InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Peter Pan Inuyasha ❯ In a Whirl ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Title change later-Kagome grows tired and weary of her mundane life. Her only joy is to sleep-where she sees a mystical, sexy creature, and she longs to be with him. What happens when her wish comes true?

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.31.2005 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.6K | Visits: 488 | Status: Work In Progress

Introduction

If you're one of those few people who are happy with their lives and live for good endings, this story isn't for you. If each day of your life is different and you have not yet wondered your existence, click the back button.

But, if you're like most of the people in this world, someone who waits for the one moment that will change their lives forever, so that they don't have to live by the rules… Then this story may interest you. If you're tired of the same old thing, wondering when something adventurous will happen to you…Then this story could spark an interest.

Chapter 1:

Everything was the same thing. Day in and day out. There was nothing new for her to do, at least, nothing exciting left for her to do. She was almost 18, starting to finish up her high school years and yet nothing exciting had happened to her. There was nothing that motivated her to wake up every morning, eager and full of energy to start a new day.

She made her way home, pondering over when and how time seemed to fly by so slowly these days dreading only one thing, crossing the killer crosswalk.

The killer crosswalk or, more commonly known as, `Death Walk' is a busy “school crosswalk” where a lot of teens have to cross. The tricky part is learning how to dodge the tons of metal that rush past you safe and alive.

However, Kagome was already at Death Walk, so she had no other choice but to cross it and hope she didn't die `This isn't my day,' she thought as a car went rushing pass her. Rolling her eyes, Kagome made a mental note that that was the fifty-sixth car that almost killed her this year.

It was another dark and cold winter night, so late into the night that no one was awake. Not even her grandfather, the one who only needs five hours of sleep a day, was up. She stirred in her bed, having the same dream that had been haunting her for the past week. The same dream that had her wishing she could sleep forever; it was the same dream that kept her mind off of school. It was a bitter-sweet dream, like the devil, it seduced her into wanting it more even though she knew it was wrong. She couldn't help what she felt; it was the dream that intoxicated her, taking over her mind and body. The dream was like a kiss from your crush; sweet and tempting, yet untouchable.

She awoke with a start, panting and sweating. She looked around the room as if expecting something or someone there. But, like the other nights, there was nothing there. No sounds were heard far within the distance of her house. Not even the faint footsteps of an early jogger or the slight pitter-patter of an abandoned pet was heard. And to be truthful, it scared her. Her heart started to race and, like a cat, the hairs on the back of her neck started to rise. She took refuge from hiding under her covers; she just wanted to go back to her dream. Back to the man that took her on the adventures she hoped to take. He was her Sex God, giving her boring old life everything that she longed for. With a smirk she closed her eyes, the eerie soundless streets hidden behind her Sex God, and she went back to her dream.

His hand was held out to me, how strong and masculine it looked, then he smirked his seducing smirk. Every time I saw that smirk my heart melted and this time was no different. His long silver hair flowed in the wind and his tanned chest shined out in the forest night. He looked like a God, and once again, he was tempting me to go with him. Only this time I got further into the forest. Usually, it would stop with `Come with me,' but tonight it went further, he actually spoke more than three words. It was then that I noticed his physical attributes weren't that of a normal man. I can remember everything about the way he looked because, well, I was staring. His eyes dared me to look him over, so I did. I had to. HJHe had dog-like ears, cat-like amber eyes and his canine teeth showed in his smirk. I was in a trance.

“Come with me tonight. Your questions will be answered then. It's your last night to visit me in my place, a place where you don't ever have to worry about what people do. This isn't like your world. The people here don't judge you by your schooling. Follow me and I'll take you to your greatest Paradise.”

She awoke thanks to her annoying alarm clock.

Beep, beep, beep.

Over and over again, the noise wouldn't stop. She had no choice, she had to hit snooze. But when she finally did that, she wasn't as drained as she was before. Actually, she was wide awake, eager to finish the day and sleep to dream of her Sex God.

