A/N: Back again! I actually had the last chapter ready three days before I posted it, but ze stiiii-yuuuu-pid website wouldn't download it 0o…yeeeess…so here's the next installment because I worked on it while trying to get the next chapter to POST! But anywayz here it is.
Siren of Sorrow: :blushes: dankies! I don't know why five. I've sort of been taking this story on and off because I wasn't too happy with my writing, so maybe people got tired of checking, and yeah…I don't really blame 'em .
Lady Everest: Dankies! . Here's your update! Oh, and to answer your question from the first chapter...well…it's sort of a short term arrangement. So, yeah, her wounds aren't healed, but she won't be walkin' around all dead and such, scaring children and stuff…hehe…not a bad idea though ;P…ehhh….I mean, yuck!
Katschan: Yeah, I had a really hard time writing the whole, "Errr I HATE INU-YASHA" parts of this story…but don't worry…lets just say I'm a fan of happy endings
And without any further achoo! CHAPTER FOUR OF OVER THE RAINBOW!
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"Invitation, Miss?" asked the guard at the front of the fancy club.
Kagome smiled kindly as she blindly reached into her little black purse and reached for her invitation…to find that it wasn't there!
O shit, Kagome thought as she gulped and flashed the guard an apologetic smile to try and assuage his rather obvious annoyance. Then again she had to level with him, because he did have lots of guests to check and verify.
Yes, this party had quite a turn out, thought idly, her nerves getting the better of her, for she couldn't find the damned invitation. She continued to paw inside her bag, when the guard rolled his eyes and sauntered coolly towards her.
"Ma'am…" he began, his hand up and ready, as if in battle. However, just then, her fingers brushed a zipper. She quickly, though clumsily, ripped it open and took out the invitation, shoving it in the gaurds face.
Take that! Thought Kagome as she watched, with a triumphant smile, a parade of thoughts march across the gruff mans features like an early St. Patrick's Day Parade.
Ever since a week ago, Sango and she had been working up plans on what to do. Kagome was all for training with a sword, but Sango was more concerned with camouflage. And as always, her friend was right.
Her friend was gracious enough, though, to strike a deal. Kagome brightened. Yes! Partial victory!
"Where do you keep your swords, buddy?" Kagome asked hurriedly as she began emptying drawer after drawer, and after finding nothing, going to the next room, and repeating.
Sango leaned on the door frame, an amused smile on her face as she watched her friend slowly but surely trash her apartment.
"Not like that Kagome…"
"What!" Kagome hissed nervously and shot towards Sango. The latter took Kagomes hands in a vice like grip to keep them from continuing the growing destruction.
" Before you handle a sword, you need to develop strength and reflexes…so…you'll stay here doing push ups and crunches while I got out to the drug store downtown to get some hair dye…"
"HAIR DYE!" the lady went hysterical.
"Yes, yes, yes, Kags. Your long pin straight smooth black hair is one of your most defining features. It's what makes you…" Sango gesticulated wildly, "…you!"
"Exactly!" Kags grabbed a fistful of her hair and wrapped it around her face.
A muffled "No!" managed to make itself heard.
"Yes, Kags," Sango stalked towards her friend, and untwisted her hair, holding it in her hand.
"You see this?" she continued angrily at her friends resistance, because she averted her big brown eyes " this could get you CAUGHT, it could get you KILLED, and it wouldn't be a glorious lose. It would be TERRIBLE, just because you refused to change your hair…"
Kagomes eyes widened as she gulped.
"Got it?"
Kagome nodded military like and Sango dropped her hair like as if it were a hot coal.
"I'll cut it too-just in case the hair color isn't enough…" Kagome called after Sango as her friend stormed out of the apartment.
"Just do your push-ups!" Sango called back.
Kagome stared distastefully at the floor like as if it were an old school lunch from the cafeteria. She hated it when her friend got into commander mode.
Kagome sighed. This one's for the year I lost.
And she dropped to the floor, thus commencing her training.
