Diary
by Keruseyu
Chapter one
Siblings, schools, and a lot of catching up
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Keru-chan: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! TEEN TITANS!!! Oh, sorry, didn't see you. ^.^! I LOVE Teen Titans! I'm a corny, love-any-anime-that-looks-cool-and-is-on-either-Disney-or-Cartoon-network. Exceptions: He-man. (Can't stand it!) Anything with the word 'transformer' in its title. Cyborg 009, hate it. Gundam SD: Despise it. Big O: Loathe it. I like Totally Spies (corny.), Inuyasha, any form of DB or DBZ, Yu-gi-oh (cornier____), etc. Hamtaro is just scary. Well, lets get on with it. The dates in this 'diary' skip every week or so. Get used to it.
I wrote the paragraph above yesterday. I don't know why, but I was so happy this morning. I practically was saying 'happyhappyhappy' all day. And then whenever my friend dropped his guard, I jumped into his face and screamed "HAPPY!!!!" At the top of my lungs. Today was good.
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November 15, 2003. Somewhere over Japan
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High above the clouds, a lone jet wove gracefully in and around fluffy white clouds.
Inside, the jet's lone passenger reclined on a comfy, no-backed sofa. The pink velvet covering the lavishly made piece of furniture rustled over a good foot of squishy padding as the person atop it shifted.
It was a girl- woman, that is. Her raven hair was pulled into a low ponytail, cascading like a glossy waterfall to her mid-back. She wore lavender designer capris, and her blouse, though plain pink silk, was obviously designer, too. If her clothes didn't speak of richness, then her diamond necklace and matching earrings certainly would. And the private jet she was sitting in. All the furniture was either silk or velvet, in shades that went from the lightest pink to royal purple. The only plain thing in the room was the leather-bound diary sitting in her lap. Though the girl obviously loved girly colors, she was definitly not a lily-footed ninny, scared of her own shadow.
She turned to the title page. It was inscribed with her name and who had given in to her. She turned to a lined page and set her pen to work.
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'Hello, diary.
My name is Kagome Higurashi. I am sixteen years old and an orphan, and currently the richest teenager in the world. In 1999...'
Kagome finished her five-page entry, staring at the expensive, though plain cover. It seemed those five pages had described everthing she thought or knew. She shook her head before shoving the small book under her couch in a small rectagular pit made for excess items she wanted to get out of the way. Getting up from her seat, she crossed gracefully over to the small pink refrigerator in the corner, taking out a bottle of sprite remix. Tilting it back, she took a long gulp and put it back. She grabbed a teddy bear from her in-flight bed and fell onto it, falling into a deep sleep.
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Kagome inspected her new seaside home. Pink tinted marble- she liked that. In fact, she liked anything pink. Her elder sister, Kikyo, liked black. Kagome didn't really mind. She hardly ever contacted her rather remote sister.
Kikyo, 8 years older than Kagome, hadn't been part of her life since she moved out when Kagome was 8. Even at her early age, Kagome had overheard scoldings her sister had gotten for 'helping' the poolboy 'clean the pool.' Kagome had loved her sibling, though they were not as close as many other sibling pairs. At school, Kikyo had always looked after her. But now, after 8 years of practically no physical contact with her stand-offish sister, Kagome supposed they would never become friends again.
So imagine how surprised she was when her black-clad sister stepped around the corner.
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Kagome's POV.
Kikyo smiled lightly as I stared in suprise. "Kikyo!" I blurted out. I couldn't remember when she had looked this pretty.
Black really does suit her- just like pink suits me. Nearly every inch of her pale skin was covered in black fabric. Her shirt was a tad bit short, revealing one centimeter of ivory around her waist. Her jeans were tight black lowriders, riddled with pockets. She wore onyx crosses on her ears, followed by little black rings- four on her left ear, three on the right.
She raised a red-nailed hand in greeting. "Yo." I raised one eyebrow, somehow managing to keep my own cool. 'Yo- is that all I get after eight years?' I thought. "Hello, Kikyo. It's very nice to see you. Are you staying here presently?" My real thought was 'when are you leaving?' Kikyo smiled wryly, and, sensing my inner thought, began to speak. "I won't be leaving any time soon. My counciler says I'm emotionally unstable and that I should stay here for awhile.
"But of course, that's bull shit. That bastard just wants to get rid of me. He has to deal with mental pansies all the time, so I think that since I'm a sensible person, he finds me very stressful."