At school that day she couldn't stop thinking about him. She looked and acted like a lost school girl. It was starting to annoy some of her friends.

“Hey Kag, what's got you so out of it?” She blinked, snapped out of thinking what he could have meant by paradise. “Huh,” was her sophisticated answer. “Oh yeah. Umm…Nothing much, I'm just thinking.” Kagome's friend, Aimee, eye-balled her for a minute, obviously not sure if she was telling the truth. Kagome, hoping to seek her friend's approval, smiled her fake smile, and talked about today's hottest guy in school.

“Oh my God! Ladies, that man is so fine. Did you see him take off his shirt during lunch yesterday?” Aimee giggled frantically and started to talk more about the guy to the other girls.

Kagome, not interested in the other girls talk, decided to listen to her English teacher's lecture of the day.

“Now, what does Robert Frost try to tell you, the reader, in this poem?” Mr. Endwell asked the sleepy class. He cleared his throat and read the poem aloud to any students who were actually awake.

“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening; by Robert Frost.

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.”

The room grew still after he read the poem. It was as if everyone heard it and was thinking of the meaning. Even Aimee stopped to think about the poem

“What do you think that poems means?” He asked once again, satisfied with his work. No one, not even the smartest girl in the class moved. Just when Mr. Endwell was about to give up on the class answering it, a small shaky hand rose. It was the recluse of the class. I don't know her name. “Yes…..” Mr. Endwell said, looking over his seating chart to figure out the girls' name.

“Jezebel, sir. My name is Jezebel.” She spoke quietly, her voice sounded so innocent. Too innocent for a senior, if you ask me. But then again, maybe I'm just jealous of her voice. Her voice entranced me.

Mr. Endwell smiled apologetically, “Yes…. Jezebel.” It was like he was also entranced by her small voice, “what do you think that poem means?”

She smiled softly, a slight blush spreading across her face. I don't think she was use to this much attention. She cleared her throat, but it sounded more like a baby's cough, and spoke. “I think that the poem basically talks about death. You see, in the poem it takes you to a kind of deserted road during the wintertime, which is away from anything local. Everything is so cold that even the lake is frozen over. So, the logical thing to do is hurry home; hence, the reason why the horse seems to be wondering `if there is some mistake' when the man stops.

“But there's something wrong with the scene the poem describes. It's as if it's a dream or you're about to go to `sleep.' You're so tired that you don't want to change your clothes, or in this case, go on. The thought of the snow covered forest gives a sweet-tempting ring to it, but the poet is motivated not to stay because he still has `miles to go' and `promises to keep.' It's said that the `forest' Robert Frost talks about actually symbolizes death. So the poem is the debate of dying right there or carrying on. The poet chooses to carry on because of the promises he says he has to keep.” Jezebel opened her eyes, as if she wasn't the one speaking, and noticed all the eyes focused mainly on her. She looked down, embarrassed, but if you looked closer you would have seen the satisfied smile on her face.

“Very good, Jezebel.” Mr. Endwell said. He obviously recovered quicker than the rest of us. “That's very, very good. I…I'm speechless.” He blushed slightly. “Free time for the remainder of the period.”

That was the first time I had ever seen Mr. Endwell fumble with his words.

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For the rest of the morning, Kagome thought about the poem. She liked the poem, but it didn't make total sense to her. She had thought about it so much that she would put it off until another day. Now she had to think about her dream. She had to sneak out of this class now. Secretly, before the lunch bell rang Kagome snuck out to go to her new favorite spot. It was her sanctuary, her only place to think, it was the roof top. She had a lot of thinking to do.

Now, this school wasn't like the one you'd usually see on the movies. There were no staircases that lead to the rooftop or anything. The rooftop was a hard place to get on without getting caught, mainly because you had to jump from the stair to get to it. It was easier now then it was a couple of years ago.

