InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ If You Are Not The One ❯ Choosing a Different Identity ( Chapter 1 )

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IF YOU ARE NOT THE ONE

Chapter One: Choosing a Different Identity

Her life was over, or so it felt. Not a single soul passed her by, nothing but dried up desert plants, a whole lot of dirt, and faraway mountains as she quickly drove by. Her solemnly yet beautiful crystalline eyes were filled with tears and were only focused on the road before them. Her mouth was dehydrated and her once full rosy pink lips were dried and instead her eyes all watery. Nothing seemed right; everything for her was going wrong at this stage of her life.

The vast wind on her face caressed her wavy raven locks, her bloodshot eyes dry from all the crying. The temperature was unbearably hot and the sun above was setting while giving off the bright colors of red, yellow, orange, and purple as it mixed with the darkening blue sky. Stars began to appear one at a time as the sun was setting on the horizon and over the mountains.

The green 2007 mustang convertible, with a license plate that read KAGS in big bold letters, was currently her most priced possession. It was probably the only thing besides the suitcase in the trunk of the car that currently belonged to her. Her body was driving nonstop, but her mind and soul where located at a faraway place. Sad memories haunted her mind and visions of the past were played before her blurry eyes. She drove down the long narrowed road. Although from her point of view, it looked as if it had no end, as if this was a mile-free zone. The road ahead of her felt almost endless, but she knew well it was bound to end at some point.

Her present location was almost at a deserted part of the country for that was how it seemed. But soon she would arrive at another town or city, where she assumed it would be filled with people who would have no appreciation for her whatsoever. In other words, hypocrite, traitors, cold hearted bastards, and so much more...she knew it almost too well; the lifeless road was bound to reach a point at where unfortunately civilization was approaching near.

All she needed was somewhere to hang her head, to break loose from the past and somehow find the will to continue elsewhere. At this point, she did not know where exactly she was headed; for she was rather too busy drowning in an ocean of misery to bother and ask for directions. Where she was going was out of question of course, but she was willing to go anywhere far from home.

However, she was completely aware of her circumstances, her world being half asleep. At the moment she wasn't sure if what she did was a mistake, nor was she aware of the consequences that might lie ahead. She was incredibly unsure of her new turn in life, but one thing was certain, she wasn't going back home anytime soon.

She felt like she was swimming in an ocean all alone, her life surreal in a way hard to explain. The way she was feeling, the way she looked, the way she was acting…was entirely his fault. Because of him, she thought of herself worthless. But Without him, she could not find a way; it was hard to try to find a solution out of her problems and start her life anew elsewhere. Without him, all she was ever going to be was incomplete. She had it all and lost it all within one day, which was nearly two long months ago. However, no matter how she felt she accepted it and knew there was no chance in hell she was going back, she couldn't.

Later that day she stopped to eat lunch at some diner next to a gasoline station in the middle of nowhere, she had decided it was about time to make an important phone call before she would eventually regret doing so. Leaning against her car, Kagome finally gave in and walked to a public phone booth just outside the diner. Picking up the phone, she desperately started dialing a familiar phone number hoping she'd be lucky enough to not have her mom answer her call. She listened carefully as the phone that she was contacting rang loudly in her eardrum. Her breathing began to pace and she held the phone to her right ear, her hand sweating meanwhile anxiously awaiting for someone to pick up the phone that she was eagerly trying to reach.

When she heard a teenage voice on the other line say ahello twice she quickly hanged up, too afraid of calling again. She sighed and took a deep breath. Her hand was kind of shaky but she decided to try it one more time. She picked up the phone, redialed and waited to see what would happen next. “Hello, is anyone there?” A male's sixteen-year old voice was heard. “This isn't funny, is anyone there?” He asked once again, the teenage boy too grown up for prank calls.

“Souta,” Kagome muttered out softly without intending to do so. God, she just couldn't help it; she hadn't heard from her family in a long time and listening to Souta's voice made her want to respond to him, to call out to him.

“K-Kagome?” She heard him stutter out her name. “Kagome is that really you?” He questioned with such enthusiasm.

“Oh Souta, it is.” She finally summed up the courage to tell him. Her fears of her mom picking up the phone had vanished without trace and her tensed body began to relax a bit.

“God how we've missed you so much, please tell me you are coming home. It's been days and mom is devastated, she's so depressed and worried that something bad has happened to you. Just tell me you're coming home sis, you have to.” He pleaded.

“Breath for a second will ya. Damn I've missed you too kiddo, I love you so much, mom and even grandpa. But you have got to understand that there is no way and absolutely so point in going back…I'm trying to move on and I can't find myself in Kyoto, I have to go elsewhere in order to do so.”

