Disclaimer: I didn't own him in any of my other stories, so why would I own
him now?
"A Hanyou In The Heart" by Inu Faceness
Chapter Two: Changes
Kagome sat up in her queen-sized bed. She had had that dream again. She brought one hand to her head; running it through her soft, raven hair. For years she had been having the same dream. Kagome grabbed the quilt that she was wrapped in and flung it off her and onto the other side of the bed. She stood, her bare feet on the warm rug next to her bedside table. Opening a drawer to the table, she removed her diary. Kagome wrote in it every night since she was eleven, when she started having the reoccurring dreams. She sat on her bed again, flipping on a lamp, pulling her blanket back around her.
She opened the diary to the back page. The pressed flower fell into her hand and she smiled softly. The same flower he had given her almost seven years ago. Kagome picked up a gold pen and again smiled. 'It reminds me of his eyes,' she thought, absentmindedly twirling it between each finger. 'That's why I got it, and the so many before it.' She removed the cap and began writing.
~*~
Dear Diary~
Hey. I had the dream again. Yeah, what's new * laugh * I always have it. But only this time, we were older. We weren't kids like in all my other dreams. I was my age I am now, 17, which would make him eighteen. Here, I'll write it before I forget completely.
I was walking through the playground, smiling and sat in one of the swings. The breeze played with my hair. Then, I felt someone start pushing me. I look behind me and there he was. Songiya Inu Yasha. His hair was longer, a little past his butt; his triangular ears were a little bigger on the top of his head. He wore a red button down shirt, open slightly at the top to show off his toned chest. Those black shorts, that resembled the ones he wore on that day, were knee length and had many pockets on the legs. He smiled when he saw me look at him, a fang protruding from his lip. His features proved that he had indeed grown up. His face was hardly that of a child, but still had that immature air about it.
"Hey, wench," he said to me. I smiled.
"Was sup, dog face?" he laughed lightly and continued to push me on the swing. I stopped myself and got out of the swing. I stood in front of him and placed my hand on his chest. "You," I said, running my hand further down his chest, slowly, though, with every word, "are...IT!" I yelled and ran off.
That's how I remember us, ya know? Young and having fun. I was running, still no match for his inhuman speed. He caught me of course, but we tumbled to the ground, rolling a few times. It ended; he was on top of me. His hair fell around us and he smiled at me. I could have died, for his smile always melted my heart, even as a little kid.
"I have to go, Kagome," he said quietly, not making a move to leave. I whimpered.
"No, Inu Yasha. You just got here. Don't leave me again." I wrapped my arms around his shoulders in an attempt to keep him there forever.
"Kagome, listen to me. We will meet again. Don't give up. I will see you again." Then, he kissed me.
Not really, I woke up before our lips touched. * Sigh * I wish I knew where he was. I haven't seen him since that day in the park. I knew that day I was in love with him. He wasn't disgusted by me, with my oily hair, glasses, braces, and ugly facial features. He was my friend. Now, if I saw him, what would he think of me? I grew up, a little. My hair grew out and is no longer oily, my teeth straightened out, so I got rid of my braces. I had surgery on my eyes to fix my vision. Would he still accept me as that ugly little girl he befriended?
School is going to start in a little while, for it is almost 6:30. Luckily, I only have a few more months of the torture. I wish he went to my school, so I could at least see him. He doesn't have to stay my friend; I just want to know what happened to him. Why hadn't he come to see me, play with me at the park when I was there? So many questions that I want to ask someone that I am not sure even existed in the first place. He seemed too perfect to be real. He was someone who was my friend, so how could he be real? * Sigh * Inu Yasha, give me a sign that you exist. I have this flower, but I need closure. Where are you, and why haven't we seen each other?
Later, Diary. I must get ready for school. Sango's picking me up early.
~Kagome
~*~
Kagome placed the little daisy on the page she left on and closed the book. Turning off the lamp, she made her way to the main light switch, her diary still in hand. She flipped the switch and the room was filled with light. Kagome walked to her sliding window that led to a balcony. She pulled open her silk red curtains and sunlight flowed in. Fresh air exchanged with the stale air in her room as Kagome opened the doors. The wind felt refreshing and Kagome closed her eyes to welcome the feeling.
She walked back to her table and placed her diary on the edge. On the front of the red leather cover were the words "I Dream of You Because I Love You" in black ink. A small hand drawn daisy decorated the spine and little leaves and petals were scattered around the words on the front. Kagome had done this the first day she got it.
