If I said that I owned InuYasha, Kagome and the Gang, I would be lying...
Dance With me, My Dear
Looks Like That One Hurt...
Kagome awoke the next morning, hair ruffled and dark eyes filled with sleep. Letting her eyes drift close, she could feel her dreams calling out to her: enveloping her in their power and luring her back into the world of fairytale endings, true love, horrific moments of truth, and creatures that should never be released from the prison they resided in.
Letting one eye drift open, Kagome sighed softly. She could feel the warm sunlight pooling on her face, making it impossible for the sandman to keep its claim. Turning her head, she glanced over at her alarm clock. Its green numbers made her groan, knowing that in just a few hours she would be back at work again, earning money for a life that held a note of finality with every breath her lungs used and every beat her heart took.
Swinging her long legs over the side of her bed, she stood up and stretched. She walked about her room, one hand running through her tangled hair and the other reaching for her towel. With this simple chore done, she wandered into her bathroom, and turned on the taps to her shower.
Stepping in, she let the hot water run over her for a moment before she considered the previous night.
Intense amber eyes flashed in her memory, and despite the hot water, a shiver worked its way down her spine. She shook her head, trying to dislodge the memory from her brain. To her happiness the memory slipped away like a fallen leaf on a breeze.
Not wanting to continue along that particular train of thought, Kagome abandoned her memories of the previous night and stepped out of the shower. Knowing she wasn't alone in her apartment, she wrapped a towel securely around her petite form. I wonder how Miroku, Sango and Kohaku are doing...
Unlike the to-be-decided fortunate or unfortunate Kagome, Miroku and Sango awoke not alone, but with someone else.
A screech filled the air as Sango jumped off the bed, gathering the blankets around her. "You LECHER!" she screamed, "WHAT DID YOU DO!"
Miroku groaned and rolled over. "What do you mean -" His eyes widened in surprise as he saw who stood at the side of the bed. "Sango?" Miroku asked in confusion (and with just a hint of manly proudness on his face), "What are you doing here?"
"I SHOULD ASK YOU THE SAME QUESTION!" she screeched, her entire body shaking with anger.
Popping her head into the room, Kagome decided to intervene before things became violent. "Chill you two." Nodding her head towards Sango, "You, your brother and Miroku were all drunk out of your minds when the bar closed, so I drove you to my apartment." Kagome looked at Miroku with wonderment on her face. "Though how you two got into the same room is beyond my knowledge, since I know for a fact that I left both you and Kohaku on the couch in the living room..."
If Sango had been a cartoon character, or even a comic book character, several large anger marks would have appeared all over her face. "YOU PERVERT! HOW DARE YOU WANDER INTO THIS ROOM!"
Miroku winced at the tone of her voice. "Sango, I'm truly sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen! I must have sleepwalked into your room...!" He looked pleadingly over at Kagome, wishing for her to understand and back him.
Sango turned her head towards Kagome, a dangerous look in her eyes that let Kagome know that if she did not back her good friend she would be cleaning blood out of her carpet. "Yea...Miroku does have a tendency to sleep walk." Kagome pursed her lips. "However this is the first time he has wandered into another woman's bed..." Smirking at Miroku, "My only guess is that subconsciously he must have wanted something from you Sango..." Taking a breath to continue, Kagome opened her mouth. She was, much to her despair, too late.
"I knew it! You freaking LECHER!" Groaning, Kagome left the room to gather her first aid supplies and the small bottle of carpet cleaner she had recently purchased. Good thing there was that sale on carpet cleaner a couple of days ago...
Kohaku rubbed his eyes and realized sleepily that he was laying on an unknown couch with an unknown blanket on top of him. Sitting up frantically, he took in his surroundings. There were pictures on the wall, flowers and a frame of a smiling woman and boy and to top it off, a china cabinet in the corner...this room must belong to that of a woman. Figuring that there was no threat to be had, Kohaku dimly realized that there were loud, angry voices coming from a different room...and one of them belonged to his sister.
Wondering what had happened that would make his sister so murderously angry (he had thought that he was the only one able to produce that tone of voice), he followed the screeching and yelling to a small room. Peering in, he saw the lecher from the night before, blood dripping from his between his fingers onto the white carpet. Oddly enough, his sister was in the same room, her face a bright, tomato red. Even more unusual, she was fully dressed beneath the blankets she had bunched around her.
