InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dashed Hopes ❯ First Impressions ( Chapter 1 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Fay-of-Faerie 
Kagome shows up at the Sakura Hide Away, a shelter for abused woman. Sango, an employee, takes an imediate likely to her and introduces Kagome to her friend Miroku.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.22.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Kagome shows up at the Sakura Hide Away, a shelter for abused woman. Sango, an employee, takes an imediate likely to her and introduces Kagome to her friend Miroku.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 07.22.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Completed
Hope you enjoy!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
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Dashed Hopes
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Chapter 1: First Impressions
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It was like any other day at the Sakura Hide-Away, or the SHA, and it was Sango Taijai’s shift. She was leafing through her magazine at the front desk in the uncomfortable chair when she came in.
Sango looked up from her reading material to greet the new comer. Like all the others, the young woman looked nervous.
The SHA was a building where abused women and children could take safety. This time, this woman, was no different.
Sango gave a warm smile to try and help quell the younger girl’s nerves.
The magenta-eyed woman took in the sight with practiced eyes. Sango had volunteered there for the last four years, since she was eighteen. The new woman was petite with ebony locks that fell mid-back. It was currently pulled into a loose, low pony-tale at the nape of her neck. Heavy black bangs covered her forehead, which was evident since the woman had her head lowered. She wore nice clothes. A short, tight emerald green skirt and an expansive white blouse. As the woman lifted her head, she revealed stormy- blue eyes and...
...a large cut above the right orb.
She couldn’t be more than twenty or twenty-one years old. Clinging tightly to her right arm was a pre-teen boy, probably eleven or so. He had deep, chocolate brown eyes filled with nothing but fear and sorrow. Wrapped in the girl’s left arm was a young redheaded boy with bright green eyes alight with curiosity but also a deep sadness.
“Excuse me, but we need a place to stay for the night. I was hoping this place could provide that,” the young woman stated quietly and politely.
Sango nodded in understanding. “We don’t want to pry, but we need to know a small bit of information first,” she said with the standard employee line.
The woman’s face lit up in fright.
Sango placed her hands out in front of her like a makeshift shield. Frantically she tried to stop the girl’s fear, “Just your first names and your relationship to the boys. Nothing else, I swear.”
The blue-eyed woman again took on the calm look; “My name is Kagome. This is my younger brother Souta and my adopted son Shippou. Anything else?” she questioned with a delicately arched eyebrow.
Sango smiled. She liked this girl. Even though she had obviously been harmed by someone, why else would she be here?, but she still stayed calm and found the best choice for her family.
“Come with me,” the female worker ordered gently. She led the way back to a long hallway lined with several doors. Opening the door of one on the very end on the left side with the small ring of keys she carried she stated, “I’m Sango.”
Kagome graced her with a warm smile. “Good to meet you Sango!”
Souta looked up quickly at the sound of the old cheer in Kagome’s voice. Maybe she’d make it through this all right after all. He sure didn’t want the responsibility of taking care of his older sister. He made a disgusted face at the thought, but the girls didn’t seem to notice.
“I’m sorry to say there is only one bed, unless of course one of you want to take another room,” Sango apologized.
Kagome paled at the idea, “No, no, this is perfect! I’d prefer to stay near them. Plus it wouldn’t be fair to take up more room than we need to.”
Sango definitely liked this girl. She wasn’t some broken spirited one like the rest who came here. Kagome still contained some sense.
“All right. You can come to the main room in half an hour to pick up some dinner.”
“What time is it?” The blue-eyed female asked flustered. She had left with the boys just after noon. How could it have gotten so late?
Sango glanced quickly at her watch. “Quarter till seven.”
“Oh,” Kagome gasped amazed. “I didn’t realize it was so late!”
Sango looked at her quizzically but didn’t question any further. “Kay, I’ll be right outside at the desk if you need me.” She called as she walked out the door. “Wait!” she said popping her head back in. “You could use some attention on that cut!”
“What cut?” Kagome questioned as she reached up to dab at the wound. Bringing her hand down she rubbed her forefinger and thumb together to feel the crimson liquid. “I didn’t realize he hit that hard,” she said quietly.
Sango frowned. The woman obviously had been too wrapped up in the boy’s safety that she forgot about her own. But that just raised Sango's respect for her. Kagome showed to be caring. Sighing, Sango left, only to come back soon after with a medical case in tow. She reached up and placed her hands on Kagome’s shoulders and pushed her down till she sat on the plain bed. Sango expertly cleaned the wound out with peroxide and put a fresh bandage on over a thin layer of Neosporin. At least now it wouldn’t fester and get infected.
