DDD3
(chapter three)
Sometimes when Kagome entered her home, she felt a prescence. It was watching her all the time, and gave off a loving feeling. It didn't bother her too much, she hoped that it was her dead lover, Hojo, whom she gave everything to before he died.
A tear slid down her cheek. Why did the bastard have to die? What the hell did he ever do? He was just innocent Hojo! My innocent, kind hearted Hojo! She stopped as a car cut her off, and honked her horn.
"MORON!" she shouted, turning the corner to continue on her path home.
A red car appeared out of nowhere and was heading straight towards her. She slowed her car and turned the wheel harshly, so now she was driving the opposite way, the way she had came.
A mile of curses rang
from her mouth as she turned the corner sharply, and stopped. She
looked back, quickly, the red car passed her, heading straight, and
was followed by five police cars.
The driver looked familiar,
ever so familiar. It was a woman.
Kagome sighed and drove to the intersection of the street and made a U-turn. The morons that give these people licenses to drive. God, have mercy.
"I'm home," Kagome said, entering the kitchen. She looked around as if expecting to see someone or something out of the ordinary. Her eyes saddened and hardened. Slowly emotion drained from her face.
It was already dark outside by the time she began to cook dinner. I should have gotten something to eat earlier. She glared out the window into the darkness. She had parked her car in the garage her mother had paid someone to make. "Did you have a good day at work, honey?" she whispered to Hojo, whom wasn't there.
An image of Hojo smiling with an apron on and a batch of freshly baked cookies in his arms entered her mind. Hojo, my darling Hojo.