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And now she was here, so close and yet so far. The guard seemed to be especially careful in checking her invitation, now that she had it out
Well, yeah, thanks to the 'suspicious' behaviour, Kagome thought, as she mentally thwacked herself on the head.
"Pass on Ma'am, have a nice evening…" The guard gave her an appreciative smile as his eyes swept her up and down.
Kagome widened her eyes and scoffed very audibly, a disgusted shiver running up and down her spine like horny ghost fingers. Nonetheless, she passed through the door.
Sango bought the dress a few days ago. Kagome jumped up and down excitedly, her newly cut bronze dyed hair bouncing up and down with her. She looked like a child on Christmas morning, and her grin dilated as she reached for the dress, which was zipped into a black "dress protector."
"No, no, no," Sango said as she mercilessly slapped her friends hand away.
"Bu-but…why not! I mean…" Kagome grappled quickly for an excuse to see it, to try it on! " What if it doesn't fit…"
A startled look crossed her friends face, chased by one that was considering the possibilities of said statement being true.
"Exactly!" Kagome milked this for all it was worth, using hand gestures and the like, and this set Sango even deeper into her thoughts, " I mean…yeah!"
Sango nodded slightly.
"No…"
"Wha?…But.."
"No!"
Kagome screwed her face into a frown and kicked around, and when she was done, she gripped her friend by the shoulders.
"WHY NOT! Sango COME ON!"
The former put a solid hand on her friends shoulder and looked her in the eye, seriously. Uh-oh, Kagome thought.
"Because…it's bad luck to see the dress before the day.." Sango patted her friend condescendingly and turned to put in her closet…which was locked with a key, which, not even Kagome knew, was hidden.
"What! But thats only for weddings!" Kagome sputtered angrily after her friend. And what a sight she must have been, waddling angry behind her cool and collect "major", babbling and muttering hotly like Donald Duck.
"Screw it!" Sango replied coolly as she reached her door and promptly slammed it shut in Kagomes face.
"Errr!" was Kags response to that and she stormed off to continue practicing with the sword, for she was strong enough to finally handle something of the sort.
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Kagome smiled sweetly and tried not to look stunned when she was at the top of a very high stair, where she was in full view of everyone. She gulped and willed herself to be smooth and charming. No such thing. She almost twisted her right ankle when a pain shot through her chest. She willed it down with a gruff breath, and continued her way down, where a young man waited to take her purse.
" Arigatou," she smiled warmly as he took her purse told her that she would get it back at the end of the evening according to the number on her invitation. Kagome at least tried to look like she was paying attention, but it was hard to when it hurt to breath, although it did calm her down a bit.
"Have a nice time…" He trailed awkwardly, and blushed as he looked away.
Kagomes gaze lingered on him for a second, confused, but then got it and blushed. She murmured something like "have a good time yourself…" and walked off. I guess I have something that the guards like…Kagome shivered as she thought of the hairy man at the front door… At least this one was cute.
She turned with that thought and found that his eyes were unconsciously following her. He came to, though, and looked down while shaking his head, smiling a little as a healthy blush stained his face. Kagome caught his gaze again and winked before turning definitively and walking on in.
She couldn't help but giggle a little, as she brought a carefully manicured hand up to cover her mouth. Of course, of course, it's always customary to flirt a little before executing a well-planned revenge. Kagome rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. At least it lightened the mood a bit. She was getting a little tense with the anticipation.
A waiter offered her champagne and she accepted the tall glass, his roaming eyes not lost to her.
"Arigatou…" she tuned her voice to the low voice she had practiced with Sango all week. It was just straddling the fence between rumbling and purring, and it had taken herself a while to get it just right, but the day she did, Sango literally jumped on her, laughing hysterically.
"You are my hero!" she managed in between bouts of laughter, "hahaha…no one could EVER recognize you! AHAHAH!"
Sometimes, during an awkward silence, Kagome would use that voice just to hear Sango clear laughter ring and fill the space of that moment.
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Kagome wheezed as she finally made it to the door of the Womans Bathroom.
