InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hide ❯ Her Circumstances ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: What is more fun and rewarding than writing fan fictions? Eating! Just kidding. Please just lie back and enjoy the fic. Oh, and reviews would also be nice.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, or will I ever, so there's no need to sue. Besides, I don't own anything much less a hoard of money.

 

Chapter One

 

A ride throughout the neighborhood was exactly what Kagome needed. Everything was clouding her mind; everything was confusing. What better way was there to get rid of worries than a ride through the streets?

 

Fixing on a helmet, Kagome swung herself onto her most prized possession, her motorcycle.

 

Her deceased father gave it to her as a birthday present when she was five. He was a man with everything but luck. Mr. Higurashi had it all: talent, love for the sport, and most importantly, inspiration. But all he was missing was luck, and it had cost him his life.

 

Mr. Higurashi was on his way to fame, winning a first in every race. But one unfortunate day, a silver motorbike had been racing with him neck to neck when the rider kicked him in the side.

 

It must've activated a bomb or something because the motorcycle exploded to smithereens, along with its rider, Mr. Higurashi.

 

Kagome had been riding a motorcycle since she was five and started martial arts when she was seven, right after her father's death. She also went into the processes of making bombs.

 

After her father's untimely death, Kagome had become numb inside, lost in a whirlwind and constantly had much on her mind. She transformed from the most optimistic optimist to the most negative pessimist. She saw the negative/bad side of every situation, which allowed her success in everything she did. She learned to use not only skill, but her mind as well.

 

The inside of Kagome was filled with turmoil, yet her appearance was one of the happiest girls in the world. Her father was dead, so it was up to her to take care of her little brother, Souta, and her mother whom had been crying everyday for a month following her husband's funeral. Kagome had to put up a happy, carefree face to cheer Souta and her mother on. And they needed the encouragement, but they got so used to it, they all but forgot it was only a façade.

 

Kagome Higurashi was now sixteen and had just finished her SATs. She had graduated from martial arts two years ago and thought herself to be one of the world's greatest motorcycle racers.

 

Kagome flew through the quiet neighborhood, enjoying the wind in her hair, forgetting about everything else for the moment. Yes, this was life. The best part: the thrill of forgetting everything and letting the adrenaline kick in, take over; feeling the energy that was just brimming within her.

 

Her royal blue motorbike transformed into a dark blue streak and turned everyone's eyes upon her.

 

It was 10:00pm and most everyone was in his or her snug little houses where they ought to be, but like always, there were exceptions. Like Kagome for instance, and along with her a few couples, some gangs, and of course, your normal everyday drunks.

 

A hardcore couple was making out on a bench in a park and decided to separate themselves a few seconds for air. What they saw made theirs eyes widen. A streak of dark blue, barely noticeable against the dark sky, but it was there and only briefly. It was so fast; they barely felt the rush of air as it passed, centimeters away from hitting them.

 

The two got off the bench to look in the direction, in which the streak went, and ended up stepping in something, wet… and gushy. It was vomit, most likely from the rider of the motorcycle.

 

~*~

 

Just because Kagome was riding at around 180mph, it didn't mean that she couldn't see her surroundings. She saw everything clean and clear.

At first, she was feeling happy for there was no one out. She was just thinking to herself that it was her lucky night when she saw a couple making out 100 yards in front of her. She felt her stomach lurch and turned her head to the side as her dinner once again returned to the outside world.

 

She may be a teenager, but PDA just disgusted her, especially since to her, guys were nothing but a bunch of no good lying bastards whom thought of nothing but sex… except her brother. Why a girl would let herself be touched by a guy in any way… she didn't know and didn't want to know.

 

After three laps around the neighborhood, she stopped in front of her house and parked her motorcycle in the garage. She saw the lights from her brother's room flash off as he heard her return.

 

Ever since his dad had died, Souta had been worried that his sister would meet the same fate. He hadn't known his father very well so it didn't really hurt when he died; but if Kagome was to die, he knew he would break. His older sister was the world to him.

 

She took care of him when he was sick, sent him to school, looked out for him all the time, and all in all, was the best sister in the whole world. He knew their father's death had hurt his sister a lot and made a great impact on her life, but Kagome had covered her inner turmoil with a smiling face to coax those around her.

 

Other people thought her heartless, but Souta knew what his sister was going through. She didn't know it, but Souta admired her for her very strength and appreciated everything she did for him. She was his hero, but she loved motorcycles just like their dad… what if she ended up with the same fate?