“We should be more than a good enough excuse for you to come home Kagome. Think about mom and grandpa. They both haven't been the same since you left, especially mom.” He tried to convince her.

Oh great, how she hated it when her little brother begged. “Just listen for a minute okay? I am coming home…I'm not sure when but not just yet. You guys have to give me some time; you have to understand that what happened has made a huge impact on me and I have to find time to get over it somehow. I have to move on, but in the meantime, I want you to promise me that you will be mom's devoted support and unconditional love for me. Please take good care of her and old grandpa Higurashi too.”

“But you can't just—” He wasn't able to finish his sentence as Kagome quickly cut him off.

“Just promise me Souta!” She pleaded raising her voice just a bit. “Please…just promise me Souta.” She then whispered.

“Alright…I…I promise. But when exactly are you coming home? Where are you? Are you okay? How come this isn't your cell phone number? Why are you calling from a public phone? ”

Kagome ignored all of his questions. “It doesn't matter, I'm fine and the rest doesn't matter. Listen, it's time for me to go now. Tell mom that I called and that I'm alright, tell her not to worry. And that when I find a place to establish myself I swear I will call her. Am I clear bro?”

“Crystal,” He agreed.

“Okay good. Don't forget I love you Souta. Bye and take good care of yourself, don't get in too much trouble and don't forget to keep my promise no matter what. You got that squirt?”

“I will, take care sis…bye,” he said sadly not wanting to let her go.

“No little bro, this isn't a goodbye, it's more of a see ya later Souta.” And with that finally said she hanged up immediately. There was no point in making any long goodbyes, she always hated goodbyes.

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Kagome drove a bit slower now while reading a sign that had, Welcome to Tokyo, in big bold letters. A single smile found its way to her lips as she tossed aside some of her long wavy stresses. She had never been in Tokyo before but she had heard stories about the crimes that went on the streets and the kind of people that lived in those streets. But then again, never judge a book by its cover right? After all, she hadn't heard only bad things but also positive things which gave her more reasons to smile about.

“Home sweet home,” she said to herself almost singing the words as she continued driving but picking up the pace.

The city was amazingly immense; the buildings were incredibly huge by the look of them. Lights were everywhere and billions of distance faces were seen rapidly pacing by. It was packed with crowds of people walking in a hurry to get to their waiting destinations. Shopping stores in every single corner, restaurants here and there, beautiful malls, bars to have a good time in, and not to mention dance clubs. What else could a wild runaway bride wish for? Seriously, it was heaven for those few who thirsted for adventure.

She began to chew her bottom lip, as she remained stuck in traffic. As she stared about she realized Kyoto was absolutely nothing compared to Tokyo. Not even the people dressed the same, here style was everything.

As she waited impatiently for the traffic to ease up and for the car in front of her to start moving again, a huge building made out of glass windows caught her attention. Looking at it, since it was left side almost next to her face, she found herself captured by its modern features. It looked as if the constructors had taken their sweet time on it; she had never seen a building so huge and so modern. It was obviously owned by the richest man in the whole city or even of the entire country. The building itself was standing out from all the rest and was probably as tall as Tokyo Tower, or perhaps not as tall but nonetheless around there.

She spotted a cheap looking motel and made up her mind to call it a night for the rest of the hours until morning. She entered the parking lot and slowly parked her car on a parking space; she took out her suitcase from the trunk and safely locked her doors. And so she walked away from the car in search of an office where to check in.

Twenty-five minutes later, Kagome sat herself; Indian style with both legs crossed on a motel bed and sighed heavily. Unsure what to do next, her eyes scanned round the empty cheap motel room.

Usually it was hard for her to fall asleep when she thought about sleeping alone. She had become so used to having her ex on the other side of the bed; telling her how much he loved her and wrapping her into his warm arms like he did so every single night. Being far away from her family and those she cared about, caused her to realize that her nightmare was just truly starting all over.

Lonely like before when she was back at the shrine sleeping on the cold bathroom floor. But only this time, she wasn't only alone but was also in a place where she didn't know anyone whatsoever. Therefore sleeping in a hotel all alone was unlikely possible. Why her wedding day turned out to be a disaster was beyond her. She had always thought it was supposed to be her most important day of her life and it ended being the complete opposite.

In an instant, she felt herself break down and warm tears rush in through the back of her eye lids. After all he did, she still loved him with all her being. He may have been the cause of her life's destruction, but also the happiness she once possessed so dear. In her heart is where he was thought she would never come back to him.

