InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Shadow ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: CatBlack400 
Kagome meets Sango and Miroku!!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.10.2005 | Updated On: 01.11.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 201 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome meets Sango and Miroku!!
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.10.2005 | Updated On: 01.11.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 201 | Status: Work In Progress
Summary
Kagome lives on the streets of Toronto, she has been there so long she has almost forgotten her past. Almost. She has night terrors. Flashes of the past she doesn’t want to remember. To forget her past she detaches herself off from her memories, from her emotions and from her music. She has done this for so long she has forgot herself. She becomes a shadow. Then she meets other street kids, each with a tale of grace and despair. Each of whom help to unlock one of her emotions. Then she meets one street kid’s brother that wears a mask so much like what she became. Can he unlock the most important emotion of all? Love. And will he be able to help kagome find herself and with it her voice? Eventual Sesshoumaru/Kagome, little Sango/Miroku, Kohaku/Rin, Inuyasha/Kikyo, Kouga/Ayame,
Disclaimer
I do not own Inu Yasha or anything related to it. This fanfic was inspired by the series, and song lyrics (mostly evanescence).
A/N I STILL NEED A BETA READER! Keep in mind that being a beta reader comes with perks, for one you get to read the next chapter as soon as it is written. Two the sooner my work has been checked and I am happy with the results the sooner I can post it for everyone else and start working on the next chapter. So you see being my beta is in the best interest for everyone who likes my fanfic. So send me an email if you are interested in being my beta and I will send you my next chapter in a response email. I will wait a few days and if you do not send back a copy with notes and suggestions and comments I will have to pay my sister $10 to be my beta, I can not afford this for much longer so I hope to god I get a beta reader soon and they send back the above mentioned. So to summarize; Beta Readers Good!
Chapter 2
I wonder sometimes, if I am a shadow, then there must be something more to Kagome that casts this shadow. I like that thought. What I want to know is where the part of me that casts this shadow is. Will I ever find Kagome by observing the world from my dark world of shadows? Doubtfully, but can I bring myself to stand in the light? If I do stand in the light will I disappear? like shadows do without their counter parts to keep them from being assimilated? It’s too risky. I’ll just stick to the cold, dark, shadow world I know; after all, I’m used to the cold…
But at the moment I am freezing! I need to get out of the cold, by any means necessary. Even if I must suffer being seen in public, I must get warmer, I’ll freeze if I stay out any longer.
I shuffle along shrinking as far into my jacket and hoody as I can. I look around looking for somewhere I can go.
Then I see it; the coffee shop. Perfect. If you buy something here you can stay and get warm, but only as long as the product lasts. I have become increasingly better at showing restraint by resisting the delicious aroma and sipping my coffee slowly.
I go into the overcrowded coffee shop and make my way to the counter to get my coffee. I order the cheapest item on the menu and count out my change from that white haired kid from earlier. The cashier waits a bit impatiently, she doesn’t even count out the money to see if it is the correct amount. Which it isn’t; I cheat by taking an exaggerated time and occasionally counting air, they never notice.
I take my coffee and look around for a seat. I see one and begin to walk over until I hear a familiar and all to unwelcome voice from behind me. “Hey Bitch!” I turn around and see the white haired kid. Great. Just what I needed…
“Inu Yasha what the hell! Be nice to her!” a girl with a high, long ponytail exclaims as she glares at ‘Inu Yasha’ from across the table.
“Yes Inu Yasha, you should listen to Sango and be more polite to such a fine young lady” says a dark haired boy as he gets up and starts to walk towards me. He takes my free hand in his and smoothly asks “do you want to get laid?”
I look at him blankly till my mind clicks. I tear my hand away and throw my coffee at him in a show of released, concentrated rage. The rage that flowed through my body left me shaking and glaring at the suddenly very scared, very wet, very dirty boy.
I see the girl named Sango rush over from the corner of my eye. She looks angry, very angry. My anger disappears and I flinch and retreat into my shell of clothing and shield my face with my arms and wait for the blow.
I hear a slap but I feel no pain… I take a peek from my clothes and arms to see a pissed Sango standing over the dirty boy on the ground. “MIROKU YOU PERVERT! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT! SERVES YOU RIGHT!”
