A.N. So every fickle me decided to totally change things up a little. I'm making this into three stories rather than two. Which totally works out better! Trust me, it just does. This one will not be a continuation of the last section but it will share the same theme overall … only there won't be mini guardian angel Rin. This is actually an idea that I handwrote briefly about in one of my notebooks almost half a decade ago when I first started writing. And with a few alterations it was perfect for this trilogy.
Disclaimer: I do own this plot, but I do not own Inuyasha.
Angel of Mine
(Tsuki)
Part Two: Inconceivable
The sky was like an ominous and foreboding opaque curtain of grays and purples as sheets of rain fell unrelentingly upon anything within its path. A light mist covered the ground a few inches about the exposed surfaces and a light hiss accompanied the torrents of rain as they hit the ground.
April showers.
A raven haired girl ran out of the Higurashi household, a grim expression on her face. She was about eighteen years old, average height, with brown eyes that were currently scanning the grounds for her mother's car.
Kagome grumbled as she rushed to vehicle. She descended the Shrine steps until she reached the sidewalk. Her only protection from the rain was a transparent parka she had thrown over her wool sweater and black jeans. "This better bring some really nice flowers…."
It had been raining off and on for two weeks.
That would not have been a problem if it weren't for the fact that the weather had yet to warm up. Spring had yet to truly grace the city, and with the rain, the usually consistent sixty degree weather dropped ten degrees.
Kagome shivered as she slipped into her mother's car and started it up. The roaring sound of the heater starting up sent a feeling of relief down her spine.
She stared with frustration up at the dreary looking sky. 'This weather is just so unlucky this year,' she thought with a frown.
Last week, her jii-chan had thrown out his back, ironically, trying to put down tarp over Mrs. Higurashi's garden for a plant had sprouted up which the older man had profusely claimed would bring the grower immense luck.
When an hour had passed and he had not returned, Kagome and her mother had gone to search for him.
They found him unconscious in the drafty well house where he had painstakingly gone to take hasty cover after straining his back. It had been closer than the house, but unfortunately, it had also been far colder.
The doctors said his back would be fine if he stayed in bed, but he had caught a terrible cold as well, which was a bit more serious.
That was the reason she was actually out here. She had to get Jii-chan more medicine. What he currently had would last only until the next dose, which was in a few minutes.
Kagome made a K-turn in the street and carefully drove off in the direction of town. It was a little past noon on a Saturday and even though the weather was terrible—the roads were still packed.
Traffic crawled. She rolled her eyes in annoyance as the bleating sounds of people's horns sounded. Kagome sighed, "That is not helping at all."
She switched on her radio to drown out the obnoxious noises. However the light hearted beat and catchy tunes did nothing to ease her exasperation.
However, her irritation was short lived. Within the next five minutes traffic cleared up enough for her to park her car in front of the small pharmacy that had seen her family through flu epidemics, colds, headaches… everything. Whatever the illness, the store had the cure.
Kagome made her purchase quickly and chatted for a few moments with the cashier, then left. She wanted to get home as soon as possible, and have a nice warm bowl of soup. Even with a parka, the rain had her chilled to the bone. She shivered a bit to prove that point.
Kagome half ran, half walked to her car and once again slipped into the driver seat. She checked all her mirrors to make sure there were no cars in her lane.
That done, she maneuvered out of her parallel parked position. She had almost straightened out when a car came barreling down the street. Kagome honked her horn and furiously turned her wheel left to make room for it. "What is that guy doing?!"
The car moved closer to the yellow division line and crossed it to pass her. Kagome had just moved back onto the road when the speeding car did something incredibly stupid.
It continued to stay in the wrong lane.
A car in the opposite lane swerved onto Kagome's side, effectively hitting her nearly straight on. Both cars slipped on the wet ground, unable to get traction. Kagome's car was sandwiched between the car that had hit her and a car parked along the sidewalk.
The sound of screaming and groaning metal, along with the cries of onlookers melted with the spring rain.
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There was a cloud of nausea that hung over her as she drifted in and out of unconsciousness. A garbled murmur left her throat.
Kagome opened her eyes only to intake a breath at the sharp pulses of pain that penetrated through the slight haze that she was in. Kagome writhed slightly from the ache.
It was then, as if some plug had been removed from her ears, that she could suddenly could hear everything and anything within the room. Gradually all the noises became distinguishable, but not before they added to her throbbing headache and her confusion.
