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Chapter Seven

Kagome woke up Sunday afternoon and couldn't believe last night. With Buyo snoring lightly on her stomach and the sunlight engulfing her room everything seemed like it had been a bad dream. To convince herself that it had all been fake, she touched her cheek. Pain flared up and she cringed. It had been real.

She sat up and Buyo rolled off of her, very indignant behavior for a cat. She looked around and saw the tea she had forgotten about was still on her nightstand. She reached for it stiffly, her body was sore and tense, and chugged the slightly warm drink. Nonetheless, it still chased the last bit of grogginess from her system.

Fully awake now, she realized she had fallen asleep wrapped in her towel. She readjusted it and stood up, her bones popping. She pulled a pair of yoga pants, underwear, and an old, oversized shirt out of her dresser. She changed into them and did some stretches to help loosen up.

Feeling much better, Kagome descended the stairs and went into the kitchen. A note form her mother was taped to the fridge. She pulled it off and read:

Sweetie,

I got called into work today. Sorry, but I wish I was home instead with you. Souta went off with a friend and Grandpa is exorcising something. I called your work and explained what happened, the choice to continue there is yours. One of your friends called and I thought you'd want them to know, so I told them too. Don't forget to file a police report and there's some soup in the fridge.

The girl sighed. She knew her mom meant well by telling her employer and friends, but she had probably made it sound like she had been raped. Last night it had taken a lot of convincing to maker her mother see that she'd come close, but hadn't been violated.

Kagome opened up the refrigerator and took out the container of soup. She spooned some out into a pot and set it on the stove to heat. While she waited she called "Gas 4 You" and expressed her willingness to continue working there, much to her boss's delight. She refused to let her life be ruled by the fear of seeing her assailant again and she would go about her life as if nothing had happened. Or at least try to anyway.

The soup was done and she didn't feel like using a bowl, so she it straight from the pot. When she was done, she cleaned up and then dialed the police department. As she waited for some one to pick up, she was overwhelmed with an anxious feeling. Finally, someone answered.

"Tokyo Police Department, Precinct Forty-Three. How may I help you?"

She cleared her throat and answered, "I'd like to report a rape attempt." Her voice sounded small.

"Transferring to Sex Crimes," there was a pause and then a new voice sounded.

"Sex Crimes Division."

"I'd like to report a rape attempt..." she repeated.

"Name?" The voice sounded bored.

"Higurahi, Kagome."

"Where did the assault occur?"

"At a restaurant called 'Gas 4 You' around two a.m."

"Did you happen to catch his name?"

"Yes, it was someone named Naraku. I'm not sure on the last." When she said this, there was a snort of disbelief from the officer.

"There's only one Naraku in the computer and he's the D.A.'s nephew. There've been several false accusations against him made from families with old grudges. Do you expect me to believe he tried to rape you?" The line disconnected with a slam.

Kagome went back to her room and curled up on her bed in defeat. She wanted to cry. A part of her wanted to call and report the officer, but she never got his name. The girl's intuition told her that if she tried again, she'd get the same reaction.

Buyo jumped up on her pillow and rubbed his head on her chin. He meowed loudly and gently licked her nose with his rough tongue. The girl smiled slightly and pulled him close, like a child's security toy. Kagome suddenly felt exhausted and she drifted off into a fretful slumber.

A/N: Short chapter...sorry. I'm trying to lengthen them, but as you can plainly see, it's not working. I meant to post more but it's been a very, very bad week. Please review, you guys make me so happy when you do. I know that this is turning out to be somewhat cliché, but bear with me. It'll have some wild turns in it soon.

Oh yeah, the second cop's character is based off of Sergeant Duffy in "Sorry, Wrong Number,"- a one-act play.