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WRITER'S BLOCK! Say it isn't so…well I can't. I'm so sorry; I've been breaking so many of my promises of late. Usually it's because I'm technology-challenged, lazy, or sick, but no…after all that waiting you, my poor readers have endured, look what happens? I'll try to drag out chapters as fast as I can, but I hope you'll all bear with me!
Ok, in this absence of my stupid chapters, would anyone be willing to edit my chapters so far? You would get credit of course…and I know I've said this more than once. More than one person could do it; there could be a whole team! …..I'm too enthusiastic aren't I? Email me or drop a review if you are interested. This could be someone from anyone of the sites to which I update. Oh- right…onto the story
She felt numb all over. Her fear for another had never been so great. Sango's heart was practically beating in her throat. Her pulse was so rapid she could feel her blood's movement throughout her body as it went down her arms to spread into thousands of tiny tributaries in her hands. Sango breathed in slowly once, then twice trying to a vain attempt to calm down. She had promised never to look at that diary again, but Kagome wasn't just visiting relatives out of town. Sango would have known if she was. No- Kagome would forgive her in time and even if she didn't…well the girl would be alive and that was enough for Sango. If this was the same person as Sango believed then a promise was worth breaking. If this was in fact that same person caused Kagome to still sink in on herself in such devastating manners. The name, with the initials 'O.N' that even at the sight would strike terror in her eyes.
Sango pushed herself out from the cabinets she'd been resting upon and also tore her eyes from the letters her eyes had practically been glued to for the past ten minutes. With a shake of her head she walked out of the kitchen heading for that dreaded art room door. Sango stopped with a queer expression on her face. Her mouth hung open and her nose scrunched up.
"Why the hell am I so afraid of some stupid door?"
Sango sighed at her own stupidity and headed sternly to the barricade that was the only thing blocking her way. Despite the fact that she had already been in the room, entering it without Kagome's presence or permission felt like an invasion of privacy. Her friend was an open book, but the things that she did keep private, were usually very personal. For one, her body; Kagome was sure to get to know someone deeply before ever revealing any skin other than was appropriate. After high school, she was hesitant to wear short skirts. Sango shrugged, the girl probably just didn't like all the male attention she received when she did. Kagome was old-fashioned in that sense. She was also still looking for her soul mate which in these modern times was strange. Sure, most girls believed in them and even some guys, but Kagome was dead certain that there was only one person meant for her. One reason while Inuyasha was such a horrible issue to talk about. Kagome thought he was the one.
Sango gritted her teeth and straightened her back as she turned the door knob. She was only vaguely shocked to find it locked. This wasn't that unordinary.
"Figures…Kagome would keep it locked 24/7…"
Sango scratched her head before running a hand through her long pony tail. She could only wonder where Kagome would keep her key. Her first thought was the bedroom. Sango walked through the open doorway and found nothing amiss. Kagome's bed clothes still lay out on the corner of her mattress. She obviously hadn't had time to fold them and place them back in the correct drawer. Kagome's bed was still unmade for she never straightened her covers in the morning. The girl was so strange. Most would neaten their bed as soon as they got out of it. Not Kagome though. She would leave it as is and stumble into the shower head first. Then upon returning home, she would tidy up her room, put her pajamas, or whatever, away, and change from her work clothes into something more comfortable.
"I suppose I'll start with the obvious."
Sango shifted over to the night stand peering just barely over the edge of Kagome's low-ridged bed. The table was flat and wide covering at least two feet in length by one in width. Its length ran along the wall to save space. This was also to prevent Kagome from kicking it getting out of bed or hitting the poor thing as much when she rolled around in her sleep. She still did of course which didn't injure the wood, but often gave off quite a shiner on Kagome's arm or leg. Sango laughed, not even bothering to hide like she usually did.
Sango opened the one drawer the table had. The contents were simple. Inside was a pencil, a small pad of sticky notes, a chapstick, and…
"…A crossword puzzle…? Kagome, I swear you are such a dork sometimes!"
Sango grumbled slamming the drawer shut and immediately winced at the sharp sound it made. She suddenly realized how Kagome felt every time she rushed through the Chikujitsu's front door with such force that the chimes clanked harshly against the glass.
"If only Kagome would be here…I bet she'd say 'Kagome! How many times have I told you not to do that!' That little imp would mock me too…only because I make her feel so guilty each time she does it."
Sango twitched her lips pulling them back and forth much like a rabbit does with their nose. She slid a hand under the bottom. Her eyes lit up when she felt something taped to the bottom. Quickly peeling off the troublesome tape, though with some difficulty since it had been there for quite some time, Sango pulled the object out from underneath. Disappointment quelled in her heart as she looked at the key. It was a key, only too small to open the door in which Sango wished to venture. This one looked more like that of a diary or journal. Just then Sango's eyes widened at a remembrance. The journal she'd looked at before had a lock, but it was broken.
"Perhaps…perhaps this key will open others like it? Surely there would be more than one, right?"
Kagome said very little about what happened in her past. Sango had heard little snippets here and there, but nothing major that would set her at ease in this moment. The woman could only guess what was going on now and what happened then. There was still a lot of doubt that the two occurrences were even connected, but those initials…they were right where the coffee cup was dropped. Kagome must have done that on purpose to draw attention to that place. If maybe they were there before hand, then why drop the cup at all? It was her favorite cup, not even shock or an earth quake would force her to drop something so precious to her like that.
