-Colours of the Night-

by: ellyse the silent

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Chapter 2:

-A Life that should not be Lived-

Kagome woke up at 6:oo the next morning. She had forced herself to ignore the half finished canvas when she had gotten home and gone straight to bed.

Now she glared sleepily at the cell phone on the table in the middle of the one room flat. I kept ringing, proof that it wasn't part of a dream. Pulling herself out of bed she stumbled over to it.

"Hello?" Her voice was sleep fogged.

"Kagome! Are you coming?" Sango's bubbly voice called over the line. Sango was a great morning person.

"Coming?" Kagome groaned, sagging into a chair.

"To breakfast with me and mum." Sango answered.

Kagome leaned her head on her hand, "It's Wednesday isn't it?" She asked.

"Yup, did you forget?" Sango giggled.

"Yes, I did..."

Fifteen minuets later Kagome was sitting in a booth at a Japanese restaurant called Fuji. Across from her sat Sango and Kaede.

Sango had pulled of another rebel outfit. She was wearing black fishnet stockings under a short black pleated mini skirt with silver studs. Her shirt was black with the words: 'I Bleed therefore I live.' Her jewellery was completely wild; two spiked bracelets on her left wrist and about fifty silver and black rubber bracelets on her right wrist. Her black leather boots had silver medal toes. Her hair was down but she had bright orange extensions in the bottom that hung jaggedly out of the silky black mass of natural hair.

Kaede was wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a button up plaid shirt over it. No make-up again.

Kagome was wearing a t-shirt the she had made. It was blue with gold letters sown on that read; 'I'll follow my star wherever it leads.' and on the back she had sown an artistic rendering of Sagittarius and his bow.

"I'm getting my usual." Kaede said licking her lips. She loved Fuji's Age Nasu, which was fried eggplant in a special house sauce.

"I think I will try something new today," Sango mumbled, "Anyone feel like sushi?"

Kagome smiled, "No I am going to get some Miso Soup and some Chicken and Vegetable Tempura." Miso soup was made with bean curd, seaweed and vegetables in Miso broth and Tempura was lightly batter-fried chicken and vegetables.

"Tempura sounds good..." Sango mused, "So are you feeling better this morning?"

Kagome nodded, "Yes."

"I have to go use the bathroom," with that Kaede left, walking towards the back.

Sango leaned forward, "We are worried about you Kagome. If you want to uh... come live with us we would like that. We worry about you in that flat all by yourself."

"Its fine," Kagome reached over to pat Sango's hand, "I am fine."

Sango didn't look convinced.

"What about Chicken Yahata Age?" Kagome asked.

"Good! But too expensive." Sango sighed, willing to let the former subject drop for the moment. Chicken Yahata Age was deep fried chicken rapped around crab stick and asparagus.

"Higurashi! Gumakura!" a new voice called.

Both girls turned to see Kouga coming over to their table.

"What a bit of luck," Kouga smiled.

"Hello Nakakura-san," Sango smiled.

Kagome nodded, not trusting her voice. He looked so good wearing a tight red t-shirt that outlined his great body and said 'Like me? Like my wolf-dog!' and tight jeans. She mentally berated herself for liking what she saw so much, guys were trouble.

Kagome had learned that early when her father had left her family for a different woman. Her mother had been strong, maybe a little too strong since she shut Kagome and her little brother Souta out. Souta had gotten involved in gangs and girls when he was fourteen and Kagome was eighteen. Kagome had tried to get him out but he hadn't wanted to come. Kagome had packed her bags, given him her cell phone number and told him when he was ready to come live a real life to call her. She hadn't told her mother, she doubted she really noticed.

"Can I eat with you two? Eating alone is no fun." Kouga smiled charmingly.

"Sure, my mom is here though," Sango motioned to the menu beside her.

"Oh ok, that's fine," Kouga slid in next to Kagome. "What are you having?" Kouga turned to Kagome.

