(FtFoIttGoH From the Feilds of Ice to the Gates of Hell) Now you'll get frequent updates!!! Sorry for the wait!
Kagome looked at her best friend Yumi. The girl had her blond hair in a bun and blue eyes sparkled like the water and sun. Her and Yumi had been friends ever since she could remember...practically since she was four and her daddy had...well...mommy had said daddy went away and...was never coming back. But mommy had also said they'd see him again; leaving young Kagome confused, how can you never come back yet see someone again? It didn't make any sense to her...
"Is Jennita coming?" She asked Yumi curiously as the two of them sat at the park together. Yumi just shrugged, and stood up.
"I don't think so, I'm going home; see ya, Kagome." Yumi smiled as she strolled over to the exit of the park. There was something unnatuaral about that smile.
"Okay." Kagome grinned, she would never forget that leer. Even hours later, with her mother on the way to the mall, her little brother and father at home. She heard her mother turn down On Top of the World and turned to look at her middle aged mother. She had her brown hair pulled back into a bun and wore a black dress. Kagome grinned at her.
When they entered the mall, they had a great time---untill Kagome saw Jennita and Yumi walking with each other, gossiping with the popular kids. The area went foggy as Young Yumi turned older, and Jennita joined her. Like a dream Yumi said something Kagome couldn't hear; then Jennita spoke up.
"You're ugly, Kagome, try hiding that horror of a face!" Jennita jeered. Kagome felt it, the betrayal; how could her best friend do this to her? All for popularity? No, Jennita would never do that! But as fifth, sixth, and seventh grade flew by; Kagome grew less sure. Untill in eight, she accepted the creul truth; Yumi and Jennita had ditched her for popularity.
The area went foggy again; then it showed a funeral. Kagome was ten and holding her seven year old brothers' hand. Kagome was watching it as horror dawned around her. "Anywhere but here!" She howled as a casket was carried down the ailse; Kagome started to sob as all those memories she'd locked away began to swirl in her minds eye. "ANYWHERE!"
The area shifted yet again and Kagome stood by Yokaino, the nicest friend she'd ever hand. He wore a blue tee and a pair of normal jeans. He had aurburn hair and green eyes and was constantly smiling. "It could always be worse," was his philosphy. Throught her whole middle school years she never did understand why everyone hated her...untill Yokaino told her what he'd heard:
"They hate you Kagome because---they said it themselves, that being the prettiest girl in school and not knowing it was going to ruin all thier chances at ever having boyfriends. They also said that everything about you is uncool. But thats wrong Kagome. You don't need all that make-up. It hides you. You're very pretty, don't let thier petty anger towards you ruin your life. Its YOUR life, and they can't controll it! And thats what make them so creul, its because they know they can't make you feel inferoir without your consent. If you believe them, then your consent is giving way."
A few gunshots were heard; Kagome turned around and screamed.
Kagome shot up, her breathing laboured as a few beads of cold sweat rolled down her cheek. Her eyes were wide and terrified and her breath was coming out in rasps as pure terror still resided in her. The gun shots---had they been real? Or had then part of her dream? She shook her head, she was being ridiculous.
The girl looked out the window as she felt the ever impending sense of dread begin to overwhelm her, she shuddered slighy as a cold wind flew into her room; that was odd. It was late September, it should be warmer. In fact She, Kikyo, Rin, Ayame, Sango, Shippo, Koga, Miroku, Inuyasha; and a very very very reluctant Sesshomaru were going to the beach. Kagome smiled widely as she observed her new room.
The room itself was 14 feet by 15 feet and a seven foot high celing. On the west side(a width) there was a window that was about 3 feet by 4. Under that was her desk, much like a teachers desk. It was dark maghogony wood and a couple notebooks, a pen and pencils laid in a small tray by her red leather lamp. On the other side of her dest was her Ipod, a book, her homework, and her oragnizer. In the center of the desk, next to her labtop was her lava lamp. On the right side of the desk(pen, pencil side) was a bookshelf she'd filled with all of her new books she'd gotten. On the left side was her wardrobe and dresser. And on both sides of the esemble was a poster; one of Avril Lanvinge, another of Orlando Bloom.
The south side(a length) of the room held three windows in precession; each about three feet by two feet. Under the leftmost one was a green mushroom chair, the rightmost one had a blue mushroom chair under it. The center had a red beanbag chair under it with a lush green/blue carpet under it. In the open wall spaces between the windows; one housed the TV, and the other the game systems.