I felt my lips turn up. I loved Kikyo's gruff act. "That's great, sis!" I smiled, showing my perfect white teeth in a truly heartfelt gesture. Kikyo's lopsided grin reminded me of another of her habits: she rarely smiled.
Motioning to my lugagge boy, I walked her to the elevator. "So, which rooms are we staying in?" I questioned. "Top floor, just how we like it. And they're decorated acordingly." She winked at me, raising one delicatly arched eyebrow and eyeing my girly apparel. I blushed. "Still got the pink going on?" I was now perfectly magenta. "Yeah..." The elevator stopped abruptly; we were both thrown forward.
Spread-eagled on the floor, we exchanged amused glances before bursting at the seams with giggles. We staggered off down the hall, catching up on our years apart, leaving the luggage boy to get stuck in the elevator.
Yup, she was still the same old Kikyo.
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Yo, yo, yo! Whaddaya think? I just got back from the mall! Yay! ^.^!!!!!!!! LK bought an awesome YYH poster at Suncoast. It's got Kurama on it, in both of his forms. Kurama is SO fine!!!!
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Someone banged on Kagome's door, awakening her from deep slumber. "Mistress Kagome? Mistress Kagome?" she rolled grumpily out of bed. Kagome stared at her pink kitty calander, noting absently it was the first day of her new highschool. She was almost to the door when she turned and grabbed the calander. "AIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Could be heard all the way from the eleventh floor, where she slept, to the first level.
Kagome rushed into her lavish bathroom, throwing off her pajamas. She turned the shower faucet on 'Hot' and jumped in the shower, taking a look at all her bathing products. Picking strawberry-scented shampoo and condtioners, she let the steamy water soak her hair as she slid a cd into her expensive pink shower radio.
Cowboy Bebop's 'Yo Pumpkin Head' came on, blaring over the tiny speakers. The wordless, jazzy music woke her up in places water couldn't reach. Kagome's heart lifted as high as the skies, thinking of how she and her dad had listened to this song a sparse four years ago.
Kagome massaged the foamy soap lather into her hair, thinking blissfully of times when her parents had been with her. A small 'beep' sounded, and the song changed to 'Real Folk Blues.'
Kagome got out of the shower, feeling for one of her fluffy towels while flipping through her phonebook for her stylist's room number. Or maybe the intercom? She chose the latter and picked up her phone, pressing one for intercom. "Kagome speaking. I would appreciate it if Harumi Nasuki met me in my room in... ten minutes. Thank you for your attention!"
Hanging up the phone, Kagome preceded to dry herself off with her lavender towel. Still wearing the towel, she stepped into her room, automatically pressing a silver button on the panel beside the doorway. Half her wall flipped around to show her entire wardrobe, from sports clothes to evening dresses. Flipping through them, Kagome decided on a mini skirt and a blouse. The mini skirt was purple and the top was pink. She had just started to dress when the door opened. Kagome squeaked and ducked behind her bed, only to find Kikyo standing over her, inspecting her dress choice.
Kikyo, rolling her eyes, dragged her out of the room fully clothed to her own room. "Jeez, Kag, throw away the pink already! I know you're fond of it, and a touch of a feminine color is nice now and then, but it makes you look way too childish!!!!!" After Kikyo and Kagome had spent all night catching up, it had become obvious their sisterly love hadn't been tarnished by eight years of living apart.
Practically tossing Kagome on the bed, she pressed her own silver button. Her own wardrobe swung into view. Slightly smaller than Kagome's, but very multicolored, unlike Kagome's pink and purple oblivion. Kikyo went through her wardrobe, flinging out piece after piece of clothing. Kagome gave a small "Eek!" when Kikyo chose. "I-it's not pink!" She squalled. Kikyo gave her a deadpan look. "No, Kagome, it's blue." "But blue is a boyish color!" "Is NOT!!!!" "Is TOO!"
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About ten minutes later, both Kikyo and Kagome were out of breath. In the end, Kikyo had managed to get Kagome into hip-hugger blue jeans and a midriff shirt, which was black. She had also managed to get Kagome some black cross earrings.
Kagome eyed herself warily in the mirror, thinking. "Okay... This isn't that bad." 'This is great! I never tried on blue before, but it looks really cute!' She tugged at the black shirt. 'Don't know about the black, but hey, who cares anyway?'
