L/N: whee Okie. It starts getting funny, but don't worry Inukko may have died but Inuyasha will come soon. Just not this chapter... hey, factoid: I seriously considered using Kaede as the "mother-in-law" but that would mean she was Inukko's mother, and I am severely disturbed by that because its just wrong and bad and disgusting...aaaaaaand it's even weirder...cuz Kikyo's her older sister meaning that she would have been Inukko's aunt, but dating him as well. God, this reminds me of Gone with the Wind. " they always date their cousins..." well that movie had a guy named Ashley so I guess they win...

My Left Eye Sees Ghosts

The not-so-good Life

Kagome attempted to stay alert but she continued to look this way and that. She sat on the couch across from her mother-in-law. Sango, her sister-in-law, and Kikyo, her late husband's business partner. Izayoi wiped her tears while the housekeeper, Ayame, stood behind her, patting her shoulder.

" You really are a strong girl, Cathy. You met Inukko on vacation for seven days, and seven days you married. And then he died in that scuba diving accident– " Izayoi broke off, sniveling.

Kagome turned back from her now interrupted surveying of the house. " Actually, mother, my name is Kagome."she said indifferently. Sango and Kikyo looked up to stare at her.

Sango spoke first " But, when brother called, he said your name was Cathy..."

Kagome stared back resolutely " I lied to him."

Izayoi frowned and stood up " why?"

Kagome dropped the bag she was clutching. " He lied to me, so I lied to him. So we lied to each other."

Izayoi looked at her disbelievingly and asked " What did he say?"

Kagome rolled her eyes and took in a deep breath " He said he grew up in a rich family, was some college graduate from Harvard with honours, was world renowned, and represented the top designer labels, and all of that."

Izayoi returned a steely gaze, " They're all true."

Kagome froze for a moment. " Well at that time I didn't know, so we just acted like that. "

Izayoi sighed. " Before Inukko died, did he know all of this?"

Kagome froze in her seat again. " ...well...Some things I said, and some I didn't, so...yes and no."

Izayoi resumed her seat. An uncomfortable silence drafted through the room again and Izayoi decided to change the topic. " Why didn't your grandfather come? Is he busy with business and meetings?"

Kagome pouted, " He probably would have come, but his sentence got extended.

Izayoi stood up quickly again. " Sentence! Your grandfather is in jail!"

Kagome shrugged and stared back. " Uh, yes. For smuggling pigs..."

Kikyo stood up as well ,scrunched up her face and shrieked, " Isn't your grandfather a diamond tycoon!"

Kagome watched Kikyo's heavy breathing and braced herself for Kikyo's reaction as she had already witnessed Kikyo's hysterical show at the funeral. " I lied to Inukko..."

Kikyo ...well she. " AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEE!"ed. She huffed and stomped out of the room, fists balled, and looking very similar to a child having a tantrum.

Sango ran after her " Kikyo– wait!"

Izayoi turned back and glared at her. Kagome seemed to have not been affected by anything that had happened. " Can I see my house?" My, my, this child certainly has a one track mind...Kagome retrieved her bag and walked around her new inherited house, fished in the bag for that lamb rib, and smiled at her new surroundings.

Kikyo stomped around the greenhouse and basically threw the water at the plants with the water pot. Sango ducked as Kikyo complained, making exaggerated gestures and nearly smacking her in the head (several times I might add) with the pot.

"– I dated Inukko for seven years! And then it took him seven days to marry that kind of woman."

Sango sighed and put a hand on Kikyo's shoulder. " You broke up 3 years ago, remember? They don't count."

Kikyo let out another anguished sob as she bent down to hug the bounding dog approaching her, Inukko's dog. " Oh Whisky!" she trilled. She hugged the dog and cried into his fur. Sango sighed and turned to escape the unhappy girl – until she heard Kikyo huffing angrily again, she looked at a spot in the window that Kikyo had just obviously been looking at. Kikyo had just seen kagome walk out onto the patio, surveying the swimming pool and ocean view, still eating the lamb rib.

3 years later

Kagome smiled and looked at the bag turning it over and over. The saleslady pointed at the others on display. " We have this in three different colours as well." Kagome nodded and looked at the price tag. It hit her llike a ton of bricks. Of course...she had money now but...