 

Kagome climbed a tree behind the house. She held onto a branch with one hand and the other went into her pocket, searching for a tiny silver key.

 

After successfully taking the key out of her pocket without dropping it, she inserted it into an almost invisible key slot on her window. She twisted it and took it out.

 

Kagome lifted the window with her right hand as she still hung on the tree branch with her left. When the window was an adequate length open, she swung herself back and forth, this time with both hands for she had put the key back in her pocket. Using the momentum of the swing, she suddenly let go and she flew through the window feet first onto her awaiting bed.

 

This was, of course, a dangerous stunt, but what did Kagome care? It allowed her nightly drive and if she had to risk her life, why not? She couldn't live without riding anyways.

 

The girl sighed. Tomorrow was going to be a weary day with five midterm exams.

 

She set her alarm clock, did her nightly routine, and dozed off into a dreamless sleep as always.

 

~*~

 

Everything was blank, exactly as she wanted, when a disturbing noise aroused her from her haven.

 

The girl mumbled incoherently and decided that a few more minutes of slumber were necessary when the thought of exams shot through her head.

 

She jumped out of bed at the thought and after shutting the alarm clock off, changed in record time.

 

According to most people, all girls are shopping addicts and care mainly about fashion and all that stuff: clothes, accessories, etc. But not Kagome; she cared only for comfort. The clothing area was one of the few in which she was selfish in.

 

Kagome had pulled on a large white t-shirt that ended past her hips and a pair of baggy black pants.

 

She stroked a brush a few times through her silky black tresses, trying to smooth out the random waves in her hair to no avail. She was born with the waves and it was impossible to get them out without going to a hairdresser, which she was against (Doing unnatural things to your body.), yet she tried anyways.

 

Hopping down the stairs while pulling up her socks, she smelled her mother's wonderful cooking and yelled up the stairs, “Souta, get your lazy ass out here!”

 

“Mph-hmm Harrumph…” was her only reply.

 

Kagome shook her head in affection and hopelessness.

 

After successfully slipping on her socks, she ran up the stairs and quietly opened Souta's bedroom door. There he lay, slumbering like a baby and looking years younger than his eleven.

 

Suddenly, Kagome sprang onto his bed, careful not to step on him and started jumping up and down, bringing the no longer asleep boy with it.

 

He shot up and yelled, “Voodoo!” Apparently it was something from his dream.

 

“Get up, lazy pants, you have to go to school,” Kagome reprimanded, and then added as an afterthought, “You can play voodoo dolls after you finish school.”

 

“Hey! I was having a nightmare…” Souta mumbled, slightly angry.

 

“Then I guess I've made perfect timing.”

 

Souta glared at her sister and started looking depressed, effectively causing his sister's eyes to soften.

 

“What happened in your dream?” she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. It was her coaxing voice and Souta knew it.

 

“Never mind,” Souta mumbled as he got out of bed and slipped on some clothes: definition, the nearest shirt and pants he could reach.

 

“Souta, you know you can tell me anything, right?”

 

“Yeah, it's just a bad dream, no big deal.”

 

“Well, meet you after school.”

 

Kagome walked down the stairs and at the end, just before she turned the corner into the kitchen, she pasted on her usual cheerful smile.

 

“Oh, Kagome! I made toast and---” Ms. Higurashi began.

 

Kagome interrupted her, “That's okay Mom, I'll just take some toast and eat it on the way. I need to get there early to squeeze in some studying.”

 

“Fine Honey, but only this once, okay? Eating while walking is very unhealthy.”

“Yes, Mom.”

 

Kagome grabbed her toast and her bag and shouted up the stairs, “I'm leaving, Souta! Have a good day at school!”

 

“Yeah, you too!” the reply came echoing down the stairs; Souta must've been in the bathroom.

 

It was a beautiful autumn day, slightly cool. There was a tiny playful breeze that fluttered through the otherwise still air and stirred the leaves, twirling them around in a graceful dance.

 

Kagome walked slowly, closing her eyes and allowing the wind to blow across her face that still had a smile pasted on. Despite her hurry to reach school, she couldn't help but enjoy the world around her.

 

After about five minutes, the school came into view; and according to Kagome's watch, she had half an hour until school started.

 

No car was in the parking lot, signifying that no one was in the building yet. At least that's what she thought.

 

A/N: It wasn't much of a chapter, but it was a start.