Previously, Kagome escaped the wrath of her bullies while Onigumo and Naraku have found themselves stuck in someone else's body.
Why? Why, do they hate me so much, Kagome pondered as she continued running away from the group of girls.
After many minutes of running and hearing no one run after her Kagome realized no one was coming after her.
Deciding that it was safe to stop running, Kagome slowed down her spriting until it became a light job and then completely stopped to rest. After stopping she bent down, placed her hands on knees and inhaled all the air she could get.
"Ah, my legs burn! Good thing Papa forced me to play sports over the summer every year or else I'd never be able to outrun those girls!"
After her short outburst Kagome involving her father, Kagome could not help missing him.
Papa... Where are you? Mama said you went to a place far, far away... But at the same time as long as I keep you in my heart you'll always be with me. But Papa! I miss you! I miss you so much!
As her thoughts of her father flooded her mind, tears she has been holding back, started to fall.
Did you leave because I was a bad girl?! Because I didn't go to bed before 7 o'clock like you told me to?! Because I never finished my carrots?! Because I called Souta stupid that one time and you told me to stop, but I never did?! Papa, I promise I'll be a good girl. I'll sleep before 7 every single night. I'll eat all my carrots. I'll never call Souta stupid again.
While she sobbed her heart out, Kagome kept wiping her tears away the best she could, but it was no use. After breaking the dam that was holding back her sorrow nothing could restraint once more.
Just, please, Papa... Please come home...
As if on cue, Kagome heard footsteps coming from behind her and thinking it was her father she turned with a face full of love and joy, but as soon as her eyes landed on who was approaching her from behind her all love and joy left her face and was replaced with disappointment and frustration.
As she kept her eyes fixated on the stranger's figure, between her hiccups and sniffles she was able to mutter, "You're not Papa."
The stranger continued calmly approaching Kagome and while he kept advancing towards her Kagome did not run away. It could have been because he looked like a boy no older than her or that she was too emotionally exhausted to even move an inch from where she was standing, but either way the more the boy got closer to Kagome the more wary of him she became.
Relax, Kagome. You don't know him and most likely he doesn't know you. Just breathe, he'll walk right past you. What kind of boy stop and talk to a crying girl? Which is what Kagome told herself until the boy stopped right in front of her.
"Why am I not surprised you look disappointed seeing me," the boy mused with a chuckle.
Surprised and confused by the stranger's words Kagome was able to momentarily pull herself out of her despair and successfully wipe her tears away from her eyes just enough her to get a good look at the face of the boy.
The first thing she noticed about the boy's face was not his beautiful tan skin or freckled sprinkled cheeks, but his eyes.
One's blue and one's red... Kagome mentally awed.
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