InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Book of Lesser Evil ❯ The Choco Cro ( Prologue )

She remembered the constant buzz of cicadas and the sensation of a lime popsicle trickling over her slick skin as she quickened her stride under the thundering train tracks as the Choco Cro slid into view. The sky was a hazy grey, but the atmosphere around her permeated with Ueno humidity and the usual crows aiming to get a hit in on the unaware. She spread her umbrella not because she was afraid of water raining down on her, for water would be quite welcome now, but something else. The obsidian bird perched on the street light ahead definitely had a malicious gleam in its eye.

Kagome had only rarely ventured into the business district of Tokyo before, preferring the much more friendly air about her shrine and the local area surrounding it. Ueno only had one redeeming quality in her book, and it was most assuredly not the smell.

She wrinkled her nose in distaste. Yes, that had been why she ventured so far out of her safety zone in the first place. Ueno’s underground bazaar was known by few, but those few who seedily traded swore that it was the place to go if anything rare was to be found. Its oddities ranged from items pilfered from tombs to crystalized ether, of all things. Even stranger were the patrons who sold those trinkets and the energies she could even now feel radiating from them.

A pleasing smell wafted by as the miko hesitantly pulled at The Choco Cro’s shop door. Her stomach growled from the mere fare of buttered toast that morning and, seeing as her attempts to quell it were quite futile, she deducted in a rather abrupt manner that a chocolate croissant should suffice to please it. She slapped one on a pink tray and brought it to the register where a smiling girl politely told her that the total came to 120 yen. Flashing a timid grin back, Kagome paid and retreated to a dark corner to munch on her prize.

It was delicious. Perhaps she would pick one up for Inuyasha after her business was finished. She shook her head slightly. No, that twit would scarf it down and demand ramen anyway. With a sigh at his lack of appreciation for the finer things, the girl brushed off the remaining crumbs from her lap and stood from the spindly chair. It was now or never.

With a hefty yank at her bag, she strode stiffly to the back room and disappeared before the server girl could delicately shriek her protest.


<b>A/N</b> : If you’ve ever been to Ueno, you’ll know what I mean about the crows. The seriously aim to hit.
By the way, Hi. This is my first Fan Fic ever. ::slinks away::