Disclaimer: Well, I own the fanfiction but not the anime…
Author Note: Sorry about playing with all your heads and such! ^_^ I didn't start out like that at first but not a lot of people bothered to take a look at it at all so I decided that a prologue would be better. It gives you a better sense of what's going on around there.
I was too tired to type anymore. After typing all day and deleting 3 pages, it turned out that it was almost 10. Besides, who could not bother to miss Mr.Bean till midnight? I promise to make this story really good but promise to keep with this fanfiction, ok? Luv ya lots! ^_^
Unspoken Words
Chapter 1: Train Ride
Today was just plain beautiful.
There was no school at all, today. Actually, there was no tutor, today. It was a big relief for Kagome since it felt so creepy for having this stranger coming to their house to teach every week day. Besides, what was the use of learning how to read and write words when she could barely sound them out!? It felt like the tutor and that lousy textbook was mocking her in her own home! How good it felt to throw the book in the back of her room and close the door in front of the tutor when it was time for it to be over!!
Kagome pulled out a simple pink sweater since the weather wasn't too hot. It was the middle of spring and it was best to wear one for the occasion. After, rummaging through her drawer and closet, she found the perfect assemble to wear for this cheerful, special occasion.
Perfect!
A traditional and cozy look with her old pink sweater that she was wearing. Then, a new crisp look with a jean skirt which reached an inch below her knees and some sandals with no pair of white socks. Along with a simple white scrunchie to be placed around the ponytail.
After, taking a few more turns and glances at the mirror, she decided that it looked alright and there was no need for any adjustments. Today, Sango and her were going to the mall for some shopping like they always did, every four weeks. If they weren't, it was usually to go and check out the amusement parks or such.
In no time, she dashed downstairs with her ©Hello Kitty handbag and glanced up at the clock in the hallway.
Drats! How could I read the clock? It's not like the alarm clock, upstairs.
Kagome stared at the numbers and hoped that there was some way she could understand what time it was. If she dashed upstairs for her alarm clock, now. It would make her look like an idiot. Unless, she could read it, she could feel a whole lot better and fit to be a friend to Sango who was just a smidge older than her. She remembered talking about school once with Sango and hearing about how she was doing in Algebra, Calculus, English and typing up all these huge papers for labs like the ones she saw on t.v. It was already worse that she hated the tutor and was flunking math!
Being friends with someone her age and barely able to understand what she was learning was just like being a rat who was a friend with a chimpanzee or an elephant!
Mama happened to pass by the hallway and notice her daughter waiting patiently besides the door. She sighed and tucked away the cell phone into the apron pocket.
"Sango's not going to be here, today. She had to go and finish her last day downtown in Judo class."
What?! Kagome stood there gawking at the news.
She knew how much Sango loved going to her class but what about her? If Sango wasn't there, then Kagome would be forced to stay at home for the entire day. Mama and her grandfather couldn't drive her and they had their own problems at the shrine so they could keep up the medical bills. Souta was too young to do anything like that.
"Sorry about that, honey. I hope you won't mind. Maybe you can do some coloring?" Her mama gave her a smile for sympathy and left for the kitchen to finish up with some cooking.
It wasn't fair!
Now she had to go through the whole week again! The tutor, the text book, the lousy alarm clock and such! Kagome was going to burst if she couldn't go out on a fine day like this!
Kagome buried herself in the cushions lying on the sofa and drowned herself in disappointment. Sango! She shouldn't have left me here, alone! I wouldn't mind seeing her beat up all the guys in her class, like she did in Kendo, hockey and basketball.
If her mama wanted her to do some coloring all day long, then what the heck!?
She felt around on the coffee table for a notepad and pen, among the mugs of coffee and tea and the thousands of paper work and foil from those chocolates that Souta had been eating.
She took the cap off the pen and started doodling what looked like some deranged dog. What was she doing? Kagome wasn't an artist… She only liked to trace over the manga that her mom got for her every week at the book store with all those cheap, plastic, free gifts.