Kikyo was currently looking through her clothes again; she came out of her monstrous wardrobe with black heeled boots and a long, warm trench coat. (It's November, people!)
Kagome put these on as Kikyo picked up a hairdryer to style her hair.
10 minutes later...
Kagome's hair was in a low ponytail, tied with blue-edged black ribbon. After she had done Kagome's hair, she had applied
Kagome was getting her school supplies ready when she began to giggle.
Kikyo raised an eyebrow. "Um, Kag?"
"N-nani?"
"Why are you laughing?"
"Because we're both the same size and we didn't even notice!"
"........"
"Haha!"
"......................................................"
"Omigoshi'mgonnabelatebyeKikyo!"
Kagome ran out of the room, leaving behind her bewildered sister.
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Stupid, huh? This is a pretty long chappie! I'm so glad!
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Kagome's black stretch limo pulled up in front of her new private school. She stepped put of the car, walking to the red
doors with subdued grace. Stepping into the abandoned hall, she stared at the paper in her hand and set out down the quiet
hall to her locker.
She had history first, then trigonometry, P.E, lunch, chemistry, art, english, and finally theater arts. (Very busy, ne?)
There were locker breaks between each subject, so she only needed her binder and her history book, and all the notes she had taken in her previous school.
She found her locker, shoved in her bag, and headed for classroom 5b.
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"Mr. Taishou, I'd appreciate it if you paid attention."
Inuyasha Taishou rolled his eyes. "Really. How nice." He murmured. The class giggled. The teacher shook his head and turned back to the board.
Five minutes later, while the bald man was explaining the strategics of the Civil War, the door slowly opened.
Inuyasha looked up. A raven-haired girl stepped through the opening, smiling apologetically at the teacher.
"Um, Mr. Hatsuyu, I'm sorry to intrude, but if my schedule's correct, this is my first class. I'm sorry to be late."
The man smiled back. "It's fine, Ms. Higurashi. Please, take a seat."
Kagome glanced around the room. Half the class was staring at her, and whispers of "Kagome Higurashi!" rippled through the students.
She took a seat beside the only person who looked like they didn't care- a silver-haired boy in the corner.
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HAHAHAHA! Cliffhanger! Review, review, review!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!
by Keruseyu
Chapter one
Siblings, schools, and a lot of catching up
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Keru-chan: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! TEEN TITANS!!! Oh, sorry, didn't see you. ^.^! I LOVE Teen Titans! I'm a corny, love-any-anime-that-looks-cool-and-is-on-either-Disney-or-Cartoon-network. Exceptions: He-man. (Can't stand it!) Anything with the word 'transformer' in its title. Cyborg 009, hate it. Gundam SD: Despise it. Big O: Loathe it. I like Totally Spies (corny.), Inuyasha, any form of DB or DBZ, Yu-gi-oh (cornier____), etc. Hamtaro is just scary. Well, lets get on with it. The dates in this 'diary' skip every week or so. Get used to it.
I wrote the paragraph above yesterday. I don't know why, but I was so happy this morning. I practically was saying 'happyhappyhappy' all day. And then whenever my friend dropped his guard, I jumped into his face and screamed "HAPPY!!!!" At the top of my lungs. Today was good.
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November 15, 2003. Somewhere over Japan
===
High above the clouds, a lone jet wove gracefully in and around fluffy white clouds.
Inside, the jet's lone passenger reclined on a comfy, no-backed sofa. The pink velvet covering the lavishly made piece of furniture rustled over a good foot of squishy padding as the person atop it shifted.
It was a girl- woman, that is. Her raven hair was pulled into a low ponytail, cascading like a glossy waterfall to her mid-back. She wore lavender designer capris, and her blouse, though plain pink silk, was obviously designer, too. If her clothes didn't speak of richness, then her diamond necklace and matching earrings certainly would. And the private jet she was sitting in. All the furniture was either silk or velvet, in shades that went from the lightest pink to royal purple. The only plain thing in the room was the leather-bound diary sitting in her lap. Though the girl obviously loved girly colors, she was definitly not a lily-footed ninny, scared of her own shadow.
She turned to the title page. It was inscribed with her name and who had given in to her. She turned to a lined page and set her pen to work.
===
'Hello, diary.
My name is Kagome Higurashi. I am sixteen years old and an orphan, and currently the richest teenager in the world. In 1999...'
