Inu Kaiba: Just a short little ditty to show how much a friendship can mean to someone.
"SANGOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
I heard her. I knew she was behind me. And yet I didn't acknowledge it, I just kept walking.
Kagome slapped a hand on my shoulder, panting as she tried to come to a stop. Meanwhile, I just stood there. If I moved away, surely Kagome would fall on top of me.
I don't know why I didn't move. I could have just moved, let her fall and walked away. But that wasn't me, I wasn't the kind of person to leave my friend, any of my friends like that, and since Kagome was my best friend I wouldn't do that.
In the time it looked to mull over this, Kagome had pulled herself together, and was trying to talk to me. "Sango?" she asked, tentatively waiting for a reply.
I gave a mental sigh, and forced the words to come. "Yes?"
"What's up, you've been really distant all day." She said and nodded, shifting her pose to make it look as if she were a master detective that was supposed to know these things.
But, well, she knew me better than anyone else. Why wouldn't she be the first to notice if something went wrong?
"No, everything's fine." I said, making a move in the opposite direction, silently willing myself to just walk off. But I couldn't desert Kagome. By the look on her face, she seemed to have noticed I was uncomfortable about this question. There was an awkward silence between the two, neither willing them self to make the first move.
Kagome finally sank a bit, completely ruining her posture. "Sango, why are you lying to me?"
I took one look at her then and knew she'd call me crazy if I told her I had a bad feeling. And that was all. I had a bad feeling. And this bad feeling wasn't your everyday bad feeling. No. It was one of those, super bad feelings the kind that makes you sick to your stomach, makes you want to cry, makes you want to stop breathing to make it go away. And I knew it was the kind of thing that would result in someone dead.
Who that someone was, I didn't want to find out.
But you see I did.
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It wasn't the lights I noticed first, or the sirens. It was the kids rushing ahead of me. The little kids, the one who always thought police cars and fire trucks being on the scene of an emergency was cool. Truth be told, I was like that when I was little too. But I had never known the repercussions of these vehicles and that people did actually die. I had never seemed to understand the soul purposes of these vehicles, not even at this second. But I learned the hard way. It seemed everyone else who knew the repercussions of what these vehicles symbolized did too.
But that didn't stop the jackasses who had never witnessed pain and suffering, the ones that sat on the couch drinking beer and watching football. They still complained when a siren interrupted their game and they had to turn it up to hear the plays being accounted for as the announcer relayed them play by play. And these days I resent those jerks and their horrible comments toward what can be life saving vehicles. And what can be vehicles that could change your life.
All I knew was when I saw them it wasn't good. That day, I don't know why I dashed after those little kids as if it meant life or death. I'll never understand what gave me the impulse to do so. All I know was I ran after them, and found the police at the scene of a crime I knew for once that the bad feeling was real. Someone had died, or was on the brink of doing so.
And at the time I didn't know it had anything to do with me, or it was the beginning of something that would change my life forever.
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Needless to say I couldn't find a thing out about the accident. I headed home miserable knowing that feeling would stay with me, until I could completely confirm it.
I walked inside and only then did I realize how hungry I was. All that running had truthfully worn me out. I opened the broken screen door and noticed Satsuko, my uncle still hadn't bothered to fix it. Then again, I would be expected to, or he'd say I'm too busy to do it. Typical Satsuko.
Mum would though, when she had the chance. I loved it when she taught me to bake or do some form of woodwork. I loved doing either, because I know they were useful skills I would need when I grew up. But mostly I loved doing it simply because it was with mom, and it seemed that everything she taught me was important. It seemed like mum could do nothing wrong, or rather could do nothing that didn't have some sort of importance.
And then there was Kohaku, my brother. I hoped he would be home, so I could tell him about what happened, and talk to him so we'd be able to figure something out.
I barged in to the kitchen taking no notice of my mom who was currently slaving away at the stove, and walked over to the fridge. I opened the door and sorted through the contents to see if there was anything worth eating.
"Huh, will you look at that? Nothing…"
That's when I felt mom slap me. Not the kind of abusive slap or anything, more like a playful teasing slap, the kind mom would use to get my attention when I pretended to take no notice of her, or simply took no notice at all.
"Sango, dear. You know we always have to run out for groceries at this time of the week in fact we're over due for some grocery shopping. And I just happen to be using the last of the edible food, so we'll have to go right after dinner, if you want lunch tomorrow."
I nodded indicating that I had heard her, and then asked a plain, straight, in your face kind of question. "Mom, where's Kohaku?"
"Sango, dear, I don't know. He hasn't called or anything."
"Alright Mom. Do you have anything remotely edible, that you aren't using for dinner?"
"There is a bag of chips, look in my bag. I brought it home in case you and Kohaku got the munchies, but apparently it will just be you eating it."
I nodded and rooted in her bag until I found the chips. Barbeque. One of the only flavours Kohaku and I both loved. The other was Ketchup.
I dragged my knapsack upstairs with me. I reached my bedroom and threw the door open and heard it slam into the wall, earning another chink in the already pocked place from all the previous times when I didn't think, just threw the door open.
I threw my bag across the room and it miraculously landed by the side of my desk. I walked over and placed the bag of chips down, then reached in the drawer for a pencil and some paper, and placed that on the desktop as well.
I plunked down on the chair just in time to hear the phone ring. "Kohaku!!!" I thought.
I rushed to be the first one to pick up the phone. "Hello?"
The last thing I remember before falling over was that wasn't Kohaku's voice.
That was someone's else's. That was…
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Inu Kaiba: Looks like this isn't a short little ditty after all. It'll be a full fledged chaptered story. This is dedicated to Kandra, and I hope she notices I updated and reviews!!! Please Read and Review to the rest.