Letting out a laugh at the situation he found himself in, Kohaku smiled. "Looks like that one hurt!"
Sango's head whipped around, and she glared forcefully at her younger sibling. "What do you think you're laughing at!"
His laugh turned into an uncomfortable cough, and Kohaku looked around the room for a quick escape. He knew that if he were to stay in the room any longer he would share the same fate as the lecher. "Uh...you know what? I think I'm going to go find a cloth to clean up that blood..." With that statement, Kohaku found himself sitting back on the couch, and hopefully far enough away from his angry sister.
Miroku, unable to leave the room like Kohaku, stared wistfully at the door, before glancing back at the angry woman in front of him. Maybe if I wish hard enough, something will come through the door and save me! Putting all of his will into a savior entering the room, he didn't notice when Kagome entered.
"Jeeze you two! You'll be the death of me!" laughed Kagome.
Eyes brightening, Miroku knew that his savior had come for him. Hands still covering his bloody nose, Miroku made a dash for the door. Upon reaching it he smiled thankfully at Kagome. Not stopping, he called out a quick request to Kagome saying he needed a ride to work. A few seconds later the door to her apartment slammed shut, leaving behind a very upset Sango and a sighing Kagome.
"Fricken chicken." growled Sango. Turning towards Kagome, she smiled gratefully. "Thanks for bringing me back here, but I think Kohaku and I should get going right away." continuing before Kagome could interject an argument, she continued. "Don't worry about the mess, I'll clean it up before I go." She walked over to Kagome and pushed her out of the room. "I'll call you soon, all right?"
Kagome turned around, her soft gaze examining the emotions on her new friend's face. Nodding, she handed Sango the bottle of carpet cleaner and cloth. "Thanks so much Sango! I'll talk to you later." Sliding her feet into her shoes, Kagome grabbed her keys and cell phone from the nearby stand and waved a final farewell before disappearing out the door.
Pocketing her cell phone, she walked towards her old and still first car – she couldn't get rid of it no matter how hard she tried - , she smiled. Her day was turning out to be unusual if not entertaining. Laughing, she shook her head at the sight of Miroku in her car with all of the doors locked and crouched down so his head was only barely visible.
Knocking lightly on the car window, Kagome felt a sudden wave of dizziness envelope her. She could feel something akin to butterflies in her chest, but before she was able to identify the feeling it passed, and she was left feeling just as she had seconds before. This troubled her, but not enough to tell her companion. These bouts of dizziness and vertigo visited her regularly and there was nothing to be worried of.
The morning's sunshine had soon started to pass, the clouds that threatened it dark and brooding, bringing with them a large chance of a thunderstorm. Even with the departure of the sun, this did not dampen Kagome's good spirits. She loved the rain: the smell of the ozone being made in the atmosphere, the gentle patter on the roof tops, the rainbows that followed afterwards. A rainstorm was always something she looked forward to and when arrived, she would go and 'dance' in it until someone caught her and dragged her indoors. However, this particular rainstorm did not bring just the usual rain showers...
Kagome's starry eyes widened in horror as she felt her chest restrict painfully and dizziness swarming her head. Her knuckles tightened on the steering wheel, gripping it tightly as if to use it as a lifeline. Sweat droplets appeared on her brow, and she turned her head towards Miroku trying to use her voice to get his attention. "Miroku," she whispered, her voice hoarse and filled with terror. In doing this, she used the last of her strength, and the black thunderclouds on the horizon were the last thing she saw before her mind disengaged itself from her body.
Miroku rolled down his window, breathing in deeply as he did so. Not unlike his driver, Miroku enjoyed the scent of the air before a rainstorm. At the sound of his name, Miroku turned towards Kagome. He turned in time to see her collapse, and the car swerve dangerously. Grabbing a hold of the steering wheel in an attempt to save both their lives, Miroku swung the car into the nearest parking lot, ignoring the shrieks of the car horns around him.
"Kagome, don't you dare die on me!" Hoping that she would forgive him later, She searched her pockets in vain trying to find her cell phone. Cursing his own stupidity and stubbornness at not buying one, he yelled out in triumph as he pulled out Kagome's cell phone from her pocket. Swearing to god that he would buy a cell phone as soon as possible, he punched in the numbers for an ambulance.
"Kagome don't you dare quit on me..."