After she was finish doodling over one pen, she flipped it to over the other side and started drawing a cat till she notice some numbers being written in neat handwriting.
528-6430. 263-2902. 748-6952.
Thunder crackled through the air. It was the telephone numbers that her mom used every time she needed an appointment with the doctor's office and her friend's house.
Kagome flipped through the pages, praying that she could at least recognize one name. She paused and her index pointed stopped at the name written in blue ink. It read: Sango. TEL 474-6832. 52 Hunter Road, etc… (I really don't know any Japanese street names except one in Hong Kong.)
It was settled!
Kagome ripped out the page and placed it in her bag. Then, another which was taped to the fridge with some kind of figure with long hair waving to another stick figure with a ponytail. Hearts surrounded the picture with a very messy looking word which read Kagome at the end of the page.
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Kagome sighed as she took her seat on the train ride.
She had been riding it all day and went back and forth with the card that Sango bought for her whenever they went on an outing. It was getting real dull and dark outside.
The teenager looked around at all the passengers. There wasn't really any children on the bus except for the few couples who were making out down at the end, some old folks dozing and some tough-looking guys with their leather jackets and messy hair.
That was a very good sign. Children usually went to bed early so with all the people on the train, it wasn't a very good sign. A rather very bad sign, indeed.
Oh my gawd. What have I gotten into now? I don't even have a sense of direction! I don't even know my own phone number!
Suddenly, the train halted to a stop as a few passengers rose from their seats and got off.
Kagome took a deep breath and picked up her bag as she followed the rest of them off the train. It was the only thing she could do. Next to the fact that she had no idea what was going on, she was entirely lost in Tokyo. Maybe she wasn't in Tokyo at all!
She sulked as she got off the train and looked around for some police officer who might offer her some help. What was she going to do when she got back home? Her mama never actually scolded her but what she was doing right now, completely blew off the lid!
It was pitch dark outside except for the flickering light from a lamp post. The ticket booth had a sign pasted with the words closed in red and there wasn't any sign of anybody there. All the passengers who got off the train already were acting drunk and laughing their heads off as they headed towards the nearest bar.
Kagome felt cold with the cold night air. Even her large pink sweater was no use right now. She took a seat at the bench and hugged herself to keep warm.
The only thing to do right now is too wait for the next train or some kind old man to get off and help me with some directions. Yeah! That's what I'll do…. In the cold, lonely night…
She clasped her hands together and breathed on it. It was so cold that she could even see her own breath like gently wisps of smoke which eventually vanished into thin air.
No wonder mama didn't want me to go outside, alone.
She felt herself sinking in guilt and remorse.
If Sango was here, she would be able to get the police to come out in seconds and help us..
She paused.
Of course, Sango is smart enough to know where her home is while I'm too dumb! Dumb! Dumb!
"Hey sweetheart!" The voice said softly to her but made Kagome feel uneasy at it's strange tone of voice. Her mother usually said that to her but it sound so suspicious, that it couldn't be her!
She felt her spine rippled as she felt a pair of rough, large hands placed around her shoulder and looked up to see a group of men surrounding her.
The same ones on the train! What do they want!?
Kagome-for once- was frozen solid. She had seen men like these, before. But, never were they this close to her for Sango always threaten them and got her out of the way.
They had the most unfriendly eyes. Some were real tall and large with their heads shaved clean. Some others were muscular and lean with the smell of smoke and beer all over them.
"Hey sweetheart! Having some problems?" One man asked.
Kagome shook her head and gulped.
He sighed. "Bet'cha your boyfriend dumped you. How about coming home with us and have a great time? Honestly, I won't hurt you."
Suddenly, she felt really hot in that old sweater of hers. She was pulled by the wrists and pushed into the arms of a rather large (obese) man.
He cuddled her as if she was a stuffed animal and tilted her chin up. Kagome closed her eyes shut as soon as she saw his huge, dark eyes in front of her rest.
