InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dashed Hopes ❯ The Getaway ( Chapter 12 )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Fay-of-Faerie 
Most of this chapter is once big flashback of the day Kagome ran from Naraku...and the reason she finally left is learned.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.02.2004 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 760 | Status: Completed
Most of this chapter is once big flashback of the day Kagome ran from Naraku...and the reason she finally left is learned.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.02.2004 | Pages: 5 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 760 | Status: Completed
Yes, you finally see a flashback of Kagome leaving Naraku! Aren't you all just bursting with excitement?
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Disclaimer: I’ll make this easy: I do not own Inuyasha.
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Dashed Hopes
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--- Last Chapter ---
At least one type of love.
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Chapter 12: The Getaway
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Silver moonlight hung in a pale streak through the air in front of the young woman. Sitting in a comfortable leather chair, she pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.
Thoughtful blue eyes watched the night sky through the large window in front of her.
It had been two weeks, she calculated.
Two weeks exactly since that Sunday when it had all started.
Kagome shook her head.
It hadn’t started then, it had been going on long before that. That Sunday was just the day she decided to change her, and the boys’, futures.
A sigh escaped her lips. She had never been so confused. How was she supposed to act? After her life had been completely turned around four years ago?
Kagome just didn’t know any more.
To act cheerful was too much like how she originally was from before, but it just didn’t feel right anymore. Angry? No, she had no reason to be angry, except with herself for letting it get so far. Scared? Well, sure. Anyone would be scared with a lunatic boyfriend after them.
Kagome was unable to control it any more, and her thoughts drifted to the night two weeks ago.
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Two Weeks Before
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Beep Beep Beep A slim hand came up and whacked the alarm clock mercilessly until the infernal beeping stopped.
“Too early on a Sunday!” A groggy female voice growled from beneath a pile of pillows and blankets.
Crawling out from her warm nest, Kagome stretched and heard several audible pops.
Tip toeing on slender bare feet, the young woman made her way down to the large bathroom to take a steamy shower.
Wiping down the clouded mirror, Kagome took a long look at her creamy skin. No scars had formed from the ‘incidents’ and Naraku hadn’t touched her for weeks so no patches of purplish black marked her.
Slipping into a short, emerald skirt and her favorite white blouse, Kagome slipped on her favorite set of black pumps onto her feet. After that, she secured her damp, charcoal locks into a low ponytail just at the base of her neck. Brushing on some quick mascara and lip-gloss she set out to do the impossible.
“Souta! Wake up and get dressed. We leave in ten minutes.” Hearing a satisfying grown of anger from her slumbering brother, the blue-eyed female moved on to wake up her adopted son.
Only, she found the green-eyed boy already dressed and ready to go. “Morning Okaa-san!” he chirped.
“Morning hon, go do me a favor and keep Souta up, would you?” Kagome asked sweetly of the young male.
Shippou nodded and scuttled out to do his mother’s bidding.
Sighing, Kagome walked down the grand staircase to make some good old- fashioned coffee.
‘Mm, coffee...’ Kagome murmured in her sleep-deprived mind.
The phone rang and Kagome picked in up before wondering at how early it was.
“Kagome,” A feminine voice stated in a very familiar drawl. “You can’t keep this up!”
“What?” asked Kagome, frantically scanning her mind for remembrance of such a voice.
“You know this isn’t right. Not for you or for the boys,” it went on, hushed as though someone might be eavesdropping the next room over.
“Who is this,” Kagome demanded.
“Your last warning,” the female continued. “Your last warning before it becomes too late. Listen to me and get out of here!”
Kagome intently listened as a male voice appeared in the background and a dial tone quickly replaced the mysterious person’s words.
Kagome chewed her lip and pondered the situation. Silently she couldn’t figure out which ‘situation’ the person meant so she put it off to being a wrong number.
After all, there had to be several other Kagomes in a city as large as Kyoto, right?
Ten minutes later, the small group climbed into Kagome’s green Lexus just as orange appeared at the horizon.
Zooming along, they arrived at the company in downtown Kyoto quickly.
Stepping out Souta asked, “Where we going?”