Kagome's eyes fluttered open uncertainly as the disorientation left her and realization dawned. She was not some where familiar.
She faintly registered the sound of the monitor next to her bed speeding up as she suddenly felt a wave of fright enter her.
'Where exactly am I?' She thought slowly, but subconsciously, she already knew the answer to that.
A hospital. The sterile feel and the permeating scent of rubbing alcohol and death could confirm that.
But just how long had she been there?
It was then that a nurse quickly rushed into the room muttering with relief what sounded like, "She's finally awake."
She lost no time in moving to Kagome's side and pushing her gently down against the mattress, "Try not to move, okay?"
Kagome registered what the nurse said and took in her appearance, "Mm…" Kagome had wanted to say something—to ask a question. But she couldn't remember what it was. All she could do was stare at the young woman in dazed wonder.
The nurse was a brunette a few years older than her, with cinnamon brown eyes that traced Kagome's form worriedly.
Within a quick glance at Kagome's chart she reached into the pouch of her pink scrubs and removed a fresh needle and a thin bottle of pale yellow liquid.
Kagome's eyes widened and she shook her head against the pillow. She weakly voiced her protests, "I hate needles."
The nurse gently stroked Kagome's hair, "It's a pain killer. You must be in agony. Your legs—"
The raven haired girl went eerily still. The nurse paused. "Is something wrong?"
Kagome muttered somewhat hysterically. "…I can't feel my legs."
The monitor began to beep furiously. She murmured that a few more times. Kagome's overwrought form barely noticed when the nurse brought out a bottle of clear liquid and quickly and at the same time carefully filled the needle with the fluid.
The nurse tore open a small package that held swatch of alcohol covered gauze and rubbed it against her arm.
Kagome also did not take any note when the needle was plunged into her arm.
Sango removed the syringe with a sigh and patiently waited for the beeping to cease it's frantic pace. And when it did, Kagome slipped into a deep slumber.
She awoke a few hours later.
The same nurse from before was in her room. Kagome sat up regardless of warnings not to. Sango placed a calming hand on her shoulder, "It's probably best if you don't move too much, Miss Higurashi."
Kagome shook her head, disregarding the advice. She threw off her blankets, which the nurse swiftly caught.
She had been changed into a blue medical gown. It draped loosely over her form and ended at her thighs.
A crinkle in her forehead was the only visible sign that she was upset. Her legs were covered in bandages and various braces. The few area that she could really see were bruised and had turned a dark sickening purple.
Kagome closed her eyes for a second, her brows furrowed closely together. After a moment her knees moved a bit. Kagome winced and could hear her monitor gain pace. She laughed a bit, "I hate that thing."
She turned to the nurse a giggle still erupting from her throat, "So is that it? Do I just never get to walk again? So am I just confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life?"
The nurse covered her with the blanket, "We have a great physical therapist on grounds—"
Kagome laughter died and she stared hard at the nurse, "That doesn't answer my question."
The nurse gave a small shrug and covered the girl again, "It depends on how badly you want to recover."
"I see…" Kagome looked at her as she laid back into the mattress, "What's your name?"
The nurse picked up her chart again, "Sango Tsuurysa."
Kagome looked around. She suddenly noticed how dim it was in the room and how quiet everything was, well once one ignored all the beeping. "Do you know where my family is?"
Sango replaced the chart. "We just sent them home. You've been here for over a week. They were at your side consistently until you became responsive. Then we had to constrict their visits to visiting hour times only."
A moment of silence commenced as Kagome stared into her folded hands that were lying listlessly in her lap. She could see several bruises, and included the strip of gauze that covered her IV, there were five different forms of bandaging between both of her arms. She looked up at Sango after a moment.
"Can I call home?"
Sango smiled, "Of course."
"Thank you."
Sango connected a tray to the bedside and placed the phone onto it. Kagome slowly dialed her house number as Sango left to give her privacy.
Her mother picked up almost instantly and greeted anxiously, "Hello?"
Kagome smiled at the sound of her mother's voice and a sob entered her throat. "Hi, momma…"
Her mother was silent for a moment and she heard a small sniffle, "I'm glad to finally hear your voice! Everyone has been so worried about you!"
"It's good to hear you too, mom." They conversed for a few minutes before Kagome asked, "Is jii-chan alright? Did his cold get better?" She had suddenly realized that she had never delivered the medicine, so she was a tad worried.