Sango winced as she brought her hands down. That looked like it stung.
Kagome looked around realizing the boys hadn’t spoken in awhile, but immediately calmed down when she saw them curled up behind her. The day’s events really took a lot out of them.
Sango crept out to grab something for Kagome to wear. Her father had been a successful businessman and she had plenty of spending money. Most of it went towards clothes for women at the shelter.
Kagome was tiny and took in the smallest sizes Sango had with her. A extra small white spaghetti strap tank top showed off the younger woman's curves but still completely covered her. Sango offered an over-shirt since most women refuse to wear regular clothes after the ordeals with being abused, but Kagome assured her that she was fine. Kagome was also given a pair of khaki cargo pants. Flip-flops replaced the heels she came in with, and with her black hair loose around her shoulders she looked extremely...pretty.
Of course Sango had nothing to complain about. Her low hip-hugger jeans and overly large black T-shirt just showed off her body. She stayed lean and slim but was very muscular and toned. Her waist long deep brown hair was pulled back in a high pony-tale, out of her eyes.
“Wake up,” Kagome cooed softly to the sleeping boys. They woke quickly and rubbed the sleep out of their eyes.
“Let’s go get some food into you guys,” Sango suggested.
The blue-eyed girl nodded, she was hungry. So were the boys. They hadn’t eaten since that morning.
Sango smiled, mentally noting she had been doing that a lot lately, and led them towards the largest room in the building. There weren’t all that many girls that day, there hadn't been any for quite awhile.
There were long tables lining the eating room. It reminded everyone of the cafeteria at school, only this place had carpeting. Souta took Shippou away to explore as the girls talked and started to get to know one another. Normally Sango just was polite and helped out the women with any needs, but Kagome was different. Kagome wasn’t scared stiff and they were talking like they were old friends out to lunch.
It felt good.
Sango had been hanging out with her two best friends since she was small, and they were both guys. Guy guys, not ones that would do girl talk or shopping or gossiping or anything else remotely female-ish.
Not that she didn’t want them as her friends, she just hadn’t had girl time for a long time.
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Miroku Houshi got out of the driver’s seat of his black Lexus. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a button down royal purple shirt. His short black hair was tied in a tiny pony-tale at the nape of his neck and his violet eyes searched the front of the SHA.
He may have been a bit of a hentai, a pervert, but he did have his gentleman qualities. Miroku would never lay a hand on the women at the shelter, that was just sick. In other words, he kept his ‘wandering hands’ inactive for the day.
Now if only Sango could get him to act that way everywhere.
Walking into the lunchroom, his eyes scanned the tables for one of his best friends. He found it odd when he saw Sango eating lunch with a woman here. He found it even odder that Sango was talking and laughing like he had seen her only do with her brother, Kohaku. Not since that day last year that is.
Standing behind the back of the girl who seemed to have befriended her quickly, he waved and smiled at Sango.
“Hey Miroku,” Sango called out happily, smile still firmly in place.
Miroku couldn’t help but think that she looked even more beautiful when she smiled.
“Hello Sango,” he replied, a grin curving his lips.
Kagome turned around to meet the new comer. Sango had told her about her best friend Miroku, and his lecherous ways. But she didn’t worry about that here.
Miroku gasped when he saw Kagome turn around. She really was a beauty with those blue-gray eyes. But his attention only lingered on her for a few moments before ultimately returning to Sango.
Kagome smiled, and frowned when a shocked look passed the young man’s face. “What? Does no one smile around here or something?”
“No, Kagome, it just isn’t that common,” Sango explained. “This is Miroku,” she nodded towards the man who was in early twenties, only a year older than her.
Miroku grasped the hand Kagome held out. “I’m Kagome,” she greeted. “Nice to meet you Miroku.”
Miroku nodded, “You too.”
“Join us, won’t you?” Kagome asked, all politeness once again.
He sat down next to Kagome to help quell the urge to grope Sango. He turned toward the younger girl and was about to strike a conversation when they were interrupted.
“Okaa-san!” The young green-eyed boy squealed as he landed in her lap. Miroku guessed he was roughly six years old, but very small for his age.
Kagome loved it how Shippou insisted on calling her the older version of mother. It was so kawaii!