The east side of the room held her door, her hope chest, and her storage rack. The rack was about three feet wide, five feet long and four feet tall and a light tan brown in color. Right next to it was a smaller desk that you would more likely see in first grade. Above the smaller desk another couple posters resided by a white board with five markers for it. And on the desk was a notepad with her first list of her Ten Reasons To, this on had been Ten Reasons to Like my New Home.
At the north side of her room is where her bed sat, looking directly out her south windows every night and morning. And on the left side of her bed, there was the secret door. But on the right was a nightstand where her alarm clock, radio, small table lamp; and diary sat.
Kagome strode over to the windows and shut them firmly; closing out the cold summer night air while shivering slightly. She looked at the clock; it read 12:00am. But Kagome wasn't tired; with a sudden flash of inspiration, she snatched her CD's from under her bed and her diary. Not to mention a couple other things.
Kagome went over to the Hikaku's door way and opened it; clumsily following the narrow path whilst dragging a bag of speacail items with her. At last she entered the small, pentagal, and humble room with a small smile. Placed the bag on the hope chest and looked out the western window with another small sad smile.
Out came her CD's and extra radio, Kagome chose a select three to bring with her back to her room. Installing new batteries to the radio, Kagome then put the remaining CD's in a CD rack she'd boughten from the store. Her diary earned a place on a small, collaspable nightstand by the mattress, where Kagome had dragged it to the northern corner. After about thirty minutes the girl stood back to admire her work.
At the western corner, the small window had curtains flapping in the breeze, the southwestern corner had her thrid nightstnad with her CDs and radio; the southern corner held the door, the south eastern corner had the smaller hopechest with a few no-nothing things on it. At the eastern corner sat a small typewriter Kagome had found. The old typewriter sat on a high stool with a slightly shorter stool right next to it. At the northern corner the mattress reigned domiance, and next to it was the collaspable nightstand with the lava lamp and diary on it.
She looked at her other radio, it read 1:00am. Now Kagome was tired. With a stiffled yawn she went to the western most corner and shut the window; with another yawn, Kagome headed for the mattress...it was Saturady tommorow, after all. She would have to get up at eight though; to get ready for the beach party at ten. She wanted to look nice for Inuyasha...whoa, whoa, whoa! Did she just think what she thought she thought? How could it be? She reflected, sitting up with a hay gaze. I can't like him! He's too popular, too rich, too boisterous...and here's little meek Kagome. Oh well, she thought, not for long. Tommorow, Kagome mused, tommorow you meet the new Kagome.
She'd spent nearly her whole life hiding behind layers of gunk. She hid her face---the pnly who'd told her she wasn't ugly-save her family- was Yokaino. Then Kagome remembered her real reason for being up so late and shivered, though there was no gust nor wind in the room.
Sobs threatened to wrack her body, but she'd cried herself hoarse hundereds of times. Over death, school, and life---oh yes, life. Life seemed intent to make her time on earth miserable, or so she'd thought. That been before meeting Inuyasha and the others. Before meeting belligerant Inuyasha, cool Sesshomaru, smart aleck Sango, show off Koga, perverted Miroku, sneaky Shippo, fanshoinable Rin, qiuet and loyal Kikyo, and always smiling Ayame. That had been before.
But one thing still preyed on her mind, was she cool enough to stay a part of thier friendship? Was she pretty enough? Would she know what to do? Kagome had never felt so nervous, not even when she had to give her fire policy statement last year infront of Jennita. That was like nothing now, she'd finally gained a life, but would she lose it soon as it was gained?
She was terrified; Kikyo had wandered away from the dance for a minute, a single minute to go to the bathroom. A short sixty seconds and she'd been kidnapped by Naraku. Note to self: next time, bring Ayame, Sango, or Rin. Naraku gave a wicked smile, and dimly, she realized that he'd tied her hands to the bed.
She began to scream, while Naraku began to tear at her new expensive midnight blue dress. She felt him use his legs to push hers down and hold them apart she screamed even louder and began to struggle; making Naraku swear loudly and slap her. Kikyo felt stars erupt in front of her eyes as tear began to form. "STOP IT! LET ME GO!" Kikyo screamed as Naraku whacked her upside the head. A bruise began to form.
