Chapter two!
Hey did you konw taht as lnog as the leettrs in the bigennig and end of the wrods are rgiht you can sitll raed the wrod?
Your brain only registers the first and last letters unless it's a word you're not used to seeing. Cool huh? (just an interesting fact)
I've also discovered that colgate gum and ginger-ale does not mix well. :P
Kagome tried to fought back the tears as she climbed the ladder out of the well for the last time; as she hauled the overly large pack over the side for the last time; as she closed the well-house doors for the last time and locked them. No annoying dog-boy to come through and nag her to return to his time ever again.
At this final thought she burst, falling to the ground in a sobbing, shuddering mass. Her mind saying that last sentence over and over.
She wasn't sure how long she had sat there crying, but she knew it had been long; she was hungry, hot and tired. It was well past noon. She headed in, still sniffling, and grabbed a snack before heading to her room to have a nap before her family came home.
"Be patient and quit that infernal tapping." A cold, stoic voice muttered from behind a pile of paperwork, "I'm trying to concentrate."
His brother firmly planted his fidgeting leg down and braced it as he opened another file that his accountant had e-mailed them, "she's back today."
"I know that little brother." He placed another finished paper back in its folder and into his waiting secretary's hand. He put his pen down and flexed his hands for a moment, "you must be patient if this is going to work out the way it's been planned."
"I'm not the patient type."
He tossed a crumpled ball of note paper at the man who was now tapping his foot once again.
"No more coffee for you today, you've had ten cups already. And no beer either, last night you were so drunk you tried to kiss me," his voice was laced with disgust.
At this he laughed outright and threw the paper missile back. "Yeah well, if you ever bring that up around her I swear I'll kill you."
"I might have to hold you to that."
The comm. Buzzed, "Mr. Takahashi Jr there is the executive from Shito inc. on line one." (and yes I know that name is used a lot, so sue me)
He pressed his clawed finger to the comm. Button, "thanks Aki," he picked up the phone tiredly, knowing this would provide little distraction.
Kagome blinked owlishly and peered up at her mother's sympathetic face.
"Hello Kagome dear, how are you feeling?" Her motherly love shining through the fog of pain.
"I miss him Mama. I miss him so much."
Mrs. Higurashi pulled her daughter into a comforting hug. "I know that this probably not the best time but we got some very interesting mail today."
Kagome smiled weakly, "yeah? What kind of mail?"
"The kind that comes with tickets to the Fifa world cup!" Souta bounded in cheering, jumping up and down on Kagome's bed.
Kagome rubbed her eyes and sat up, shoving her little brother off of the bed. "Why would someone send us those?"
Souta tossed the letter at Kagome, "I don't know but I sure ain't giving them back!"
Mrs. Higurashi laughed and got up, straightening her apron, "I'll get dinner ready." Taking Souta out of the room with her.
Kagome looked down at the letter in confusion;
To the Higurashi family,
I have taken the liberty of enclosing four tickets to the Fifa world cup, it's a full ride, all the games from start to finish. Along with plane tickets. You will be vacationing in a private resort owned by my family, a limo will be waiting at the airport when you land and will drive you to each game and anywhere else you wish to go during the vacation.
I hope Souta has fun.
Signed,
A friend.
The letter wasn't much of a letter in Kagome's opinion, more like an office notice. But it couldn't stop her from wondering who knew them? Who was rich enough to pay for all this? And how did they know her brother was obsessed with soccer?
She yawned, honestly, she didn't care, she just wanted to get through the rest of the evening, have a shower, and wallow in self-pity. Something that Kagome was sure she would become quite efficient at.
Sorry this chapter is so short, I had to stop myself before I kept going. When I get typing it's hard to stop. I'm so tired I've been up all night.
I looked up the word stoic and it's just a fancy term for impassive.
And no. I don't know why I chose to chew gum and drink ginger-ale at the same time. I am just weird.