I blink stupidly as she turns to me. “I’m sorry about my friends behaviour, my name is Sango.”
“I’m Kagome” I absently say as I relax and pull out of my makeshift shell.
“Nice to meet you Kagome. Sorry about your coffee, Miroku will pay for another one.”
“WHAT” comes from the boy still on the floor “ she purposely pours her coffee on me and now I have to replace it? now that’s hardly fair Sango.”
“Its perfectly fair Miroku, you were asking for it.”
“Yes Miroku, you should listen to Sango and be more polite to such a fine young lady” quipped Inu Yasha in a mocking tone.
“You started it Inu Yasha!”
“What? How?”
“You called Kagome a bitch, why did you anyways?”
“Cause she charged me five fucking bucks to free me from that fucking parking meter!”
“So? Its not her fault she is much better at making business deals than you!” she turns to me and drags me over to their booth. “Miroku go get Kagome her coffee”
“Yes my lovely goddess Sango” Miroku elaborately bows and walks over to the counter.
“Ignore him” states Sango as he walks away “or you could try violence to shut him up. That’s the other option, and it is much more effective”
A/N well that’s the end of the second chapter. I hoped you liked it as much as the first! By the way I am sooo happy with the reviews! Yeah! glomps reviewers I love you all! After the great response to this fic I had unfounded hopes for my second fic… only one review so far, im depressed… I open my heart, splatter it over the internet, and only one review… I’m just gonna go cry now. I would really like it if you people checked out my second story and review it. I might update faster if I am not quite so depressed… Anyhowzit. Thank you so much for reviewing! Keep it up and I will try to update faster, kk? Great!
Chapter 3
Friends, can a shadow have friends? I hope they can; which is strange. Up till now I have never felt the need to even speak with anyone, now all of the sudden I feel myself get pulled in. I look at the people around me and I long to be like them so much I ache inside. I want to speak, to be heard, and to be acknowledged. I want to laugh, to be happy, and to be accepted. I want to sing, to be understood, to be myself. Even if it was for a moment I could die in satisfaction that I have felt life, that I have felt life pulse through my veins, that I have felt that pulse and let it loose. I want to sing so bad my lungs are painfully pushing against my ribcage in my effort to keep the music inside.
Kagome lives on the streets of Toronto, she has been there so long she has almost forgotten her past. Almost. She has night terrors. Flashes of the past she doesn’t want to remember. To forget her past she detaches herself off from her memories, from her emotions and from her music. She has done this for so long she has forgot herself. She becomes a shadow. Then she meets other street kids, each with a tale of grace and despair. Each of whom help to unlock one of her emotions. Then she meets one street kid’s brother that wears a mask so much like what she became. Can he unlock the most important emotion of all? Love. And will he be able to help kagome find herself and with it her voice? Eventual Sesshoumaru/Kagome, little Sango/Miroku, Kohaku/Rin, Inuyasha/Kikyo, Kouga/Ayame,
Disclaimer
I do not own Inu Yasha or anything related to it. This fanfic was inspired by the series, and song lyrics (mostly evanescence).
A/N I STILL NEED A BETA READER! Keep in mind that being a beta reader comes with perks, for one you get to read the next chapter as soon as it is written. Two the sooner my work has been checked and I am happy with the results the sooner I can post it for everyone else and start working on the next chapter. So you see being my beta is in the best interest for everyone who likes my fanfic. So send me an email if you are interested in being my beta and I will send you my next chapter in a response email. I will wait a few days and if you do not send back a copy with notes and suggestions and comments I will have to pay my sister $10 to be my beta, I can not afford this for much longer so I hope to god I get a beta reader soon and they send back the above mentioned. So to summarize; Beta Readers Good!
Chapter 2
I wonder sometimes, if I am a shadow, then there must be something more to Kagome that casts this shadow. I like that thought. What I want to know is where the part of me that casts this shadow is. Will I ever find Kagome by observing the world from my dark world of shadows? Doubtfully, but can I bring myself to stand in the light? If I do stand in the light will I disappear? like shadows do without their counter parts to keep them from being assimilated? It’s too risky. I’ll just stick to the cold, dark, shadow world I know; after all, I’m used to the cold…
But at the moment I am freezing! I need to get out of the cold, by any means necessary. Even if I must suffer being seen in public, I must get warmer, I’ll freeze if I stay out any longer.