Kikyo knew how she must look right now. Hands taped to a table leg, dress ripped beyond repair. A bruised cheek and a bloody bruise on her forehead. Not to mention the despised, nearly nude form above her. Kikyo let out another scream, making Naraku growl out angirly; "Stupid wench; cooperate!"
"Heeeeelp! Sesshomaru! Inuyasha! Sesshomaru! SOMEBOD-!" Kikyo screamed, with large amounts of tears coming into her eyes. What had she ever done to him to deserve this? He hit again on the bloody spot on her head, an extreme amout of pain coursed through her brain as she fell back to the hard pavement.
Kikyo heard a faint roar of rage and the nest thing she knew, Sesshomaru was holding her up and his coat was around her shoulders. Without warning she fell onto his shoulder and began to cry. Her frail little body was racked by sobs, by sobs of her past and present. She was surprised when she felt Sesshomaru's hand stroking her cheek softly, wiping away the tears. Now that was odd, when she realized that he didn't know he was doing it.
"Shhhh." Sesshomaru hissed softly and almost comfortingly. "Its okay, Kikyo. I'm here...we're here now..." Kikyo's beautifull bronze eyes shone with unshed tears up at her savior, but looking over she saw Inuyasha kicking Naraku's ass in a simple fist fight...over her. Great, now she felt guilty. But it felt great to be in Sesshomaru's arms...even if it had only been a month since she and Inuyasha had broke up. But her moment of bliss was broken.
"Sesshoma---!" Ayame said, racing up the steps and pausing in the doorway at the scene. Inuyasha's fist fight with Naraku; and Sesshomaru comforting Kikyo was something new to her. Kikyo groaned inwardly, now of all the times for Ayame to come. What was she thinking? She just nearly got raped by a total bastard and she's mad at a friend for ruining a happy moment! Where had her brain gone? "Whats going on?"
"Ayame, can you find something for Kikyo to wear?" Sesshomaru asked, his gaze never moving from Kikyo's face. "And alert the teachers..." Ayame nodded as Sesshomaru helped Kikyo up "...he might still be alive when they get here..." Ayame sweat-dropped as she helped Kikyo out of the room. With Kikyo limping slightly. They could hear yelps in the room and swearing Inuyasha AND Sesshomaru.
"Wow, Kikyo," Ayame commented dryly as they slowly stumbled down the stairs. Kikyo looked at her curiously, waiting for her friend to continue. A couple more yelps and a shriek was heard from the room they'd just left; appently Inuyasha and Sesshomaru were ripping off Naraku's head AND swearing ", you got both of them swearing."
Suddenly, Naraku was there, Ayame was gone! Wait, where was Inuyasha and Sesshomaru? Where was she? What the fuck was Naraku doing to her! Shit! she needed to get out of here! She needed somebody, anybody to help her! Inuyasha, Sango, Ayame, Rin, Shippo, Koga, Sesshomaru, Miroku...Kagome?
Kikyo woke up, with major beads of sweat rolling down her temple. It had been a nightmare, it had been a nightmare. Thank kami for the new girl, probably the only reason Kikyo even woke up. For one, Kagome had definitly not been there when Naraku had tried his...anatics.
She looked around her quaint room with her head spinning. The blue walls, purple carpet and purlpe celing defintly reflected her mood right now. Sad, scared, and alone. Very much alone, heh, funny as it was Kikyo thought it was just ironic. The new girl and her look so much alike, both have terrible pasts and both are alone.
Miroku and Sango had each other, even though it wasn't officail it was pretty obvious. As for Koga and Ayame; they were officail, and the connection between the two was so noticable. As for Shippo and Rin, they acted like they didn't care for each other, the fashion freak and the drummer beach boy. Talk about ironic. And Inuyasha and Sesshomaru were brothers, infact, half-brothers. But still Sesshomaru protected Inuyasha as his brother did for him.
Sesshomaru also protected you, the evil voice in her head jeered as she once again remembered the feeling of being in Sesshomaru's arms. So carefree and light...so right. But it didn't make any sense, she'd just gotten over Inuyasha and then she falls for the first guy that comes along. The-stupidst-thing-to-do-ever! But it had happened, thats why she'd refused Hojo's proprosal. Because she had an unknown crush on someone she'd never expect.
Sesshomaru. Odd. Kikyo strode across her room. Her desk and all of her necessities were on the north wall with her bookcase. At the south wall she had a door that led to a balconey; and on either side od the door was a hope chest and dresser. On the west wall was her bed and nightstand, and on the east wall her TV and closet reigned pure dominace. She had a huge closet.