" Miss?" the saleslady turned around and back to Kagome. " I'm sorry, feel free to look around." and the saleslady turned to go help whomever that just called her. Kagome leaned back to see if the saleslady was busy. She could buy the bag, but...

Kagome ran down the crowded streets of Japan, about ten assorted shopping bags hanging off of each arm. She didn't chance to look back. Two security guards and the saleslady chasing her down in her wake. They finally grabbed her and she dropped the bags thrashing around. Random pedestrians turned to gaze at the psycho woman and then passed on. Boy, some of these thrills were costly...

"Give it! Give me back my purse!"

" Are you crazy!" Kikyo slammed her hands down on the table. " Stealing our own product!"

Kagome resumed to stare blankly back at her.

Kikyo rambled on, " It took me and Inokku seven years to make this company what it is today– "

" It took Inokku seven days to marry me." Kagome silently said.

Kikyo screamed, and breathing heavily, grabbed her papers, threw open the door, and stomped off.

After a few moments Izayoi turned her gaze on the door and back to Kagome. Sango watched quietly from her seat. Izayoi did not smile, so Kagome decided that it was her turn to speak. " I was probably possessed."

Izayoi grimaced, " This can't go on. Kagome, tell me, what is your goal in life?"

Kagome looked up from fiddling with her bag strap. " To marry a rich man." then she added. " And he died as well."

Izayoi scowled, took her bag, and left as well.

Another long silence passed and Sango turned in her swivel chair to face Kagome better. " Hey sister, next time you lose it, call me. I'll get you any bag you like." Sango grinned at Kagome suprised face.

Kagome looked suspiciously back " Why do you want to help me?"

Sango smiled impishly " Of course! You're my sister-in-law. If brother loved you, then I love you too."

Kagome smiled back.

Sango stood up and took the stolen bag. " Eh? Where did my purse go?" She walked around the room looking for it. " Hey– Kagome, have you seen it?"

" No." Kagome said, maybe a little too quickly. Sango didn't notice.

" That's weird! I'm sure I had it on me!" Sango told her as she climbed under the table.

Kagome flipped the channel again. And again. And again. She sighed,

just another day...

The novelty of this house and everything was beginning to wear off. She was lying on the couch, several bags of chips, assorted candy and snack food were lying around her, most of them wrappers. The ashtray was on the table next to the bottle of wine. The wineglass was in her left hand, the remote in the other. Ayame came back in from walking Whisky, he barked at her ass they passed the couch. Kagome narrowed her eyes at Whisky in retaliation.

" Three years and you still don't recognise me! Stupid dog..." Whisky whimpered and she downed the rest of her glass.

" I'm sorry, Whisky is too old." The obnoxious long wail of the heart monitor suddenly seemed much worse than the earlier incessant beeping. It rang in Kagome's ears like she was at her own deathbed.

Ayame stood near, watching them wrap Whisky up in a bag. Ayame drew in a deep breath " Master is dead, the dog is dead, you are no good!" Ayame accused. Kagome did not reply.

Kagome swung her hands around the wheel as she had long stopped trying to focus on the road. She nearly dropped her cigarette and so she slammed her hand against it and the wheel to keep it from falling, resulting in smashing it on the wheel. "Shit." she muttered and took another swig of liquor. The car swerved, zig-zaging down the empty street and her grip loosened on both the wheel and the liquor bottle, her head hit the wheel as she fell asleep. The car continued down the road, calmer than when she was steering, but going, nonetheless. Then came to a closed road.

The blue Benz slid straight into it, knocking all of the brightly orange colored cones out of the way and slammed into the giant slab of roadblock rock. Her liquor bottle flew through the air upon impact and as the car automatically pulled back from the unhurt roadblock, the car emitted fumes and a different grey smoke furled into the air.

LN: you may think this is an excuse. Subconciously it might be...but for ME, it's not. The last few scenes are not so short because I was lazy, or my math teacher finally noticed and yelled at me about how it's not English class or whatever...it's because they are those kinds of scenes that go quickly and I want to get them out of the way so she can finally meet Inuyasha...