“To buy some breakfast next store, then to pick up Naraku. Once he’s ready, we’ll go to the zoo!” Kagome answered in an overly chipper voice.
Shippou’s eyes shined at the mention of the zoo; he’d always liked the foxes.
Riding the elevator the forth floor of the warehouse shaped building, they entered the area that Naraku’s company took place. Kagome left the boys at the entrance and told them to keep quiet while she went ahead to find her boyfriend.
Kagome walked quietly and with grace as if to surprise her ‘better half’.
Going through Kagura’s office, Kagome peaked through the crack in the doorway.
Inside were several arguing men and one woman: Kagura herself.
Something clicked in the girls mind that something wasn’t right and she needed to high-tail it out of there as fast as possible, but curiosity got the better of her.
So she naturally stayed to listen in on the ‘business’ meeting.
“I’ll pay no more than I promised,” Naraku’s calm voice penetrated the rest of the yells. Kagome noticed the hint of danger hidden in it. The man held up his left hand and secured between his fore finger and middle finger was a gorgeous jewel.
It was a milky pinkish purple and was threaded on a crystal chain. Light seemed to shine from the small piece of jewelry.
“More, you’ll pay more!” Another voice to be reasoned with answered Naraku.
“Exactly! Hiten is correct,” a fat and balding young man joined in.
The second voice, Hiten, continued as if he had not heard the third man. “Do you know how much Manten and I had to go through to get that damn jewel, Naraku? Security was tougher than we have ever seen and we almost lost our lives to those German shepherds!”
Naraku answered in his cool voice. “I paid for you to steal the Shikon no Tama so that I could get out of debt for my –hobbies-. I don’t really care what you had to go through to get this,” he gestured at the pink jewel, “but I will only pay as much as we agreed upon.”
A bad feeling told the young woman that hobbies didn’t mean knitting, but the drugs Kagome thought she had seen several times before. Some kind of white powder in clear plastic bags, but she didn’t know enough to be able to identify it.
Drugs were bad, illegal drugs were worse, but the worse of all was stealing to pay for it!
Kagome, before she could stop herself, gave an indignant squeak.
Naraku rounded on her and pulled the ebony haired girl into the room with an iron handed grip on her arm. Pulling back his right hand, he slammed it into her face. Blood flowed freely downward, but her numb skin didn’t register the feeling.
“Damn,” Naraku cursed.
‘Kagome!’ Kagura stared wide-eyed at the stubborn girl she had tried to save.
Hiten and Manten whirled to face Naraku. “You ass! You were going to sell us out and use the girl as a witness to put us behind bars!” The oldest screamed.
Naraku glanced down at the young woman sprawled on the ground looking up at him with fear-filled and innocent eyes. Reaching in with his right hand, the one not holding the jewel, he pulled out a rather shiny looking handgun. “Not exactly.”
Hiten and Manten went down quickly with the holes in their chests freely bleeding.
“Naraku?” Kagome whispered.
“Bitch,” Naraku growled looking at his girlfriend.
Determination replaced the look of fear in Kagome’s eyes but he missed it easily.
Glancing quickly at the jewel, Kagome braced herself. In one swift, fluid movement, the blue eyed being leapt up and snatched the jewel from Naraku’s stunned hand.
Spinning on her heal, Kagome dashed out of the open door for all she was worth and wound her way around the maze of desks. “RUN!” she screamed at the two stunned boys. Souta did as he was told and made straight for the stairs, refusing to wait for the elevator; Kagome swept a stiff Shippou into her arms.
“Hurry!” she urged them all on. They burst through the door and onto the pavement out side. Kagome’s heart was beating so wildly but she was sure she heard footsteps close behind.
“Get back here bitch!” She heard Naraku’s disembodied voice, but it was luckily farther away.
Kagome snatched up her brother’s cold hand and they ran through the nearly deserted streets of the older part of Kyoto. Most people were inside with their families and having a good day off.
Kagome expertly lead them through a maze of back streets and alleys till they reached an abandoned building. Moving aside the loose metal sheet that she’d used many times before, the woman shoved her brother through before shutting the opening behind her.
