InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Her Name ❯ Coffee ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Tariiela 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.29.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 356 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 12.29.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 356 | Status: Work In Progress
A/n;; Geez. Nice reviews. =3 I love you guys...all I have to do is read what you guys have written, and I'm blushing. I really don't deserve the praise, but it still motivates me to write. xD Thanks! Seriously. This story is for all of you.
Oh yes! Totally_Kawaii: Thank you! I've sort of been trying to develop my own style, but I have to admit I've had alot of inspiration from Chuck Palahniuk. He's best known for his book Fight Club, but all of his books are fabulous.
I believe the best books don't convince you to think a certain way or side with a certain person or issue. A good book, I think, allows you to see all sides of an issue and allows you to come up with your own decision. A book doesn't HAVE to keep you on edge. I think a story should make you think, and allow you to draw your own conclusions.
I'll admit, I'm not very good with symbolism. Chuck Palahniuk doesn't even seem to have to TRY. Every word he writes has a deeper meaning, up for interpretation. It's your call. He's unpredictable, and he makes you really, really think. You can't read one of his books without having a different view of the world after you finish. You'll never look at life the same.
Panic! At the Disco are also big fans of Chuck. And although I'm not longer as crazy over their music as I once was, I find their music enjoyable. At first, their songs may seem sort of random and confusing and not too meaningful, but once you read Chuck Palahniuk's works, they'll make much more sense. P!ATD make many references to his books.
Time To Dance by P!ATD, for example, includes many quotes from Chuck Palahniuk's book, Invisible Monsters.
http://chuckpalahniuk.com/books.html Seriously. Read them. All. Do it. If you enjoy my writing style, you'll LOVE his. I can't type anymore, or I might go on an individual rant for each of his books...anywhom, I'm glad you all enjoy the story! I have alot of ideas, but I have a bit of trouble writing them down after I come up with them. xD Bear with me.
Side Note; Miroku and Sango are together, but Miroku is notorious for being a big flirt. Before you draw conclusions about him, pay attention to the following updates.
Over the next few chapters, I'm probably going to be beaten with a club embedded with rusty nails for destroying the reputation of one beloved character...
hehecliffhanger<3 On with the show! Remember, criticism is hearted. (?)
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"Kagome, darling. That nice girl Sango is on the phone."
Running to the nurse. Stripping herself of those sopping clothes. Crying. Oh the crying. The tears.
"You know, the one that helped you today?"How could she forget?
"We owe her alot. And don't worry. That awful girl...Kiki was it...we'll find her."
Kikyou.Her name was Kikyou.
"Anyway, Sango is on the phone. She wants to know if you would like to go out for coffee?"
Coffee...? Her mother barely let her out of the house for school, she was so worried about her amnesiac daughter. She'd let her go out for coffee with some stranger?"If you're feeling up to it, that is."Sango did save her sorry butt, though. It would be rude not to accept. Besides, this house was suddenly feeling very stuffy.
She didn't even know if she liked coffee. Did she ever like it? Did she ever try it? Was she ever friends with Sango?
"She says she'll pick you up." Back to reality.
Kagome shot up from her bed, staring at her mom in the doorway, who had a receiver to her ear, blinking. Thinking for a second, she looked around. It was dangerous. She had a bad feeling about this. If there's one thing she has learned in her short, two month life, it was to trust your instincts. Intiuation. Your gut feeling.
She shouldn't go. It was risky."Well? What'll it be?"
~~
Sango drove a small metal-death-trap. Or, rather, a sky-blue colored mini-couper. It was already around 5:30, according to a silver cell-phone Kagome had no clue how to use, and it was already beginning to get dark. Bad Omen #1. Her mother said she was going to call the police if Kagome wasn't back by eight. In the car, Sango smiled to herself and said softly, "That's more than enough time."Bad omen #2.
They pulled up to a small shop on a corner near the outskirts of downtown Tokyo, but not too far from the Shrine. The Beanery, it was called. Sango said to remember that. Kagome asked why, and she never got an answer.