Her mother laughed a bit and grumbled. "Yes. He's almost completely well and his back has been fine for a few days now. I made him get rid of that plant as soon as he was able to. That plant sure gave luck, but none of it was good!"
Kagome giggled. "I bet he didn't take it well."
"Actually, he was in quite the rush to do so. He said he may have had it confused with the Aitsume herb, which apparently looked similar but is quite poisonous. Its name, according to him, is to be taken quite literally. He's actually been exercising the house of evil spirits for since yesterday. So he'll have to talk to you when we visit tomorrow."
They spoke for a few minutes more before Kagome asked, "So how are you and Souta? I hope you guys are alright."
"We're fine. But we're more worried about how you're doing. We miss you, sweetie." There was a sudden exclamation from the older woman, "Souta's actually here. He just came in. I'll put him on."
"Okay," came her soft response as her smile widened a bit, especially when she heard the husky tones of her fifteen year old brother.
"Hey sis!" He sounded relived, when she responded with, "How's my munchkin doing?"
"Better than you apparently, I never thought your looks could decline any further." Kagome rolled her eyes, despite the fact that he couldn't see her, "You little punk! I so owe you a beating when I get discharged."
Souta laughed, "Please! Your threats lost merit when I grew taller than you, sis."
Kagome snorted, "Taller than me? Souta, I still have a few inches over you!"
Her brother's banter quieted and he lost his pompous façade, "But really, Kagome… how are you doing? I have to admit, I was a little scared seeing you like that. I didn't think you'd ever wake up." He gave a nervous, laugh.
Kagome smiled softly, "To be honest, the upper half of me is fine…I have a few minor cuts here and there and a headache, but compared to the rest of my body, that's trivial. I can barely move my legs." Her voice ended in a weak, despairing whisper.
"They told us something along the line of that. The person who hit you though, is the brother of the physical therapist. So I guess that was kind of lucky."
Kagome suddenly felt angry, "But it wasn't his fault, anyway. What about that crazy guy who caused the accident in the first place?"
Souta gently told her to calm down, "He's been arrested. Mom's been following the case like a hound, so she'll probably know more about it, if you want more details. But don't worry too much about it, sis, because he's behind bars."
Kagome sighed, "Yeah."
She heard her brother let out a yawn and she looked around. The curtains of the two windows in her room had both been drawn shut so she was at a loss as to what time it was. "Is it late now? You sound tired."
"Yeah, it's actually pretty late now so I'm a bit beat. I'm probably going to call it a day in a few. You get some sleep too okay? I know you've been sleeping all week, but it never hurts to get a few more hours in."
Kagome laughed, "I guess. Well good night. I-I love you…Tell mom and jii-chan the same, okay?"
"Alright… 'night sis. I love you too."
And as she hung up, she felt a lot better. She couldn't wait to see them tomorrow.
Abruptly, her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock on her door.
Thinking it was Sango, Kagome responded, "I'm done with the phone, you can come back in."
However, the door swung open to reveal a man in his mid to late twenties. He strolled up to her chart, his white coat fluttering slightly with the motion. The open garment gave her a view of his gray button up polo and black slacks.
The man had long silver hair that was tied back in a pony tail at the base of his neck. His amber eyes quickly scanned the information there he did not bother to look up from the forms there as he stoically introduced himself.
"My name is Dr. Taisho. I am the physical therapist." He briskly introduced himself as he rescanned her chart. With a rehearsed tone, he added. "Don't confuse my occupational title with that of a miracle worker. I do only what you are capable of and nothing more."
Kagome frowned at his cool tones. "Don't worry. I'm not expecting any miracles. I'm not expecting to be invalid for the rest of my life, either."
Dr. Taisho looked at her for the first time since he had stepped foot into the room and smirked. He replaced her chart in its previous position. He then moved her blanket to look over her legs.
Kagome was slightly relieved when she faintly felt the cool touch of his fingers as they brushed against her leg. That she could still feel something was a blessing.
He straightened back up and made the motion to leave. When he reached the door, however, he paused as if to say something, but after a second he resumed his exit as if the moment had never occurred.
With a sudden burst of childishness, Kagome stuck out her tongue. "Jerk."
Her actions were lost on the person they were meant for though, and merely fell upon the door the doctor had closed behind him.
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Before starting her first therapy session, Kagome spent the afternoon with her family. And it made her feel as if she were home…
Well for the most part.
