice it up a bit. Why do I feel this way? Because now I only get 4 reviews per chapter rather than 7 reviews. . .I'm sad.

Anyway, enough bugging. I hope you all liked this chapter!! I liked it because of it's laid back sort of style. It was enjoyable to write. You don't always have to have depressing matters in your chapters. Tee hee!!

6 pages. . .is that a lot?

Kisses to you cause I know you love 'em,

Madoka Makkura