Kagome made her way to her dresser and pulled out her school uniform: the white blouse with short sleeves and green skirt combination she was all too familiar with. She removed her pajamas and quickly shimmied into the outfit. She stood before her mirror, brushing her hair. Her reflection was nothing like it was before. The childlike face was gone, replaced by features of a mature woman. Her sparkling blue eyes were out and free of any cage. She put her comb down and walked to her door.
Her dream was still heavy on her mind. Was that truly what he would look like now? Would he still be her friend? Will she ever see him again? 'We will meet again. Don't give up.' His voice rang in her head. Kagome gripped the door handle and made her way out of the room. Upon walking past the laundry room, she grabbed a clean pair of socks and continued down the hallway before coming into the kitchen.
"Hey, sis," Sota, her 12 year old brother, was sitting at the table, eating Rice Krispies® and drinking orange juice. Her mother stood at the counter humming quietly to herself before turning to face Kagome. The past three years had been difficult on her, as well as the rest of the family, with the passing of her husband. Mrs. Higurashi would always be up early making breakfast to keep her from worrying about the plane crash.
"Morning, Sota, Mom," Kagome hugged her mom before grabbing two toaster strudels. Kagome sat in the chair at the head of the table and stretched. "Oh, it's so nice only having a little while longer to have to put up with school." She grabbed her breakfast and began to dig in.
"Oh, shut up, Kagome. Stop rubbin' it in." Sota drank the milk left in his bowl. He reached for his half glass of juice.
"Hey, Sota," Kagome said, grinning as she reached for her full glass. "Wanna have some fun?" Her little brother nodded. "Who ever drinks their juice the fastest gets out of chores. The loser has to do 'em all."
"You're on!" He said eagerly. "Mom, countdown from three?" Mrs. Higurashi smiled and complied. Sota drank his with ease and Kagome's supper chugging commenced. Although Sota had the upper hand, his speed was nothing compared to Kagome's. She slammed her glass down as he took his last swig. "No fair! I didn't drink as fast as I coulda. You won because I had sympathy for you." Sota always tried to cover for his loss.
Kagome stood and ruffled her little brother's hair. "Sure thing, kid. Don't forget: you lost the bet! You got double the chores!" She grabbed her book bag and darted out the door with a quick goodbye to her mother.
~*~END CHAPTER TWO~*~
"A Hanyou In The Heart" by Inu Faceness
Chapter Two: Changes
Kagome sat up in her queen-sized bed. She had had that dream again. She brought one hand to her head; running it through her soft, raven hair. For years she had been having the same dream. Kagome grabbed the quilt that she was wrapped in and flung it off her and onto the other side of the bed. She stood, her bare feet on the warm rug next to her bedside table. Opening a drawer to the table, she removed her diary. Kagome wrote in it every night since she was eleven, when she started having the reoccurring dreams. She sat on her bed again, flipping on a lamp, pulling her blanket back around her.
She opened the diary to the back page. The pressed flower fell into her hand and she smiled softly. The same flower he had given her almost seven years ago. Kagome picked up a gold pen and again smiled. 'It reminds me of his eyes,' she thought, absentmindedly twirling it between each finger. 'That's why I got it, and the so many before it.' She removed the cap and began writing.
~*~
Dear Diary~
Hey. I had the dream again. Yeah, what's new * laugh * I always have it. But only this time, we were older. We weren't kids like in all my other dreams. I was my age I am now, 17, which would make him eighteen. Here, I'll write it before I forget completely.
I was walking through the playground, smiling and sat in one of the swings. The breeze played with my hair. Then, I felt someone start pushing me. I look behind me and there he was. Songiya Inu Yasha. His hair was longer, a little past his butt; his triangular ears were a little bigger on the top of his head. He wore a red button down shirt, open slightly at the top to show off his toned chest. Those black shorts, that resembled the ones he wore on that day, were knee length and had many pockets on the legs. He smiled when he saw me look at him, a fang protruding from his lip. His features proved that he had indeed grown up. His face was hardly that of a child, but still had that immature air about it.
"Hey, wench," he said to me. I smiled.
"Was sup, dog face?" he laughed lightly and continued to push me on the swing. I stopped myself and got out of the swing. I stood in front of him and placed my hand on his chest. "You," I said, running my hand further down his chest, slowly, though, with every word, "are...IT!" I yelled and ran off.
That's how I remember us, ya know? Young and having fun. I was running, still no match for his inhuman speed. He caught me of course, but we tumbled to the ground, rolling a few times. It ended; he was on top of me. His hair fell around us and he smiled at me. I could have died, for his smile always melted my heart, even as a little kid.