Her jii-chan spent the first ten minutes planting sutras wherever he could without Mrs. Higurashi noticing.
Her mother teetered every few moments between hugging her daughter as if there was no tomorrow and shying away from the IVs out of fear of upsetting something while her brother kept her laughing.
The visit, though, helped completely to relax her for the first session with the physical therapist.
Until she would be able to leave her bed on her own, she had to have her sessions in the room. Sango, apparently her personal nurse would come in to prep her each time and she was glad for that. It was hard not to grow fond of the nurse.
She had an easy going nature and kept up a constant stream of interesting conversation going.
Kagome suddenly perused the brunette. "Don't take this the wrong way, but, why did you decide to become a nurse? You don't seem like you—" Kagome tried to think of a way to finish that sentence that would not rub the girl the wrong way.
Sango giggled, "Fit here?" Kagome blushed and nodded a bit, "Don't worry, I think so too." She sat on the edge of Kagome's bed, "My father's a doctor here, though. Since I never seem to get a chance to see him unless I'm here, I decided to get paid for it while I finish getting my certifications for what I really want to do."
"Do you mind me asking what that is?"
Sango winked, "If Dr. Taisho doesn't get too pissy at you during this session, I'll gladly tell you. But I will warn you that that is a bit harder than it sounds."
Kagome furrowed her brows wearily, "So I'm guessing then he is always as ill-tempered as his first impression insinuates."
"Ill-tempered? I thought I had been quite cordial." Sango and Kagome simultaneously felt the blood drain from their faces and Dr. Taisho's drawl seeped into the room from the open doorway. He was currently pocketing a beeper.
Sango cursed under her breath, "I thought I closed that!"
Dr. Taisho looked at the brunette, "Pissy? Really?"
Sango grinned, "Sesshoumaru-san! You know I was just kidding, right? "
Sesshoumaru gave her a cool smile. "Of course. And shall I return the favor?"
Sango bit her lower lip, "If I say no, I'm pretty sure you still will." She scrunched her nose and mouthed to Kagome, "Ugh."
Sesshoumaru wrote something on a chart he had in the inner pocket of his coat. He looked up at her, seemingly blasé, "I've decided to go ahead and page for a surgical consult before we begin. I'm sure you must be ecstatic."
Kagome furrowed her brows in confusion as the color rose on Sango's cheeks and her eyes narrowed, "You didn't!"
Not even a second after she uttered that, a raven haired man peeked into the room, "Someone call for a surgical consult?"
Dr. Taisho smirked, "I need confirmation that her stitches will not open if we begin any therapy."
Sango rolled her eyes again as Mirouku frowned. The man was probably thinking the same thing she was about to ask. "You need that confirmed?" She inquired incredulously with an annoyed sigh.
Suddenly he saw Sango and he grinned, "Ah… Sango-chan! Is this your patient too? What a coincidence!"
Kagome stifled a giggle and Sango glared at her playfully before she turned to address Mirouku. She feigned a sweet smile, "Mirouku-san. What a pleasure seeing you again." And although her tone failed to show any enjoyment what so ever, Mirouku's expression looked as if she had confessed an undying love for him.
Sesshoumaru cleared his throat, "The consult?" She had to wonder why the doctor was even bothering. By now even Kagome could effortlessly determine that Dr. Taisho was confident that her stitches were in no jeopardy whatsoever. Mirouku gently turned her legs over and prodded the area. Kagome winced a bit and he murmured an apology.
He stopped his inspection a second later, "I did this operation myself, so I can actually guarantee everything will be fine, if there isn't much strain applied to them. That is of course a diagnosis just for the stitches." He suddenly paused, "I might actually suggest another day of rest for her. She looks a little exhausted."
Mirouku was suddenly all business as he took in Kagome's current state. He ran a hand through his hair waiting for Sesshoumaru's response.
Dr. Taisho nodded sharply, "Her first day of therapy was scheduled for today. There was nothing I could do about that, but have inconsequential exercises set up, but I was considering waiting even more than a day. Half a week perhaps." He retrieved Kagome's chart once again and took a form from it. He began writing on it.
Mirouku nodded as he looked at her, "I know what you mean… I definitely agree."
Sango squeezed Kagome's hand then, sensing that she was getting a little upset by this sudden change.
Kagome sat up a bit more, "I'd rather not wait to start therapy. If someone scheduled today in the first place—then clearly they thought I was up to it!"
