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"Miss? Miss we're here."

I did my best to open heavy, tired eyes and tried to take in my surroundings.

"What the hell?", I mumbled groggily, but the flight attndant must not have heard. Finally getting my eyes in focus, I looked around me again.

Many people were already shuffling out of the plane, a few still grabbing their things. Turning my head towards the window, I realized how late it had gotten. How long had it been? Six...seven hours maybe? Well it seemed like a long time to be stuck in such a cramped little seat. Luckily, I got to sit by myself, though. But in all actuality, the flight was pretty suckish. Well, in my opinion. The food there was actually worse than my cooking. And that was really saying something.

Seriously.

I did my best to get up and out of my seat, only to plop back down on it. It was safe to say that I wasn't as strong as I used to be. I was out of shape. I guess that would happen when you're stuck in a hospital bed for four months. It was kinda sad. Back when I was in the hospital, I was to get as much rest as possible. And after a long day of physical therapy, which was considered "exercise" to my therapist, I was always pretty exhausted. Sleeping was kind of something I did whenever I had nothing else to do. And since there was always nothing to do, I really had no other option.

I really hated doctors.

And shots. God, I hated the damn shots.

I hated both so badly....

A few times I tried getting out. Of the hospital, I mean. I probably would've made it too if I could actually walk properly.

But of course, there were other ways...

I once tried escaping in my super fast wheelchair....

It was a fun day.

***flashback***

"Kagome stop!"

"What in the world is that girl up to now?"

I was almost there. The glass doors of the hospital exit shone light into the hallway, and to me, it was like the light you see at the end of the tunnel. The light that promised freedom from such a horrid place as I had been in for so long. I was so close. In a few seconds I'd be able to push through those doors and 'walk' out into the open world, where it didn't smell like old people...and death.

The doors were right in front of me...

They were within my reach, a few more inches and I'd bust out of there..

Booom.

Boom Boom.

"........."

Boom.. Boom.. Boom.. Boom.. Bo-

"Stop it right now Kagome the doors are locked! Kagome, did you hear me? Stop ramming yourself into the glass you're going to hurt yourself!"

Have you ever seen the movie, The Descent? [A/N: You might get it if you have! Srry if you haven't! ^_^]

Yeahh...

"Goodness, Kagome. If you don't stop with all this you'll get yourself seriously hurt!", one of the nurses yelled as she tried to get me back to my room. But I wouldn't let her. "Stop this madness at once!", another yelled as she tried to help.

"Madness? You think I'm mad?!?! Who locks the goddamned doors of a hospital?!?!"

More nurses came to help get me back. I stuggled to get out of their grasp, I wailed my arms out like a mad man and ended up hitting a few of them in the face. I saw my chance and took it, and eventually I managed to escape their harassing. I pushed the wheels of the chair as hard as I could, heading the opposite direction. I'd make it.

I would.

I was going so fast, nothing could stop me.

Nothing.

Except....maybe a medicine cart. A god damned medicine cart and its stupid hard metal exterior.

I crashed into it, and fell over, chair and all.

"Shiiiit...", I moaned as I lay there, practically flipped over in a very very strange position, my leg throbbing in pain.

'It's no use..', I thought, and sighed as the nurses rushed over to me, lecturing me on my behavior.

It was pure and utter hell...

***end of flashback***

That was really a terrible time in my life, though not nearly as horrible as my days back in training.

Back then, I didn't fear for my freedom, I feared for my life.

*** another flashback [heehee :]***

"Now there's another route, but you have to take a right down the next exit.", the voice in my ear was calmer now, the little buzzing of the device had ceised.

My first day on the job, and I was already losing it. It was hard and it was frustrating. I couldn't think, I couldn't focus. But I was feeling very very frantic. One more mistake and I was dead.

I could see the headlights behind me and immediately pushed harder on the gas, swiveling around a semi, I sped towards my destination, quickly turning towards the next exit that had caught my eye. The traffic was the worst part.

How the hell does someone get through like this?

Various cars beeped at me as I sped past them, but my attention was so far away from them that it was as though I heard nothing at all. Nothing but the crazy, speeding jet black car behind me. I did my best not to cringe when I both heard and felt bullets pounding into the rear of the car. A single bullet went through the back window and out the front, missing me by a mere foot.

It was too much.

"Wait wait! I can't! I can't do this! I can't do this! I can't I can't! Tell them to stop!! Please, Make them st-"

"ENOUGH!", the buzzing device in my ear screeched. I cringed from that too.

"Like it or not, you are going to finish this!! Now if you value your life I suggest you stop your whining and pay attention, you little wench! Do I make myself clear?", I couldn't answer. The bullets kept coming.

"I said, do I make myself clear?"

"........."

"Answer me!!"

"Yes."

Once again, the buzzing stopped.

The bullets didn't, though.