A closet of memories. Everything was too painfull; thats why she decided to not recall her past. But sometimes it called apon itself, at the dark of night or the peace of class. Maybe when she was just walking and minding her own buisness. Or when she saw Naraku---that was definitly the worst, when she saw that...that...that bastard; her memories overwhelmed her. She felt dirty and used, even if Naraku hadn't sucessfully raped her. She'd taken millions of showers and baths since then, but she always felt this way. Always slightly dirty.
Thats why when she smiled it never reached her eyes. Or when her eyes shone with a smile that never reached her beautifull, used face. Thats why she trembled in fear when the bastard was near, thats why she was afraid to be herself. She didn't want to get raped again; for the most ridiculous reasons. But thats how life was starting to play out for her, and she'd accepted it.
And to think she'd be doing something as simple as going to the beach tommorow.
Naraku paced back and forth, thinking of how Kikyo Midoriko had almost been his. So close. But then that Inuyasha and Sesshomaru had decided to ruin it for him! How dare he, Naraku seethed, as he looked out his apartment window. A lock of greasy black hair fell across his maroon eyes and with a flicker of annoyance the eighteen year old shoved it from his face.
Naraku looked out his window as a rain cloud began to form over the city. It was completely calm outside, not even the sound of a car starting up. The calm before my storm, Naraku thought with a rather evil grin; as it began to pour outside. Then he spotted a girl running through the streets desprately as rain was pouring around her.
Naraku looked at Shishimi and Gukiaru; at the look in his eyes they grinned. The three of them lumbered out of the apartment and to the street. Hiding behind a trash can, they waited for the unfortunate girl to come thier way. She was on her cell phone and muttering about "When that stupid wolf listens..." or "Now! I need you to pick me up!" and "Thanks Koga, see you soon." She put up her cellphone and headed for the over hang at the bakery.
"Hello," Naraku said, grabbing the young burnettes arms. The ookami youkai emmited a scream, but Naraku put his hand over her mouth. "Now, don't struggle; we won't kill you." The girl seemed to relax a very little bit, before Naraku continued "I only want my way with you." The girl began to struggle twice as hard.
He jerked his head as for his friends to take her arms and follow him. Gukiaru replaced Naraku's hand with his own as he and Shishimi followed thier leader to his apartment. Thank kami it was midnight or he'd have to make up an excuse to drag a girl to his room with his two gangsters. The girl had fallen limp and tears were falling from her eyes.
Soon they'd tied her to Naraku's bedstand, he nodded for Shishimi and Gukiaru to leave; the two youkai nodded and left the room slowly. After they left Naraku turned to the girl. "What is your name, girl. And your age. And tell me the truth, I'll know if you're lying." To prove his point, Naraku lifted a small knife, the girl gulped.
"M-m-my name is Kalie Ookami, Koga's little sister." At her words Naraku laughed with a cold that made Kalie shiver as Naraku sat by her. "And I'm..." She stopped and Naraku, angry, lifted the blade under her chin. Kalie was crying hard by now, her body racked by sobs, making Naraku fell satisfied. "...sixteen."
"Ah, nice and young." Naraku grinned, as Kalie looked at him fearfully. "Not to mention you are the mangy wolf's younger sister...hmmm, I think I'll pay him back a debt I owe him." Naraku murmured. Kalie grew instantly hopefull, was he going to let her go? "Yes, a revenge that will go through you," Naraku growled,both turning back to Kalie and smashing her small flicker of hope. "That way your brother will know not to mess with Naraku Onigumo ever agian!"
Kalie screamed as Naraku ripped her shorts and shirt off her in one swoop; with a glowing lust, Naraku began to strip as he grinned to himself. See how Koga and his friends like this.
A/N: Uh-oh, Naraku's raped Kalie. How will Koga and the others react to this tommorow when Kalie tells them?
Next Chapter: When Things go Wrong.
Inuyasha is kissed by Ayumi after telling Kagome he really likes her. Kalie tells her story; Kagome and Inuyasha begin thier blood fued. Miroku is cuaght talking to one of his so called cousins as Koga is holding Kalie, Ayame, not knowing her thinks Koga is cheating on her and Sesshomaru is kissed by Eri, making Kikyo think he doesn't like her! Its all up to Shippo and Rin to clean up the mess of the Beach Party Gone Wrong!