InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Signifying Nothing ❯ First Sightings ( Chapter 1 )

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First Sightings

"Done!"

The last of the heavy boxes dropped to the floor with a dusty thud. Kagome stepped back, sporting a grin wide enough to light up the empty room - although, her moment of triumph was soon interrupted by a scuffle outside the door. A bedraggled Sango staggered in, laden down with a large assortment of clothes bags.

"Finished?? Please tell me you said that we're done!" Her smile clearly spoke for itself, because Sango cheered. "Finally! Welcome to your new apartment, Kagome!" The bags joined the boxes in the collection on the wooden floor. "Plus ridiculously heavy belongings. My back hates you now, by the way. You owe me a massage!"

Kagome rolled her eyes, shifting an errant bag with a slippered foot.

"I don't know about a massage, but how does a cup of tea sound? And the promise of a film night, next weekend...?"

Sango pretended to think for a moment, but the smile playing around her mouth gave her away.

"I suppose it'll have to do. As long as you let me organise your flat-warming."

Kagome groaned, throwing her arms into the air as she moved across the room to the small kitchenette, tea-bound.

"Sango... do I have to have a flat-warming? Can't I just move in on the quiet?"

"Kagome..."

Sigh.

"Fine! But only a small one. An angry landlord is something I want to avoid in my first week, all right?"

She didn't need to look up from behind the kitchen counter to see the smug grin on Sango's face, and kept on digging around for the elusive kettle.

"You know it's a good idea, Kagome. Where are the mugs, anyway? You have too many boxes!"

"In one of the crates in the corner. Be careful, there's sharp stuff in there."

The sound of clinking crockery drifted lazily from the other side of room, and Kagome soon had the water boiling and a new box of teabags sitting open by the sink. Humming happily, she turned to gaze out of the window, across the bustling city and up to the clear blue sky. The sun hung heavy and bright, its warmth sinking pleasantly into her skin through glass and cotton cardigan. Kagome let herself drift, soaking in the beauty of the day, undisturbed.

At least, until her eyes caught a movement in the car park below her window.

A man was getting out of a car - and he had the wildest, thickest mane of black hair she'd ever seen. Her lips parted in astonishment, and she kept watching him as he walked towards the entrance of the complex.

'A visitor, maybe? Or does he live here, too?'

Suddenly, he looked up, pale face lit from behind by the sun. She could see his eyes, roaming across the front of the building. They swept past her window, but paused, darted back, until he was gazing straight at her.

And Kagome found herself unable to look away. Even from a few floors up, he was utterly captivating. Maybe it was the walk. Or the hair.

'No. It's definitely the eyes. Are they... purple?'

He kept on moving towards the building, not breaking eye contact with her.

'Is he frowning?'

Kagome found herself faced with a dilemma; smile, or pretend she wasn't looking?

'Ah, both. What the heck.'

A small smile was all she managed to offer before she was saved by the kettle, which clicked and drowned her in a cloud of steam. After a minor coughing fit, she heard Sango padding across the room, socks slipping against the shiny wood.

"Found the mugs! Now, all we need is some chocolate and a film..."

Her friend chattered on, and she listened absently as she stirred the tea, still dwelling on the beautiful man in the car park and those enthralling eyes.

'I wonder if I'll see him again?'