It was hard to make out the actual shop in the darkness, but she could see silhouettes illuminated in the window, and she saw many people that looked about their age.
Whether this relieved or frightened her, Kagome wasn't so sure.
"Kagome." Sango's voice roused her from her stupor. Kagome turned to face her...er, friend. The other girl's face was serious, her voice business like. "Whatever happens in here...you cannot tell anyone, okay? Not your mom, not your brother, not your friends, not anyone. This stays between us. If anyone asks, you were with me the whole time, okay?"
"What do you mean?" started Kagome slowly. She watched Sango swallow hard.
"I...you'll see," was her answer. With that, Kagome was ushered into the building, being dragged by her wrist and getting slapped with an auburn ponytail.
~~
"Miroku, hey," greeted Sango, approaching a table where a boy sat, leaning back in his chair, one leg balancing on the opposite knee. His foot was jiggling anxiously, and his hair was pulled short into such a tiny pony-tail, Kagome wondered why he even bothered.
The boy didn't say anything, just glanced up at Kagome, looked back at Sango, and jerked his head to his right. Kagome saw a counter and stools where people ordered and made small talk, tables scattered about the restaurant, and sheltered booths where many couples sat, giggling and drinking coffee and floats. Rather fifty-ish, floats were, if you asked her opinion. Which no one did.The color scheme was just red and brown, with orange and a bit of yellow here and there. Nothing spectacular that she made note of.
Sango looked to where Miroku was motioning to and nodded her head. She looked at Kagome, who blinked at her stupidly.
"Alright...this is it. You ready?"
Ready for what? No!
Anxiety; anticipation. They went hand in hand. If you stare your death in the face long enough, eventually, you will crave it. That's how impatient the human race was.
She felt two hands guiding her, steering her to the other side of the Beanery. Weaving through the tables, her heart hammering in her chest. Her feet shuffling awkwardly against the tiles, her pulse beating uncomfortably in her neck, her stomach churning, manicured hands on her shoulders, clenching, holding her and leading her to-
"Sit." Sango's words were distant, lost in the magnificence, the perfection, that was-
Him.
The golden eyed, silver haired god.
Red sunglasses sliding down his nose, red button upshirt blending in with the crimson cushioned booth. White hair, cascading down his back. Too silky and real to be died. Black cargo pants.
Fuzzy ears.
"You...might not remember him." Sango hesitated, after the god gave her a 'no shit' look. "His name is-""InuYasha. My name is InuYasha Takahashi. Sango? Bit of privacy now?" he snapped, making Kagome wince. Sango glared at him, and stalked off back to Miroku. Kagome watched her go, gaping. Did she just...abandon her?!
She looked back at the god. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.
"Hey, idiot, you gonna sit down or what?"Or maybe it was a really bad thing.
Kagome wasn't sure when she sat down, or when he started talking, but his voice, his words, were the only coherent things in the room after she did sit down. Which was pretty sad, considering that he started speaking fast and was using big words. Really, big words. Did she mention to him that she had forgotten every language course she ever (supposedly) learned?
The word amnesia means loss of memory, obviously, he said. Just as your brain is complex, and your memory has many levels and can be divided into many catergories, amnesia is complicated and there are three basic types. Anterograde Amnesia, he said. Retrograde Amnesia, he said. Transient Global Amnesia, he said. Said this gold eyed god. Said InuYasha.
Anterograde amnesia is the most common type. It is usually very mild, and causes you to have difficulty forming new memories. Anterograde amnesia is especially bad when paired with illnesses such as Alzheimer's disease, he said.
Retrograde amnesia, he said. It involves the loss of past memories, whether from a few seconds or months ago. It follows head injury, and most likely will improve over time.
