Somewhere In My Lifetime
Chapter 3
For the first time in a while, she felt relaxed. She had slept till noon, and now as she stood in her minature shower, the warm water beating down on her, she was smiling. She didn't know why she was happy, didn't understand her own emotions, but she let it be. After all, being happy was a good thing, right?
She didn't wonder about if she'll ever see the boy again.
And she didn't.
Weeks passed. And the happy feeling started to fade. She wondered where he was. What he was doing. If she'd ever see him again. The bad news came in a newspaper. She usualy didn't read them, but while closing up, she went around the tables, picking up the garbage, and found it. Him actualy. Front page. A bloody mess. The picture was in black and white, but she'd recognise him anywhere. There he was, eyes wide, and mouth opened in a silent scream. A bullet hole in his chest, and blood everywhere. She grabbed onto the table, feeling faint.
Hours passed as she stared at the picture of the boy who's made everything okay for a while.
She found out his name was InuYasha. He didn't have identification on him, no one knew his age or address. And no one came to claim the body. She wondered if the same would happen to her. She would die, and no one would know who she is.
She left work that day, still dazed. By the time she got home, it finaly sunk in. He was dead. DEAD.
Her door wouldn't open, she couldn't seem to get the key in the hole. Finaly, it swung open, and she walked in, the slam snapping her back to reality, she screamed. Because there, on the windowsill of her only window, he sat. He looked just like he did when she last saw him. His eyes were the same intense hazel orbs that glowed gold in the bright moonlight. His hair the same amazing silver. And those eyes pierced her as soon as she saw him.
She squinted her eyes. Something didn't seem quiet right. The vibe she was getting off him was strange. Almost .. inhuman. Was he a ghost? What was he doing here? She didn't move, even though she had every right to in her own appartment. The moment of silence was broken when he soundlessly slipped off the window sill and she screamed again. His hands snapped up, holding his head. Only then did she notice the two strange triangle shapes on top of his head.
Dog ears?
What the hell?
Before she could question her sanity, her vision blurred, and she was falling.
She saw his bright intense golden eyes before everything went black.
Sango sat in her new house, in her new room, on her new bed, and glared at the seven large chocolate chip cookies in front of her. They were expensive, each giant cookie costing more then it should for just a cookie, and she took one, breaking it into ten pieces. She stared at the pieces before picking out all the chocolate chips, and putting then in one pile. Taking all the pieces that didn't have chocolate in them, she put them in her mouth, one by one, until they were all gone. She stared out the window before breaking the second cookie.
They moved again. She didn't know why. She didn't bother asking her parents anymore. They wouldn't have told her anything even if they were ever around. She glared at the pile of chocolate, then the letter that was crumpled on the floor. She hated those letters. It was the only connection she had with her parents except rare phone calls. She felt like a distant relative they had to talk to out of politeness.
Shoving the newly made pieces of the cookie in her mouth, she glared at the phone, willing it to ring. They never called, knowing she would be upset about the move. She couldn't call them, knowing they'd screen her calls as though she was an anoying telemarketer trying to sell them something. The only thing she got from them were the expensive imported cookies. And money, of course. Tons of money she didn't want.
She sighed and got up, taking the pile of chocolate chips and dumping them in the garbage. She walked over to her desk, and sat down. On there was a pile of letters, from the school she was supposed to attend, and a few from the friends she left behind, though she knew those letters wouldn't keep coming, they usualy didn't last in long distance friendships for over 2 weeks.
She turned on the new computer, checking mail, seeing the expected amount of junk mail and nothing else. Sighing loudly, she walked over to the closet and slammed open the door. If her parenst were never home anyway, why make her move all the time?
She was tired of moving, tired of seeing new faces, tired of pretending to be perfect, and trying to fit in with people she would rather have ignored. So this time, she wasn't going to pretend she was a princess. She smirked, grabbing a handfull of brightly coloured clothes and pushing it to the back of the closet. This time, she thought as she pulled up bunches of black clothes, she was gonna make it memorable.
It was eight oclock when Sango got out of the shower, her perfectly black hair now sporting bright red highlights. She smiled at the girl in the mirror, running her fingers through her temporary invention. Tommorow, she was going shopping.
She waltzed out of the bathroom, throwing the towel on the floor and dragging her favourite pair of black pj's from her dresser. Curling up on her big comfortable bed, she flipped on the tv, and after searching for a while, fell asleep with the tv on, some MTV Vj still speaking excitedly about upcoming events. The alarm clock next to her bed set on 7:30.
The next morning when Kagome woke up, she was on her make shift bed, her head pounding, and not the slightest idea as to what happened. She knew something happened, something out of ordinary, but everytime she tried remembering, her headache got worse, so she gave up, dragged herself out of bed, and wandered around the room looking for her things. She was going to school early today, maybe she'd get some work done before class. She left the appartment, slamming the door, never once noticing the paper on the floor about the death of the silver haired boy.
Sango's chaffeur found the school with no problem, and she told him not to come after school, since she was going to wonder around the stores for a while. The elderly man nodded, and told her to call if anything happened. Sango smiled and nodded, glancing at the abandoned looking school. Maybe she came too early? She walked towards the school, glancing at her new outfit and wondering if maybe she shouldn't have been so brave.
Her legs were clad in loose black pants, and on top was a tight black tanktop, covered by a mesh over shirt. Her wrists were covered by studded bracelets, and a spiked necklace around her throat. A chain hung on one side of her pants, and platform boots on her feet. Her hair has swept up in a high ponytail, and the red highlights looked like streaks of blood in the sun. Her one-shoulder bag was slung across her torso, hitting the bag of her legs with every step.
She climbed the high steps of the school, pushing open the heavy door, and entering. The school wasn't anything speacial. Pictures of people long dead hung on the walls, with mustaces painted over the glass covering them. She smiled, turning away and going down one hallway. No one seemed to be in school, and she was just readying herself for the difficult task of finding her locker when she heard the quiet footsteps coming from somewhere close by. She turned down the nearest hallway, almost colliding with a girl a lot shorter then her.
Both of them gasped, stepping away, and Sango stared down into the soft green eyes of the shorter girl.
"I'm sorry" she stuttered out, an appologetic smile curving her pale lips. "I'm Sango, just transfered here. I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of my locker?" she asked, eyes hopeful.
The shorter girl blinked, and nodded slowly, a small smile making its appearance. She took the paper out of Sango's hands, and looked over the words. She looked up at the taller girl, and motioned to follow. "Your locker is close to mine, come on I'll show you."
Sango smiled and followed the shorter girl. "I was wondering," she started, glancing at the floor before looking back at the girl in front of her. "since I'm new here, would you mind if I ate lunch with you?" she looked at the girl's face, not registering the emotions flickering in her eyes. "I don't know anyone else." She added quickly.
She did want to start over in this school. But she didn't want to do it alone. Plus, in her old school, when she asked someone to help her find her locker on the first day, most of them laughed and walked away. It's rare to find a helpful person around. Plus, there was a strange aura around the girl that made her want to stick around.
The other girl nodded, her voice low when she said "We have the same class before lunch, we'll meet up after it's over." She flashed the other girl a smile before stopping in front of a bright red locker. "We're here." She said, moving a few steps over, and opening her own locker.
Sango looked around, noticing that the part of the school seemed mostly unused. She smiled. Perfect.
She looked at the shorter girl beside her, and was surprized to find her staring back.
"By the way, I'm Kagome."