Her fingers glided over the keyboard as the soft hum on the lights buzzed overhead. A dull ache had begun to for behind her left eye. Kagome tried to ignore it, but it creeped up in strength. The phone rang and she answered, more questions on previous months bombing. Authorities had arrested a local street gang, but ended up releasing them.
The city was on edge, she couldn't stay and sit at home while her boss was traveling. She had tried to take a day off, the lack of school work during the summer break caused massive boredom. Sighing, Kagome rubbed her temples in irritation, this headache was going to be the death of her. She called to Kagura's office, asking to go home. The elder female assured her it was fine and to take it easy. The last months work load along with her bosses personal load was enough to give her a headache. Kagome thanked Kagura, then set about packing her things.
As Kagome entered the elevator she sent a quick text to Miroku and to Sango. The elevator stopped and let a few more employees on. Kagome closed her eyes as she listened to their idle chatter.
" Call from Sesshomaru-Sama" a voice sounded from her bag. Answering the phone,Kagome could feel the other employees eyes on her.
"Where are you?" His voice strained, he was mad. Knitting her eyebrows she told him that she was ill and headed home. He cut her off as she was explaining Kagura had given her permission.
" Do not leave the building. I'm two blocks away. Someone tried to burn your families shrine down,"
Kagome was silent. Blood rushing in her ears dulled the volume of his voice. He was saying something but her brain wasn't processing.
"The shrine," her voice trailed off as the elevator opened the doors again.
" Kagome?" He asked irritated he had not received an answer.
"I-I'm sorry, sir, I'm still here," she forced out, her throat tight.
"Have security escort you to the car park," was the last thing he said before hanging up.
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They pulled down the road towards her family home in silence. He had made multiple phone calls in the car as she tried to calm her anxiety. Her home. She hadn't been to the shrine in a few months. However from the conversations and barking orders, she gathered that part of the house she grew up in was destroyed.
As her eyes gazed out the window, she tried to remember what the house looked like. The memories were hazy at best. Hell the last time she had stepped foot in the actual house was when she moved into the foster system. Those were memories she would rather forget.
The car slowed down before parking. "Damn the press is here," Sesshomaru huffed is annoyance. The pair got out of the car and were yelled at by the press. Kagome did not need to see to understand the cameras were flashing as photographers snapped pictures of the pair. Her mood darken as she smelled the burning the rubble up the long stair case.
They silently climbed the stairs, Kagome counting each step they took. While the visual memories were a haze, she had mapped the core property out by steps. Just like she had her high school, primary school, college, and even her apartment now.
stopped, her breath caught in her throat. She heard the yelling from emergency services, the cracklings of the fire that had yet to be contained. A male came up and introduced himself to the pair. As Sesshomaru spoke, Kagome stared at where she knew the house to be.
It was tan and white, at least the main house was. The secondary addition was partly charred and burned away. She wondered where the fire had ended. She fought the urge to curse. Without hesitation or embarrassment she cut off the fire inspector.
"What part of the house is damaged?" Her tone clip and tart.
"The back left portion, it ran down towards the kitchen. That back wall is gone," the male said, as he glanced at Sesshomaru.
She move from beside her boss and towards the home, her cane tapping along the pavement. The back wall. Storage room. Grandpa.
Her pace quickened, an uncontrollable sense of desperation bubbling up into her chest.
"Kagome?" Sesshomaru called after her as she stumbled. She ignored him, her finger tips barely reaching the door handle. Her heart hammered away at her chest. The splintered door did not need the handle, the fire staff had broken through the door. Probably thinking there were people inside. She walked into a small table from the front room. Growling she pushed it out of her way and used her cane.
"Fucking fools," She grumbled as she staggered her way towards the back hall. Of course there would be stuff in the way, they had broken the door. She couldn't really be angry at the fire staff, but on
the other hand she was.
"Kagome, what is the matter?" Sesshomaru asked, finally catching up to her. He listened to her mumble about people tearing peoples houses apart as she stumbled into a chair.
"The back hall is where my grandpa kept our family heirlooms. The Bow of Tusbiki, the finger of the Faceless Monk, my mommas jewelry," she replied.
His hand shot out and stopped her from tripping over exposed wiring. He grasped her had and led her towards the back hall. She didn't want to admit it but she was thankful he was helping her. She felt like she had put a finger in a light socket. The pair reached the back hall. The smell of burnt plastic and wood dogged the air.
"How bad is it?" She asked, letting go of his hand.
"A lot has been destroyed," he said softly, as though it would lessen the blow.
Kagome pressed her lips together to keep the soft sob that wanted to escape. She felt for the door frame and moved her hand along the wall. A dirty film shifted with her movements, her eyes burned with tears.
"What am I doing to do?" She asked. Her voice suddenly wet with emotion.