The air port was unremarkable. In fact if it weren't for the Japanese writing on everything Kagome would have swore she hadn't left New York.
"Reality bites with a variety of sizes of teeth" Kagome read, clearly unable to resist the glowing sign not three feet in front of her face. 'Isn't that the true?' she thought annoyed.
"Next please" the man at the counter called. Turning her attention from the sign Kagome move forward. "Can I help you miss?"
"Yes." Kagome said taking a pink slip from her pocket and handed it to him, "My other bags seem to have been misplaced." The man stared at the paper for a moment then picked up the phone to his left and dialed. A silence followed broken only by the occasional cough. Kagome waited…
Someone must have finally answer as the man started to talk, to fast for even Kagome who had grown up speaking Japanese to her parents and grandparents, to understand anymore than a few words clearly. He finished speaking suddenly make Kagome blink in surprise then more silence as he listened to their answer. He then smiled, laughed, and said something else to the person which sounded strangely like a joke at her expense, before hanging up and turning to her. "It seems your luggage was placed on another flight Miss…" He looked down at the slip still in his hands, "…Higurashi."
"Ok when will it get here then?" Kagome asked before sighing as the man again turned to the phone. Did this guy know anything? Moments later the man hung up again still smiling.
"It seems there's been a mistake miss Higurashi."
"A mistake?" she asked dread at his answer growing.
"Yes it seems you luggage was loaded on a plane headed to Egypt that landed-" he typed a few thing into the computer next to the darn phone…well at least he wasn't calling anyone this time, " -5 hours ago." He finished looking back at her again.
"So your saying you lost my bags?" Kagome asked so softly and calmly the man behind the counter actually paled and took a nervous step back.
"Yes miss. B-but we'll fix this right away! Don't you worry we'll have you bags located and placed on the next flight to Tokyo!" The man handed Kagome a paper then rung his hands together nervously. "If you'd just put you number there we'll call you when they arrive." he then offered her a pen and Kagome took it without a word. She handed it back to him a moment later all filled out and he took it quickly. "Next please!" He shouted over her head.
Narrowing chocolate brown eyes, Kagome stormed away from the counter and to the nearest bench. All but throwing herself down the hard wooden surface, Kagome huffed once and fell silent.
"Stupid airport morons," she mutter hotly to no one in particular. A few people sent her odds looks as they passed but where ignored by the frustrated young woman. Kagome snatched up her trusty black purse and started rummaging thru it looking for her pain relievers and the letter Mr. Tanaka had mailed to her two days before she left. "Ah-ha!" She exclaimed earning more odd looks from the people passing by, as a small bottle and a neatly folded piece of paper emerged. Popping one pill into her mouth she tossed the rest back into the confines of her purse, started to unfold the letter, and read.
"Dear miss Satou,
I sorry I couldn't give this to you in person but a small family emergency has had me away from the office. But anyway just wanted to give you some details before you leave. First you'll need to call Mr. Yamamoto to pick you up from the airport when you arrive. I left his number on another piece of paper. You'll also need to sign some more paperwork you'll get from him. Their nothing to important so don't worry. Also if you intent to drive any of the cars you've inherited you'll need to renew you license since the one from the U.S isn't valid there. Well that's it! Good luck over there!
-Akira Tanaka"
"Excuse me? Are you Kagome Satou?" Kagome jumped in surprise. Stuffing the letter back where it belonged she turned to the man that had spoken. Her jaw dropped.
Shoulder langue raven hair hung loosely from a small pony tail at the nap of his neck just inches above the collar of his white button-up. His eyes were the oddest color of purple-blue Kagome had ever seen both framed by a pale angular face. Perfect white strait teeth were visible when he smiled at her. She smiled back. He was handsome to say the least. "Are you miss Kagome Satou madam?" He asked again pulling his hand out of his black jeans as she stood.
"Y-yes." Kagome finally got out thru her suddenly tight throat. He smiled again and offered his hand to shake. She took it.
"It very nice to finally meet you miss Satou. My name is Miroku Yamamoto and this is my wife Sango Yamamoto." Miroku said taking his hand from Kagome to point at a woman slightly behind him with it," I'm the estate manager by the way and my wife here is the assistant cook under Kaede Itou." Kagome smile fell slightly at the mention of a wife but brightened again a moment later as the raven haired woman stepped forward in a clean white chefs uniform.
"It's very nice to meet you miss Higurashi." Sango whispered softly bowing low. Kagome opened her mouth to reply but Miroku cut her off.
"Higurashi? You changed you name?" He asked clearly as shocked as Kagome had been.
"Yeah I had to it was in the will. Weird right?" She laughed running her hand thru her own raven locks. Miroku cupped his chin for a moment in thought.
"Well I guess it makes sense in a way. But-" He smiled again releasing his chin and grabbing the strap of her yellow backpack. "All that's important right now is that you made it here safely! How was you flight by the way?" He asked heaving her bag over his shoulder and turning to the exit. Both women followed. "I've always wondered what it was like. Never been on one myself sadly but someday!" Never again Kagome thought again. She'd take a boat if she had to but NEVER, EVER, EVER was she getting on another plane. Miroku continued to chat unaware that no one was answering him as he lead them away from the airport.
Unbeknowst to the happy party narrowed golden eyes followed their progress across the landing and out the sliding glass doors. A cell phone appears in his hands as Kagome disappears into a sleek black sports car waiting outside. He dials a number he knows well watching as the car pulls out into traffic. There is a click on the other line but no greeting. "She's here," the golden eyed man says tonelessly before clicking the phone shut and sliding back into a pocket in his black wind_breaker. He straiten from the wall he was leaning on and heads for the same exit Kagome had used not even 3 minuets before.
