InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ In Dreams ❯ Elsewhere ( Chapter 3 )

Ah-ha! And ta-da! We meet the rest So where do we go from here?

 

Disclaimer: I only wish I owned Inuyasha. (Sigh)

 

 

 

 

 

In Dreams

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

 

 

 

Elsewhere

 

 

 

 

She sat up in bed. Her mother's voice was chasing away the last tendrils of her dream, like wind through fog. She had had one of `those' dreams again. It had been awhile since she'd had one. She sat still, expressionless, as she tried to recall what she had just been doing in her dream. It was something important; she knew that, but what? She'd been talking to someone……who? The harder she tried to remember, the further away the images slipped. The veil took its place between the worlds of sleep and awake, as her mother spoke.

 

“Kagome,” she called from the hallway, “c'mon let's go, we're gonna be late.”

 

The young woman remained motionless on her bed. The deep dream-state still had her in a daze, and her wish to remember anchored the feelings left behind. She felt comforted, despite the knowledge that there had been great danger on the horizon. She felt the importance of a task, and the need for something. `Weird.'

 

“Kagome.” her mom peeked in the room to see if her daughter was getting up.

 

“Uhhh, ya mom. I'm coming.” She made a move, then stopped. “I just had the weirdest dream. But I can't remember what I was doing.”

 

“Oh? Must've been your secret life. Hurry honey, I still have to come back and get Sota.”

 

Kagome got up and started for her bathroom, still thinking about the dream. She liked her dreams, they were always crazy, action-packed adventures. Ever since she could remember, she'd had these dreams. They were full of danger, but she was never frightened. She handled every situation with calm assurance. She knew she had the power to overcome any obstacle and did - and what power she had. Great power. She could predict and sometimes control the weather, especially the wind, and she could fly. She knew how to use a sword, and a bow, and won against many enemies many times. She was strong, and agile, and fast. Always, she fought alone. Well almost always. Sometimes she sensed someone else was there, watching her. But she never saw anyone. She was often in other places, places she had never seen before, like different worlds or something. And she fought against monsters, and demons, and dark beings, and more. `They' say you don't dream of things you don't know or haven't seen, but how could she possibly have seen some of the things she had seen?!

 

She walked into the bathroom and grabbed her toothbrush. “Well, who knows. I wish someone would invent a dream recorder. That would be awesome. Then I could just tape my dreams and figure them out later!”

 

After she finished brushing her teeth, she washed her face and brushed her hair. She inspected herself in the mirror. Big brown eyes that seemed to hold light in, saw long, dark, shiny hair frame beautiful features well proportioned over a smooth complexion. Pleased, (especially for six in the morning) she tied her hair in a loose ponytail and packed her bag for the day ahead.

 

She quickly threw some clothes on in her room, and raced to the kitchen to grab something to eat. She volunteered at a dojo every morning before work, while one of the employees was away. She didn't know much about Martial Arts, but was fit enough to help out when needed. And she didn't mind being forced to get some exercise. The trainer there was her mother's friend, a tall, red-headed American woman with a booming personality - she and her husband ran the Odagaki Dojo. She liked her very much, and admired her easy-going nature.

 

At the table sat her grandfather, reading the paper and mumbling to himself.

 

“Morning Gramps! You do remember it's my birthday tomorrow right?”

 

He looked up at his granddaughter. “Well of course I do. I have a special gift for you, it's your twenty-first and I have been waiting to give it to you since you were born.”

 

Kagome squealed with delight. Now she was really excited!

 

“Okay, let's go!” Her mother called.

 

“Bye Gramps!”

 

Kagome plunged her feet into her shoes and rushed out to the car where her mother was waiting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Higurashi! Quick, let's go make out in the walk-in!” The young man exclaimed as soon as Kagome walked in the back door. He smirked and chuckled with a glint in his eye.

 

“Alright, let's go Yasha.” She joked, staring straight at him as she made her way downstairs to change.

 

“Sweet!” He said in english, but made no move to follow her.

 

She was glad, for she was unable to control the blush burning her cheeks. Sometimes, her mind got the better of her. She actually wouldn't mind making out in the walk-in fridge….with him.

 

Joshua was half Canadian, half Japanese. He'd lived in Canada until he was fifteen, before moving here with his family. He was a couple years her senior, but they had been friends instantly, and never really looked back. She'd grown to like him more than that in the last little while, without even noticing. He was handsome alright - tall and naturally well built, he'd mysteriously acquired blonde hair and greenish-yellow eyes, like his father. He kept his hair long, and tied in a low ponytail. But there was more. He was moody, outgoing, motivated, perverted, mischievous, responsible, spoiled, ill-tempered and best of all fun. The guy was a total walking contradiction, but he was her friend. She liked his volatile nature. It smoothed hers.

 

She'd met him in this very kitchen, when she first started here as a dishwasher six years ago. He was loud and obnoxious, and she had handled his banter so well that he took an instant liking to her. And she to him. For a long time, they were inseparable.

 

Eventually, they'd both gone their separate ways over the years, to travel and make new friends, meeting up only once in a while to reminisce. But here they were now, about to slug out another hot summer in the busy kitchen where they'd first met.

 

“Higurashi, how's it goin'?” The female voice greeted her as she entered the girls' staff bathroom.

 

“Great!” She answered her best friend.

 

Sango finished tying her bandana and turned to give her a warm smile. “So, we're working with Joshua today,” she said raising her eyebrows.

 

“I know,” Kagome sighed. “Does he even know how cute he is?”

 

“I think he has an idea,” Sango replied dryly.

 

Kagome pulled her hair through her favourite ball-cap and shoved her bag under a chair in the corner. She quickly changed shoes and headed upstairs to the kitchen with Sango, smiling sheepishly as she passed the giant walk-in fridge.