I shuffle along shrinking as far into my jacket and hoody as I can. I look around looking for somewhere I can go.
Then I see it; the coffee shop. Perfect. If you buy something here you can stay and get warm, but only as long as the product lasts. I have become increasingly better at showing restraint by resisting the delicious aroma and sipping my coffee slowly.
I go into the overcrowded coffee shop and make my way to the counter to get my coffee. I order the cheapest item on the menu and count out my change from that white haired kid from earlier. The cashier waits a bit impatiently, she doesn’t even count out the money to see if it is the correct amount. Which it isn’t; I cheat by taking an exaggerated time and occasionally counting air, they never notice.
I take my coffee and look around for a seat. I see one and begin to walk over until I hear a familiar and all to unwelcome voice from behind me. “Hey Bitch!” I turn around and see the white haired kid. Great. Just what I needed…
“Inu Yasha what the hell! Be nice to her!” a girl with a high, long ponytail exclaims as she glares at ‘Inu Yasha’ from across the table.
“Yes Inu Yasha, you should listen to Sango and be more polite to such a fine young lady” says a dark haired boy as he gets up and starts to walk towards me. He takes my free hand in his and smoothly asks “do you want to get laid?”
I look at him blankly till my mind clicks. I tear my hand away and throw my coffee at him in a show of released, concentrated rage. The rage that flowed through my body left me shaking and glaring at the suddenly very scared, very wet, very dirty boy.
I see the girl named Sango rush over from the corner of my eye. She looks angry, very angry. My anger disappears and I flinch and retreat into my shell of clothing and shield my face with my arms and wait for the blow.
I hear a slap but I feel no pain… I take a peek from my clothes and arms to see a pissed Sango standing over the dirty boy on the ground. “MIROKU YOU PERVERT! HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT! SERVES YOU RIGHT!”
I blink stupidly as she turns to me. “I’m sorry about my friends behaviour, my name is Sango.”
“I’m Kagome” I absently say as I relax and pull out of my makeshift shell.
“Nice to meet you Kagome. Sorry about your coffee, Miroku will pay for another one.”
“WHAT” comes from the boy still on the floor “ she purposely pours her coffee on me and now I have to replace it? now that’s hardly fair Sango.”
“Its perfectly fair Miroku, you were asking for it.”
“Yes Miroku, you should listen to Sango and be more polite to such a fine young lady” quipped Inu Yasha in a mocking tone.
“You started it Inu Yasha!”
“What? How?”
“You called Kagome a bitch, why did you anyways?”
“Cause she charged me five fucking bucks to free me from that fucking parking meter!”
“So? Its not her fault she is much better at making business deals than you!” she turns to me and drags me over to their booth. “Miroku go get Kagome her coffee”
“Yes my lovely goddess Sango” Miroku elaborately bows and walks over to the counter.
“Ignore him” states Sango as he walks away “or you could try violence to shut him up. That’s the other option, and it is much more effective”
A/N well that’s the end of the second chapter. I hoped you liked it as much as the first! By the way I am sooo happy with the reviews! Yeah! glomps reviewers I love you all! After the great response to this fic I had unfounded hopes for my second fic… only one review so far, im depressed… I open my heart, splatter it over the internet, and only one review… I’m just gonna go cry now. I would really like it if you people checked out my second story and review it. I might update faster if I am not quite so depressed… Anyhowzit. Thank you so much for reviewing! Keep it up and I will try to update faster, kk? Great!
Chapter 3
Friends, can a shadow have friends? I hope they can; which is strange. Up till now I have never felt the need to even speak with anyone, now all of the sudden I feel myself get pulled in. I look at the people around me and I long to be like them so much I ache inside. I want to speak, to be heard, and to be acknowledged. I want to laugh, to be happy, and to be accepted. I want to sing, to be understood, to be myself. Even if it was for a moment I could die in satisfaction that I have felt life, that I have felt life pulse through my veins, that I have felt that pulse and let it loose. I want to sing so bad my lungs are painfully pushing against my ribcage in my effort to keep the music inside.