InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Unbidden ❯ The Unbidden ( Chapter 1 )

Summary: With the death of her grandfather, Kagome inherited billions of dollars. Immediately, her parents send her off to an expensive, well-known university. Her so-called new "friends" there try to turn her into a money-loving, scheming, not-so-innocent model/actress. Will her real friends be enough to save Kagome from the treacherous claws of her enemies? Or will she need the help of her worst enemy, Sesshoumaru Taisho?


Disclaimer: Inuyasha & Co. is the property of Rumiko Takahashi. All things relating to Inuyasha & Co. do not, in any way, belong to me. However, I do write about them frequently.


Basically, the point is: PLEASE DON’T SUE ME!


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The first day. Tomorrow was the first day. It scared Kagome just to think about it. Over the course of just three nights, she had been suddenly grabbed from her modest beginnings and shoved into a classy, expensive college, where everyone was probably going to hate her. She just knew that she wouldn't fit in there. Sometimes, she wished that her grandfather hadn't died...


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Flash Back


Three Days Before

"What's all the commotion about?" asked Kagome over the noise of the crowd. Her friends, Sango, Ayumi, Eri, and Yuka were all crowding around the newspaper stand, as well as a throng of other students from her school, girls and boys alike. This seemed really strange. Summer vacation was just about to end; most people would be out on the beach or at a relative's house.


"Your Kagome Higurashi!" said one boy excitedly. All his friends turned around to stare and gape at her.


"Yes, I'm Kagome. Umm...what do you want?" questioned Kagome suspiciously. It wasn't everyday that strangers just happened to know her name, and it also wasn't everyday a ring of high schoolers just happened to surround her, like they were doing now.


"Kagome! Kagome! Can I have a ride in your new limo?" asked a tall girl with glasses.


"Uh...no? I don't think I have a...limo," stuttered Kagome. Before Kagome could be pelted with more questions, Sango broke through the circle of people and showed her the front page of the newspaper, wildly pointing at a picture of a man. The caption underneath the picture said in all bold," Billionaire Hiroshi Higurashi". Kagome stared in shock. That was her grandfather on her father's side.


"Look, Kagome! Read what this article says!


"Billionaire Hiroshi Higurashi died 3 years ago, when his grand daughter was only 13 years old. However, his will had mysteriously vanished right before his death. The missing will of the reclusive telecommunications typhoon Hiroshi Higurashi was located yesterday morning. It states that his grand daughter, Kagome Higurashi, receives his entire fortune, because his son died in an assassination. Hiroshi Higurashi's approximate net worth is 22.8 billion U.S. dollars. Kagome Higurashi is expected to collect the money by 11:30 p.m. today..."


…bla bla bla. The rest isn’t important. But Kagome, do you know what this means? Your a BILLIONAIRE now! How come you never told me that your grandfather was a billionaire?!" inquired Sango.


Kagome stared dumb-founded at the article. She felt faint. No one had ever even told her that her grandfather was a billionaire. He had never really visited her when she was young, in fact, she had only seen him through photographs. The only thing he ever did was have his secretary send her birthday cards on the wrong days. Why would he leave his entire estate to her, a sixteen year old girl?


"OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH! I didn't even know! This is...this is shocking!" screamed an equally excited Kagome. Inwardly though, she wished that her Grandfather would've done something else with the money, like give it to charity. Pretty soon, her life would probably be turned upside-down in a bad way.


She had been right, or so Kagome thought.


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"Kagome? Kagome, are you listening?" asked her best friend, Sango, who was standing on a stool in front of the mirror. In her hands, she held up a pink mini-skirt and a white tank top.


"What? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so nervous about tomorrow, it really freaks me out," Kagome half-lied.


"That's okay. I was wondering if you thought this would look good on me. I've been trying to pick out an outfit to wear for the big day tomorrow. What do you think?" said Sango. She held up the mini-skirt to her waist with one hand and then used her other hand to hold up the tank top. Not a smart idea. Almost immediately, she toppled over off the red stool onto Kagome, while bringing down about two clothes racks.


"Oh! I'm so clumsy! So sorry for that, Kagome! Are you okay? I'm such a klutz!" said Sango worriedly, while helping her friend up out of the mess of clothing.


"That's okay. I'm fine, it's just a few scratches," laughed Kagome. She turned around and stared at the mini-catastrophe that they had caused.


"These shirts aren't though. Let's pick them up before we leave. I don't want the workers to get in trouble. The store's supposed to have just hired some new girls today."


With a small smile to the other, the two slightly-disheveled girls began cleaning. In a record two minutes, the place was looking fine, maybe even better than it did before.


"I think these workers owe us a little favor. After all, we did just help them make a good impression on their new bosses," joked Sango, before holding the tank top and mini-skirt up again, this time standing on solid ground.