Crawling up one of the many staircases she led them to an old room that she knew by heart.
They crawled into the corner to wait for their destiny: being caught or making it safely away.
Kagome used to come to this building all the time when she was younger. No one knew about it, it was her secret haven.
When she’d had gotten the news of her father’s death, Kagome had disappeared for three days before finally making her way home. She had never told the police that she had stayed here the entire time with only a water bottle to tide her over.
Pulling a piece of dark velvet, she wrapped the jewel and tucked it into the bottom of her purse. Looking at her brothers, she told them sternly, “We’ll get out of this, I promise. Whatever happens, you are to tell no one what you have seen today.”
Shippou nodded ans looked at her with eyes wild with fear, but also trust for the woman who had always been there for him.
Souta looked on with hooded eyes. He had known that Naraku was bad news. In that way that little boys have, Souta had known that Kagome was in trouble for a long time, even though she didn’t realize it, and that it would someday come back to haunt them.
They waited several hours to catch their breath and rest their stiff joints and even stiffer minds.
Near noon, Kagome finally decided it was time to make their move. Smoothing out the wrinkles in her clothes, she lead them down to the streets. Keeping an eye, and ear, out they made their way slowly to a busy street.
Kagome hailed a cab and paid the man to bring them to a bus station. She asked for the one that was used less often, Naraku would already be waiting at the more widely known ones.
He didn’t take her for much, she realized. He expected her to have a mind that only worked when he told it to work and never any time otherwise.
Arriving, Kagome purchased their tickets for their one chance of survival: Tokyo. One, if not the, largest cities in the world. It’d be like finding a needle in a haystack, even for someone with as many connections as Naraku.
All she had to do then, was to find the perfect place to stay and wait out till the ‘accident’, as she now dubbed it, was smoothed over.
Looking through the large phone book, she located an abused women’s shelter.
‘Just what we need right about now,’ Kagome thought sullenly.
They walked the rest of the way in silence, only asking for directions every once in awhile.
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Kagome sighed and all the frustration and confusion finally took hold of her abused heart and body.
Cupping her hands round her face, the woman didn’t notice Inuyasha standing in the doorway, watching her silently.
His heart tugged with something at the sight of her crying again. Pity, he supposed it was, since he didn’t know anything else that might move him to act the way he did next.
Walking quietly over, Inuyasha scooped Kagome up and sat on the chair, cradling her to his chest to let her cry her little heart out.
All he could do was stay silent to let her think things through and offer what little support he could. Smoothing down her dark hair, he waited till the sobs subsided.
Kagome looked up with eyes the color of the sky after a good rainfall. She nodded her thanks and silently crept off him to go back to bed and patted his arm in a distracted, but friendly, way.
Watching her walk back out, Inuyasha waited in the chair.
Thinking over the past two weeks, and how much trouble he’d been put through over that girl, he drifted off into a deep slumber.
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Souta sat slamming his head against the counter, muttering what sounded like one continuous word: ‘HungryOwHungryOwHungryOw,’ Shippou watched with mild interest at his ‘uncle’ slowly killing off his brain cells one by one.
Kagome wandered in and ‘tutted’ her part of scolding before joining him in their actions. ‘TiredOwTiredOwTiredOw.’
“Is that a Higurashi trait?” Sesshoumaru asked Shippou as he wandered in casually with his adopted daughter draped over his shoulders.
Shippou shrugged. “I’ve seen Okaa-san’s Jiisan do it before,” ‘several times’ he added in his head. “But Higi-bachan (his nick name for his grandmother) doesn’t do it.”
Sesshoumaru nodded and poured cereal for himself and the adopted children.
Souta stopped to go get his own breakfast, but Kagome only stopped to cross her arms and lay her head on them like a makeshift pillow.
Gentle snores filled the room soon enough.
Inuyasha stalked in with a distracted expression on before creeping back out.
“Glad there’s no work today,” Sesshoumaru said to no one in particular.
Kagome woke up long enough to say, “But that won’t stop you from finishing up all that paperwork, right?”
Sesshoumaru mentally chuckled. This woman sure was a people person; she could read most of those out there like a book.
