AN: I'm stupid. I started another fic. See? Shows how stupid I am trying to
juggle four fics. Oh well, I never said I was smart. This is just written
cause I can. -_-
Summary: A/U Ever since she was five, Kagome had alway shad a friend only she could see and hear. Anyone could feel him though, it's like he was a ghost. He has been dubbed Kagome's "Imaginary" friend, but is he really "imgainary"? But when Kagome's Jichan decided to tell Kagome the Higurashi Shrine secret, will he always be "imaginary" to the world? And why is Sango acting all weird?
Everyday Trickery by Kumori Ryuuzaki
Prologue: When I First Met You Five year old Kagome sat crying in the old wellhouse, curled up tightly into a ball. The moment that had happened an hour ago was replaying in her young mind. ~*~Flashback~*~ "Okachan, okachan! Is Otouchan going to be okay?" Kagome asked worriedly, tugging on her weeping mother's sleeve. "Is he...?"
"Kagome-chan," Mrs. Higurashi said quietly, furiously trying to wipe the tears away. "Kagome-chan...your father...he's...not coming back...."
"Nani? Why?"
"He's....he's...dead..." ~*~End Flashback~*~ Time seemed to sit still then, and to her, it seemed as the world was gonna end. But was it?
Kagome sniffed and sat silently, sniffing every once in a while, her tears coming to a stop, until she heard a loud thud at the bottom of the dry well before her, and some words she had never heard before.
She was about to check it out, but a head full of silver hair and a pair of dog ears came up from the mouth of the well, muttering under his breath. Something about stupid perverted monk men that should drop down dead.
"Anou, who are you?" Kagome asked, her eyes widen in curiousity as a boy who was probably about 17, climb out of the well, not taking a notice of her.
"Hmm?" the boy looked up as if he just noticed Kagome for the first time. He then scowled, and said rudely, "Why the hell should I answer you?"
"What does 'hell' mean?"
The boy blinked, then sweatdropped. "Uhhh...ask your mom..."
"Oh, okay," Kagome smiled brightly. "My name is Kagome. What's yours?"
Inuyasha sat, crossed legged in front of Kagome. "Inuyasha. Er...exactly when is it?"
"Umm...I think it's nineteen-ninety-something," Kagome answered, clearly pondering hard on the question. "I dunno, I'll have to ask my mom!"
"Mmm...well, I have to be off to kick Miroku's ass," Inuyasha said, standing up and moved to the well.
"Will you come back?" Kagome asked excitedly, standing up so she could grab Inuyasha's loose sleeve. "Will you? Please?"
"Ummm...."
"Please?" Kagome begged, pulling out her best puppy-dog face. "Come on!"
Inuyasha winced, and sighed. "Fine, fine, fine. Just let me kick Miroku's ass, okay?"
"Hai!" Kagome let go of his sleeve and watch him jump back into the well, her sadness completely forgotten.
*And that's how I met Inuyasha. He always knew how to make me feel better, despite the fact I'll be angry at him for awhile, but he was always there. We complain to each other; Inuyasha his best friend (besides me of course! ^_^) about how much of an idiotic pervert he was and why couldn't he stop hitting on girls, how his older brother tries to kill over some stupid sword, how idiotic villagers are, ect ect. Me? The typical stuff. School, homework, how my best friend got cheated on by some jerk, that type of stuff. Of course, some of my compalints weren't as serious as Inuyasha, I mean, no one wants to kill me!
*He's perfect help for pranks. No one can see him or hear him, except me. People can feel him, sense him, and all that other stuff, but not know he's there. It's really weird, but in a way, it's a plus.
*I don't know what I'd do without him. He's a jerk, violent, loud-mouthed, grouchy, egoistic, hot-headed, insensitive, foul-mouthed...and he's really sweet, caring, and knows how to make me feel good about myself and others, despite the fact it always comes out wrong. But I like him anyways!
*You know what?
*I'm starting to notice things I never noticed before.*
To be Continued...
AN: Did you know I would greatly appreciate reviews? I really don't need to ask though. Reviews make author's world spin. Please review anyways.
