Blast from the Past

Chapter Two

Written by: Nymphette

Disclaimer: ::Clings to Inuyasha doll:: NOOOOO!! It can't be true! And yet it is…. Inuyasha, and all his friends, sad to say, are not mine, nor will they ever be.

Author's Note: Sooo sooo sorry that this chapter came out as late as it did. I bet you all were thinking that I wasn't going to write any more of it, but I did. I just had a few issues with writer's block. Plus the fact that I made a bad mistake of not planning out my chapters, but I still like the way it turned out. I was actually more surprised with the fact that I still got reviews!! XD Soo happy! Anyways, enough of my blabbering. On with the story!

Ah, the beauty of autumn. The gentle wind caressing your face, the colorful leaves falling gently all around you… and lovers sucking face in the backseat of your car.

Kagome bit back a disgusted grunt as she drove herself and her friends, Sango and Miroku, home. She mentally kicked herself for having done this again, and prayed to the gods that the couple's car would soon be out of the gas station where it was being fixed. The old Ford that they had kept stalling out, and had to be brought in for inspection.

Fortunately though, for Kagome, home was approaching fast, and soon the sounds of the married couple coming from the back of the car would stop. But even though she was glad of this, Kagome also felt a sharp pain in her heart that could only be described as envy for Sango and Miroku because she wished that she could have someone as they had each other. Someone like that boy with the white hair and golden eyes that she had known all those years ago; the one that she had been so close to.

However, so lost was Kagome in her thoughts that she never even noticed that she passed the house she was aiming for until a feminine voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Kagome? Uh, Kagome, I think you just passed the house," Sango said, alerting the girl in the front.

Kagome, realizing that her friend was right, blushed profusely and stopped the car, putting it in reverse. Making sure that there weren't any cars behind her, the teacher sped up a little until they were back to the quaint, two-story house. Successfully parking the car in the driveway, she locked the door behind her. Sango was the first to speak as they walked up to the front door.

"So… what was that all about, Kagome? You seemed really out of it. I mean, passing the house like that," Sango said, Miroku walking in front of her and in through the door. She knew her friend enough that the younger woman wouldn't usually space out like that. She was way too sensible. Unless…

Kagome interrupted Sango's thoughts with an embarrassed cough. "Um, I was daydreaming actually," she muttered, stepping past Sango to get to the door. Sango did a double take.

"Daydreaming?" she asked, disbelievingly. "You haven't done anything like that since you were in high school.

Kagome's tomato-red complexion darkened as she tried to quell her old friend's queries. "Sango, I have no idea what you're talking about! I'm not that old! Of course I've daydreamed before. I'm not like Sesshoumaru, you know," she argued. But then, a reminder popped into Kagome's head, and she said, "Speaking of, I've got a party to get ready for." And with that, she hurried upstairs.

Sango growled low in her throat. "Damnit, I just know she's thinking about someone. She hasn't daydreamed or anything like that since Kouga, and then he…" but then, the older woman suddenly got an idea, and a grin slowly made it's way onto her face, and she walked inside, shutting the door behind her.

Kagome looked back at her car as Sango waved to her from the driver's seat. After the martial arts trainer told Kagome to call when she wanted to leave, she drove off, leaving the teacher on the front porch of the home of the stoic Sesshoumaru Takahashi. Kagome smiled back and hoped that Sango wouldn't hurt her 'baby', then walked towards the doorway, thinking about her and Sango's conversation earlier.

Kagome and Sango were in Kagome's room, helping the teacher get ready for the party she was supposed to go to. However, Sango wouldn't let Kagome off the hook about their earlier outside discussion.

"So, Kagome," Sango started as she fixed Kagome's black tresses, "who were you thinking about in the car? Was it Kouga?" She stopped brushing the younger girl's hair, and peered over her shoulder to look at her face.

Kagome sighed, half expecting this, but that still didn't make her want to talk. "First off, Sango, no, it wasn't Kouga," she shuddered at thinking of the dark-haired male, "and second, why are you asking me this now? Can't we talk about it later, or something?" After taking some lip liner, she began to smooth the colored substance around the outside of her lips. "I need to get ready."

Sango then sighed herself, continuing to brush Kagome's hair, resigning to the younger woman's word. "Okay, but we are going to talk about this later."

Kagome sighed inwardly, dreading the fateful 'conversation' that her best friend made her promise to do, later, when she got home. Shaking her head slowly, so as not to mess up her perfectly drawn-up ebony locks, she straightened out her forest green, sleeveless evening gown and walked up the stairs of the grand house to its door.

Tonight was the night of Sesshoumaru's thirtieth birthday, and in celebration of this 'joyous occasion', a party was to be held at his home. It was mostly close friends and family, and that sort of thing, but the younger woman was overjoyed all the same, and gladly accepted the invitation. But when he told her that he thought of her as family, Kagome became easily confused, telling him that they had only met a year and a half ago, and went to ask him what he meant. However, he only left her alone, saying, "I've known you for much longer, Kagome," with a laugh, and walked away.

Kagome soon approached the door, and leaving her disturbed thoughts behind her, she raised her hand to knock on the door. Upon knocking, the doors were opened to reveal a short, balding man with a tuxedo who introduced himself as Myoga.

Taken aback for a moment, Kagome introduced herself, and once she was recognized, she stepped inside, and heard the door shut with a light click behind her. Hiding a smile, the young teacher left her jacket with the old man and went in search of the lucky thirty-year-old.

At first, she was appalled that he would be talking to anyone of the female race other than Rin, his fiancée, but after she decided that she would get revenge for the young woman, Kagome snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. But when he looked back at her, and she looked up into his face, Kagome decided something was wrong, especially when his smile grew into a grin. Sesshoumaru never grinned. Of that she was certain. But, if this wasn't Sesshoumaru, then who was it?