Transient global amnesia. A temporary loss of all memory, he said, but it severly affects the ability to form new memories, which is also described as severe antergrade amnesia. It is also a milder loss of past memories, Retrograde amnesia, going back a few hours or so. TBA, however, is very rare, and is most common in the elderly with vascular disease, he said. He said, scans may not automatically show abnormalities in the brain. He said, it can take one to two days for abnormalities to actually show up in the memory forming portions of the brain. This sort of amnesia resolves in a few hours. Usually, he said.
He said, Almost any disease or injury to the brain can affect memory. The most common are Alzheimers, or knocking your head, respectively. He said, Some cases of 'amnesia' are really just your brain repressing a painful or traumatic expierence. There is also a similiar type which is a pshyciatric illness, Pschyogenic Amnesia, where the loss of memories and identity may be prominent, but the victim shows no impairment to learn and remember new information.
Head injuries, he said, are common. Amnesia is not. Though some injuries or diseases may be serious, amnesia is not always a result, he said.
He asked me what kind of amnesia I thought I suffered from.
She said, I don't know.
He said, Guess.
She said, Transient Global Amnesia?
No, he replied.
Retrograde Amnesia?
No.
Anterograde Amnesia?
No, he said.
Her brows furrowed, and she blinked at him. His arms were propped on the top of the bench behind him, one of his thick brows quirked, and his glasses sliding down the bride of his nose. Expectant.
"How can that be?" she asked, "The doctors did say something about an eclipse stage...but how can I trust what you're saying?" She trusted him. She knew in the pit of her gut, the deepest depth of her heart, she knew. She trusted him. She knew he was right. He couldn't lie to her. He wouldn't.
"How?" He snorted, and leaned foward, elbows on the table. "How can you trust me? How can you trust your mother? And your brother, Souta? Your grandfather?" There was that all familiar pounding.
"How do you know them?" Her voice cracked. She lifted a hand to her collarbone frightfully, but she did not back down. No, she was afraid, but she wasn't going to let him win.
His lips twitched into a smirk. "There's alot about me you don't know." Her heart fell at his choice of words.
"There's alot about myself I don't know, either," she murmured, wringing her hands in her lap now and looking at a particularly interesting tear in the fabric that made up the booth cushion. The dog-man just smiled.
"Well...I guess...I could tell you I'm a hanyou."A hanyou-THAT'S it. Gods, how could she forget? She saw a special about them on t.v. when she was still in her depressed stage.
Kagome raised her stormy blue eyes to meet his amber ones, and nearly melted. A gorgeous specimen of a man, he was.
He smirked at her, and she saw the glint of fangs behind his lips. "Hot in here?" he commented lightly. She lifted a hand to her cheek, and realized that she was blushing. Being as articulate as she was, Kagome responded,
"G-guh?"This earned her a chuckle, and InuYasha leaned back, resting his forearms and elbows on the top of the booth once again. He quirked a brow at her. "You've been taught to believe in things that you couldn't even see. If you believed, they existed. Santa Clause...Tooth Fairy...Gods."
She didn't know any of these things.
"I know you don't remember these things," he added, as if reading her mind. She wouldn't be surprised if he could. "and you're lucky."...pardon?
"I'm...lucky?!" she spat, glaring at him. That was it. "How do you know anything about me?! Who are you? Why am I even here?""That's the question isn't it though?" he said cooly, apparently amused at rousing her. This just angered her more. She was fed up wtih his fortune cookie shit, Sango just leaving her here to mingle with some guy, the fact that this guy gave her headaches, the fact that she trusted this guy with her very being and didn't know why, the fact she didn't know anything and yet he knew EVERYTHING, and...and the fact that he was making sense.
She planted her open palms firmly on the table, and stood up, intent on leaving. "Well...Mr. Takahashi," she growled, ready to walk away. "It's been a blast. I've got to go now." Kagome swiveled on her heel, and started stalking over to Sango and this Miroku character.
When he called her back.
Somehow.
