Credit goes where credits due, and I own none for the characters in this bit of whimsy. All the respect in the world to Rumiko Takahashi and the astounding amount of creativity that went into the masterpiece that is Inuyasha.
Memories, however, didn't pay her bills.
Kagome let out a curious sound, circling an add for a janitor in yellow high lighter. She capped the helpful little object and stood from her place at the coffee table, deciding now would be as good a time as any to take a break. She could remember time after time of sitting in exactly the same position doing exactly the same thing; job hunting. No matter how much she loved the job she had, sooner or later something always came up, disrupting the peace and landing her back where she was.
"Somehow," Kagome murmured, "I don't think this is working."
Original posting date: 3/02/2013
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