Victory! She thought weakly as she stumbled through the door, loosing the whole cool deep act. After returning the glass of champagne to the lascivious waiter, she found that she was being closely observed by a familiar looking woman, but she just couldn't dplace the face to the name…and on her arm was Inu-Yasha, talking to…to…
A sudden pang of interrupted her thought, and it was followed by another, much worse than the last.
I always thought sequels were bad…Kagome tried to chuckle, but it came out dry, think, and crackly, like a stale rice cracker. Then came another. She took deep breaths, trying to compose herself, calmly turning and making her way towards the bathroom.
And now she was here.
Kagome threw herself onto the sink for support, an eerily familiar ripping sensation shooting through her chest.
Kagome looked into the mirror, positioned above the sink to check if there was anyone else in the bathroom. Nope, the coast was clear. Then she looked at herself. She looked deathly pale, which wasn't too much of a difference from before, except that this time she looked pasty and sick.
She reached down her lovely, blue sequined corset dress and found her wound bleeding.
"Ugh…" she whined painfully, barely noticing she spoke at all, and reached for a towel. She cleaned herself gingerly.
It is kinda weird for my wounds to be acting up like this…
A sudden image of her when she was little crossed her mind. She was very, very small, barely five, and was sitting, cross legged, playing with her dolls, while grandpa-jei recounted one of many of his folktales.
"They say that when a murderer is near the dead body of their victim, their wounds start to bleed," he said in his old wise voice.
"Really…but why?", child Kagome asked her grandfather absently as she continued playing with her dolls. She was always good at double tasking, despite her grandfathers complaints of her not listening.
"Well…ehhh.." her grandfather wrestled for some sort of explanation, "I suppose it is the bodys reaction to being so near to the one who stole its life…well...but…I don't know."
"Kagome-chan! Autou-san! Dinner is ready!" her mother called out.
" I guess we better go eat, ehh?" his grandfather asked rhetorically as he helped Kagome up and they walked hand in hand to the dinner table.
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Kagome sighed happily at the memory. Things were so easy back then…
A woman burst into the room, obviously upset, but stopped short when she saw Kagome breathing heavily, a blood soaked towel gripped in her equally blood soaked hand.
Kagome trained herself back into her alter ego and answered the woman's unasked question.
"You don't want to know, dear…" She drawled and turned back to the mirror.
In the mirror she could see the woman nervously and blankly nod her head, and, having remembered her previous sorrow, and that she came to the restroom to seek solace, gave out a terrible sob, and burst out the door, which she came through.
Kagome rolled her eyes, and stuffed the rags into the trashcan. She opened the faucet and washed her hands clean of her own blood.
Her bleeding wound only confirmed what she always knew was true…
Inu-Yasha is my killer…
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Before Kagome left she checked her reflection to see of she looked normal. Yes, yes, she did.
She had to give Sango a gold star for her work on Kagome's look tonight. She chose a bronze red color for Kagome's new color. It was either that or blonde. Kagome stuck her finger in her mouth and made a gagging noise.
"Now, now, no need to be bulimic, you're skinny enough," Sango teased as she brought out an economy sized bottle of Peroxide.
"Ehh…" Kagome, still on the floor from her push ups, and also very sore, crab walked back, a bit scared, " You-you, you know what you're doing, right, Sango-chan?"
"Of course, Maaaaaasteh," said Sango, in a very good impersonatin of the voice of Igor as she reached for her hair and pulled her towards the bathroom.
Somehow the evil laughs that Sango kept producing during the entire ordeal weren't very reassuring. Sango had her blind folded too, while she snipped at her hair. All she could her was the metal grind of the shears against each other and the soft sound of her hair hitting the floor. She chuckled nervously. But Sango did a rally good job. She had it layered, the longest strands reaching the nape of her neck.
She looked very different, indeed. But it was fun, thos whole dressing up, and "creating" an alter-ego. When Sango suggested it, Kagome laughed heartily.