"Sango won't take you until I say so," the man purred, albeit smugly. "I'd give anything to be you, Kagome.""What?! You have no idea what I'm going through! And why wouldn't she take me?!" She found herself turning around to face him again. Through another person's eyes, she watched herself approach the table, glaring daggers at the smirking hanyou who's arms were folded behind his head.
Looking all too...perfect. All too sure of himself. Something she'd kill for.
"I love it when you're angry," he admitted. "Hell, I used to get you angry just for the heck of it.""What? How did I know you-?"
"You never knew me. The other Kagome did, though."
She sat down.
And realized why she sat down.
Someone who didn't expect her to be...who she used to be. Someone who didn't expect her to be someone that she wasn't anymore. Someone who understood that THIS is who she was. She was still exploring this person, she was still discovering this girl that stared her in the face whenever she looked into that broken mirror in her bedroom. Someone who didn't expect her to act a certain way. That girl wasn't her. That girl was dead.
The girl you see now; that's who she was. She realized why she was so captivated by InuYasha when she first saw him on that motorcycle.
She saw it in her eyes. This, was her. He made her realize this. That's why.
Who everyone knew before that accident was an entirely different girl. Who he knew before that accident was an entirely different girl. A dead girl. This was Kagome Higurashi. Right here, right now. Whoever that girl was, she is gone now. Here's Kagome Higurashi. Her name, now. Take it or leave it.
"Kagome." Butterflies. "You've been given a chance to start all over. To live with a clean slate. Getting a clean slate; that was the hard part. You've been given a chance to form unbiased opinions, rid yourself of the ridiculous childhood dreams that plague the human race. You've been given the ability to forgive and forget.""What...what have I forgotten?"
He didn't say anything. He motioned to a cup of coffee that she hadn't noticed before on the table.
"Like pecans?" he asked nonchalantly, pushing the cup towards her. Kagome hesitated.
"My...mom said I used to like them.""Do you like them now?" He offered her the cup.
Who knows what could be in it? Drugs?
The same thing that compelled her to sit down, compelled her to lift the cup to her lips. Kagome made a face after one sip, and put the cup back on the table.
"No," she replied, looking at him.
"Then the old Kagome liked them. Not you, right?"
"Right."
A smile. A real, genuine smile. From both parties.
That girl was dead now.
Oh yes! Totally_Kawaii: Thank you! I've sort of been trying to develop my own style, but I have to admit I've had alot of inspiration from Chuck Palahniuk. He's best known for his book Fight Club, but all of his books are fabulous.
I believe the best books don't convince you to think a certain way or side with a certain person or issue. A good book, I think, allows you to see all sides of an issue and allows you to come up with your own decision. A book doesn't HAVE to keep you on edge. I think a story should make you think, and allow you to draw your own conclusions.
I'll admit, I'm not very good with symbolism. Chuck Palahniuk doesn't even seem to have to TRY. Every word he writes has a deeper meaning, up for interpretation. It's your call. He's unpredictable, and he makes you really, really think. You can't read one of his books without having a different view of the world after you finish. You'll never look at life the same.
Panic! At the Disco are also big fans of Chuck. And although I'm not longer as crazy over their music as I once was, I find their music enjoyable. At first, their songs may seem sort of random and confusing and not too meaningful, but once you read Chuck Palahniuk's works, they'll make much more sense. P!ATD make many references to his books.
Time To Dance by P!ATD, for example, includes many quotes from Chuck Palahniuk's book, Invisible Monsters.
http://chuckpalahniuk.com/books.html Seriously. Read them. All. Do it. If you enjoy my writing style, you'll LOVE his. I can't type anymore, or I might go on an individual rant for each of his books...anywhom, I'm glad you all enjoy the story! I have alot of ideas, but I have a bit of trouble writing them down after I come up with them. xD Bear with me.
Side Note; Miroku and Sango are together, but Miroku is notorious for being a big flirt. Before you draw conclusions about him, pay attention to the following updates.
Over the next few chapters, I'm probably going to be beaten with a club embedded with rusty nails for destroying the reputation of one beloved character...
hehecliffhanger<3 On with the show! Remember, criticism is hearted. (?)
