Title: Violet Eyes
Author: Chiisai-Tori
Challenge: Not long after Kagome returns from the past for good, it's time to celebrate the future again. Within the giant flock of people that visit the Higurashi shrine for New Years every year, Kagome spots someone unfamiliar...but somehow very familar. MK

(Sorry if this is uber-late, but I've only just seen
the challenge post, so I thought I'd take a crack at it.)

Disclaimer: Not mine, just borrowing em for a bit. Will give them
back mostly undamaged.

Violet Eyes

A year is a very long time.

Many things can happen in the space of a year. A secret dream can
come true, love can come and go, accomplishments can be made and
celebrated, hope can vanish, tears can be shed, hearts can break.

For the past year Kagome Higurashi had been completely and utterly
numb. Life carried on around her as she seemed to just stand in the
middle of it all, like a boulder in the path of a rushing river,
completely oblivious.

A year since she had left; a year since the demon Naraku had
finally, finally been defeated once and for all. Almost from the
very day she had made her decision, emotion had not touched her.
She saw the worried looks from her mother – bless the woman, she
never gave up – the confused grumbles of her dear grandfather, the
sulky pout of a little brother whose sister refused to play their
silly games anymore.

At least some things never changed – her friends were still giggly,
gossipy and determined to set her up.

"Kagome-chan! Stop moping around and get out here! The people are
starting to arrive, you don't want to miss the New Year do you?
Come on!" Aiko blasted through the bedroom door, face flushed from
a combination of irritation, excitement and the effort of running up a flight of stairs. "I saw the cutest guy outside, I'll bet he's
just your type – you're not wearing that, are you?" Kagome could
only watch in bemusement as the chatty whirlwind rummaged through
her wardrobe frantically, trying to find the outfit that was just
right'.

"Aiko-chan, don't fuss so much. It's going to be dark out there
anyway. I doubt anyone would even see me."

Her friend eyed her jeans-and-shirt ensemble with clear
disgust. "That's not the point, Kagome-chan!" she wailed. "You
want to see the New Year in properly, don't you?"

"Actually, I really don't expect it to be much different from the
last one."

"Agh! Why do I even bother? Here, try this on…"

A short time later, having been poked and prodded into a dress that
passed inspection, Kagome joined the growing throng in the shrine
courtyard. Against her will, she found her eyes being drawn to the
old well, now boarded up tight. Absently she felt her hand drift
down to rest on her hip, the soft bump signifying the presence of a
small jewel and reassuring her in an odd way.

She had never told anyone where the Shikon no Tama had disappeared
to after that fateful wish had been made. It hadn't seemed worth
the trouble, somehow. Inuyasha would have pitched a fit. Still, as
a human he couldn't really do much damage, and Kikyou would keep him
in line…

Not thinking about it, not thinking about it…ow, headache.'

She barely noticed when Aiko latched firmly onto her arm – that
would bruise later, she was sure – and dragged her over to the cute
guy who was just her type' for that evening. Reluctantly, and a tad
embarrassed at her outgoing friend's behaviour, she lifted her gaze
to observe Aiko's latest victim…experiment…whatever.

A handsome face,' was the first thought to reach her mind. Whoa…
tall, too.' But it was the eyes that caught her attention and held
her entranced. The introduction went on unnoticed. "This is Akito…
Kagome-chan, are you listening?"

A ghostly image of a staff and heavy purple robes danced across her vision as she stared dumbstruck into uniquely violet eyes. For the
first time in a year, she felt something.

Blind panic. She bolted.

When her mind cleared, she grew aware of a tightness in her chest
and tears streaming down her face. All it took was one moment for
her to notice that her treacherous body was somehow curled into the
side of the shed surrounding the old well, and something inside her
shattered. Great, gulping sobs shook her small frame as a year of
sorrow and denial caught up with her.

"Excuse me, Higurashi-san? Er…Kagome-san? Are you alright?" A
gentle hand on her shoulder had her flinching sharply. The hand
quickly withdrew. "Ah, sorry. It's just, you looked so upset, I
couldn't help but be worried…Kagome-san?"

She glanced up – violet eyes looked back at her in concern.

"I…I'm sorry. It's only that," she sniffed quietly, "you remind me
of someone. A very dear friend."

"Oh?"

She looked away. "He's dead."

"Ah. I am sorry. Should I…do you want me to leave?"

Snap out of it!' she thought fiercely. The poor guy didn't do
anything!'

"No!" she blurted out before he could get away. "No, I mean…please
stay. It's okay, really." He looked a little unsure, but settled
himself down to watch the goings-on in the courtyard, curiously
glancing at his new acquaintance every now and then.

And Kagome finally allowed herself to remember…and to feel.

Laughter when the fizzy soda first took Miroku unawares, shocking
him immensely that a drink could be so dangerous.

Laughter when his lecherous instincts got the better of him, getting
him chased by a furious taijya and her weapon.

Laughter when he showed his true colours and scammed his way into the best accommodation in town.

Laughter when Naraku finally died, when the Kaza-ana finally
vanished and he gave her the biggest bear hug of all time – spinning
madly and collapsing in a dizzy, giggling heap.

There had been so much laughter.

The voice which seemed so familiar and yet so foreign broke into her
reverie, startling her. "Oh, it's nearly midnight. They're going
to count down, soon." Violet eyes glittered mischeviously. "A kiss
for the New Year, my lady? It's a Western tradition, I believe."
He grinned. "And we mustn't break tradition."

Laughter. Noisy, blessed laughter.

"Eh, maybe next year," she chuckled, waving him off with one hand.
The more things changed, the more they stayed the same, and for the
first time she was glad of it. "Maybe next year."

"Very well," he sighed, feigning dejection admirably. "I shall deal
with the rejection somehow, I'm sure." Akito dropped the act
suddenly, giving her a closer look that reminded her oh, so much of
the too-perceptive monk she had left behind. "Are you feeling
better now? You're not crying anymore, which I must say is an
improvement."

Kagome almost nodded, then had a rather Miroku-esque idea – he would
have been proud. "I need a hug."

Put on the spot, her new friend choked slightly, then pulled himself
together and draped an arm across her shoulders, drawing her
close. "Is this okay?"

"Nope, no good," she said, trying not to giggle. She wrapped her
arms around his waist snugly, pillowing her head on his chest and
sighing. Much better. "That's a hug," she stated happily, her
former vivacity creeping back to her face, making her eyes sparkle.

"Who am I to argue?" he shrugged, looping his arms around
her. "Besides, this is kind of comfortable," he smiled down at
her. The sound of cheering reached their ears.

The New Year had begun.

Hard to end this one, sorry if it seems a bit odd. But hey, it
leaves the future wide open, doesn't it? Hope you liked it.

Chiisai-tori

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