Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.

Chapter Two: Fate

I sat on the train, looking down at my hands. Okinawa was to be my destination. I didn't ask to be transferred to the Okinawa branch of Japan Libraries. It was the only place I could be transferred to, the rest of the branches having no other openings. But there were things in Okinawa I was afraid to face. All of my old friends, all of the memories, Okinawa took them and swallowed them up, leaving me behind. But I had asked to be left behind.

I turned my head to watch the sky. With a sigh, I sat back in my seat, closing my eyes. I closed off my senses and looked through the depths of my mind for memories: smells, sights, people, sounds, and voices. It was all there.

"Ladies and gentleman, we are nearing our destination. Please return to your seats as we begin our decent to Okinawa. Thank you for choosing Japan Air and we hope to serve you again." The intercom announced. I took a deep breath and slipped on my mp3 player, closing my eyes.

So many things I left unfinished when they left. I scarcely knew how I would deal with it if I saw any of them in Okinawa, especially Inuyasha. I was tough on him, thinking back on it now. What I did was unfair in every way but I had to start over, start new. I needed to figure some things out on my own. I had been too busy running to even start to figure things out.

The plane began it's decent.

Where did I even begin?

Where I would live was set up already when I got to Okinawa. I met with the landlord when I got off the plane and I began moving my things into the small apartment. It didn't take long, since the place came fully furnished and I had only clothes. By nightfall, I would be asleep in my new apartment.

Sometime around midnight, I had finally shut off the television, calling it a night. I had to be at my new job tomorrow. It was amazing how everything moved so quickly. Soon it'd be like I had never left Tokyo. Only in Okinawa, there was no Suna.

Only my forgotten past was here.

I crawled into bed, trying to calm the churning feeling in my gut.

I was on auto pilot as Chi, the head librarian, explained my job. It's not like I needed to hear it. I had been through this lecture before; it wasn't new to me. Soon I was sitting behind my desk. It had a modern look to it, dull blues and tans were everywhere. Like the library in Tokyo, this one wasn't much lively either.

Everything was online nowadays, even books. Why would anyone waste time and gas coming to a library? There were, of course, the teens that came into use the computers because they didn't have a computer themselves and the older folks who come here for its quiet atmosphere.

As always, I read.

I mostly read teen books. I liked them for their simplistic, yet satisfying plots and details. It was easy to understand. And they kept me from dying of boredom. I heard the bell for the door ring, indicating that someone had entered. I didn't look up from my novel.

I never really believed in fate.

"Excuse me-oh my god…Kagome is that you?" But that one voice was enough to make me believe. I felt my hands shake for a split second as I looked up.

"Sango," I whispered in a daze. Before I knew it, she was behind my desk, sweeping me up in a hug.

"Oh my God! Kagome, what are you doing here in Okinawa?" Sango asked, absolutely chipper.

"I-I got transferred from the Tokyo branch." I said softly, still bewildered. Sango hugged me again. Suddenly, I started to feel sick. But then at the same time, I was happy to see Sango.

"When do you have lunch?" Sango asked. I glanced over at the clock, a little dizzy from all the excitement.

"Not for another few hours." I said, trying to relax. Sango grabbed my pen and pad and scribbled her cell phone number on it. Then she wrote another one and another one. I saw her hesitate slightly before she scribbled out the last one. She handed me the paper, smiling her brilliant smile.

"Call me later, okay?" I took the paper and nodded. "Promise?"

"I promise." I said with a smile. Sango looked at her watch.

"Shit, I'm late for work." Sango said, pulling out books to be returned. "I'll stop by later to see you. Call me!"

I was left there, standing like an idiot, staring after Sango. Chi smiled and chuckled, back from updating the catalogue.

"Friend of yours?" Chi asked.

"Friend of my past." I answered, staring after Sango.

Sango thankfully didn't come back that day. I went home, relieved that I didn't have to face her again; although I had a feeling fate wouldn't be so nice the second time around. I looked at the paper. It had her number and Miroku's number. I had wondered briefly who the third number belonged to, even though I already had a pretty good idea. I pushed the thoughts out of my mind and stepped to my window overlooking the city. I watched the busy cars; their taillights as they faded into the distance.

I was all alone again.

A wave of depression swept over me and I began to sink back into a dark void. I felt my heart sink right out of my chest. I hated these moments. The sadness overwhelmed me and I felt sick. I ran toward the bathroom.

I gagged a few times but nothing else. It must have been the stress from everything. Then, something happened. The sadness I had been suppressing all those years, ignoring it, was about to rip me open from the inside. I felt a large, invisible hole of pain forming in my chest. I didn't do anything to stop it. I let it eat away at my heart. I started crying, my tears smearing against the side of the bowl. This was going to be a long night. I wasn't looking foreword to it.

I don't know when I fell asleep that night.

I had a dream. I was in the park again, back in Okinawa. I was sitting on the swing, the midnight breeze ruffling my hair. The smells and sounds were all so vivid. I was illuminated by the pale, soft light of the street lamp. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Suddenly, I was moving foreword, then backward. No, I was swinging. I felt two hands on my back, pushing me. I twisted my torso around to see who it was that was pushing me.

I stared into two deep orbs of amber.

Inuyasha smiled back at me. "Hey, kid." his velvet voice said. I managed to smile back. It was genuine. Sadness crept into my features. I closed my eyes and let him push me. His hands disappeared and I opened my eyes. He was in front of me now. I looked at him but I didn't meet his eyes, he was staring at my stomach. He walked closer to me; I made no move to stop him. He kneeled and lifted my shirt, pressing his cheek to my stomach, closing his eyes. His arms circled my waist. His body was unusually cold, but his face was calm, serene.

I gasped as he began to fade. Inuyasha's expression never changed. Soon, he was gone. I looked down to notice that, on my stomach, written in his elegant script, was a note and a phone number. I recognized the message as the one he'd wrote on me before. A brief smile touched my lips.

The walls of my subconscious and ultimately, my dream, began to ripple, almost as if they were made of liquid. I looked back down at the note on my stomach and noticed something was different. The number wasn't the one I remembered, but a different one…

I woke up with a start. Sweat was escaping my skin and I felt clammy. I looked over at my clock. I only had a few minutes before I would have to get up. Might as well just get up now.

R&R.

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