Sango pushed Kagome back down slightly, "Kagome-chan that date is very tentative. If patients opt for therapy, then a standard set amount of days after each type of surgery is waited out, then we contact Dr. Taisho. Since the number is generic, it's open to alterations."
Mirouku nodded, "Sango's right, so don't worry about it. You'll start therapy, but I don't recommend you starting today. Okay?"
Kagome pushed the button on the bed remote so that the bed was no longer reclining. She turned head so that she was not looking at anyone.
So did this mean she was behind recovery schedule?
She shuddered a bit. Mirouku moved so that he was in front of her and he crouched down slightly. He held his hands in front of her. "Although they may not look like it, these hands are phenomenal, miraculous even…I'm so fantastic a surgeon that I personally can promise—"
Sango pulled Mirouku by the ear and led him to the door, "You idiot! This is why you have the highest number of malpractice suits in your damn department! How many times do I have to warn you not to make promises! Of any stature! Ever!" With that she closed it with a slam.
Sesshoumaru seemed to just be finishing up what he had been writing and he slipped the form back into the folder that held Kagome's information.
This time he did not return her chart to its holding place, he turned to leave with it. But before he left he responded, "There is no known amount of days to your recovery. No matter when we start, it does not mean you will walk quicker nor will it delay your recovery, so please refrain from sulking like a child. Your morose attitude is more irritating than sympathy inspiring."
Kagome struggled to sit up. She glared at him. The monitor's beeping increased notably, "Don't you dare tell to stop sulking! I doubt you could possibly know how I feel! God! You just piss me off acting so condescending! Just leave at while you're at it, take your damn snide comments with you!"
Dr. Taisho merely snorted, "Snide? Hardly. I merely spoke the truth. Now calm yourself down. You truly are acting like an infant." She thrashed her arms wildly against the bedding, ignoring the pulling tug at her IV. "Go! Just get the fuck out!"
Sango rushed back into the room holding a prepped needle in her hand. She warily looked at Sesshoumaru and murmured, "Sesshoumaru…I think you've said enough for today."
She walked over to Kagome and firmly grabbed her arms. The raven haired girl, who was still screaming angry comments as the exiting doctor, resisted the nurse's hold, "Don't touch me with that needle!"
Sango's grasp was much stronger than Kagome's could oppose in her current state and soon the needle was struck firmly into the girl's arm. Kagome winced and Sango stroked her hair soothingly, "I just gave you a mild sedative…I know you're upset, but try and calm down okay?"
Kagome's eyelids drooped a bit and Sango began resetting her IV.
Sango shook her head, "That's another guy whose lawsuit rate is off the charts. Jesus…"
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After a meal Sango suggested that Kagome spent the evening in the outside. The nurse was hoping the fresh air would do her some good. Sango called for a wheelchair for her and personally wheeled Kagome out into the vast garden.
As Sango was transporting her Kagome sighed.
"I'm sorry about earlier… I took it too far. I've just felt so frustrated and annoyed at everything. I feel like it's just so…unfair. I just keep thinking that over and over…"
Although this was the first time Kagome had been out of her room, she could not help but ignore the passing scenery.
Looking around only made her truly realize that this was all real.
Sango laughed gently—not the same mocking laughter that belonged to Dr. Taisho…but rather it was an empathetic sound, "Don't apologize to me… It's understandable. I mean, it's hard not to feel bitter. But a lot of recovering is mental—it's not just physical. Although I won't say something idiotic like 'stay positive' or make any promises to when you'll recover…"
She reached over to press the button of the elevator. "I will say this though…Dr. Taisho knows his stuff, Mirouku may come off as an idiot, but he's one of our top ranking surgeons so he's on his game too. Everyone here is going to do their best, so you need to be at your best too. Try not to let yourself brood over this. No, it's not fair…it never is, but don't keep that to yourself. You'll feel better if you get what's on your mind out in the open, and that way you can concentrate on your therapy."
Kagome did not respond and she felt Sango was not waiting for one. So she just closed her eyes and really thought about what the other woman had said.
She only opened her eyes when Sango announced that they had reached the gardens. Kagome nodded slightly and murmured, "Thank you…"
Sango smiled softly and rubbed her arm, not knowing what else to say. "Do you want to be alone?"
Kagome nodded a bit, "Yeah… I kind of just want to think right now."