"Miso Soup and Chicken and Vegetable Tempura." Kagome mumbled staring at the menu.

"Can I borrow your menu?" Kouga wasn't used to getting his advances ignored.

"Sure." Kagome handed it to him and than said, "I am going to go see what is taking Kaede so long."

After she left Kouga turned to Sango, "Does she not like me or something?"

"Its not you personally, she doesn't really trust men. Both her father and her brother betrayed her... and her mum pretty much did the same. She had a boyfriend once to... I gather, even though she won't tell us the whole story, that he was abusive and maybe ra-" Sango confided, cutting herself of at the last word. She didn't want Nakakura's vision of Kagome jaded. If Kagome liked him and trusted him enough she would tell him. "Anyway, it will take some work to win her trust... IF you are really serious that is. You hurt my friend I castrate you!" Sango glared at him a moment before smiling again. "What are you having? The Dragon Rolls here are great."

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Inu-Yasha hurried though the Theatre. It was just after 7:00 in the morning and the city had not come fully to life yet. Inu-Yasha liked this time of day; he liked to pretend there was someone waiting for him at the end of the tunnel. His home was at the back of the cellars. Two of the storage rooms had been hooked together and the entrance was rerouted threw the vents. Inu-Yasha could get almost anywhere in the Theatre he wanted to though the vents. The vents were great tubes that opened into smaller tubs that crisscrossed each other and spread out though the Theatre. Inu-Yasha hated having to sneak around in what had been his home for five years.

"Moroku come over here." a voice came wafting down the tube Inu-Yasha was crouched in; he froze.

"What now Sesshoumaru?" The man who must be Moroku answered, he sounded exasperated.

"I must have these halls painted, I can't abide this colour!" Sesshoumaru said peevishly.

"My god Sesshoumaru! You sound like a woman! Paint them if it means that much to you but the cast has to move in here some time today!" Moroku snapped.

"But the halls..." Sesshoumaru's voice faded down toward the front of the Theatre.

Inu-Yasha scrambled back the way he had come. He turned though two tubes towards the front of the Theatre, following the two men. Scurrying though the shortest route he made it to the large foyer, in the front of the Theatre, before them.

"There you are!" Moroku gushed to a young woman with long orange streaked black hair.

"There YOU are," the woman muttered, slapping his hands away from her body.

The older woman next to them rolled her eyes.

"Where is Higurashi?" Sesshoumaru asked pushing his braid over his shoulder.

"Nakakura-san started a conversation with her on the way up." The dark haired girl said.

"We are WORKING people!" Sesshoumaru snapped, stalking out the glass doors.

"Speaking of which; where are Shippo-Yuichi and Sugisaki-sama?" Moroku asked, still smiling at the dark haired girl.

"Out trying to find a way to get Sugisaki-sama's trunks in here," the girl glared at Moroku.

"Moroku-san, please would you go get Kagome for me?" the other woman asked.

Moroku smiled, "Of course Gumakura-san!" Walking out the door he yelled back, "Until later Sango-chan!"

"It's Gumakura Kaede." Inu-Yasha's voice was no more than a whisper but it carried all the emotion he felt inside at seeing his saviour again after five years.

His attention was called back to the foyer as Kaede and the other woman left by the door that led into the right actors wings.

A few seconds later a new girl walked in. Moroku stuck his head in behind her, "Your room is the fourth door on the right in the left wing, Kagome-san."

"Thank you Moroku-san," the girl... the vision that was Kagome answered.

Inu-Yasha couldn't take his eyes off her. His ears twitched forward to catch the sound of her breathing. His ears twitched forward... Inu-Yasha buried his masked face in his hands and cursed what he was again and again.

As he faded into the darkness of the ceiling of the foyer he felt his heart start to bleed again. He had felt this so many times before but never like this. It was like he knew Kagome from somewhere... that he had lost her again.

((A/N: A long time in coming but here at last! Please reveiw!))