The situation Sango had brewing her mind was horrible and tremendous, growing more serious with every passing minute. Kagome would definitely need more than one journal if even to just explain what happened to her. Kagome was thorough with all things and her writings were always specific, yet descriptive. Add the larger curvy handwriting she no doubt used since she was most likely upset while engaging in these records…the conclusion would be an immense amount of material. Sango groaned just thinking about going through it. Sango wasn't unemotional, but still her actions were to the point. Kagome tended to beat around the bush and used more artful tactics of story telling.
"This is going to be difficult. Who knows if she even knew where she was or wrote it down for that matter."
Sango pocketed the tiny key, slightly rusted she noticed with a small frown. Where could it have gotten wet? Sango shrugged and peered around the room. She moved to the front of Kagome's bed. There, a small door would swing open to reveal storage space. A disgusted grimace passed over Sango's smooth features.
"Okay…this is totally disgusting."
….Meanwhile With Miroku…
"Sango? Sango?"
Miroku quickly held down the number three button on his cell phone. Speed dial was then activated for Sango's apartment. Miroku was silently chanting a mantra for Sango to pick up. However, when the young male voice picked up, Miroku halfway cursed and jumped in his seat that at least someone picked up.
"Kohaku? It's Miroku. Is your sister there?"
"No, she isn't. Is something wrong?" Kohaku's tone deepened slightly giving away his honest concern.
"Oh not at all, not at all," Miroku said trying to lighten his voice back to his usual jovial lilt, "She just called me, but hung up and I was just wondering where she was calling from."
"Oh…"
Kohaku's response showed his conclusion that Miroku was acting lecherous again causing his sister to hang up on him. Miroku could only smile because he had done this before, except this time he was innocent. Not that the young boy would believe it even if he said that.
"Do you know where she might be?"
"Actually she went for a walk a little while ago. She should have been back by now though. Maybe she went to Kagome's apartment again."
"Kagome's?"
"Yeah, she's been going by pretty often lately. She said Kagome was sick, but that isn't it, is it?"
Miroku stuttered. Sango hadn't told her brother the truth of Kagome's disappearance? Kohaku was young, but he was in no way naïve or at all stupid. He obviously knew something was up. Miroku just couldn't believe Sango wouldn't tell him. Though perhaps she didn't want to upset her brother, which was conceivable. Miroku sighed. It seemed the duty would fall onto him. Normally he wouldn't intrude in such ways, but in case something was wrong with Sango, Kohaku should be aware of it.
"Kagome's disappeared and no one has any idea where she went. I wanted to check in on how she was doing."
"Oh…"
"I wouldn't say anything about it to Sango though. She probably just wants you to focus on school."
"She'll tell me, I'll wait until then."
"Alright, well I'm going to stop by Kagome's then and see if she's there. Thanks, Kohaku."
"No problem, but will you tell me if anything serious comes up? I'm sure Sango won't tell me. She doesn't want to upset me, but I'd really like to know."
"If something arises, I'll keep you informed."
"Goodbye Miroku."
"Sayonara."
Miroku flipped closed his cell phone. The silver phone was slipped back into the cup holder of his SUV for safe keeping while he was driving. He made a quick left across traffic causing a few horns to arise from the oncoming vehicles. Miroku chewed on the side of his tongue slightly in his nervousness. It wasn't a normal habit either, but he also noticed that he was gripping the steering wheel hard enough for his knuckles to whiten. Nonetheless, the palms were sweaty which would mean he would have to clean his steering wheel later.
Miroku relaxed a little seeing that familiar street, that Kagome and Sango lived on, come into sight. Maybe he was overreacting? Sango sounded breathless when she spoke, perhaps it was he she was thinking of and just couldn't bear to be away from? Miroku bowed his head. His lechery truly met no bounds. Even in a situation such as this, he was thinking of his lady fair in ways beyond description.
"Maybe it was nothing. Maybe she's just upset…or else something went terribly wrong."
Miroku couldn't explain his uneasiness, but the thought of Sango in trouble or, for that matter, having any troubling thoughts set his masculine instincts off. After all, no man wanted his love to feel sadness or despair that his beloved has experienced. Sango was a strong person, but when it came to the people she loved, she was often emotional and extremely protective. The balance was sensitive and easy to tip.
Miroku pulled over of the side of the street and hopped quickly out of his car, barely making sure to lock the doors. The man jumped up the stairs taking two or, like most of the way, three steps at a time. He found the door to Kagome's place closed, but unlocked. He headed in and was about to call out when he heard sounds coming from the back of the apartment. Rustling, shifting, and even the occasional bump could be heard from where Miroku supposed Kagome's bedroom would be.
Miroku softened his steps before cringing at himself. He could only imagine how much of an idiot he looked tip toeing around actually walking on the balls of his feet with his hands suspended out from his body. Still, he proceeded cautiously. Miroku stopped at the edge of the corner. He craned his neck and looked down the hall. Miroku let loose a charming smile then and was practically drooling as he continued down the hallway.
Like a hawk, Miroku descended upon his prey. A startled cry shrieked through the calm air of the apartment followed by the customary slap. Miroku tumbled back onto his butt against the nearby wall. He laughed, he couldn't help it really.
"Oh my dearest Sango, no one packs such a wallop as you." He said rubbing his cheek.
"Hirakata, you pervert! I'm trying to find Kagome! This is no time for your lechery."
"Do you know where Kagome is or what happened to her?"
"I think I may have a clue and if I'm right…she's in trouble."
I'll try to get the next chapter out as fast as I can. I only hope you all will be patient. Your reviews have helped me tremendously. They always serve as encouragement and cheer me up, so I thank you. That was partly why I managed to get this out.