Kagome finished her five-page entry, staring at the expensive, though plain cover. It seemed those five pages had described everthing she thought or knew. She shook her head before shoving the small book under her couch in a small rectagular pit made for excess items she wanted to get out of the way. Getting up from her seat, she crossed gracefully over to the small pink refrigerator in the corner, taking out a bottle of sprite remix. Tilting it back, she took a long gulp and put it back. She grabbed a teddy bear from her in-flight bed and fell onto it, falling into a deep sleep.
===
Kagome inspected her new seaside home. Pink tinted marble- she liked that. In fact, she liked anything pink. Her elder sister, Kikyo, liked black. Kagome didn't really mind. She hardly ever contacted her rather remote sister.
Kikyo, 8 years older than Kagome, hadn't been part of her life since she moved out when Kagome was 8. Even at her early age, Kagome had overheard scoldings her sister had gotten for 'helping' the poolboy 'clean the pool.' Kagome had loved her sibling, though they were not as close as many other sibling pairs. At school, Kikyo had always looked after her. But now, after 8 years of practically no physical contact with her stand-offish sister, Kagome supposed they would never become friends again.
So imagine how surprised she was when her black-clad sister stepped around the corner.
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Kagome's POV.
Kikyo smiled lightly as I stared in suprise. "Kikyo!" I blurted out. I couldn't remember when she had looked this pretty.
Black really does suit her- just like pink suits me. Nearly every inch of her pale skin was covered in black fabric. Her shirt was a tad bit short, revealing one centimeter of ivory around her waist. Her jeans were tight black lowriders, riddled with pockets. She wore onyx crosses on her ears, followed by little black rings- four on her left ear, three on the right.
She raised a red-nailed hand in greeting. "Yo." I raised one eyebrow, somehow managing to keep my own cool. 'Yo- is that all I get after eight years?' I thought. "Hello, Kikyo. It's very nice to see you. Are you staying here presently?" My real thought was 'when are you leaving?' Kikyo smiled wryly, and, sensing my inner thought, began to speak. "I won't be leaving any time soon. My counciler says I'm emotionally unstable and that I should stay here for awhile.
"But of course, that's bull shit. That bastard just wants to get rid of me. He has to deal with mental pansies all the time, so I think that since I'm a sensible person, he finds me very stressful."
I felt my lips turn up. I loved Kikyo's gruff act. "That's great, sis!" I smiled, showing my perfect white teeth in a truly heartfelt gesture. Kikyo's lopsided grin reminded me of another of her habits: she rarely smiled.
Motioning to my lugagge boy, I walked her to the elevator. "So, which rooms are we staying in?" I questioned. "Top floor, just how we like it. And they're decorated acordingly." She winked at me, raising one delicatly arched eyebrow and eyeing my girly apparel. I blushed. "Still got the pink going on?" I was now perfectly magenta. "Yeah..." The elevator stopped abruptly; we were both thrown forward.
Spread-eagled on the floor, we exchanged amused glances before bursting at the seams with giggles. We staggered off down the hall, catching up on our years apart, leaving the luggage boy to get stuck in the elevator.
Yup, she was still the same old Kikyo.
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Yo, yo, yo! Whaddaya think? I just got back from the mall! Yay! ^.^!!!!!!!! LK bought an awesome YYH poster at Suncoast. It's got Kurama on it, in both of his forms. Kurama is SO fine!!!!
===
Someone banged on Kagome's door, awakening her from deep slumber. "Mistress Kagome? Mistress Kagome?" she rolled grumpily out of bed. Kagome stared at her pink kitty calander, noting absently it was the first day of her new highschool. She was almost to the door when she turned and grabbed the calander. "AIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Could be heard all the way from the eleventh floor, where she slept, to the first level.
Kagome rushed into her lavish bathroom, throwing off her pajamas. She turned the shower faucet on 'Hot' and jumped in the shower, taking a look at all her bathing products. Picking strawberry-scented shampoo and condtioners, she let the steamy water soak her hair as she slid a cd into her expensive pink shower radio.
Cowboy Bebop's 'Yo Pumpkin Head' came on, blaring over the tiny speakers. The wordless, jazzy music woke her up in places water couldn't reach. Kagome's heart lifted as high as the skies, thinking of how she and her dad had listened to this song a sparse four years ago.
Kagome massaged the foamy soap lather into her hair, thinking blissfully of times when her parents had been with her. A small 'beep' sounded, and the song changed to 'Real Folk Blues.'
