Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters.
Acknowledgments: I didn't come up with the idea of this story. I got it off from a challenge on Ssp from Forest Karma.
Author: JenNie Beta: Icewings =]
[The Hidden Voice]
Chapter 3
Audition
Somewhere on the streets of Tokyo...
Kagome stared wide-eyed at a very long line full of people auditioning for the concert. The line went from the inside of a large building and was at least 30 yards long.
She sighed in frustration after predicting the amount of time she would be waiting in line: countless hours. Not being one to waste time, Kagome immediately took her place at the back of the line where a girl about her age stood listening to her C.D. By the looks of it, she was walking through some difficult Hip-hop steps.
Kagome couldn't help but feel that her chance of getting in the tour was like one out of a million. Being a professional, she was use to auditions, but this one was different. This was her first audition as a backup dancer for a famous artist.
'Who am I trying to fool?' Kagome asked herself.
Trying to get rid of the pain starting to build up, she closed her eyes and messaged the area on the sides of her forehead. 'I shouldn't have listened to Sango...'
Suddenly someone pushed her from the side, almost making her fall. Kagome was about to snap at the person until she realized that hip-hop girl had run into her by accident while doing a twist step. She took off her earpieces and immediately apologized. "I'm sooo sorry!"
"No problem. Nice...moves." Kagome said while staring at the girl's awkward hair. She'd really meant to say "hair", but not wanting to give the wrong impression, she chose a different word.
If Kagome had to use one word to describe the girl's hair, she would have said unique. She hadn't noticed it until now, but the girl had silver white highlights!
She must have noticed that Kagome was staring at the odd colored locks because she suddenly pointed up at it. " You like?" She asked cheerfully. "People think they're highlights but they're actually natural!"
Kagome stared dumbfounded at it. Fortunately, she snapped out of it. The other girl didn't seem to mind, as if it was something that happened often. She just shrugged it off, extended her hand and introduced herself.
" Hi! My name is Mikadzuki Miki!"
Her chocolate brown eyes scanned the room one last time, knowing all too well that she had most likely forgotten something. She glanced over at the large shelf full of educational books, picture frames, stuff toys, etc., and let her hand slide across its smooth surface until it came to a stop at an object that had caught her eye.
' Hiten . . .'
She carefully lifted up a picture frame to get a better look at the picture within.
' I miss you so much . . ."
It was a picture of Hiten and her at an amusement park. Sango was happily clutching a huge blue/gray, stuffed dolphin. Hiten was behind her, his arms wrapped around her slim waist and his head resting on top of hers.
Sango remembered that one joyful day. They had rode on several thrilling rides and ate countless sweets that she could have sworn she had gained weight from. Her lips curled downward into a slight frown as she also recalled a point at the park when Hiten had almost gotten into a fight with her friend.
With that thought on her mind, more hurtful memories came back to her. One particular memory just wouldn't leave her alone.
Flashback
' What's happened to us?'
Sango ran with only one thought on her mind - get to Hiten.
The weather was slightly chilly but Sango didn't notice. Each breath of cold air dried her throat; making it feel as if her lungs were on fire. Her face was streaked with tears that refused to stop.
' Hiten don't do this to me...'
Sango's hair was loose from its usual ponytail that day. The wind blew and flipped it about giving her a slightly untamed look. She wore a dark blue shirt with sleeves that came down to her elbows and a simple pair of tight blue jeans.
She finally came to a stop in front of a house and immediately rang the doorbell and anxiously waited for Hiten to open it. There was a sudden jolt and the door opened revealing Hiten behind it. He seemed surprised as he quickly combed his also untied hair with his hands.
" Sango? What are you doing here?"
The question both hurt and stunned her. She couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes.
' I'm probably just disturbing him . . .'
She angrily shook that thought away. How dare he do this to her with no reason or explanation at all?
" We need to talk. Can I come in?"
" Sure, um, just wait a sec."
He quietly closed the door and then several minutes later reopened it and gestured her in. Sango strode inside and took off her slip-in white Nikes, wondering why he had to make her wait before letting her in, but she put the thought aside knowing that there was a more important issue at hand.
She followed Hiten to the living room and took a seat in one of the many comfortable chairs scattered around the cream carpet. He sat down on a couch across from her. Only a clear glass table separated the two.
" So. What is it you want to talk about?" Hiten examined his cuticles with hooded eyes.
' How can he be so calm about this? Doesn't he care about us?' Sango wondered. "It's about your phone call. You said that you were considering "
" Us to stop seeing each other. Yes, I said that." Interrupted Hiten almost impatiently. He now took his gaze off his fingertips to stare lazily at her.
Sango willed herself to not cry again. Even so, she could still feel the tears building up in her eyes.
" Do you really mean it?" She said softly, almost a whisper.
" Girl, look," Hiten had suddenly stood up and crossed his arms, " We're not going anywhere and you're..." His voice trailed off into silence.