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“Oh Meeeee-roooo-kuuuuuuu!” Koharu whined. “Please?”
Miroku rubbed his head nervously. “No Koharu.”
“But why?”
Miroku sighed. “You have to leave Koharu, you can’t stay. I’ll speak with you parents over the phone to tell them you are coming.” ‘And to get out of this.’
“Fine,” the petite brunette pouted.
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“But arranged marriages are so-so-so FEUDAL ERA!” Miroku stated desperately.
“I’m sorry, but this marriage was arranged by your parents and us over 8 years ago! It’s too late to back out now.” An elderly man stated. Apparently Koharu’s parents died just after she was born, so Miroku was talking to her grandparents.
Miroku’s mind raced. “What if-what if I was already engaged?”
“What?” an interested voice greeted him over the line.
Miroku stated weakly, “I didn’t want to tell Koharu, but I’m already engaged to a lovely young woman.”
“Let me meet her,” the elderly man said.
“Sure!” Miroku sighed, a bit too loudly. “Talk to you soon.”
“Good bye then.”
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“Please Sango!” Miroku pleaded when the four friends were once again sitting in her dining room.
“No!” she snapped, obviously still angry with him.
Miroku sighed. “Kagome?”
“No!” Inuyasha snapped a little too quickly and a little too angrily, but he didn’t seemed to notice. “You aren’t using Kagome.”
Said woman glanced curiously at the ebony haired man before stating, “I’ll do it Miroku.”
“What?” three voices said at once. Miroku in happiness, Sango in surprise, and Inuyasha in outrage.
“You can't do that!” Inuyasha cried.
“I can and I will. Miroku needs my help and I will happily give it to him. He, and you other two, have already done so much for me that I truly want to repay you.” Kagome answered calmly.
Inuyasha didn’t like it. One: Miroku was a complete hentai and couldn’t be trusted. Two: Didn’t Kagome have enough trouble with men already?
And Three: He just didn’t like it.
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“Hello,” Kagome greeted the old couple politely.
“Hello,” They answered quickly. The man carried on, “To make sure you are truly Miroku’s bride to be, we will ask a few questions.”
On the inside, Miroku and Kagome swallowed nervously, on the outside, they kept on smiling brightly.
“Favorite color?”
“Purple.”
“Worst habit?” Truly the couple didn’t know anything about the young man, but they could tell by her stress level if she was lying or not.
“Keeping his hands to himself.” Kagome knew what they were up to and didn’t really worry. Being with Naraku had taught her to keep feelings (mostly nervousness and fear) hidden and to appear collected.
“Favorite food?”
“Rice cakes.”
“Favorite drink?”
“Sake,” these questions were way too easy, Kagome didn’t even have to worry about guessing.
The old couple had seen enough, “Good.”
The ‘couple’ was then allowed to leave.
Walking down the steps, Miroku was in a great mood and couldn’t help add a bit of a skip to his step. Wrapping an arm around a startled Kagome’s waist, he said, “Well dear? How do you want to go out and celebrate?” The young man wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Inuyasha happened to have been their driver that day and was within hearing distance. “What?!” he roared, unhappily.
Stomping quickly to the successful couple, he unwrapped Miroku’s arm and gave him a cold glare. Miroku, unfazed, kept skipping in the joy of being single again.
Inuyasha glowered and Kagome raised an eyebrow at his reaction before shrugging it off.
‘Over protective,’ she decided and climbed into the back seat with the very cheerful Miroku.
Of course, he was cheerful until a steaming Kagome slapped him upside the head. “Don’t you ever touch that area again! If you hand goes beneath my waist, I swear I will permanently remove it!” she screeched.
Miroku cowered; Kagome’s wrath was almost as bad as Sango’s. His good mood did end up returning and he gave Kagome several more chances to go through with her promise.
Inuyasha, originally amused by Kagome’s actions to Miroku’s nature, now was pissed. Slamming the brake down, he reached back and drug Miroku by the collar and deposited him onto the passenger seat.
Miroku continued to bounce and sing, however, the entire ride home.
By the time they left the car, Kagome and Inuyasha had sworn never to listen to Miroku’s personal song ‘Koharu’s Gone!’ for the rest of their living lives.