They had been inseparable; he had always relieved her from sorrow and showed love that no other man had ever given her. They had good memories together and cherished moments that would never be forgotten. And his memories shall always remain in her heart forever though she fought so hard to get rid of them. She loved him still and felt utterly foolish for thinking otherwise.

No, I have to be able to stay strong, she thought. She inhaled deeply and exhaled, hoping to feel better and leave aside all her dilemmas and sadness.

“Come on, think positive things Kagome. Don't let the past get to you more than what it already has. That's the only reason why you did runaway in the first place, because I couldn't face the people surrounding you any longer and that's why I am here…so I can forget and meet new people.” She cooed herself making it all seem all better before breaking down again. “Okay, maybe I should start my new life by looking for a place to live.” Kagome said pointing out the obvious; she had enough money to rent an apartment for a couple months meanwhile she searched for a new job. That was how much money she had with her at the moment.

She took out some magazines and news papers of mortgages, apartments, townhouses, and just about anything available to live in. she had gotten them at some local store in search for a suitable apartment just for her. Hell, she was so desperate at the moment that she didn't mind renting a room with a stranger. She roamed through all the pages and with a red ink pen she had gotten from her purse and she circled all the addresses of the places that she liked the best.

She took a closer look at the addresses and noticed that they were all located miles faraway from where she was currently at. All she had to do now was to go in search of these places first thing in the morning. The bed was next to a window that showed the dark streets of Tokyo City, therefore she had at least something to keep her awake for a little while. Kagome placed her things away, turned off the light, and waited silently till sleep fell upon her as she gazed out the window of the motel room.

Next morning, the sun announced itself knocking on the window of room number 23. Carefully she opened her blue orbs only to shut them back again from keeping any more sunlight hit them so early in the morning. She got up from the bed and quickly she placed a hand on her head. God, what's with the headache? Kagome wondered as she walked to the bathroom and decided to take a quick shower before departing.

Kagome turned off the hot water from the steamy shower; she wrapped a green towel on her petite body and walked to the sink that was next to the toilet. The mirror was all fogged up so she grabbed some toilet paper and whipped the mirror clean. She looked at her reflection on the mirror; the woman staring back at her was a totally different person from the one who started at her on the day of her wedding. The woman staring at her now, was a much more confident and sure of not making the same mistake of fallen in love with the wrong person ever again.

Kagome changed into an outfit in no time; she wore a white tank top and a comfortable pair of jeans that showed the shape of her hips. She grabbed her Prada purse that was in top of her bed and took out a white plastic bag in which she contained some necessary items she needed. She walked back into the bathroom and took out a box of color contact lenses. After opening it up and putting each contact in each eye, she studied herself in the mirror. Now she had light brown eyes which were a soft chocolate color. Her new improved eye contacts looked almost real when on.

Next she took out a pair of scissors; and again she studied herself in the oval shaped bathroom mirror. If she was going to look different, she would definitely have to get rid of some hair. Her mom had always insisted on never cutting her hair but mom wasn't here now and Kagome wasn't holding back.

The long raven hair which was below her mid back was soon cut to mid back or maybe a little bit shorter, shoulder length to be exact. She gazed longingly as her strands of hairs feel to the floor. Yet looking kind of the same, she noticed the only difference was her eye color was and shorter length of hair.

She had to admit it though; she did look different in a way, appearing somewhat younger. Shorter hair made her feel much more comfortable than before. Though she still looked quite the same in some aspects, she certainly looked different enough to not be Higurashi Kagome anymore. She smiled at her reflection. Now all that was left for her to do was to get a different name, a whole new identity. Shit this is harder than I though...I've always loved the name Sakura…Umm…she thought looking at her reflection on the mirror to see what name would suit her just right, something free and wild or perhaps a cute name that could fit her carefree personality.

“Sakura...and Yoshida is a common name in Kyoto…” She whispered thoughtfully. It fit her perfectly… cherry blossom was what her father called her back when she was just a kid. It was official; all she needed now was to erase her real identity from the rest of humanity for now once and for all, which meant she needed to start by changing her cell phone number and her license plate. Without wasting anymore time in that crappy looking hotel, she packed up her things once again, and checked out as soon as possible and before she knew it she was out on the road venturing once more.

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND CO. I REPEAT...THEY DO NOT BELONG TO ME WHATSOEVER, HOWEVER ONLY TO THE VERY TALENTED MISS RUMIKO TAKAHASHI.

A/N: Boring, I know...but just bear with me people...By chapter 4 and 5 I promise things start to lighten up a bit and get really exiting. PLEASE R/R...

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IYlover4ever.