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Chapter 3
As they were walking back to the campus InuYasha received a phone call interrupting the conversation he was having with his friends. He pulled out his new Galaxy s4 out and wondered why his father was calling him when he never called during the weekdays.
In his usual gruff voice he answered the call, "What's up Pops?"
He was silent for a moment as he listened to what he was being said to him, even though the whole group was silent trying to listen in to his conversation no one heard a thing he said. Kagome, especially wanted to know what was being said, watched as InuYasha's whole posture became serious, and even as close as she was to him couldn't hear what he said back to his farther.
As the minutes ticked on by and InuYasha's demeanor hadn't changed, Kagome became more curious and unsettled as almost nothing could make him take things as seriously as he was now. He looked up at the sky for a moment before answering in a loud voice that humans could hear,
"Yeah, I'll go buy tomorrow and see how things are being handled." He took a deep breath before nodding once and hanging up. Kagome looked at InuYasha and saw for a moment a furrow cross his brow before as quickly as it came it disappear, making her wonder if she had been imaging it. She watched him closely for another moment before looking straight ahead and watched as Sango and Miroku argue about something back and forth.
Whatever concerns Kagome had was quickly forgotten by her, and besides whatever the conversation InuYasha had with his father, told something in her that she wouldn't like to know.
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By 10:50pm Kagome was thrashing wildly in her bed unable to fall asleep, with one last look at the clock resting on her nightstand before she uncovered herself from her thin blanket and stood up in bed. Shaking her head to try to rid herself of the thoughts feasting in her brain, Kagome left the comfort of her room and walked into the darken hallway toward the kitchen. She searched blindly through the dark for the light switch, but stumbled against something that littered the floor, upon finding the switch she flicked it on and looked down at what she had stumbled upon, and found what looked to be someone's dress shirt. Carefully looking it over she found that it was one of the shirts the guys usually wore when they came over to her place to eat, or just plain hang out since she was the only one who didn't live in the school campus, she caught a sniff of the Armani code cologne Sesshomaru used, and realized with a sad smile that it was the shirt he wore on that night in what seemed so long ago.
'Has it really been that long since I've cleaned?' Kagome asked herself while looking around. Apart from the dishes and the trash the entire kitchen had bits and pieces of dirt here and there, but besides that there was basically no signs that she hadn't cleaned up in a while. She put the shirt down on a chair and took out her cleaning supplies and began the consuming job of cleaning the two bedroom apartment. Around midnight, Kagome finally finished cleaning and once stood as a dusty apartment now was a spotless haven. She looked around to see if anything was amiss before returning to her room to look for clothes to wear.
She picked out a pair of sweat pants and one of the shirts one of the guys left behind when they spent the night in the apartment before going to the bathroom to take a nice long bath. After the tub was full, she stripped out of her clothes and went in.
~Somewhere in America~
Long white hair blew in the wind as golden colored eyes looked at the busy city under his nose, the sun shining in through the glass windows as the clock struck twelve in the afternoon. He wondered as to why it was that he had to study abroad for the next two years if Japan was doing a good enough job in teaching him all he needed to know. Besides every single person he knew lived in Nippon she also lived there. Maybe that was the reason his father decided to send him abroad to finish his degree.
With a mental shake he got back to work, not once knowing what was happening in his home country or the actions being done because of the brash decisions his father did.