"So, Inuyasha, how have you been?"

Inuyasha Takahashi tried unsuccessfully to loosen the collar around his neck as the heat from the room, not to mention the ridiculously large number of people there, tried to knock him off his feet, as well as the beautiful young woman standing next to him. So there he stood, nursing his punch. However, he realized early on that his drink would not help him much tonight.

"Feh, not much, I guess," he responded, loosening his tie a little more. He was really getting very tired.

Kikyou Hikiga, the young man's conversational partner, as it was, was very boring. Regardless of how beautiful she was, she didn't seem like she really knew how to talk to a guy. She also almost always talked about herself. This alone was enough to practically put Inuyasha to sleep, but seeing how she was the only one in the room more fascinating than anyone else, he just nodded, smiled, and drank the punch in his hand, trying to pay attention.

And he was, that is, until a pair of small arms wrapped around his waist in a soft grip.

"Geez, Sesshoumaru, what would Rin say if she saw you like this?"

Turning his head around, Inuyasha was surprised to find a young girl, well, at least, younger than he was, pressed against his back with her arms wrapped firmly around his waist, grinning up at him. But when his confused smile turned into a grin, hers turned into a frown, and she let go. However, he wasn't about to let go like she did so easily, and turned far enough to catch her in his arms. "Actually, Rin would encourage me," he said, laughing.

Kagome looked up at him in disbelief. "You're not Sesshoumaru," she whispered, surprised. But as she tried to get out of Inuyasha's soft, but firm, hold, he tightened it even more around her.

Inuyasha laughed. "I know I'm not Sesshoumaru." He looked at the girl who ran into him, and liked what he saw. She was very pretty, almost like an ethereal beauty, with her chocolate brown eyes and black, shimmering hair, and as his eyes roved down her figure, he found that she was filled out in all the right places, and it showed, especially in that tight-fitting green dress of hers.

Sighing, he shook his head, figuring that he should've let her go, uncomfortable as she seemed, but to him, it just felt right, felt familiar, and he didn't want to let go. Instead, he opted for an explanation, and when she looked up expectantly, he spoke again. "I'm Inuyasha, Sesshoumaru's young half-brother."

Kagome looked at the two almost identical boys as they looked back at her equally. All but twins, the half-brothers looked virtually identical, but with their gap in ages, some distinctions were obvious. But to be under the little girl's scrutiny was not why they were there, she knew. And when her mother looked down at her, preparing to speak, she would get her answers soon enough.

"Kagome, this is Inuyasha," Hana Higurashi introduced the younger boy, "and his older half-brother, Sesshoumaru." Kagome just sullenly looked at the two again.

The educator gasped in surprise. Since she hadn't seen Inuyasha in 15 years, she definitely didn't expect that he would look like this. And Sesshoumaru! He'd never even mentioned it! Looking up into Inuyasha's face, hoping that it was some mistake, Kagome immediately noticed the similarities between the boy she knew and the man who stood before her, grinning as he held her still in his arms.

There was no doubt about it. This man was definitely the boy Kagome knew so long ago. The golden-eyed, silver-haired Inuyasha Takahashi.

Kagome squealed.

Inuyasha was confused.

One minute the girl, whose name he still didn't know, was looking at him as if he had two heads, the second, she was smiling and laughing and hugging him until he had no air left. Well, he didn't know why, but it was all right, he guessed, as long as she was this way. Unfortunately, for conscience's sake, he knew he shouldn't let her go on the way she was. But just when he was about to ask her what was going on, his beloved older half-brother showed up.

"Ah, Inuyasha. I see you have met Kagome."

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow. Well, at least he knew what her name was now. "Yeah, apparently. I think she's drunk," he said, raising his eyebrow up further. Her happiness and hyper activities had to be the result of a drunken stupor.

However, Kagome heard what he had said, and anger immediately flared up. "Excuse me, Inuyasha, but I'm not drunk," she said. But then a look of sadness crossed her face. "You seriously don't know who I am?" she asked.

Inuyasha looked down at her, letting her go for the moment. "No," he admitted, almost shamefully, "I don't know who you are." He looked to Sesshoumaru for help, but his older half-brother just looked back, telling him to fix his own problems.

Sesshoumaru walked over to his brother and Kagome and drew her away from Inuyasha, telling her that Rin wanted to talk to her. Apparently his fast plan to get Kagome away from Inuyasha for the moment worked, as Kagome smiled once more and walked off to find her friend. However, the second he saw that she was out of view, he turned back to his brother and gave him the coldest stare that he could conjure up.

And it worked too. Inuyasha was scared out of his wits, but not so that he still managed to fight. "What'd I do?" he asked. He still couldn't figure out why his brother was so mad, and why that girl was upset that he didn't remember her. As far as he knew, he'd never met her in his life. "I don't know that girl, so I don't know why you're getting so mad."

Hmm, apparently he's serious, Sesshoumaru thought. Resigning himself to that truth, he sighed, and laid a hand on his little brother's shoulder. "You're sure you don't know who she is?" he asked. He couldn't believe that two people who had once been so close could be so far apart, and he really didn't want to see that happen to them.

Unfortunately, Inuyasha only shook his head and replied, "No. I can't say that I have ever seen her before. However, I get a distinct feeling of familiarity, and apparently, she does too. Who is she?" Inuyasha wanted desperately to know what Sesshoumaru knew already, but his brother was obviously going to make him work for this knowledge.

However, Sesshoumaru was not of the same mind, because he knew that Inuyasha would never figure it out on his own. So that left it up to him. Sighing again, he said, "I still can't figure out why you can't remember your best friend from so long ago, Kagome, of the Higurashi family that lived next to us."

"Higurashi… OH MY GOD!"