Disclaimer: Nope. I wish i did. But then again, who doesn't?
A/N: I like writing jaded people.
Characters: Kagome, slightly mention of Kurama
Words: 534
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Kagome sat in a quaint little café with her legs crossed at the ankles and a cup of tea in her hands.
At 20 years old, she never expected to be here of all places.
Five years ago, she would have thought that her 20 year old self would've still been knee deep in demonic affairs.
After all, those bloody shards were everywhere.
But here she sat, a college sophomore with years of jewel hunting behind her.
She hung her head in exasperation.
What a fucking mess.
The fragrant steam rose from the cup and brushed lightly against her face, smelling of oolong and warmth.
Absently, she blew at the visible steam, half-lidded eyes watching as it dissipated. She slumped in her seat and pushed the cup of tea away from her. Kagome rested her chin on delicately laced fingers, bracing herself on the elbows.
As long as those three years of her life seemed, they were a blur now.
Naraku, Inuyasha, the shards, her friends, the dangers, the fun….
all a blur.
It was filled with mixed emotions and a myriad of colors, so intense that she figured that if she poked at it long enough, it'd consume her, every little bit.
But it just stayed there, a melancholy figment of her imagination, no matter how many times she brought up the past.
Her arms crossed on the table and she let her head drop on them, landing with a muffled thump, disturbing the tea that sat by her arms.
She hated to say this but she missed them.
Those three years that nearly got her killed, that is, because with them brought a lovely group of people that had grown to be her family.
She giggled slightly at the word lovely.
The man passing her table gave her an alarmed look.
That's okay, I'd think I was insane too.
But silently she despaired.
She hadn't known how much she had grown to depend on them, their smiles and their comfort.
Since she had been brutally ripped from them, she felt empty, and all she had to fill the gap were some faint memories.
Time can do a lot to you, but it never takes away your memories, it just wears them down bit by bit until they a just a faint wisp.
And that's what her memories were slowly becoming.
Wisps, just like the steam of her tea.
Time had made her so melancholic.
She stayed buried in her arms for who knows how long and only moved when she heard footsteps near her.
"Excuse me miss?"
She lifted her head tiredly, a bit irate that someone disturbed her.
Can't they see that I'm in no mood to talk?
A young man with vibrant red hair and kind green eyes smiled down at her before sliding into the seat across from her.
She would've raised an inquiring eyebrow but she was too busy gaping at this man's unique looks to.
He across her and leaned forward to place his chin on his lace fingers, an imitation of her previous position.
"I had a feeling it was you."
She ignored his comment in favor of her own.
"You…you look like someone I know."