Chapter 16
Kagome blinked in the dark...she had cried for hours, before looking around the room. Since she couldn't sleep, she had decided, to get some cucumbers for her puffy eyes, while making a turkey sandwich. After, when she went up to her room, she had looked around curiously. There, she had found her abandoned diary. Her abandoned diary. Curiously she flipped to the first page…or the last page considering that there was only one entry.
Dear Diary,
This is my first entry. I have always thought a diary was for a child. Something worthless, but now my heart aches for someone I can tell my whole story to. Today, I have just moved into this hateful house. I want to destroy it, burn it down perhaps, and laugh all the while. I am not crazy, or destructive, most people describe me as kind, and caring, not one who would like to see a house on fire. But this house, represents my pain. It is what Mama, left me. Left me…yes. Mama, went back on her promise…now I can still hear her calming voice whispering into my ear that it would always be alright. That she would always protect me…Mama, why did you leave? You told me, that death was just another part of life, another stage, and that death, it self was like a person. A gentle one, none-the-less, and understanding as well. Well then, death, why did you take my mama? Why did you take my papa? Why did you take Souta? I can still remember Souta's bright smile, as he showed me a new insect he discovered, or tell me what he learned at school. Souta's shining eyes, when he looked at me with admiration. I still remember when I had a family. But this house… this house is the only thing I have left. It is a painful reminder, of that I am the only one left. But while this reason makes me want to burn this house, with me possibly in it, it also reminds me of Mama, and Souta. Papa, as well. I think of them, and I want to continue living for them. In this house. In this house that Mama left me with, that papa built (it was explained in a letter Mama left me) and that I will fill with Souta's laughter, and brilliant smiles. I won't give up, and this house will keep me from giving up.
Yours truly,
Kagome H.
Kagome closed the book and hugged it close, turkey sandwich forgotten. Tears were brimming in her eyes, but that hole in her heart seemed filled. Her heart was brimming over with courage, and a soft smile was tugging at the ends of her lips. But most of all, those puffy red eyes were burning with fire. Kagome picked up a pen and opened her diary, and started scribbling furiously.
Dear Diary,
It's been a while hasn't it? I have finally found you once more. Oh, and I need you more then ever now. Now that things have become even worse. The house I once hated, I have come to love. But now, someone else has this house, someone else is living in this house, and this house belongs to someone else. Oh diary, what am I to do? Fight of course. Fight, until I can not fight anymore, or if I win. No, until I win. That is what I am going to do. I will fight, this house will be mine once more. I will not relent.
His name is Inuyasha Takashi. The owner of this house I mean. He is a spoiled brat, and immature to boot. Though I have be-friend his mother, a gentle woman, who reminds me so much of Mama. Her smile is kind, and I am grateful for this friend. We are going to the salon tomorrow! With Sango of course. But I wonder if she will forgive me, when I start this battle with Inuyasha. Oh, I don't mean to hurt him. He has done nothing wrong, but I will have to talk to him. I don't think he will let me have this house, but I hope I am wrong. Yes, I am wrong! Inuyasha, will give me this house if I tell him all of my trouble…I am sure of it! I can not wait until tomorrow! It will have to be better tomorrow.
Yours truly,
Kagome H.
Kagome closed the book and silently picked up the toy beside the bed, on the shelf. She fingered it silently. It was Souta's, Kagome had given it to him for his 10th birthday. On they bottom of the toy, it had Souta's name, written in Souta's childish scrawl. Beside that though, was Kagome's. Since the toy had a rather big bottom, and very flat as well, it had given Kagome a lot of space to add her message. In Kagome's flowery printing, she had wrote:
Love you forever and always twerp.
Your sister
Kagome.
A warm smile came onto her face as she remembered Souta's face light up when he had seen the toy. He had furiously hugged her, and thanked her before running around the house making weird sounds. Silently putting down the shelf where it belonged, she made her way to the bed. She pulled her covers over her, and closed her eyes. She would need a long nights sleep if she was going to try to get Inuyasha to relent to her.
OoO
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"ABSOULTLY NO FRICKING WAY!"
"YOU HAVE TO YOU FUCKING BASTARD!"
"NO WAY BITCH!"
"INUYASHA!"
"I SAID NO!"
"INUYASHA! YOU INCORIGABLE LITTLE PIECE OF-!"
"YOU ARE NO BETTER!"
Kagome sat down in a huff on the bed. HA! What an idiot she was thinking that Inuyasha would actually grow a heart, and let her have the house. Fuming Kagome got up, and walked toward her bedroom.
"Just where do you think you are going wench?"
"To the salon." Kagome replied tartly.
"THE SALON?" Inuyasha asked. They were having a fight, and she was going to the SALON?
"Yes…"
"NO WAY! DO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST WALK OUT LIKE THAT? I COULD KICK YOU OUT RIGHT NOW!"
"Just try."
"FINE! YOU WALK OUT OF THAT DOOR, THEN DON'T COME BACK!"
"I'm going to the salon with your mother."
"Oh…would you like me to drive you?"
OoO
She shook her hair out of her ponytail, and let the wind blow through her hair in Sango's convertible. Kagome had asked Mrs. Takashi if she could bring a friend, and Mrs. Takashi had agreed full heartedly, so here was Sango.
"So, how was work?"
Sango was a police woman. Or a police man. Or…well, Sango belonged with the Police. Sango was the best police woman/man there was. Top in the business. She was one of those police people, who wouldn't just sit around all day, eating donuts. She worked hard, and she set an example. When Sango was in the room, police men would hide her donuts, and start working. That was why she was the officer. And Sango was never well paid, but she loved her job.
"It was okay," Sango replied, breezily. "But Miroku won't stop rambling along about his work…I could give you a better description of Miroku's week then mine."
Miroku, was a sales person. A good one, but people often complained about his lecherous behavior, and how what he sold was always fake, so he never got anywhere.
Arriving at the Salon, Kagome and Sango walked in, both wearing sunglasses, perched on their heads, with casual outfits. They were getting pampered, no use looking pampered, before the pampering.
"Mrs. Takashi!" Kagome giggled, as she hugged the beautiful woman in front of her.
"Izayoi, and this must be Sango!"
"Hi, Mrs. Takashi."
"Remember! Izayoi, Mrs. Takashi sounds SO old!"
They giggled, and headed inside the salon. As the lady scrubbed her hair, and polished her nails, Kagome felt herself relax. Normally she wasn't one of those people who did this much, but today was definitely a day of pampering. Allowing herself to relax fully, she felt herself being lulled into a peaceful sleep, while the Salon Lady scrubbed her hair, and the other apply some make up. She felt she dearly needed some rest after all the hell she had been put through, and all the hell she would be put through.
(A/N this chapter is more in Kagome's perspective, and none of Inuyasha's, but the next chapter will have more Inuyasha, so I hope to even it out. So tired, and so much homework. I got my first F. 44 and life has been complete torture, with the new school, new country, new friends, and new enemies. Ah well, things should get better.
Question of the chapter:
Should Inuyasha treat Kagome like a complete slave or just a servant? I have already planned this, but I just wanted to see the readers point of view.
Okay! That's it! I'm pooped!
Luv,
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