More recently, everyday for the past month, Kagome would sneak outside her classroom, which was Home Economics, so it was easy to skip that class. She would stand on the stair railings, and jump a good distance to the locker rooftops. From there it was easy; she had to walk across the top of Lockers A until she got to the end of the little block, which was in front of the Library. She jumped a smaller distance than before and then she was home. Well, her second home.

`Great,' she thought. `Now I have seven minutes until the bell rings.' She looked around the place she had been going to for three years. She couldn't help but smile slightly as she saw some freshman experience their first ditch; she also couldn't help the light chuckles when she saw an old colleague of hers be taken out of the school yard in cuffs. `Probably got caught vandalizing again,' she muttered to herself. But further down in a corner far off in the distance, away from the cameras and where most teachers would roam, was a sight to see. It was a familiar place to Kagome and usually no one would be able to notice it if they just looked. No, she knew exactly where to look and the minute she looked that way she remembered why she never looked there. The place was where a bunch of her old friends were. She shivered at the thought of those friends, those druggies; good times and bad times were shared during her first year of high school with them But, I'm getting off topic now aren't I? That's a whole different story, a whole different motive, a whole different ending.

She looked away, wanting only to think of her recent dreams. Her Sex God. She laid down on her makeshift bed that she had eventually set up due to her constant visits up there. As she rested her hands behind her head she thought about what was shown in all of the dreams. She hoped she could combine each dream together to form the “big picture,” as Mr. Endwell would say. Endwell's class. Jezebel. The poem. No! She couldn't think about it just yet. Kagome looked down at her watch to distract her. `Damn, five minutes left. Kagome just decided to sleep.

It was the end of school now and her little afternoon nap got her no dreams of her Sex God, which left her a bit sad for the duration of the day. She was walking home, not even thinking about it, her thoughts only lingered back and froth as to why she didn't dream of her Sex God. In fact, she was too busy to see the car coming rushing at full speed while she was crossing Death Walk. Right as she was about to get hit, she was swooped off her feet by someone. Her only thoughts were `Fifty-seven cars now.”'

White. Ice. If she could feel she knew it would be very cold. She saw herself lying down in a coffin filled with dry ice. She was dressed in all white, her hair neatly done; it was almost as if she was dead, lying in her coffin. But, this did not bother her. She knew, for some reason, that she wasn't dead, just lying down. Then, just as she was about to second guess herself, her Sex God appeared. He was wearing no shirt, obviously immune to the chilly atmosphere, and he was whispering something. She eyed his lips. She needed to know what he was whispering to her. She floated up, like a vampire, she slowly rose up and followed her Sex God to wherever it was he was headed to. She was entranced by the way he walked and by how his hair flowed evenly. He looked back at her and smiled a smile so sweet, her heart started to melt. He walked towards her, reaching his hand out to gently caress her face. She inched her head towards his palm…

And woke up.

She blinked, hating the fact that it was all a dream. She groaned inwardly, why did it all have to be a dream? Why did she have to wake up? Closing her eyes tightly, she wrapped the blankets around herself, hoping to fall bad into her peaceful slumber. However, the fates had other things in mind for her. Well, at least her stomach did. Slowly, she slid out of bed, mentally cursing her stomach for being hungry. She had to have something to eat though; she hadn't eaten since breakfast this morning.

“An apple will do,” she said to no one in particular and, nodding to herself, she set forth towards the refrigerator.

“Hey pretty, don't you wanna take a ride with me,

Through my world?

Hey pretty, don't you wanna kick and slide,

Through my world?”

The song lyrics were emitting through the empty house. Kagome couldn't help but let her body sway to the music. While swaying her hips, she opened the refrigerator and took an apple out. Then, with her butt, closed it and ran upstairs.

Once upstairs she searched her room for her knife. Prodding up and down the desk areas she found it stuck into the head of a Barbie doll. She grinned to herself, obviously highly amused at the site before her, and started to peel her apple with her knife.