This chapter is dedicated to Shippo.
Audience: Shippo? How does he fit in all this?
Funarahi: That's for me to know and for you to find out.
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Memories
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Kagome sighed happily. Her job was easy. Too easy. On Mondays through Wednesdays her break was from one o'clock to two o'clock p.m. On Thursdays through Fridays her break was from 10 to 11 a.m.
And guess what? She also had the weekends off. Unless someone is to busy to take care of Rin so she has to do it.......
Kagome looked around her. She was sitting on a bench next to a store called Almeda. Pedestrians were walking back and forth oblivious to their surroundings. It gave one the feeling that they were all alone......
She stared at the bag in her hand. Of all the things she could've bought with her salary she had bought a clean white t-shirt and some black jeans.
Kagome smiled again. She had gotten 2,750 dollars that week.
For one thing she had not seen InuYasha all week which made her week peaceful
Second: Rin was very sweet so Kagome had no problem being friends with her,
And third, it was very amusing to watch the episode of: Sango and Pervert.
Those two were very cute when they were together. Too bad Sango doesn't trust Miroku.
Well anyways, back to the money. Kagome had given Ayame 750 dollars and had given her mom a thousand. She kept a thousand for herself.
Kagome shook her head. When she had saw that large sum of money her head nearly popped. At once she knew she could not take the money.
So she had tried to give it back.
Sango wasn't very understanding and they had both argued. Sango saying that Kagome earned it and Kagome arguing back that she didn't need that much.
In the end Sango stormed off leaving the cash on her table. Kagome couldn't just leave the money there so she had take it.
I'm going to talk to the boss and tell him to decrease my raise. I have no need for that much money.
But there was one tiny problem.
Sir Sesshomaru never seemed to be at home.
Kagome sighed and leaned her head back against the bench. As soon as I see him I will tell him to lower my raise............... Right, as soon as I see him.
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A boy with a thick brown ponytail slowly crept toward Kagome. His eyes were focused and narrowed. His steps silent.
Man, I hate doing this! Stealing is wrong! But........ that is the only way I can survive.
The little boy crept nearer and nearer until he could see the girls purse. He froze. The world around him seemed to freeze except for the girl.
She had laid her head back against the bench and now he can see her features perfectly. She had beautiful black hair and rosy lips.
Shippo gulped.
He always memorized a victims face before running in case he ever happened to bump into them again.
But.... there was something different about this teenager. She seemed so peaceful...........
Right and pigs could fly! No one can be truly happy.
Without another thought he crept forward and grabbed her purse.........
He tugged. Her eyes flew open in surprise.
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Someone's trying to steal my purse!
She whipped her head around her eyes flaring.
Then her gazed softened. Her eyes fell onto a boy who looked like ten.
He wore ripped clothing and had a dirty baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. His little hand was still clasped tightly onto her purse. His shirt was also dirty but he looked strong and from the grasp he had on her purse maybe he was.
Then he looked up. His brown eyes locked with hers and she took a sharp intake of breath.
His eyes were filled with pain. It was like a tornado was inside him and it was tearing him apart. Sadness seemed to engulf her. She couldn't seem to break away from his gaze.
He took a step back as if she had just punched him. He wavered there for a second uncertain.
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Tears threatened to spill over but he held it back.
She held out her arms and automatically he climbed into her lap. It had been so long since he had ever felt safe........
-----Flashback-----
It was his sixth birthday.
His mother was holding him in her arms and he had felt safe. Content. Happy.
His father brought the cake into the room smiling. He was singing happy birthday. Shippo ran to him squealing.
"What did you get me?"
"Wait Shippy." His dad said using Shippo's nickname.
His dad turned to his mom and they both went to the closet to get the presents. By then Shippo was literally bouncing off of the walls.
But then the doorbell rang. It was the ring of death.
But of course Shippo didn't know this. Shippo hopped to the door but before he could open it his father had yanked Shippo off of his feet and was handing him to his mother.
His mother grabbed Shippo so hard that he was almost drowning in her perfume. His mother than ran up the stairs to the bedroom. His father was close behind.
Shippo was now quietly crying and his mother was trying to soothe him.
Then his dad looked under the bed and pulled out a............ gun.
Shippo chocked on fear. Why did his dad have his gun out?
The bedroom door was kicked open and his father pushed Shippo and his mom to the ground. There were a few shots and then Shippo was knocked out.
When Shippo came to again he was in a metallic room. His little body was shaking with fear.
"Where am I?"
"In my house."
"Where are my mom and dad?"
"Dead."
The words rang through him like fire. Tears ran down his face freely.
"Who killed them?" Shippo's voice was now cold...... bitter.
"I did."
"Well then you better run because you're going to be a dead man."
There was a harsh laugh.
"Maybe after I train you. Maybe. But now you don't have a chance."
Anger surged through Shippo's body.
He stood up unsteadily. His head was pounding, as if someone had punched him.
He struggled to see and when he finally did he saw a man wearing purple clothing. There was a smirk on his face. His eyes were cold and red. His hair was greasy and hung in long, wavy strands around his head.
Shippo wanted to puke. This was the man who had killed his parents.
Shippo took drunken steps toward him. When he got close enough to smell the stale breath from the man's lips Shippo took a swing at his head.
The man laughed. Then the man took Shippo's right arm and twisted it. Shippo cried out in pain. Then in one swift movement the man had flipped Shippo onto his back.
Then the world faded into darkness.
-----End Flashback-----
Someone was shaking Shippo very gently. Shippo opened his eyes snuggling deeper into the girl's chest.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah."
Embarrassed Shippo stepped out of the girls lap. She grinned and he blushed.
He turned around but the girl stopped him. She pushed something crisp into his hands then turned away.
She rounded the corner and was gone.
Shippo stared into his hand and tears fell down to the pavement.
It was fifty dollars.
Nobody had been this kind to him in a long time.
Shippo shoved the bill into his pocket and turned around. He yanked his cap down as more tears fell from his eyes.
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Audience: I still don't get how Shippo fits in all this.
Funarahi: Patience.
Ending note: Review? Please?