Miroku face faulted. Mother?! Kagome was only twenty-one as far as he could tell. A child, poor girl. Teen pregnancies often went hand in hand with disaster. Although it gladdened him that they sometimes had happy endings.
Kagome laughed at the look on his face. “Adopted,” she explained.
“Right,” he answered.
“Souta and me found a candy machine! Please can we have some money for it?” Shippou asked, rather excited.
Arching an eyebrow at her son Kagome asked, “Do you remember what happened the last time you had chocolate?”
Shippou looked sheepish for a moment before trying to negotiate, “How about I don’t get a chocolate bar and get a bag of sweet tarts or something?”
Kagome could never say no to those green eyes. Reaching back she grabbed her wallet she had transferred there from her purse earlier. Handing over a couple of bills, Souta came up. “Does some of that go to me?” he asked innocently.
“Yeah, Souta,” Kagome replied in a bored tone. Souta stuck his tongue out at her and tried to run away when Kagome jumped up. She grabbed him and tickled his sides mercilessly.
“Ok, ok, I give!” he shouted before running away with Shippou.
“Little brothers,” Kagome muttered as she sat back down. She was greeted by two grins. “What?”
“Nothing. Just that that’s the most laughter I’ve heard for awhile,” Sango chuckled.
Miroku nodded in agreement.
Kagome shrugged before taking a sip through the straw in her milk carton.
Miroku looked towards Sango with pleading eyes. She could tell he wanted something. While Kagome was distracted she mouthed ‘what’.
‘The parade’ was his reply.
‘What about it’
‘Kagome?’ Miroku asked hopefully.
Sango took on a worried look. Would Kagome think they were being too forward? Taking a deep breath she risked it, “Kagome?”
Kagome looked up, “Mm?”
“Would you like to go to the Night Parade with Miroku and me tonight? Souta and Shippou would have a blast!”
Blue eyes took on a sparkle, “We’d love to! We always loved parades,” she exclaimed.
Sango’s expression brightened. “Great!”
Glancing at his watch, Miroku stated, “It starts in an hour. We should probably get a move on if we want to get good spots. If it's still possible.”
Kagome got up and went in search of her boys and asked if they wanted to go. Sango and Miroku could hear the shouts all the way back to their table. Chuckling they both grinned, happy to find a new friend.
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A/N: I’m not going to have Kikyou in this story. I just realized that all the stories I’ve been reading lately have Kikyou come in mid-way through and suddenly Kagome is not as good of a person as before then. It always makes Kagome sound like a replacement, so anyway...
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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
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Dashed Hopes
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Chapter 1: First Impressions
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It was like any other day at the Sakura Hide-Away, or the SHA, and it was Sango Taijai’s shift. She was leafing through her magazine at the front desk in the uncomfortable chair when she came in.
Sango looked up from her reading material to greet the new comer. Like all the others, the young woman looked nervous.
The SHA was a building where abused women and children could take safety. This time, this woman, was no different.
Sango gave a warm smile to try and help quell the younger girl’s nerves.
The magenta-eyed woman took in the sight with practiced eyes. Sango had volunteered there for the last four years, since she was eighteen. The new woman was petite with ebony locks that fell mid-back. It was currently pulled into a loose, low pony-tale at the nape of her neck. Heavy black bangs covered her forehead, which was evident since the woman had her head lowered. She wore nice clothes. A short, tight emerald green skirt and an expansive white blouse. As the woman lifted her head, she revealed stormy- blue eyes and...
...a large cut above the right orb.
She couldn’t be more than twenty or twenty-one years old. Clinging tightly to her right arm was a pre-teen boy, probably eleven or so. He had deep, chocolate brown eyes filled with nothing but fear and sorrow. Wrapped in the girl’s left arm was a young redheaded boy with bright green eyes alight with curiosity but also a deep sadness.
“Excuse me, but we need a place to stay for the night. I was hoping this place could provide that,” the young woman stated quietly and politely.
Sango nodded in understanding. “We don’t want to pry, but we need to know a small bit of information first,” she said with the standard employee line.
The woman’s face lit up in fright.
Sango placed her hands out in front of her like a makeshift shield. Frantically she tried to stop the girl’s fear, “Just your first names and your relationship to the boys. Nothing else, I swear.”
The blue-eyed woman again took on the calm look; “My name is Kagome. This is my younger brother Souta and my adopted son Shippou. Anything else?” she questioned with a delicately arched eyebrow.