"Hey guys! Look at her! She's scared stiff!"
The rest of them laughed.
"Hey girlie?" He answered. "Why your skirt is so short?"
Kagome blushed and backed away from him.
What in the world are they saying?
Next, a rather tall and handsome looking one with dark hair covering side of the face appeared in front of her and she was pushed in front of him.
Never before, had she felt so humiliated and used!
He appeared to be the leader of this gang as all the others groaned and backed away.
"Hey boss! You're not really going to spoil all the fun?"
"Yeah! You're not going to take her for yourself aren't you?"
Another answered. "Come on… Come on… Let the boss have some fun!"
The rest of them muttered curses under their breath but not loud enough for the others (especially their leader) to hear. Instead, they covered it up some smiles and laugh.
Who are these people…
A sweat trickled down her forehead as he immediately wrapped his arms around her and whispered into her ear, "Don't you worry, dear. I'll take care of you." He brushed his lips against her cheek and slowly, down her neck.
That is the last straw, mister!
Her eyes suddenly opened wide! Nobody was going to take advantage of her like that and kiss her in such a rude manner! She wouldn't allow anybody to do that unless she was married and even so, she would smack him silly!
Immediately, her hand came in contact with his face as hard as she could. Just in the same manner that Sango taught her long time ago in case she got into trouble.
Everybody stood still. Perhaps, a girl never dared to act against them and of course, their leader. Each one of them were breathless at the scene as they noticed the huge red mark against his face.
Kagome mentally cheered and applauded for herself at her self-defense. It wasn't good enough like Sango but almost. Maybe she could study Judo side by side with Sango in class.
Suddenly, her spirits dampered as she saw him get up and his knuckles crackle in anger. There was no way that she could escape from that fist. She was surrounded and she was probably miles away from home or the nearest police station.
Sango! Sango! Sango! She prayed with the upmost hope. I hope you have some telekinetic powers to know where I am and save me!
"Oy!"
Kagome turned around and noticed a dark figure leaning against the lamp post with the least bit of care. Her hopes suddenly rose high till she notice that it was just some guy with long, dark hair and (strangely) amber eyes that glistened in the dark. It better not be another thug but some hero like I've seen in those lame movies!
"That's not right to treat someone like that. Didn't your parents teach you that hitting a girl is wrong?" he answered in a boyish but serious manner.
He stepped out and met face-to-face with their gang leader. Suprisingly, as Kagome examined him from different angles, he looked like he was her age, 15 years old or slightly older. He looked rather strange with his words. He didn't look like those gentlemen such as James Bond with his unruly long air and scowl on his face. Looks like he was pouting.
Kagome fell into daze as she watched him till it gotten so deep that he turned around and gave her a rude, side glare. "What the heck are you looking at?"
What's his problem?
"Look! I have no time to talk to you, kid. Just back off and mind your own buisnese!" The thug answered.
The boy turned his attention to him and gave a scoff with a cold, dark glare.
Immediately, Kagome watched as he punched and knocked down the villains in a mere second. Never before, had she seen a kid like her beat down a whole gang of those despicable men. It was even better than those action films and the best thing of all, it was live!
The men groaned as they laid against the pavement with bruised and broken teeth. Weary were their looks since they've all been beaten by what they called a little brat.
"Never underestimate me! Got that!?" He asked as they nodded their heads, obediantely.
The boy turned to Kagome with the least bit of care. "What are you looking at? Huh? What's so funny?"
Kagome gave a nervous laugh at his answer and smiled. She didn't expect him to be like this. Maybe he could be a little kinder or softer since he rescued her. But anyways, since he was protecting her back there, maybe he could help her find her way to Sango's house. Besides, she didn't want to meet up with those thugs, again.
"Feh!"
He started heading off away in a carefree manner with his arms folded. He continued on like that until Kagome had nearly followed him to their way out of the nearest exit for 5 minutes and turned around with a very annoyed look on his face.
"What is your problem!? Quit following me!!"
This guy has some attitude problems…