InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Story Continues ❯ All Grown Up ( Chapter 7 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Nile 
Kagome returns from vacation...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.29.2005 | Updated On: 01.04.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 434 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome returns from vacation...
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Romance / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.29.2005 | Updated On: 01.04.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 434 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome passed through customs in Japan with ease. Only a few questions to reaffirm her nationality and she was now on her way to baggage claim and to her family. It was expected, since she had dual citzenship. In the back of her mind, she was perplexed on what happened at the Taisho party. She remembered dancing with the Taisho brothers and after that, everything faded into a deep haze. She remembered waking up in her hotel room and by her head was a note thanking her for attending and to not worry for passing out.
Apparently it was a common thing for guests to indulge themselves with alcohol and pass out at any Taisho hosted event, at least that is what she had read in a gossip magazine in the Duty Free shop. At that thought, she about laughed out really hard, but instead, held a very amused grin. She did not exactly feel ashamed for her lush behavior as she did recall Seitsu's words when she had been concerned about her tipsiness.
She admitted to herself that in the past few months, she felt much better and looked forward to tackling her first semester at Tokyo University, which was to start in another week. Her schedule was tight now that she was back. She had decided, with her mother's reluctance that she would move closer to the university. She still had to move in, find a job that was flexible, and make sure she had all her textbooks and supplies. She even need to go shopping. Now that she was a university student, she no longer needed to wear the sailor fuku and she could wear chiq clothes. She naturally dressed well, as her mother had taught her how to dress and instilled a set of manners, despite her temper. Her mother had grown up with the utmost etiquette, lessons received by the wealthy despite being a temple maiden. She was required to attend to guests and sometimes play hosts in tea parties as her own mother had died early of cancer, leaving her to the duties expected of a shrine priestess. She in return taught the same concepts to Kagome.
As she exited the baggage claim area and into the exit lobby, she was bombarded by Souta almost bowling her over. She laughed and roughed up her little brother's hair, noting that he had gone through another growth spurt and was almost up to her chest now. Her mother stood a few feet away awaiting her to notice. Kagome smiled warmly, tears of joy from missing her mother the past few months already spilling lazily down her cheeks. Her mother embraced her and said, "Let's get you home. There's a surprise for you."
Kagome looked at her mother strangely and then gathered what luggage her brother had not grabbed, then followed them to the parking lot. She had expected to see her mother opening the trunk to her sport sedan Subaru, but instead, the trunk belonged to an imported cinnamon red 2005 Mustang with Chevy Chevelle racing strips over the top.
"Sugoi, mom! That car rocks! I saw it online before and it is really popular in America. You really know how to pick your cars, mom. So, what did you do with the blue Subaru?" Kagome asked.
"I still have the Subaru, Kagome. This is your surprise," her mother grinned, gauging Kagome's reaction.
Kagome's eyes grew larger than saucers, her mouth opening and closing with shock.
'It's mine? Oh my Kami!'
"It's mine?" she breathed, almost choking.
"Yes, it is. Now you can visit the shrine anytime when you want during university," her mother said and then tossed her the keys. "You're driving us home."
"Nani?!?" Souta paled. "No mom! Don't let Kagome-neechan drive. We'll die!"
Kagome growled and took Souta's head in a headlock, and then gave him noogies. Souta whined and tried to squirm out of Kagome's grasp, failing miserably, so he hung limply. Kagome let him go, chuckling as he gave her a dirty look while fixing his hair.
"Oh gomen, Souta. I forgot you need to look good for the ladies," she winked at her brother, watching him turn beet red.
Taka looked at her children and laughed at their antics. She was proud of them both. She had pooled together the money for the Mustang because she knew her daughter's fascination with American cars. It was one of the few things she enjoyed as her husband's 1987 Ford F150 stood unused in the garage for years. No one touched it, except herself. She would just sit in the front seat and reminisce about him.
As soon as her brother and mother were situated in the car, Kagome slid in the driver seat, noting that its leather hugged her like a glove. She looked around, imprinting the memory of her first drive in her first car, even caressing the steering wheel in wonder. She then looked up at her mother and said breathily, "It's perfect."
She put the key in the ignition and turned, noting the powerful engine coming to life.
'Eight cylinders, enough to scare the skin off anyone if I rev this baby.'
Taka watched her daughter's exploration of her new vehicle with a smile. Kagome had always been one to appreciate good gifts. She usually got Kagome the good stuff because her Ji-chan would come out with some bogus demon claw or embarrassing gift. Taka had received the same as she grew up, so she made sure that her gifts for Kagome counted.
Kagome shifted gears and drove through the airport parking lot and towards Tokyo. She had missed her home, even more so than when she had been traveling in the feudal era. It had been different as she had experienced other cultures and was surrounded by people who did not speak her language or had a poor grasp on English.
Once arriving at the Sunset shrine, she re-united with her grandfather. He noted that she seemed a little better emotional wise now than before she had gone.
"Oh, there was a delivery today. I had it set in your room," he said.
Kagome kissed him on the cheek, and then rushed upstairs. Upon opening the door, it was flooded with white lilies. Dozens of lilies on top of her furniture or on the floor. She was flabberghasted.
'Who would send me flowers?'
She looked around, looking for a note that could have been placed so she could see who sent the beautiful flowers. It did not take long. She plucked the little note from the flowers and read it:
"Miss Higurashi,
My brother and I thank you for such a lovely time at the party. Maybe we can meet again soon, ne?
Yours Truly,
Seitsu
P.S. On the other side of this card is my phone number. Call me anytime."