" I'm what, Hiten?" Sango questioned almost sadly, but he could hear the anger that rang all too clear. There was a deep silence for several seconds as if he was afraid to answer. ' Answer me, coward . .'
His voice came out barely above a whisper. "You're just not good enough for me."
The statement made Sango question herself, and for the first time in years, she felt her self-esteem slip away. ' So that's it. That's the reason. I'm just not good enough for him.'
Hiten continued to stare interestedly elsewhere and seemed oblivious to Sango's deep hurt. Sango, on the other hand, refused to look at him. The one whom she thought she'd love forever had just stabbed her in the heart, along with shattering any positive thoughts Sango had about herself.
" I-I see... I'll leave you alone now."
With that as her only goodbye, she turned to walk out of the house. Her mind felt sluggish and she couldn't think straight. The tears she'd worked hard to not shed had begun streaming down her face once more.
If Sango had stayed a few seconds longer she would have herd a feminine voice question Hiten.
" Who was she?"
End of Flashback
With a cry of rage, Sango threw the delicate glass frame at the wall.
She was satisfied at the resounding smash: when it shattered into a thousand pieces.
A line of dancers stood side-by-side facing a group of judges seated behind a long table. Each and every one of the dancers was anxiously waiting to see who actually made it in the tour.
Kagome stood right next to Miki feeling very pessimistic of the results. She felt that she had done a terrible job in following the instructor's moves. She was possibly one of the worst dancers to ever audition!
The judges whispered quietly amongst themselves. Every now and then they gave curious looks at some of the dancers as if they were deciding if he or she was in suitable physical shape. Finally a woman wearing bright red baggy pants and a black shirt stood before the line of dancers.
" Before I begin, I would like to thank you all for coming here. It's an honor for us to have such talented young dancers audition for this upcoming concert. Everyone here today has great potential and has shown their unique style of modern dance. Sadly, we can only select as much as seven dancers."
There was a brief pause before she continued.
" Rika, if you will please."
A judge stood up from her seat behind the woman and slipped a white piece of paper into her hand.
" The following dancers have been chosen: Tomari Emi, Nakamura Osamu, Misakawa Hideki, Mikadzuki Miki, Takeuchi Tadao, Maseba Toru, and . . ."
There was a second in which the woman waited just to savor the apprehensive looks on the dancers' faces. Unknown to them, everyone held their breath.
" Higurashi Kagome."
Acknowledgments: I didn't come up with the idea of this story. I got it off from a challenge on Ssp from Forest Karma.
Author: JenNie Beta: Icewings =]
[The Hidden Voice]
Chapter 3
Audition
Somewhere on the streets of Tokyo...
Kagome stared wide-eyed at a very long line full of people auditioning for the concert. The line went from the inside of a large building and was at least 30 yards long.
She sighed in frustration after predicting the amount of time she would be waiting in line: countless hours. Not being one to waste time, Kagome immediately took her place at the back of the line where a girl about her age stood listening to her C.D. By the looks of it, she was walking through some difficult Hip-hop steps.
Kagome couldn't help but feel that her chance of getting in the tour was like one out of a million. Being a professional, she was use to auditions, but this one was different. This was her first audition as a backup dancer for a famous artist.
'Who am I trying to fool?' Kagome asked herself.
Trying to get rid of the pain starting to build up, she closed her eyes and messaged the area on the sides of her forehead. 'I shouldn't have listened to Sango...'
Suddenly someone pushed her from the side, almost making her fall. Kagome was about to snap at the person until she realized that hip-hop girl had run into her by accident while doing a twist step. She took off her earpieces and immediately apologized. "I'm sooo sorry!"
"No problem. Nice...moves." Kagome said while staring at the girl's awkward hair. She'd really meant to say "hair", but not wanting to give the wrong impression, she chose a different word.
If Kagome had to use one word to describe the girl's hair, she would have said unique. She hadn't noticed it until now, but the girl had silver white highlights!
She must have noticed that Kagome was staring at the odd colored locks because she suddenly pointed up at it. " You like?" She asked cheerfully. "People think they're highlights but they're actually natural!"
Kagome stared dumbfounded at it. Fortunately, she snapped out of it. The other girl didn't seem to mind, as if it was something that happened often. She just shrugged it off, extended her hand and introduced herself.
" Hi! My name is Mikadzuki Miki!"
Her chocolate brown eyes scanned the room one last time, knowing all too well that she had most likely forgotten something. She glanced over at the large shelf full of educational books, picture frames, stuff toys, etc., and let her hand slide across its smooth surface until it came to a stop at an object that had caught her eye.
' Hiten . . .'
She carefully lifted up a picture frame to get a better look at the picture within.
' I miss you so much . . ."