Sango smiled. She liked this girl. Even though she had obviously been harmed by someone, why else would she be here?, but she still stayed calm and found the best choice for her family.
“Come with me,” the female worker ordered gently. She led the way back to a long hallway lined with several doors. Opening the door of one on the very end on the left side with the small ring of keys she carried she stated, “I’m Sango.”
Kagome graced her with a warm smile. “Good to meet you Sango!”
Souta looked up quickly at the sound of the old cheer in Kagome’s voice. Maybe she’d make it through this all right after all. He sure didn’t want the responsibility of taking care of his older sister. He made a disgusted face at the thought, but the girls didn’t seem to notice.
“I’m sorry to say there is only one bed, unless of course one of you want to take another room,” Sango apologized.
Kagome paled at the idea, “No, no, this is perfect! I’d prefer to stay near them. Plus it wouldn’t be fair to take up more room than we need to.”
Sango definitely liked this girl. She wasn’t some broken spirited one like the rest who came here. Kagome still contained some sense.
“All right. You can come to the main room in half an hour to pick up some dinner.”
“What time is it?” The blue-eyed female asked flustered. She had left with the boys just after noon. How could it have gotten so late?
Sango glanced quickly at her watch. “Quarter till seven.”
“Oh,” Kagome gasped amazed. “I didn’t realize it was so late!”
Sango looked at her quizzically but didn’t question any further. “Kay, I’ll be right outside at the desk if you need me.” She called as she walked out the door. “Wait!” she said popping her head back in. “You could use some attention on that cut!”
“What cut?” Kagome questioned as she reached up to dab at the wound. Bringing her hand down she rubbed her forefinger and thumb together to feel the crimson liquid. “I didn’t realize he hit that hard,” she said quietly.
Sango frowned. The woman obviously had been too wrapped up in the boy’s safety that she forgot about her own. But that just raised Sango's respect for her. Kagome showed to be caring. Sighing, Sango left, only to come back soon after with a medical case in tow. She reached up and placed her hands on Kagome’s shoulders and pushed her down till she sat on the plain bed. Sango expertly cleaned the wound out with peroxide and put a fresh bandage on over a thin layer of Neosporin. At least now it wouldn’t fester and get infected.
Sango winced as she brought her hands down. That looked like it stung.
Kagome looked around realizing the boys hadn’t spoken in awhile, but immediately calmed down when she saw them curled up behind her. The day’s events really took a lot out of them.
Sango crept out to grab something for Kagome to wear. Her father had been a successful businessman and she had plenty of spending money. Most of it went towards clothes for women at the shelter.
Kagome was tiny and took in the smallest sizes Sango had with her. A extra small white spaghetti strap tank top showed off the younger woman's curves but still completely covered her. Sango offered an over-shirt since most women refuse to wear regular clothes after the ordeals with being abused, but Kagome assured her that she was fine. Kagome was also given a pair of khaki cargo pants. Flip-flops replaced the heels she came in with, and with her black hair loose around her shoulders she looked extremely...pretty.
Of course Sango had nothing to complain about. Her low hip-hugger jeans and overly large black T-shirt just showed off her body. She stayed lean and slim but was very muscular and toned. Her waist long deep brown hair was pulled back in a high pony-tale, out of her eyes.
“Wake up,” Kagome cooed softly to the sleeping boys. They woke quickly and rubbed the sleep out of their eyes.
“Let’s go get some food into you guys,” Sango suggested.
The blue-eyed girl nodded, she was hungry. So were the boys. They hadn’t eaten since that morning.
Sango smiled, mentally noting she had been doing that a lot lately, and led them towards the largest room in the building. There weren’t all that many girls that day, there hadn't been any for quite awhile.
There were long tables lining the eating room. It reminded everyone of the cafeteria at school, only this place had carpeting. Souta took Shippou away to explore as the girls talked and started to get to know one another. Normally Sango just was polite and helped out the women with any needs, but Kagome was different. Kagome wasn’t scared stiff and they were talking like they were old friends out to lunch.
It felt good.
Sango had been hanging out with her two best friends since she was small, and they were both guys. Guy guys, not ones that would do girl talk or shopping or gossiping or anything else remotely female-ish.
Not that she didn’t want them as her friends, she just hadn’t had girl time for a long time.
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Miroku Houshi got out of the driver’s seat of his black Lexus. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a button down royal purple shirt. His short black hair was tied in a tiny pony-tale at the nape of his neck and his violet eyes searched the front of the SHA.