~~~~
"Kagome, darling. That nice girl Sango is on the phone."
Running to the nurse. Stripping herself of those sopping clothes. Crying. Oh the crying. The tears.
"You know, the one that helped you today?"How could she forget?
"We owe her alot. And don't worry. That awful girl...Kiki was it...we'll find her."
Kikyou.Her name was Kikyou.
"Anyway, Sango is on the phone. She wants to know if you would like to go out for coffee?"
Coffee...? Her mother barely let her out of the house for school, she was so worried about her amnesiac daughter. She'd let her go out for coffee with some stranger?"If you're feeling up to it, that is."Sango did save her sorry butt, though. It would be rude not to accept. Besides, this house was suddenly feeling very stuffy.
She didn't even know if she liked coffee. Did she ever like it? Did she ever try it? Was she ever friends with Sango?
"She says she'll pick you up." Back to reality.
Kagome shot up from her bed, staring at her mom in the doorway, who had a receiver to her ear, blinking. Thinking for a second, she looked around. It was dangerous. She had a bad feeling about this. If there's one thing she has learned in her short, two month life, it was to trust your instincts. Intiuation. Your gut feeling.
She shouldn't go. It was risky."Well? What'll it be?"
~~
Sango drove a small metal-death-trap. Or, rather, a sky-blue colored mini-couper. It was already around 5:30, according to a silver cell-phone Kagome had no clue how to use, and it was already beginning to get dark. Bad Omen #1. Her mother said she was going to call the police if Kagome wasn't back by eight. In the car, Sango smiled to herself and said softly, "That's more than enough time."Bad omen #2.
They pulled up to a small shop on a corner near the outskirts of downtown Tokyo, but not too far from the Shrine. The Beanery, it was called. Sango said to remember that. Kagome asked why, and she never got an answer.
It was hard to make out the actual shop in the darkness, but she could see silhouettes illuminated in the window, and she saw many people that looked about their age.
Whether this relieved or frightened her, Kagome wasn't so sure.
"Kagome." Sango's voice roused her from her stupor. Kagome turned to face her...er, friend. The other girl's face was serious, her voice business like. "Whatever happens in here...you cannot tell anyone, okay? Not your mom, not your brother, not your friends, not anyone. This stays between us. If anyone asks, you were with me the whole time, okay?"
"What do you mean?" started Kagome slowly. She watched Sango swallow hard.
"I...you'll see," was her answer. With that, Kagome was ushered into the building, being dragged by her wrist and getting slapped with an auburn ponytail.
~~
"Miroku, hey," greeted Sango, approaching a table where a boy sat, leaning back in his chair, one leg balancing on the opposite knee. His foot was jiggling anxiously, and his hair was pulled short into such a tiny pony-tail, Kagome wondered why he even bothered.
The boy didn't say anything, just glanced up at Kagome, looked back at Sango, and jerked his head to his right. Kagome saw a counter and stools where people ordered and made small talk, tables scattered about the restaurant, and sheltered booths where many couples sat, giggling and drinking coffee and floats. Rather fifty-ish, floats were, if you asked her opinion. Which no one did.The color scheme was just red and brown, with orange and a bit of yellow here and there. Nothing spectacular that she made note of.
Sango looked to where Miroku was motioning to and nodded her head. She looked at Kagome, who blinked at her stupidly.
"Alright...this is it. You ready?"
Ready for what? No!
Anxiety; anticipation. They went hand in hand. If you stare your death in the face long enough, eventually, you will crave it. That's how impatient the human race was.
She felt two hands guiding her, steering her to the other side of the Beanery. Weaving through the tables, her heart hammering in her chest. Her feet shuffling awkwardly against the tiles, her pulse beating uncomfortably in her neck, her stomach churning, manicured hands on her shoulders, clenching, holding her and leading her to-
"Sit." Sango's words were distant, lost in the magnificence, the perfection, that was-
Him.