I listened. I didn't have any other choice in such a situation as this. But it felt so goddamned impossible. I wasn't ready for this. Any of it. It just wasn't something a girl like me should be wasting her time with. But I had to, for I needed this job, so it didn't matter whether I liked it or not. I just had to try harder. A lot harder. But still, it terrified me to no end to think that this was how I'd be spending my life. It scared me to think that if this wasn't just a "test", if it hadn't been "training" or "practice" as they all liked to call it, I'd be dead a long time ago.

"You should be glad I told them to go easy on you.", he snapped. Well I wasn't.

I'd be 'glad' if they'd just stop their shooting all together.

"How do you ever expect to work for me when you can't even complete such a simple task as this?"

"I...I don't..know", I mumbled, and I had hoped he hadn't heard me.

I wasn't ready for this. I wasn't up for this.

Near death situations: this was my very first of the thousands I'd have to face later on.

My very first, and I was already sick of it.

Dying? I could die.

I figured I probably would.

It was a huge risk to take.

I was only sixteen.

***end of flashback***

The flight attendant helped me up and even offered to carry my bags. I didn't think I looked that weak, but I said nothing as I got off the plane, using the side rail to steady my wobbly legs.

The flight attendant set my things down next to me and smiled. "Have a good night, Miss.", he said before walking away. I looked down at my bags then up towards the parking lot. I saw no cab. In fact there were barely any cars around at all.

'Now what?'

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Two hours later, and still no cab. The sherriff had told me that if I my aunt was able to, she'd pick me up herself, but she didn't come either. Maybe she regretted ever agreeing to take me in after all. I don't really blame her though..

I spent those two hours sitting down in between some fat guy that would not stop snoring [I call him Mr. Snores A Lot] and another guy that was really intrested in his damn newspaper.

When a police officer walked inside the aiport doors, I'll admit, I freaked a little. his eyes were searching the building, though he didn't seem to be on his guard or anything like that. Well, like I said, I freaked. Even more so when his eyes landed on me.

Having no idea what to do, I grabbed the nearest object, which had been the man next to me's newspaper, and hid behind it, ignoring the man's retort towards my actions.

But I wasn't fast enough.

The cop was already walking towards me, and although I slid down and huddled up in my chair to hide myself even more, I knew it was too late.

When he was finally in front of me, he pulled the newspaper down from my face and raised an eyebrow at my strangely akward postion.

"I didn't do anything.", I mumbled as I looked up at him. I couldn't help not saying that. Call it a habit.

He smirked.

"You're not in trouble, Kagome Higurashi.", he said. "Your cab's here", I quickly got out of my uncomfortable postion. I looked down. "Ummm...oh, uh a-alright then.", I said and shoved the paper back in the man's face, still ignoring his gayish attitude.

The cop offered to help me with my things and although I refused, he did it anyway. We both walked out the doors and into the outside world, which had gotten dark over the last few hours...

The cab was waiting right outside the doors, and as I loaded my things into the trunk, I did my best to ignore the words coming out of the guy's mouth.

"I'm the police chief of this place, and I've heard a lot about you."

I kept silent and slammed down the trunk of the cab. I didn't even look at him as I got into the car, slamming the door even louder. He bent down to look at me.

"I'll be watching you Kagome Higurashi. Try not to get into too much trouble.", he winked.

I gave him the most sarcastic smile I could muster up.

"Oh I'll do my best.", I replied in a fake voice. He chuckled at my response and took a step back as the cab was about to leave.

"Have a good night, Kagome Higurashi.", he called out before I drove away.

Alright, so I knew now that there'd be eyes all over this place, waiting to catch me in some type of crime. Cops were like that back home too.

Home.

'It's not home anymore.', I thought to myself. It had stopped being home way too long ago.

I sighed and leaned my head against the car window.

Home..

The word lingered in my head as I wondered whether or not I'd ever be able to call this place home. It wasn't home.

It was new.

It was diffrent.

I hated change.

Just my luck, huh?

I pulled out my mp3 player, figuring it would help me relax.

And also, because I loved it.

''What's life when you don't have music?" , he said to me once. It was a long time ago. Back when he was involved with Naraku. Back when he was fighting. Fighting for all of us, and then, after a while, fighting for me.

Just me.

The only thing he had left.

He once read me this:

"If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there'd be peace."

It was a quote by John Lennon. He told me about it once upon a time, but I never found out who the guy that said it actually was until a I turned fourteen. And I had absolutley no idea what it meant when he read it to me seven years ago. Thinking back at it, I realized just how true it was.

Peace.

Poeple were to afraid to stand up for it. They were to afraid to want it.

To fight for it.

It wasn't worth fighting.

Not anymore.

Very slowly, I let my mind wander off into the oh so familiar comfort of sleep.

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Well...I know this chapter was kinda short, but my mind went a little blank as I was writing this. So review! Hmm...I'm still kinda iffy on how Inuyasha and Kagome should meet. What do you think? Oh and by the way, I'm still taking suggestions for story names!!!!!

-ThankS!