Kagome got out of the shower, feeling for one of her fluffy towels while flipping through her phonebook for her stylist's room number. Or maybe the intercom? She chose the latter and picked up her phone, pressing one for intercom. "Kagome speaking. I would appreciate it if Harumi Nasuki met me in my room in... ten minutes. Thank you for your attention!"
Hanging up the phone, Kagome preceded to dry herself off with her lavender towel. Still wearing the towel, she stepped into her room, automatically pressing a silver button on the panel beside the doorway. Half her wall flipped around to show her entire wardrobe, from sports clothes to evening dresses. Flipping through them, Kagome decided on a mini skirt and a blouse. The mini skirt was purple and the top was pink. She had just started to dress when the door opened. Kagome squeaked and ducked behind her bed, only to find Kikyo standing over her, inspecting her dress choice.
Kikyo, rolling her eyes, dragged her out of the room fully clothed to her own room. "Jeez, Kag, throw away the pink already! I know you're fond of it, and a touch of a feminine color is nice now and then, but it makes you look way too childish!!!!!" After Kikyo and Kagome had spent all night catching up, it had become obvious their sisterly love hadn't been tarnished by eight years of living apart.
Practically tossing Kagome on the bed, she pressed her own silver button. Her own wardrobe swung into view. Slightly smaller than Kagome's, but very multicolored, unlike Kagome's pink and purple oblivion. Kikyo went through her wardrobe, flinging out piece after piece of clothing. Kagome gave a small "Eek!" when Kikyo chose. "I-it's not pink!" She squalled. Kikyo gave her a deadpan look. "No, Kagome, it's blue." "But blue is a boyish color!" "Is NOT!!!!" "Is TOO!"
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About ten minutes later, both Kikyo and Kagome were out of breath. In the end, Kikyo had managed to get Kagome into hip-hugger blue jeans and a midriff shirt, which was black. She had also managed to get Kagome some black cross earrings.
Kagome eyed herself warily in the mirror, thinking. "Okay... This isn't that bad." 'This is great! I never tried on blue before, but it looks really cute!' She tugged at the black shirt. 'Don't know about the black, but hey, who cares anyway?'
Kikyo was currently looking through her clothes again; she came out of her monstrous wardrobe with black heeled boots and a long, warm trench coat. (It's November, people!)
Kagome put these on as Kikyo picked up a hairdryer to style her hair.
10 minutes later...
Kagome's hair was in a low ponytail, tied with blue-edged black ribbon. After she had done Kagome's hair, she had applied
Kagome was getting her school supplies ready when she began to giggle.
Kikyo raised an eyebrow. "Um, Kag?"
"N-nani?"
"Why are you laughing?"
"Because we're both the same size and we didn't even notice!"
"........"
"Haha!"
"......................................................"
"Omigoshi'mgonnabelatebyeKikyo!"
Kagome ran out of the room, leaving behind her bewildered sister.
===
Stupid, huh? This is a pretty long chappie! I'm so glad!
===
Kagome's black stretch limo pulled up in front of her new private school. She stepped put of the car, walking to the red
doors with subdued grace. Stepping into the abandoned hall, she stared at the paper in her hand and set out down the quiet
hall to her locker.
She had history first, then trigonometry, P.E, lunch, chemistry, art, english, and finally theater arts. (Very busy, ne?)
There were locker breaks between each subject, so she only needed her binder and her history book, and all the notes she had taken in her previous school.
She found her locker, shoved in her bag, and headed for classroom 5b.
===
"Mr. Taishou, I'd appreciate it if you paid attention."
Inuyasha Taishou rolled his eyes. "Really. How nice." He murmured. The class giggled. The teacher shook his head and turned back to the board.
Five minutes later, while the bald man was explaining the strategics of the Civil War, the door slowly opened.
Inuyasha looked up. A raven-haired girl stepped through the opening, smiling apologetically at the teacher.
"Um, Mr. Hatsuyu, I'm sorry to intrude, but if my schedule's correct, this is my first class. I'm sorry to be late."
The man smiled back. "It's fine, Ms. Higurashi. Please, take a seat."
Kagome glanced around the room. Half the class was staring at her, and whispers of "Kagome Higurashi!" rippled through the students.
She took a seat beside the only person who looked like they didn't care- a silver-haired boy in the corner.
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HAHAHAHA! Cliffhanger! Review, review, review!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!