 

She liked cooking. She knew what she knew from experience only, but had worked under some amazingly talented chefs who had told her she was amazingly talented herself. She and Sango had worked together at different restaurants in the area for a few years now. Sango was a pretty amazing cook too, so they were a good team, and everyone knew they came as a pair. And the girls had a blast when they were side by side.

 

“Good morning Kagome,” a dreamy male voice cooed. “Good morning Sango, my dear,” the voice dipped charmingly lower.

 

“Morning Miroku,” Kagome chirped, passing the handsome waiter who stood in the pantry doorway that divided the kitchen from the restaurant.

 

A tall, lean young man with black hair and violet-black eyes crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame. He was the only male waiter in the place, much to his delight, as he was therefore surrounded by women all day long.

 

“Miroku.” Sango nodded in his direction and swiftly went to fetch an apron.

 

“Ah Sango, my sweet, what a beautiful name you have. Almost as beautiful as you.” He was grinning a devilishly big grin.

 

“It was an ancestor's,” she called out from around the corner of the dish-pit.

 

“What a coincidence, so is mine!”

 

“Keh!” Came a snort from behind the line. “Yer so full of shit Miroku.”

 

“I swear its true. Would a priest lie?”

 

“Priest! Ha! Yer an even bigger lecher than I am!” Joshua yelled at him.

 

“I'll have you know, I got my license on the internet last night. I can legally marry people now. So what do'ya say Sango?”

 

“Getting an internet marriage license thingy doesn't make you a priest. And if your asking me to marry you, I say no thanks.” Sango said blushing, still hiding behind the corner.

 

“Then how about just baring my children?”

 

“Ha!” She choked.

 

Miroku turned to Kagome. “Higurashi?”

 

Before Kagome could even respond, Joshua growled, “Forget it pervert, she's mine.”

 

Kagome rolled her eyes at them both and went to join Sango in the dish-pit. The girls exchanged knowing glances and grinned at one another. Giggles started to emerge, and finally full-blown laughter.

 

“You can't hold out forever my love!” Miroku sighed and disappeared through the swinging door.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The rest of their shift had been uneventful. For a Thursday in early spring, it was busier than they'd expected, but not a challenge. Nothing out of the ordinary. Miroku somehow managed to grab her ass a couple times, while staying just out of reach of her right hook. “Damn that Miroku,” Sango whispered to herself.

 

She had to admit she did have a crush on him. He was so handsome, and charming. And he'd been hitting on her forever! But he was all over all women. How could she know if he really did like her? And could she really trust him even if he did?

 

“Men!”

 

“Huh?” Kagome turned to her friend.

 

“Oh, nothing.” Sango sighed.

 

They were on the train heading to the Shinjuku District to go shopping for dresses for Kagome's birthday party tomorrow. Sango couldn't remember if she'd ever even worn a dress before, but was willing to go look at them anyway. She was a bit nervous, cause Miroku was gonna be there. Kagome's mom was throwing a huge party at the Higurashi Shrine, and had invited everyone.

 

“I already saw the one I want. And I saw one I think you should try on too,” she heard her friend say, “in this cool little store I would never have noticed except the dress in the window caught my attention.”

 

Sango looked at Kagome's excited expression and smiled. “I trust your opinion, but nothing too `girlie', ya know?”

 

“Ha! Like, do I seem like the `girlie' type to you?”

 

“Uh, newsflash geniuses, a dress is `girlie'. It's made for girls! Unbelievable.” Joshua rolled his eyes.

 

“Who asked you?” Sango huffed.

 

“Come to think of it, I'm sure I saw one that would look just perfect on you Yasha!”

 

“Shut up Higurashi.”

 

Sango's mind wandered to Miroku's smile while Kagome and Joshua argued back and forth. She wondered what would happen if she ever said `yes' to any of his proposals? Would he take them back? Would her follow through? The thought stained her cheeks a dark pink that matched the early sunset outside. Maybe one of these days I'll give him a run for his money she smirked bravely. She watched the city slide by through the train windows and made up her mind not to be intimidated by his advances anymore. `Just don't fall in love.' Easier said than done, she guessed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Hey Kagome, need any help in there?” He asked with a wide grin.

 

“Why yes I do.” Came too sweet a reply.

 

“Awesome, I'm comin' in!”

 

He headed for the change-room door but was nearly knocked over by it as it swung open in front of him. Kagome stepped out with an armful of dresses and handed all but one of them to him.

 

“You can give these back to the sales lady.” She turned toward the next change-room. “Thanks alot.” She managed before knocking on Sango's door.

 

“Not what I had in mind,” he muttered, then added louder, “will you two bitches hurry up, I'm starving!”

 

He turned and headed to the front desk to rid himself of the load before he could hear their reply. Honestly, he should've known better than to come shopping with two girls! Although he couldn't help wanting to spend time with Kagome, no matter what they were doing. It's been so long since they'd seen each other. He'd spent the last year in Canada, snowboarding and rock-climbing with his old buddies. He'd always thought she was gorgeous, but how had she managed to get even better looking! Not to mention she was still one of the coolest chicks he'd ever known. Weird that they'd end up working back at the same restaurant.

 

“Can I take those for you?” A tidy looking woman asked.

 

“Sure can,” he handed her the pile of clothing, “thanks.”

 

“She didn't find anything she liked?” Asked the lady.

 

A wicked grin began to spread across Joshua's face, the very grin that earned him the nickname `Yasha'. “Actually, she said she was looking for something a little more revealing. Got anything short, and strapless?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cool. That chapter was easy to get out. And a total surprise. It's weird to know where you want to go, but interesting to see how you end up getting there. Hope everyone likes so far…