It was a picture of Hiten and her at an amusement park. Sango was happily clutching a huge blue/gray, stuffed dolphin. Hiten was behind her, his arms wrapped around her slim waist and his head resting on top of hers.
Sango remembered that one joyful day. They had rode on several thrilling rides and ate countless sweets that she could have sworn she had gained weight from. Her lips curled downward into a slight frown as she also recalled a point at the park when Hiten had almost gotten into a fight with her friend.
With that thought on her mind, more hurtful memories came back to her. One particular memory just wouldn't leave her alone.
Flashback
' What's happened to us?'
Sango ran with only one thought on her mind - get to Hiten.
The weather was slightly chilly but Sango didn't notice. Each breath of cold air dried her throat; making it feel as if her lungs were on fire. Her face was streaked with tears that refused to stop.
' Hiten don't do this to me...'
Sango's hair was loose from its usual ponytail that day. The wind blew and flipped it about giving her a slightly untamed look. She wore a dark blue shirt with sleeves that came down to her elbows and a simple pair of tight blue jeans.
She finally came to a stop in front of a house and immediately rang the doorbell and anxiously waited for Hiten to open it. There was a sudden jolt and the door opened revealing Hiten behind it. He seemed surprised as he quickly combed his also untied hair with his hands.
" Sango? What are you doing here?"
The question both hurt and stunned her. She couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes.
' I'm probably just disturbing him . . .'
She angrily shook that thought away. How dare he do this to her with no reason or explanation at all?
" We need to talk. Can I come in?"
" Sure, um, just wait a sec."
He quietly closed the door and then several minutes later reopened it and gestured her in. Sango strode inside and took off her slip-in white Nikes, wondering why he had to make her wait before letting her in, but she put the thought aside knowing that there was a more important issue at hand.
She followed Hiten to the living room and took a seat in one of the many comfortable chairs scattered around the cream carpet. He sat down on a couch across from her. Only a clear glass table separated the two.
" So. What is it you want to talk about?" Hiten examined his cuticles with hooded eyes.
' How can he be so calm about this? Doesn't he care about us?' Sango wondered. "It's about your phone call. You said that you were considering "
" Us to stop seeing each other. Yes, I said that." Interrupted Hiten almost impatiently. He now took his gaze off his fingertips to stare lazily at her.
Sango willed herself to not cry again. Even so, she could still feel the tears building up in her eyes.
" Do you really mean it?" She said softly, almost a whisper.
" Girl, look," Hiten had suddenly stood up and crossed his arms, " We're not going anywhere and you're..." His voice trailed off into silence.
" I'm what, Hiten?" Sango questioned almost sadly, but he could hear the anger that rang all too clear. There was a deep silence for several seconds as if he was afraid to answer. ' Answer me, coward . .'
His voice came out barely above a whisper. "You're just not good enough for me."
The statement made Sango question herself, and for the first time in years, she felt her self-esteem slip away. ' So that's it. That's the reason. I'm just not good enough for him.'
Hiten continued to stare interestedly elsewhere and seemed oblivious to Sango's deep hurt. Sango, on the other hand, refused to look at him. The one whom she thought she'd love forever had just stabbed her in the heart, along with shattering any positive thoughts Sango had about herself.
" I-I see... I'll leave you alone now."
With that as her only goodbye, she turned to walk out of the house. Her mind felt sluggish and she couldn't think straight. The tears she'd worked hard to not shed had begun streaming down her face once more.
If Sango had stayed a few seconds longer she would have herd a feminine voice question Hiten.
" Who was she?"
End of Flashback
With a cry of rage, Sango threw the delicate glass frame at the wall.
She was satisfied at the resounding smash: when it shattered into a thousand pieces.
A line of dancers stood side-by-side facing a group of judges seated behind a long table. Each and every one of the dancers was anxiously waiting to see who actually made it in the tour.
Kagome stood right next to Miki feeling very pessimistic of the results. She felt that she had done a terrible job in following the instructor's moves. She was possibly one of the worst dancers to ever audition!
The judges whispered quietly amongst themselves. Every now and then they gave curious looks at some of the dancers as if they were deciding if he or she was in suitable physical shape. Finally a woman wearing bright red baggy pants and a black shirt stood before the line of dancers.
" Before I begin, I would like to thank you all for coming here. It's an honor for us to have such talented young dancers audition for this upcoming concert. Everyone here today has great potential and has shown their unique style of modern dance. Sadly, we can only select as much as seven dancers."
There was a brief pause before she continued.
" Rika, if you will please."
A judge stood up from her seat behind the woman and slipped a white piece of paper into her hand.
" The following dancers have been chosen: Tomari Emi, Nakamura Osamu, Misakawa Hideki, Mikadzuki Miki, Takeuchi Tadao, Maseba Toru, and . . ."
There was a second in which the woman waited just to savor the apprehensive looks on the dancers' faces. Unknown to them, everyone held their breath.
" Higurashi Kagome."