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Yay! You finally found out what happened to Kagome, I tried putting in some very little fluff, and Miroku got out of his engagement!
I love happy endings. Too bad this isn’t one, still have plenty of chapters to go.
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Disclaimer: I’ll make this easy: I do not own Inuyasha.
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Dashed Hopes
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--- Last Chapter ---
At least one type of love.
--- End of Last Chapter ---
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Chapter 12: The Getaway
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Silver moonlight hung in a pale streak through the air in front of the young woman. Sitting in a comfortable leather chair, she pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.
Thoughtful blue eyes watched the night sky through the large window in front of her.
It had been two weeks, she calculated.
Two weeks exactly since that Sunday when it had all started.
Kagome shook her head.
It hadn’t started then, it had been going on long before that. That Sunday was just the day she decided to change her, and the boys’, futures.
A sigh escaped her lips. She had never been so confused. How was she supposed to act? After her life had been completely turned around four years ago?
Kagome just didn’t know any more.
To act cheerful was too much like how she originally was from before, but it just didn’t feel right anymore. Angry? No, she had no reason to be angry, except with herself for letting it get so far. Scared? Well, sure. Anyone would be scared with a lunatic boyfriend after them.
Kagome was unable to control it any more, and her thoughts drifted to the night two weeks ago.
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Two Weeks Before
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Beep Beep Beep A slim hand came up and whacked the alarm clock mercilessly until the infernal beeping stopped.
“Too early on a Sunday!” A groggy female voice growled from beneath a pile of pillows and blankets.
Crawling out from her warm nest, Kagome stretched and heard several audible pops.
Tip toeing on slender bare feet, the young woman made her way down to the large bathroom to take a steamy shower.
Wiping down the clouded mirror, Kagome took a long look at her creamy skin. No scars had formed from the ‘incidents’ and Naraku hadn’t touched her for weeks so no patches of purplish black marked her.
Slipping into a short, emerald skirt and her favorite white blouse, Kagome slipped on her favorite set of black pumps onto her feet. After that, she secured her damp, charcoal locks into a low ponytail just at the base of her neck. Brushing on some quick mascara and lip-gloss she set out to do the impossible.
“Souta! Wake up and get dressed. We leave in ten minutes.” Hearing a satisfying grown of anger from her slumbering brother, the blue-eyed female moved on to wake up her adopted son.
Only, she found the green-eyed boy already dressed and ready to go. “Morning Okaa-san!” he chirped.
“Morning hon, go do me a favor and keep Souta up, would you?” Kagome asked sweetly of the young male.
Shippou nodded and scuttled out to do his mother’s bidding.
Sighing, Kagome walked down the grand staircase to make some good old- fashioned coffee.
‘Mm, coffee...’ Kagome murmured in her sleep-deprived mind.
The phone rang and Kagome picked in up before wondering at how early it was.
“Kagome,” A feminine voice stated in a very familiar drawl. “You can’t keep this up!”
“What?” asked Kagome, frantically scanning her mind for remembrance of such a voice.
“You know this isn’t right. Not for you or for the boys,” it went on, hushed as though someone might be eavesdropping the next room over.
“Who is this,” Kagome demanded.
“Your last warning,” the female continued. “Your last warning before it becomes too late. Listen to me and get out of here!”
Kagome intently listened as a male voice appeared in the background and a dial tone quickly replaced the mysterious person’s words.
Kagome chewed her lip and pondered the situation. Silently she couldn’t figure out which ‘situation’ the person meant so she put it off to being a wrong number.
After all, there had to be several other Kagomes in a city as large as Kyoto, right?
Ten minutes later, the small group climbed into Kagome’s green Lexus just as orange appeared at the horizon.
Zooming along, they arrived at the company in downtown Kyoto quickly.
Stepping out Souta asked, “Where we going?”
“To buy some breakfast next store, then to pick up Naraku. Once he’s ready, we’ll go to the zoo!” Kagome answered in an overly chipper voice.
Shippou’s eyes shined at the mention of the zoo; he’d always liked the foxes.