He may have been a bit of a hentai, a pervert, but he did have his gentleman qualities. Miroku would never lay a hand on the women at the shelter, that was just sick. In other words, he kept his ‘wandering hands’ inactive for the day.
Now if only Sango could get him to act that way everywhere.
Walking into the lunchroom, his eyes scanned the tables for one of his best friends. He found it odd when he saw Sango eating lunch with a woman here. He found it even odder that Sango was talking and laughing like he had seen her only do with her brother, Kohaku. Not since that day last year that is.
Standing behind the back of the girl who seemed to have befriended her quickly, he waved and smiled at Sango.
“Hey Miroku,” Sango called out happily, smile still firmly in place.
Miroku couldn’t help but think that she looked even more beautiful when she smiled.
“Hello Sango,” he replied, a grin curving his lips.
Kagome turned around to meet the new comer. Sango had told her about her best friend Miroku, and his lecherous ways. But she didn’t worry about that here.
Miroku gasped when he saw Kagome turn around. She really was a beauty with those blue-gray eyes. But his attention only lingered on her for a few moments before ultimately returning to Sango.
Kagome smiled, and frowned when a shocked look passed the young man’s face. “What? Does no one smile around here or something?”
“No, Kagome, it just isn’t that common,” Sango explained. “This is Miroku,” she nodded towards the man who was in early twenties, only a year older than her.
Miroku grasped the hand Kagome held out. “I’m Kagome,” she greeted. “Nice to meet you Miroku.”
Miroku nodded, “You too.”
“Join us, won’t you?” Kagome asked, all politeness once again.
He sat down next to Kagome to help quell the urge to grope Sango. He turned toward the younger girl and was about to strike a conversation when they were interrupted.
“Okaa-san!” The young green-eyed boy squealed as he landed in her lap. Miroku guessed he was roughly six years old, but very small for his age.
Kagome loved it how Shippou insisted on calling her the older version of mother. It was so kawaii!
Miroku face faulted. Mother?! Kagome was only twenty-one as far as he could tell. A child, poor girl. Teen pregnancies often went hand in hand with disaster. Although it gladdened him that they sometimes had happy endings.
Kagome laughed at the look on his face. “Adopted,” she explained.
“Right,” he answered.
“Souta and me found a candy machine! Please can we have some money for it?” Shippou asked, rather excited.
Arching an eyebrow at her son Kagome asked, “Do you remember what happened the last time you had chocolate?”
Shippou looked sheepish for a moment before trying to negotiate, “How about I don’t get a chocolate bar and get a bag of sweet tarts or something?”
Kagome could never say no to those green eyes. Reaching back she grabbed her wallet she had transferred there from her purse earlier. Handing over a couple of bills, Souta came up. “Does some of that go to me?” he asked innocently.
“Yeah, Souta,” Kagome replied in a bored tone. Souta stuck his tongue out at her and tried to run away when Kagome jumped up. She grabbed him and tickled his sides mercilessly.
“Ok, ok, I give!” he shouted before running away with Shippou.
“Little brothers,” Kagome muttered as she sat back down. She was greeted by two grins. “What?”
“Nothing. Just that that’s the most laughter I’ve heard for awhile,” Sango chuckled.
Miroku nodded in agreement.
Kagome shrugged before taking a sip through the straw in her milk carton.
Miroku looked towards Sango with pleading eyes. She could tell he wanted something. While Kagome was distracted she mouthed ‘what’.
‘The parade’ was his reply.
‘What about it’
‘Kagome?’ Miroku asked hopefully.
Sango took on a worried look. Would Kagome think they were being too forward? Taking a deep breath she risked it, “Kagome?”
Kagome looked up, “Mm?”
“Would you like to go to the Night Parade with Miroku and me tonight? Souta and Shippou would have a blast!”
Blue eyes took on a sparkle, “We’d love to! We always loved parades,” she exclaimed.
Sango’s expression brightened. “Great!”
Glancing at his watch, Miroku stated, “It starts in an hour. We should probably get a move on if we want to get good spots. If it's still possible.”
Kagome got up and went in search of her boys and asked if they wanted to go. Sango and Miroku could hear the shouts all the way back to their table. Chuckling they both grinned, happy to find a new friend.
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A/N: I’m not going to have Kikyou in this story. I just realized that all the stories I’ve been reading lately have Kikyou come in mid-way through and suddenly Kagome is not as good of a person as before then. It always makes Kagome sound like a replacement, so anyway...