Kagome brought the note to her chest and swooned. She was definitely surprised. Someone like Seitsu and his brother were way out of her league. She did not even consider herself pretty, despite the constant catcalls when she actually did attend high school.
She stuffed the card in her purse and noticed how all her things had already been carefully put in boxes. She was no longer a little girl from here on out.
Apparently it was a common thing for guests to indulge themselves with alcohol and pass out at any Taisho hosted event, at least that is what she had read in a gossip magazine in the Duty Free shop. At that thought, she about laughed out really hard, but instead, held a very amused grin. She did not exactly feel ashamed for her lush behavior as she did recall Seitsu's words when she had been concerned about her tipsiness.
She admitted to herself that in the past few months, she felt much better and looked forward to tackling her first semester at Tokyo University, which was to start in another week. Her schedule was tight now that she was back. She had decided, with her mother's reluctance that she would move closer to the university. She still had to move in, find a job that was flexible, and make sure she had all her textbooks and supplies. She even need to go shopping. Now that she was a university student, she no longer needed to wear the sailor fuku and she could wear chiq clothes. She naturally dressed well, as her mother had taught her how to dress and instilled a set of manners, despite her temper. Her mother had grown up with the utmost etiquette, lessons received by the wealthy despite being a temple maiden. She was required to attend to guests and sometimes play hosts in tea parties as her own mother had died early of cancer, leaving her to the duties expected of a shrine priestess. She in return taught the same concepts to Kagome.
As she exited the baggage claim area and into the exit lobby, she was bombarded by Souta almost bowling her over. She laughed and roughed up her little brother's hair, noting that he had gone through another growth spurt and was almost up to her chest now. Her mother stood a few feet away awaiting her to notice. Kagome smiled warmly, tears of joy from missing her mother the past few months already spilling lazily down her cheeks. Her mother embraced her and said, "Let's get you home. There's a surprise for you."
Kagome looked at her mother strangely and then gathered what luggage her brother had not grabbed, then followed them to the parking lot. She had expected to see her mother opening the trunk to her sport sedan Subaru, but instead, the trunk belonged to an imported cinnamon red 2005 Mustang with Chevy Chevelle racing strips over the top.
"Sugoi, mom! That car rocks! I saw it online before and it is really popular in America. You really know how to pick your cars, mom. So, what did you do with the blue Subaru?" Kagome asked.
"I still have the Subaru, Kagome. This is your surprise," her mother grinned, gauging Kagome's reaction.
Kagome's eyes grew larger than saucers, her mouth opening and closing with shock.
'It's mine? Oh my Kami!'
"It's mine?" she breathed, almost choking.
"Yes, it is. Now you can visit the shrine anytime when you want during university," her mother said and then tossed her the keys. "You're driving us home."
"Nani?!?" Souta paled. "No mom! Don't let Kagome-neechan drive. We'll die!"
Kagome growled and took Souta's head in a headlock, and then gave him noogies. Souta whined and tried to squirm out of Kagome's grasp, failing miserably, so he hung limply. Kagome let him go, chuckling as he gave her a dirty look while fixing his hair.
"Oh gomen, Souta. I forgot you need to look good for the ladies," she winked at her brother, watching him turn beet red.
Taka looked at her children and laughed at their antics. She was proud of them both. She had pooled together the money for the Mustang because she knew her daughter's fascination with American cars. It was one of the few things she enjoyed as her husband's 1987 Ford F150 stood unused in the garage for years. No one touched it, except herself. She would just sit in the front seat and reminisce about him.
As soon as her brother and mother were situated in the car, Kagome slid in the driver seat, noting that its leather hugged her like a glove. She looked around, imprinting the memory of her first drive in her first car, even caressing the steering wheel in wonder. She then looked up at her mother and said breathily, "It's perfect."
She put the key in the ignition and turned, noting the powerful engine coming to life.
'Eight cylinders, enough to scare the skin off anyone if I rev this baby.'
Taka watched her daughter's exploration of her new vehicle with a smile. Kagome had always been one to appreciate good gifts. She usually got Kagome the good stuff because her Ji-chan would come out with some bogus demon claw or embarrassing gift. Taka had received the same as she grew up, so she made sure that her gifts for Kagome counted.
Kagome shifted gears and drove through the airport parking lot and towards Tokyo. She had missed her home, even more so than when she had been traveling in the feudal era. It had been different as she had experienced other cultures and was surrounded by people who did not speak her language or had a poor grasp on English.
Once arriving at the Sunset shrine, she re-united with her grandfather. He noted that she seemed a little better emotional wise now than before she had gone.
"Oh, there was a delivery today. I had it set in your room," he said.
Kagome kissed him on the cheek, and then rushed upstairs. Upon opening the door, it was flooded with white lilies. Dozens of lilies on top of her furniture or on the floor. She was flabberghasted.
'Who would send me flowers?'
She looked around, looking for a note that could have been placed so she could see who sent the beautiful flowers. It did not take long. She plucked the little note from the flowers and read it:
"Miss Higurashi,
My brother and I thank you for such a lovely time at the party. Maybe we can meet again soon, ne?
Yours Truly,
Seitsu
P.S. On the other side of this card is my phone number. Call me anytime."
Kagome brought the note to her chest and swooned. She was definitely surprised. Someone like Seitsu and his brother were way out of her league. She did not even consider herself pretty, despite the constant catcalls when she actually did attend high school.
She stuffed the card in her purse and noticed how all her things had already been carefully put in boxes. She was no longer a little girl from here on out.