Riding the elevator the forth floor of the warehouse shaped building, they entered the area that Naraku’s company took place. Kagome left the boys at the entrance and told them to keep quiet while she went ahead to find her boyfriend.
Kagome walked quietly and with grace as if to surprise her ‘better half’.
Going through Kagura’s office, Kagome peaked through the crack in the doorway.
Inside were several arguing men and one woman: Kagura herself.
Something clicked in the girls mind that something wasn’t right and she needed to high-tail it out of there as fast as possible, but curiosity got the better of her.
So she naturally stayed to listen in on the ‘business’ meeting.
“I’ll pay no more than I promised,” Naraku’s calm voice penetrated the rest of the yells. Kagome noticed the hint of danger hidden in it. The man held up his left hand and secured between his fore finger and middle finger was a gorgeous jewel.
It was a milky pinkish purple and was threaded on a crystal chain. Light seemed to shine from the small piece of jewelry.
“More, you’ll pay more!” Another voice to be reasoned with answered Naraku.
“Exactly! Hiten is correct,” a fat and balding young man joined in.
The second voice, Hiten, continued as if he had not heard the third man. “Do you know how much Manten and I had to go through to get that damn jewel, Naraku? Security was tougher than we have ever seen and we almost lost our lives to those German shepherds!”
Naraku answered in his cool voice. “I paid for you to steal the Shikon no Tama so that I could get out of debt for my –hobbies-. I don’t really care what you had to go through to get this,” he gestured at the pink jewel, “but I will only pay as much as we agreed upon.”
A bad feeling told the young woman that hobbies didn’t mean knitting, but the drugs Kagome thought she had seen several times before. Some kind of white powder in clear plastic bags, but she didn’t know enough to be able to identify it.
Drugs were bad, illegal drugs were worse, but the worse of all was stealing to pay for it!
Kagome, before she could stop herself, gave an indignant squeak.
Naraku rounded on her and pulled the ebony haired girl into the room with an iron handed grip on her arm. Pulling back his right hand, he slammed it into her face. Blood flowed freely downward, but her numb skin didn’t register the feeling.
“Damn,” Naraku cursed.
‘Kagome!’ Kagura stared wide-eyed at the stubborn girl she had tried to save.
Hiten and Manten whirled to face Naraku. “You ass! You were going to sell us out and use the girl as a witness to put us behind bars!” The oldest screamed.
Naraku glanced down at the young woman sprawled on the ground looking up at him with fear-filled and innocent eyes. Reaching in with his right hand, the one not holding the jewel, he pulled out a rather shiny looking handgun. “Not exactly.”
Hiten and Manten went down quickly with the holes in their chests freely bleeding.
“Naraku?” Kagome whispered.
“Bitch,” Naraku growled looking at his girlfriend.
Determination replaced the look of fear in Kagome’s eyes but he missed it easily.
Glancing quickly at the jewel, Kagome braced herself. In one swift, fluid movement, the blue eyed being leapt up and snatched the jewel from Naraku’s stunned hand.
Spinning on her heal, Kagome dashed out of the open door for all she was worth and wound her way around the maze of desks. “RUN!” she screamed at the two stunned boys. Souta did as he was told and made straight for the stairs, refusing to wait for the elevator; Kagome swept a stiff Shippou into her arms.
“Hurry!” she urged them all on. They burst through the door and onto the pavement out side. Kagome’s heart was beating so wildly but she was sure she heard footsteps close behind.
“Get back here bitch!” She heard Naraku’s disembodied voice, but it was luckily farther away.
Kagome snatched up her brother’s cold hand and they ran through the nearly deserted streets of the older part of Kyoto. Most people were inside with their families and having a good day off.
Kagome expertly lead them through a maze of back streets and alleys till they reached an abandoned building. Moving aside the loose metal sheet that she’d used many times before, the woman shoved her brother through before shutting the opening behind her.
Crawling up one of the many staircases she led them to an old room that she knew by heart.
They crawled into the corner to wait for their destiny: being caught or making it safely away.
Kagome used to come to this building all the time when she was younger. No one knew about it, it was her secret haven.