The golden eyed, silver haired god.
Red sunglasses sliding down his nose, red button upshirt blending in with the crimson cushioned booth. White hair, cascading down his back. Too silky and real to be died. Black cargo pants.
Fuzzy ears.
"You...might not remember him." Sango hesitated, after the god gave her a 'no shit' look. "His name is-""InuYasha. My name is InuYasha Takahashi. Sango? Bit of privacy now?" he snapped, making Kagome wince. Sango glared at him, and stalked off back to Miroku. Kagome watched her go, gaping. Did she just...abandon her?!
She looked back at the god. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.
"Hey, idiot, you gonna sit down or what?"Or maybe it was a really bad thing.
Kagome wasn't sure when she sat down, or when he started talking, but his voice, his words, were the only coherent things in the room after she did sit down. Which was pretty sad, considering that he started speaking fast and was using big words. Really, big words. Did she mention to him that she had forgotten every language course she ever (supposedly) learned?
The word amnesia means loss of memory, obviously, he said. Just as your brain is complex, and your memory has many levels and can be divided into many catergories, amnesia is complicated and there are three basic types. Anterograde Amnesia, he said. Retrograde Amnesia, he said. Transient Global Amnesia, he said. Said this gold eyed god. Said InuYasha.
Anterograde amnesia is the most common type. It is usually very mild, and causes you to have difficulty forming new memories. Anterograde amnesia is especially bad when paired with illnesses such as Alzheimer's disease, he said.
Retrograde amnesia, he said. It involves the loss of past memories, whether from a few seconds or months ago. It follows head injury, and most likely will improve over time.
Transient global amnesia. A temporary loss of all memory, he said, but it severly affects the ability to form new memories, which is also described as severe antergrade amnesia. It is also a milder loss of past memories, Retrograde amnesia, going back a few hours or so. TBA, however, is very rare, and is most common in the elderly with vascular disease, he said. He said, scans may not automatically show abnormalities in the brain. He said, it can take one to two days for abnormalities to actually show up in the memory forming portions of the brain. This sort of amnesia resolves in a few hours. Usually, he said.
He said, Almost any disease or injury to the brain can affect memory. The most common are Alzheimers, or knocking your head, respectively. He said, Some cases of 'amnesia' are really just your brain repressing a painful or traumatic expierence. There is also a similiar type which is a pshyciatric illness, Pschyogenic Amnesia, where the loss of memories and identity may be prominent, but the victim shows no impairment to learn and remember new information.
Head injuries, he said, are common. Amnesia is not. Though some injuries or diseases may be serious, amnesia is not always a result, he said.
He asked me what kind of amnesia I thought I suffered from.
She said, I don't know.
He said, Guess.
She said, Transient Global Amnesia?
No, he replied.
Retrograde Amnesia?
No.
Anterograde Amnesia?
No, he said.
Her brows furrowed, and she blinked at him. His arms were propped on the top of the bench behind him, one of his thick brows quirked, and his glasses sliding down the bride of his nose. Expectant.
"How can that be?" she asked, "The doctors did say something about an eclipse stage...but how can I trust what you're saying?" She trusted him. She knew in the pit of her gut, the deepest depth of her heart, she knew. She trusted him. She knew he was right. He couldn't lie to her. He wouldn't.
"How?" He snorted, and leaned foward, elbows on the table. "How can you trust me? How can you trust your mother? And your brother, Souta? Your grandfather?" There was that all familiar pounding.
"How do you know them?" Her voice cracked. She lifted a hand to her collarbone frightfully, but she did not back down. No, she was afraid, but she wasn't going to let him win.
His lips twitched into a smirk. "There's alot about me you don't know." Her heart fell at his choice of words.
"There's alot about myself I don't know, either," she murmured, wringing her hands in her lap now and looking at a particularly interesting tear in the fabric that made up the booth cushion. The dog-man just smiled.