~Kumori Ryuuzaki
Summary: A/U Ever since she was five, Kagome had alway shad a friend only she could see and hear. Anyone could feel him though, it's like he was a ghost. He has been dubbed Kagome's "Imaginary" friend, but is he really "imgainary"? But when Kagome's Jichan decided to tell Kagome the Higurashi Shrine secret, will he always be "imaginary" to the world? And why is Sango acting all weird?
Everyday Trickery by Kumori Ryuuzaki
Prologue: When I First Met You Five year old Kagome sat crying in the old wellhouse, curled up tightly into a ball. The moment that had happened an hour ago was replaying in her young mind. ~*~Flashback~*~ "Okachan, okachan! Is Otouchan going to be okay?" Kagome asked worriedly, tugging on her weeping mother's sleeve. "Is he...?"
"Kagome-chan," Mrs. Higurashi said quietly, furiously trying to wipe the tears away. "Kagome-chan...your father...he's...not coming back...."
"Nani? Why?"
"He's....he's...dead..." ~*~End Flashback~*~ Time seemed to sit still then, and to her, it seemed as the world was gonna end. But was it?
Kagome sniffed and sat silently, sniffing every once in a while, her tears coming to a stop, until she heard a loud thud at the bottom of the dry well before her, and some words she had never heard before.
She was about to check it out, but a head full of silver hair and a pair of dog ears came up from the mouth of the well, muttering under his breath. Something about stupid perverted monk men that should drop down dead.
"Anou, who are you?" Kagome asked, her eyes widen in curiousity as a boy who was probably about 17, climb out of the well, not taking a notice of her.
"Hmm?" the boy looked up as if he just noticed Kagome for the first time. He then scowled, and said rudely, "Why the hell should I answer you?"
"What does 'hell' mean?"
The boy blinked, then sweatdropped. "Uhhh...ask your mom..."
"Oh, okay," Kagome smiled brightly. "My name is Kagome. What's yours?"
Inuyasha sat, crossed legged in front of Kagome. "Inuyasha. Er...exactly when is it?"
"Umm...I think it's nineteen-ninety-something," Kagome answered, clearly pondering hard on the question. "I dunno, I'll have to ask my mom!"
"Mmm...well, I have to be off to kick Miroku's ass," Inuyasha said, standing up and moved to the well.
"Will you come back?" Kagome asked excitedly, standing up so she could grab Inuyasha's loose sleeve. "Will you? Please?"
"Ummm...."
"Please?" Kagome begged, pulling out her best puppy-dog face. "Come on!"
Inuyasha winced, and sighed. "Fine, fine, fine. Just let me kick Miroku's ass, okay?"
"Hai!" Kagome let go of his sleeve and watch him jump back into the well, her sadness completely forgotten.
*And that's how I met Inuyasha. He always knew how to make me feel better, despite the fact I'll be angry at him for awhile, but he was always there. We complain to each other; Inuyasha his best friend (besides me of course! ^_^) about how much of an idiotic pervert he was and why couldn't he stop hitting on girls, how his older brother tries to kill over some stupid sword, how idiotic villagers are, ect ect. Me? The typical stuff. School, homework, how my best friend got cheated on by some jerk, that type of stuff. Of course, some of my compalints weren't as serious as Inuyasha, I mean, no one wants to kill me!
*He's perfect help for pranks. No one can see him or hear him, except me. People can feel him, sense him, and all that other stuff, but not know he's there. It's really weird, but in a way, it's a plus.
*I don't know what I'd do without him. He's a jerk, violent, loud-mouthed, grouchy, egoistic, hot-headed, insensitive, foul-mouthed...and he's really sweet, caring, and knows how to make me feel good about myself and others, despite the fact it always comes out wrong. But I like him anyways!
*You know what?
*I'm starting to notice things I never noticed before.*
To be Continued...
AN: Did you know I would greatly appreciate reviews? I really don't need to ask though. Reviews make author's world spin. Please review anyways.
~Kumori Ryuuzaki