When she’d had gotten the news of her father’s death, Kagome had disappeared for three days before finally making her way home. She had never told the police that she had stayed here the entire time with only a water bottle to tide her over.
Pulling a piece of dark velvet, she wrapped the jewel and tucked it into the bottom of her purse. Looking at her brothers, she told them sternly, “We’ll get out of this, I promise. Whatever happens, you are to tell no one what you have seen today.”
Shippou nodded ans looked at her with eyes wild with fear, but also trust for the woman who had always been there for him.
Souta looked on with hooded eyes. He had known that Naraku was bad news. In that way that little boys have, Souta had known that Kagome was in trouble for a long time, even though she didn’t realize it, and that it would someday come back to haunt them.
They waited several hours to catch their breath and rest their stiff joints and even stiffer minds.
Near noon, Kagome finally decided it was time to make their move. Smoothing out the wrinkles in her clothes, she lead them down to the streets. Keeping an eye, and ear, out they made their way slowly to a busy street.
Kagome hailed a cab and paid the man to bring them to a bus station. She asked for the one that was used less often, Naraku would already be waiting at the more widely known ones.
He didn’t take her for much, she realized. He expected her to have a mind that only worked when he told it to work and never any time otherwise.
Arriving, Kagome purchased their tickets for their one chance of survival: Tokyo. One, if not the, largest cities in the world. It’d be like finding a needle in a haystack, even for someone with as many connections as Naraku.
All she had to do then, was to find the perfect place to stay and wait out till the ‘accident’, as she now dubbed it, was smoothed over.
Looking through the large phone book, she located an abused women’s shelter.
‘Just what we need right about now,’ Kagome thought sullenly.
They walked the rest of the way in silence, only asking for directions every once in awhile.
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Kagome sighed and all the frustration and confusion finally took hold of her abused heart and body.
Cupping her hands round her face, the woman didn’t notice Inuyasha standing in the doorway, watching her silently.
His heart tugged with something at the sight of her crying again. Pity, he supposed it was, since he didn’t know anything else that might move him to act the way he did next.
Walking quietly over, Inuyasha scooped Kagome up and sat on the chair, cradling her to his chest to let her cry her little heart out.
All he could do was stay silent to let her think things through and offer what little support he could. Smoothing down her dark hair, he waited till the sobs subsided.
Kagome looked up with eyes the color of the sky after a good rainfall. She nodded her thanks and silently crept off him to go back to bed and patted his arm in a distracted, but friendly, way.
Watching her walk back out, Inuyasha waited in the chair.
Thinking over the past two weeks, and how much trouble he’d been put through over that girl, he drifted off into a deep slumber.
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Souta sat slamming his head against the counter, muttering what sounded like one continuous word: ‘HungryOwHungryOwHungryOw,’ Shippou watched with mild interest at his ‘uncle’ slowly killing off his brain cells one by one.
Kagome wandered in and ‘tutted’ her part of scolding before joining him in their actions. ‘TiredOwTiredOwTiredOw.’
“Is that a Higurashi trait?” Sesshoumaru asked Shippou as he wandered in casually with his adopted daughter draped over his shoulders.
Shippou shrugged. “I’ve seen Okaa-san’s Jiisan do it before,” ‘several times’ he added in his head. “But Higi-bachan (his nick name for his grandmother) doesn’t do it.”
Sesshoumaru nodded and poured cereal for himself and the adopted children.
Souta stopped to go get his own breakfast, but Kagome only stopped to cross her arms and lay her head on them like a makeshift pillow.
Gentle snores filled the room soon enough.
Inuyasha stalked in with a distracted expression on before creeping back out.
“Glad there’s no work today,” Sesshoumaru said to no one in particular.
Kagome woke up long enough to say, “But that won’t stop you from finishing up all that paperwork, right?”
Sesshoumaru mentally chuckled. This woman sure was a people person; she could read most of those out there like a book.
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“Oh Meeeee-roooo-kuuuuuuu!” Koharu whined. “Please?”
Miroku rubbed his head nervously. “No Koharu.”
“But why?”
Miroku sighed. “You have to leave Koharu, you can’t stay. I’ll speak with you parents over the phone to tell them you are coming.” ‘And to get out of this.’