"So, what do you think?" asked Sango.


"I think it looks great! Pink is definitely your color! All the boys will be looking at you tomorrow," said Kagome. Her eyes sparkled at a fiercely blushing Sango.


"Nah, I don't think so. Boys never look twice if the girl isn't popular. I like staying single anyways. Having a boyfriend is way too much trouble." Sango took the mini-skirt and top, along with a pale blue sweatshirt and jeans she had found earlier, and headed for the cashier with Kagome trailing close behind.


"That'll be $45.67, no $75.64, or is it $67.45. Wait...no, that's what it is. Your total is $67.45 " the cashier girl chirped happily after ringing up the total. Kagome and Sango looked at one another, each thinking the other's thoughts, " How did she get this job?" Sango's face went pale though as she searched her wallet.


"What's the matter, Sango?" whispered Kagome.


"I...I don't have enough money! Gas cost way more than I thought, and my credit card just expired!" said Sango. Meanwhile, the cashier looked at the two girls curiously.


"Don't worry, Sango. You can just charge it on me. Think of it as a replacement gift for the boom box I gave you that doesn't work correctly. Okay?" Kagome smiled reassuringly after handing her credit card to the cashier. The cashier girl handed the receipt to Sango before she could even protest.


"Bye! Have a nice day! Thank you for shopping at Rich's!" said the girl cheerily. Sango and Kagome headed out the door to the parking lots, each carrying an enormous green bag of clothing and shoes.

"Be quiet, stupid alarm!" mumbled Kagome while her fist slammed down on the unfortunate clock. As if to spite her, the alarm started beeping even louder, and her hand only succeeded in making it skid off the nightstand, out of her reach.



"Kagome! Kagome! Wake up!" Souta prodded Kagome with a sharp pencil. The pencil had "just so happened" to be on Kagome's desk. When poking her produced no effects, he started pushing and shoving Kagome, wrenching the words "Leave me alone" out of her mouth. Souta considered pulling the covers from her, but decided to skip right to his last resort: the one that always worked. The bucket of freezing cold water and ice had been beside Kagome's bed all along, waiting for it's own turn. With a great heave, Souta dragged the heavy bucket off the marble floor and dumped it's icy contents right over Kagome's head with a huge splash.


"SOUTA!" screamed a dripping-wet Kagome as she bolted straight up in bed. The scream echoed eerily in the huge bedroom. If it hadn't been for the sound-proof walls, she would've woken up the whole "house", more like mansion.


"Sorry, Sis. Mom told me to do that. Your alarm clock has been going off for 10 minutes! It's so annoying! Besides, if you don't get up soon, the limo will leave without you," said Souta. He was very pleased that he got to pour water on Kagome in the name of his mother. Normally, a stunt like this would end up with him being grounded for two or three weeks!


"BUT IT'S 4:08 a.m.! I set my alarm for 6:00 a.m.! Who---" Kagome halted in mid-sentence as realization dawned on her. "You! You set it early!" an accusing finger rose up from beneath the covers. No one robbed her of her sleep and got away with it, especially if not two hours of it.


"Well, it'll take you 5 minutes to find the closet, 11 minutes to get to your bathroom, where you'll spend 35 minutes. Then, it'll take you 28 minutes to find the kitchen. You'll spend 45 minutes to eat, and 24 minutes to get to the limo, and 2 minutes to load your bags in. The limo needs to leave at 6:30 a.m.," stated Souta matter-of-a-factly. It didn't make sense to Kagome though.


"What do you mean "limo"? We have no limo! And it doesn't take me 5 entire minutes to find the closet! Why, it's right...over...th..." Kagome looked straight at where the closet was supposed to be, but it wasn't there. Instead, a silk tapestry depicting a scene from some great epic adorned the wall.


Souta sighed. There was that look again. She never seemed to get used to it.


"The new house, Kagome. The new house that you bought for the family?"


"Oh...yeah...right." With a groan, Kagome shoved her covers off the canopy bed and rolled off onto the marble flooring. Where there should've been a big fuzzy carpet was cold, hard black marble.


"OWWWWWWWWW!" yelled Kagome, even louder than before. She had not been expecting to fall on marble, which only made the experience much more painful. In the process of falling, she had also managed to scrape her ankle against the mini-step ladder (A/N: What do you call those things again?). It was made of possibly the hardest wood on the planet. The result of her own clumsiness: a huge red mark right across her ankle.


"Man, just my good luck! Might as well crown me Queen Clumsy! Now I won't be able to wear those new flip-flops! Guess I'll have to make do with the blue sneakers," grumbled Kagome unhappily. She definitely rolled off the wrong side of the bed that morning.