"I have to go, Kagome," he said quietly, not making a move to leave. I whimpered.
"No, Inu Yasha. You just got here. Don't leave me again." I wrapped my arms around his shoulders in an attempt to keep him there forever.
"Kagome, listen to me. We will meet again. Don't give up. I will see you again." Then, he kissed me.
Not really, I woke up before our lips touched. * Sigh * I wish I knew where he was. I haven't seen him since that day in the park. I knew that day I was in love with him. He wasn't disgusted by me, with my oily hair, glasses, braces, and ugly facial features. He was my friend. Now, if I saw him, what would he think of me? I grew up, a little. My hair grew out and is no longer oily, my teeth straightened out, so I got rid of my braces. I had surgery on my eyes to fix my vision. Would he still accept me as that ugly little girl he befriended?
School is going to start in a little while, for it is almost 6:30. Luckily, I only have a few more months of the torture. I wish he went to my school, so I could at least see him. He doesn't have to stay my friend; I just want to know what happened to him. Why hadn't he come to see me, play with me at the park when I was there? So many questions that I want to ask someone that I am not sure even existed in the first place. He seemed too perfect to be real. He was someone who was my friend, so how could he be real? * Sigh * Inu Yasha, give me a sign that you exist. I have this flower, but I need closure. Where are you, and why haven't we seen each other?
Later, Diary. I must get ready for school. Sango's picking me up early.
~Kagome
~*~
Kagome placed the little daisy on the page she left on and closed the book. Turning off the lamp, she made her way to the main light switch, her diary still in hand. She flipped the switch and the room was filled with light. Kagome walked to her sliding window that led to a balcony. She pulled open her silk red curtains and sunlight flowed in. Fresh air exchanged with the stale air in her room as Kagome opened the doors. The wind felt refreshing and Kagome closed her eyes to welcome the feeling.
She walked back to her table and placed her diary on the edge. On the front of the red leather cover were the words "I Dream of You Because I Love You" in black ink. A small hand drawn daisy decorated the spine and little leaves and petals were scattered around the words on the front. Kagome had done this the first day she got it.
Kagome made her way to her dresser and pulled out her school uniform: the white blouse with short sleeves and green skirt combination she was all too familiar with. She removed her pajamas and quickly shimmied into the outfit. She stood before her mirror, brushing her hair. Her reflection was nothing like it was before. The childlike face was gone, replaced by features of a mature woman. Her sparkling blue eyes were out and free of any cage. She put her comb down and walked to her door.
Her dream was still heavy on her mind. Was that truly what he would look like now? Would he still be her friend? Will she ever see him again? 'We will meet again. Don't give up.' His voice rang in her head. Kagome gripped the door handle and made her way out of the room. Upon walking past the laundry room, she grabbed a clean pair of socks and continued down the hallway before coming into the kitchen.
"Hey, sis," Sota, her 12 year old brother, was sitting at the table, eating Rice Krispies® and drinking orange juice. Her mother stood at the counter humming quietly to herself before turning to face Kagome. The past three years had been difficult on her, as well as the rest of the family, with the passing of her husband. Mrs. Higurashi would always be up early making breakfast to keep her from worrying about the plane crash.
"Morning, Sota, Mom," Kagome hugged her mom before grabbing two toaster strudels. Kagome sat in the chair at the head of the table and stretched. "Oh, it's so nice only having a little while longer to have to put up with school." She grabbed her breakfast and began to dig in.
"Oh, shut up, Kagome. Stop rubbin' it in." Sota drank the milk left in his bowl. He reached for his half glass of juice.
"Hey, Sota," Kagome said, grinning as she reached for her full glass. "Wanna have some fun?" Her little brother nodded. "Who ever drinks their juice the fastest gets out of chores. The loser has to do 'em all."
"You're on!" He said eagerly. "Mom, countdown from three?" Mrs. Higurashi smiled and complied. Sota drank his with ease and Kagome's supper chugging commenced. Although Sota had the upper hand, his speed was nothing compared to Kagome's. She slammed her glass down as he took his last swig. "No fair! I didn't drink as fast as I coulda. You won because I had sympathy for you." Sota always tried to cover for his loss.
Kagome stood and ruffled her little brother's hair. "Sure thing, kid. Don't forget: you lost the bet! You got double the chores!" She grabbed her book bag and darted out the door with a quick goodbye to her mother.
~*~END CHAPTER TWO~*~