“Fine,” the petite brunette pouted.
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“But arranged marriages are so-so-so FEUDAL ERA!” Miroku stated desperately.
“I’m sorry, but this marriage was arranged by your parents and us over 8 years ago! It’s too late to back out now.” An elderly man stated. Apparently Koharu’s parents died just after she was born, so Miroku was talking to her grandparents.
Miroku’s mind raced. “What if-what if I was already engaged?”
“What?” an interested voice greeted him over the line.
Miroku stated weakly, “I didn’t want to tell Koharu, but I’m already engaged to a lovely young woman.”
“Let me meet her,” the elderly man said.
“Sure!” Miroku sighed, a bit too loudly. “Talk to you soon.”
“Good bye then.”
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“Please Sango!” Miroku pleaded when the four friends were once again sitting in her dining room.
“No!” she snapped, obviously still angry with him.
Miroku sighed. “Kagome?”
“No!” Inuyasha snapped a little too quickly and a little too angrily, but he didn’t seemed to notice. “You aren’t using Kagome.”
Said woman glanced curiously at the ebony haired man before stating, “I’ll do it Miroku.”
“What?” three voices said at once. Miroku in happiness, Sango in surprise, and Inuyasha in outrage.
“You can't do that!” Inuyasha cried.
“I can and I will. Miroku needs my help and I will happily give it to him. He, and you other two, have already done so much for me that I truly want to repay you.” Kagome answered calmly.
Inuyasha didn’t like it. One: Miroku was a complete hentai and couldn’t be trusted. Two: Didn’t Kagome have enough trouble with men already?
And Three: He just didn’t like it.
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“Hello,” Kagome greeted the old couple politely.
“Hello,” They answered quickly. The man carried on, “To make sure you are truly Miroku’s bride to be, we will ask a few questions.”
On the inside, Miroku and Kagome swallowed nervously, on the outside, they kept on smiling brightly.
“Favorite color?”
“Purple.”
“Worst habit?” Truly the couple didn’t know anything about the young man, but they could tell by her stress level if she was lying or not.
“Keeping his hands to himself.” Kagome knew what they were up to and didn’t really worry. Being with Naraku had taught her to keep feelings (mostly nervousness and fear) hidden and to appear collected.
“Favorite food?”
“Rice cakes.”
“Favorite drink?”
“Sake,” these questions were way too easy, Kagome didn’t even have to worry about guessing.
The old couple had seen enough, “Good.”
The ‘couple’ was then allowed to leave.
Walking down the steps, Miroku was in a great mood and couldn’t help add a bit of a skip to his step. Wrapping an arm around a startled Kagome’s waist, he said, “Well dear? How do you want to go out and celebrate?” The young man wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Inuyasha happened to have been their driver that day and was within hearing distance. “What?!” he roared, unhappily.
Stomping quickly to the successful couple, he unwrapped Miroku’s arm and gave him a cold glare. Miroku, unfazed, kept skipping in the joy of being single again.
Inuyasha glowered and Kagome raised an eyebrow at his reaction before shrugging it off.
‘Over protective,’ she decided and climbed into the back seat with the very cheerful Miroku.
Of course, he was cheerful until a steaming Kagome slapped him upside the head. “Don’t you ever touch that area again! If you hand goes beneath my waist, I swear I will permanently remove it!” she screeched.
Miroku cowered; Kagome’s wrath was almost as bad as Sango’s. His good mood did end up returning and he gave Kagome several more chances to go through with her promise.
Inuyasha, originally amused by Kagome’s actions to Miroku’s nature, now was pissed. Slamming the brake down, he reached back and drug Miroku by the collar and deposited him onto the passenger seat.
Miroku continued to bounce and sing, however, the entire ride home.
By the time they left the car, Kagome and Inuyasha had sworn never to listen to Miroku’s personal song ‘Koharu’s Gone!’ for the rest of their living lives.
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Yay! You finally found out what happened to Kagome, I tried putting in some very little fluff, and Miroku got out of his engagement!
I love happy endings. Too bad this isn’t one, still have plenty of chapters to go.