Sango gave her a nod, "I'll be back to check on you in an hour."
The raven haired girl suddenly noticed something tucked under the nurse's arm. Sango removed it and placed it on Kagome's lap, "Incase you get cold. It's a nice evening, but like I said…just in case."
Kagome looked at the wool blanket in her lap before looking up at Sango. She gave her a smile. "Thanks."
"..Kagome," she began uncertainly. When Kagome looked at her quizzically, Sango shook her head quickly and murmured softly, "Never mind. I'll take my leave now…"
After Sango left, Kagome turned her attention to the garden. It was a nice evening. Such a stark contrast to the biting cold of the afternoon that seemed as if it were just moments before.
It was twilight in the garden and yet she could not feel herself being moved as the red tinted rays of light bathed the leaves of the fiery red Japanese maple saplings that were plants across the perimeter in between large plum and oak trees.
In the center there were different patches of flowers. From chrysanthemums to tulips, they littered the area amply. Kagome recognized larkspur and daffodils and several other varieties, which were growing on the path that had been created through the maze of flowers. Because this was mostly an in-house hospital, the grounds were vast enough that the garden did not feel crowded and the landscaping had been tastefully done so that it felt like a natural and relaxed setting.
There were several benches in the garden and a large fountain was somewhat visible in the center. It's view was blocked partially by a vast weeping willow that draped itself over a portion of it.
Kagome stayed where she was, next to a large crepe myrtle. Although she wanted to go over to the fountain and sit beneath the weeping willow, she did not want to admit to herself that she couldn't get there with out help.
Her left arm lay simply in her lap, feeling a bit stiff from the IV drip. Sango had hooked the pouch of medicinal liquid onto her wheelchair for the trip. But even if the limb was as functional as her right arm, she felt too drained to have any strength to push herself in the wheel chair a distance that far.
Kagome closed her eyes as she felt them fill with tears.
The blanket of illusion had been removed and the situation no longer felt surreal. It was starkly real now.
She suddenly felt something get placed behind her ear.
The raven haired girl stiffened and her eyes widened. Her brows knit together as she came face to face with a young girl about ten years old.
She smiled sheepishly. "You're Kagome, right?"
Kagome's hand moved to her ear and she removed what had been placed there to examine it. It was a Japanese iris. Kagome nodded slowly, slightly perplexed.
The young girl had lengthy raven hair that cascaded mid-back in thick unruly waves. She had gathered her hair partially off to the side with an orange elastic. She was dressed in a light tangerine colored dress and she had a cotton cream colored half sweater, that was left unbuttoned, over it.
She smiled warmly, "Hi Kagome-san!" She blushed, "I've been waiting to meet you for awhile now…"
Kagome tilted her head to the side a bit, "Awhile? What do you mean?"
Her blush increased and she idly twirled a daffodil in her small hands. "I saw you the day you came, while I was with my uncle…and I've wanted to meet you ever since then." Her eyes suddenly widened and she tapped her forehead lightly with the palm of her hand, "How rude of me!" She thrust her arm forward and extended a small pudgy hand, "I'm Rin by the way."
Kagome let a small smile cross her features, "Rin…Well, it's nice to meet you. Thank you for the flower. I love irises…"
The other raven haired girl grinned brightly, obviously looking pleased. "I'm so glad!" Rin abruptly lowered her voice and she slipped the daffodil into her sweater, "You seemed so lonely by yourself so I hope you don't mind the company…"
Kagome strained to get a better look at the girl below her. She was probably around ten or so years old. 'Lonely?' Her eyes glistened with tears again, "Yeah I sort of was. I'd don't mind you being here at all, Rin-chan."
Rin placed a hand on Kagome's and gently pulled it, "Are you crying nee-chan? Was it something I said?"
She didn't bother to stop her tears as they slid down her cheeks, "N-no…"
Rin stood and embraced her. Kagome suddenly questioned, "Why was it that you wanted to meet me?"
Rin hugged her tighter, "Because whenever I saw nee-chan, she looked just as lonely as Rin…"
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Okay so that concludes the first chapter of Angel of Mine v2!! I was very excited to get this out. I couldn't think of a way to end it for the longest time. I can't remember though, how many chapters I wanted this to be though. I think I'm going with a three, three, three kind of thing. Three stories, three chapters, three main characters.
It's carries a bit more structure that way. Well then, enjoy the rest of your summer!
R&R