"Well...I guess...I could tell you I'm a hanyou."A hanyou-THAT'S it. Gods, how could she forget? She saw a special about them on t.v. when she was still in her depressed stage.
Kagome raised her stormy blue eyes to meet his amber ones, and nearly melted. A gorgeous specimen of a man, he was.
He smirked at her, and she saw the glint of fangs behind his lips. "Hot in here?" he commented lightly. She lifted a hand to her cheek, and realized that she was blushing. Being as articulate as she was, Kagome responded,
"G-guh?"This earned her a chuckle, and InuYasha leaned back, resting his forearms and elbows on the top of the booth once again. He quirked a brow at her. "You've been taught to believe in things that you couldn't even see. If you believed, they existed. Santa Clause...Tooth Fairy...Gods."
She didn't know any of these things.
"I know you don't remember these things," he added, as if reading her mind. She wouldn't be surprised if he could. "and you're lucky."...pardon?
"I'm...lucky?!" she spat, glaring at him. That was it. "How do you know anything about me?! Who are you? Why am I even here?""That's the question isn't it though?" he said cooly, apparently amused at rousing her. This just angered her more. She was fed up wtih his fortune cookie shit, Sango just leaving her here to mingle with some guy, the fact that this guy gave her headaches, the fact that she trusted this guy with her very being and didn't know why, the fact she didn't know anything and yet he knew EVERYTHING, and...and the fact that he was making sense.
She planted her open palms firmly on the table, and stood up, intent on leaving. "Well...Mr. Takahashi," she growled, ready to walk away. "It's been a blast. I've got to go now." Kagome swiveled on her heel, and started stalking over to Sango and this Miroku character.
When he called her back.
Somehow.
"Sango won't take you until I say so," the man purred, albeit smugly. "I'd give anything to be you, Kagome.""What?! You have no idea what I'm going through! And why wouldn't she take me?!" She found herself turning around to face him again. Through another person's eyes, she watched herself approach the table, glaring daggers at the smirking hanyou who's arms were folded behind his head.
Looking all too...perfect. All too sure of himself. Something she'd kill for.
"I love it when you're angry," he admitted. "Hell, I used to get you angry just for the heck of it.""What? How did I know you-?"
"You never knew me. The other Kagome did, though."
She sat down.
And realized why she sat down.
Someone who didn't expect her to be...who she used to be. Someone who didn't expect her to be someone that she wasn't anymore. Someone who understood that THIS is who she was. She was still exploring this person, she was still discovering this girl that stared her in the face whenever she looked into that broken mirror in her bedroom. Someone who didn't expect her to act a certain way. That girl wasn't her. That girl was dead.
The girl you see now; that's who she was. She realized why she was so captivated by InuYasha when she first saw him on that motorcycle.
She saw it in her eyes. This, was her. He made her realize this. That's why.
Who everyone knew before that accident was an entirely different girl. Who he knew before that accident was an entirely different girl. A dead girl. This was Kagome Higurashi. Right here, right now. Whoever that girl was, she is gone now. Here's Kagome Higurashi. Her name, now. Take it or leave it.
"Kagome." Butterflies. "You've been given a chance to start all over. To live with a clean slate. Getting a clean slate; that was the hard part. You've been given a chance to form unbiased opinions, rid yourself of the ridiculous childhood dreams that plague the human race. You've been given the ability to forgive and forget.""What...what have I forgotten?"
He didn't say anything. He motioned to a cup of coffee that she hadn't noticed before on the table.
"Like pecans?" he asked nonchalantly, pushing the cup towards her. Kagome hesitated.
"My...mom said I used to like them.""Do you like them now?" He offered her the cup.
Who knows what could be in it? Drugs?
The same thing that compelled her to sit down, compelled her to lift the cup to her lips. Kagome made a face after one sip, and put the cup back on the table.
"No," she replied, looking at him.
"Then the old Kagome liked them. Not you, right?"
"Right."
A smile. A real, genuine smile. From both parties.
That girl was dead now.