With a discouraged sigh, Kagome pulled herself up and stumbled towards the glass door that led out of the room. Her forgotten green slippers were left behind.


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Traffic. It was exactly what she needed to make her day even worse than it already was. Kagome had a funny feeling that she was not going to be making a good first impression on her professors.


The glass screen between Kagome and the driver rolled down with an audible squeak. Even though the limo was new, it had a "problem" with the screen.


"Ms. Higurashi, there's some bad traffic. If you would like, I will call in the helicopter to fly you out of her and get you to your hotel," said the chauffer.


"Hotel?! What do you mean "hotel"? I'm staying at my dormitory, aren't I?" asked a confused Kagome.


"Oh, I'm very sorry for causing you such panic. In the letter that was sent to all the drivers by the college board, it states that the dormitory is actually a five star hotel. Each student will be given a separate room. The room will be yours to use until the year ends, Ms. Higurashi" she replied.


"I‘m fine. I was just worried for a minute. Don't call me Ms. Higurashi, it's too formal. Kagome or Kags will be fine. We're all family anyways. About the helicopter, I don't think I want to wake the pilot, Ms..." Kagome stopped for a second.


"Kiorin will do, Kagome."


"Well, Kiorin, the traffic should be gone in a few minutes," lied Kagome. From 7:00 a.m. until 8:00 the road was always jammed. She should know. It was the same road to the mall.


"Okay, Kagome." With a little flick of a switch, Kiorin rolled the screen back up, leaving Kagome to ponder about the hotel alone. As the minutes ticked by, she slowly drifted off to sleep.


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All of a sudden, Kagome woke up, only to find that she was still in the car. At least the traffic had cleared up. Kagome expected to arrive at the hotel any minute, so she waited.


The fates were against her that day and time dragged on uneventfully. Unfortunately, she had had no idea that the ride would be so long. Consequentially, she hadn't bothered to bring anything in her purse that could be considered amusing. Instead, Kagome settled for twisting her vanilla chap stick up and down. It was entertaining, for a little while. Soon, either because the sun was shining directly on it, or because chap sticks weren't made to be played with, it started melting. Kagome put it back in her purse.


Just as Kagome was about to sleep again, something in the distance caught Kagome's attention. It looked like a giant S-shaped building on top of a T-shaped building, if that was possible. The structure was divided from the highway by a draw-bridge and moat. That wasn't something you saw everyday.


"What's that building thingy majig? Do you know, Kiorin?" asked Kagome while she rolled down the screen.


"That, Kagome, is the hotel you will be staying in. Pretty flashy, isn't it?" answered Kiorin.


"That! THAT is the HOTEL! Are you SURE? It looks more like some modern-day castle to me!" said Kagome.


"Yep, I'm sure. It's supposed to be owned by some billionaire dude. I hear he's quite young," replied Kiorin.


"Sheesh! I guess the world is full of surprises! The guy must be a genius!" stated Kagome in disbelief.


Kiorin smiled. She had seen the hotel a bunch of times before, so she wasn't as astonished. For first-timers like Kagome though, they tended to be a bit more "crazy", as she called it. Once, she had seen a driver literally stop on the middle of the highway just to stare at the building.


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As they neared the hotel, Kagome spotted nearly thirty stretch limos, and 13 normal ones. There were about 18 Mercedez Benz cars, 26 Porsches, 5 BMW’s, and 7 Ferrari’s on the hotel driveway that she could see. The place was practically packed with expensive cars, and there were even 2 helicopters on the heliport.


“I have never heard of traffic on a driveway before! Now that I have, I think it’s ridiculous! And I thought getting the limo to the front door would be easy!” complained Kagome to herself.


Finally, after almost 30 minutes of waiting, a handsome man dressed in a red velvet suit opened the door.


“Are you Higurashi Kagome?” he asked in a deep baritone voice while checking a something off a list.


“Yes, I am. Are you the owner of this hotel?” Kagome said.


“No, no, of course not, Ms. Higurashi.” The man’s head was shaking from side to side violently.


“Who is the owner of the hotel?” questioned Kagome.


“Umm…you will find out when the time is right.” Hastily, the man helped her out of the limo and took her suitcase out of the trunk, setting it gently beside her. It was painfully obvious that he was “tactfully” avoiding the subject.

In a second, the limo was gone, and the young man had left to help the next person out. With nothing to help her stall the inevitable any more, Kagome bravely decided to face her fears.


‘Here goes,’ she thought as she nervously entered through one of the five double-sliding doors.

Hey, it's Fantasies! Anyways, I know that that was a really really REALLY short chapter, but I promise that the next few will be way longer! Come to think of it, I think that was the shortest chapter I have ever written! Please review and tell me what you think about it! I would really, truly appreciate it. Thanks for reading!

~Fantasies





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