" You know, even though you look different, you still have certain mannerisms…" Sango explained, business-like, pacing around Kagome who was sprawled shamelessly on the couch, exhausted from exercise, " Now, I know you have a very special way of thinking, but-"
"AHAHA!" Kagome gave a good laugh and leaned forward saying, "Alright…let's do this alter-ego thing.."
" I know you think it's silly, but-wait…really?"
"Yes! Let's do this! It'll be fun!"
So they role played for a while, until they found it. The cool, confident, arrogant aloof character.
"Won't they be expecting that though?" Kagome asked nervously, "I mean…that's completely opposite of me! That'll be an obvious-"
"Hon…" Sango said as she leaned forward and caught the black haired woman in a hug, "No ones expecting you to come back…"
So, "Kit", as they liked to call her alter-ego, was born.
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Kagome stepped out and smoothed her dress. It was a very beautiful dress, indeed. And there was no problem with her fitting in it. It was perfect, like a glove. It hung and hugged where it needed to. Sango insisted she put it on before they did make up and hair, lest they mess up hours of good, hard work.
Sango set to work, first cleaning her face, then patting a light foundation, followed by powder. She did so incredibly carefully, like as if Kagome was a china doll, very carefully, like as if she would break if she pushed or pulled too hard.
Sango reached for a brush and combed her hair thoroughly taking hair to smooth out any knots, and a few snips here and there to touch it up. Then she reached for two sparkly dark blue chopsticks.
"No, no, I can't, they're your favorite…" Kagome protested as she had them poised in her mouth as she twisted Kagomes hair, careful to leave some strands down sop she could curl them later. She stuck them in her hair and said:
"Consider them a good luck charm…they never let me down…" She said as she sprayed Kagomes hair wih hair spray and took a step to examine her progress.
"Wow, Kags! You look…wow…"
"Thjanks to you buddy, Kagome smiled at her friends reflection in the mirror and then turned to face her.
"I couldn't have done this without you…" Kagome started as she held her hand..
"Oh, you!" Sango exclaimed bashfully, still playful, and was going to start working on Kagome again.
"No…seriously, " Sango returned her stern gaze, " I mean it…you've helped me so much…and now…I feel like I should help you too…"
Kagome got up and held her friend by the shoulders looking her deeply in the eyes.
"You don't need to shut yourself up here just because Kohaku and I-"
Sango pulled her down back onto her chair and said, " We should continue or else you're gonna be late…."
Her friend was all of the sudden very interested in the label on the hair spray and Kagome sighed dejectedly at her reflection…
This isn't the end of it…Thought Kagome as Sango continued with her hair. The two lucky chopsticks held her hair up in a messy, but elegant, bun.
Sango smiled and said, "I'm a amazing!" and continued on to finish Kagome's makeup.
Kagome laughed and added, "Very modest too.." and her friend proceeded to thwack her on the head.
By the time she was done there was only half an hour left till the party. Kagome blinked her black lined eyes nervously, and pursed her pink colored lips. While she waited for Sango to bring out a Samurai sword.
Instead Sango brought out two small, dagger like objects.
"What? Inu-Yasha will slice me up!…"
"No, trust me Kags. You have an advantage with these, and it takes more strength to be able to maneuver them. And you're ready. Besides, don't tell me you have any oom in that slim fitting dress for a samurai sword?"
Kagome smiled and pulled her friend into a hug.
"Thanks again…for everything…"
"Oh, come on! What are friends for."
Sango handed her a black purse with the invitation in it.
"Go get 'em, Tiger," Sango beamed encouragingly as she saw Kagome out.
Kagome looked back to flash one more smile and was off.
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A/N: That's part one! The next part weill be up in a few hours. This chapter is three parts long! Imma gonna makethem extra long cuz I'll be in Mexico visiting family for two weeks…ahhhh…imagining good REAL Mexican food and sunny afternoons filled with hammocks and fresh fruit… Anywayz, yesm, I'll be posting up more. I could have put it all up in one chapter, but it seems a little bit too much. But don't worry. It's just begun, wink wink.