InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ You're My Princess, Kagome ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

REI'S CORNER: Hello and welcome all to You're My Princess, Kagome!!!!! I'd like to thank all of my loyal reviewers who read all of my stories and who have decided to pick up and read this one.

 

I got the inspiration to write this story when I visited Disney World in the spring time. But it has nothing to do with Disney World, and I don't think that it has any relation to the place. It is revolved around a theme park, and the people who work there, yes, but it has NOTHING to do with Disney World. Thank you.

 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inuyasha.

 

 

~Chapter One~

 

A small, black car pulled up to the curb. Outside, one could see the sun blazing down onto the street, creating heat waves in every direction.

It was very early in the morning though, so no one was around yet. Just the road, the bus stop, and the huge doors across the street. The huge orange and white doors.

 

The door to the black car opened and a young woman jolted out. She walked briskly toward the orange doors, her heels clicking against the stone walk-way as she paced through. She had her dark hair tied into a slightly sloppy ponytail that sat atop her head, and she wore light, casual clothes. This woman who walked so quickly had a job to do. This woman was named Kagome.

 

This was her second job interview after the big move, and after her first failed attempt at snatching a job, and the first electric bill, she hoped to finally gain a way to make money. `Terre' This was the name of the world behind the orange and white doors. This was her opportunity to keep her new home and all that was in it.

 

There was a big sign on the door indicating that the job interviews were taking place in the office building just to the right of the large doors. Kagome followed the arrow into the office and sat down near the front where the secretary told her to.

 

“Now, where is Ms. Higurashi?” a deep voice said.

 

Kagome stood and walked over to the man, stating her place and shaking his hand. The man then led her into a large room, presumably his personal office. They then took their seats and the interview began.

 

“How long have you been working, Ms. Higurashi?” he asked.

“Well I haven't exactly done theme parks. But I did work at a local theater when I was in high school.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes, sir. I would say that I've cleaned up well.”

“Well that's good to know.” he smiled.

“I'm sure that I could clean up well here also, sir.”

“I'm sure that you could. So I'm guessing that an audition is out of the question due to you skill level, eh?”

Kagome frowned. “ An audition? I mean it is up to you sir, but I hardly think that is necessary. I follow orders, I do my job, plain and simple.”

“Quite to the point, aren't we?” he asked. Kagome gave a nod in the affirmative.

“I like your style, Higurashi, you're hired.”

“Oh, thank you so much sir! I won't let you down!”

“It's quite alright, Ms. Higurashi. Of course we'll start you off with small parts. We'll have you taking it easy until you get used to how things work here. We'll give you a call first thing Monday morning to set up when you should first come in and your salary, etcetera.”

 

They both stood and shook hands once again.

 

“Thank you sir, I will do my best.” she said.

“Of course. Welcome aboard.”

 

Kagome gave him a smile and walked out to return to her car. Her new boss walked over to his secretary's desk and handed her Kagome's portfolio.

 

“Make a note to call Ms. Higurashi Monday morning and set up a new work schedule. Also, would you please make sure that she gets a locker and all of the necessities to start off.”

 

“Yes, sir. And what department will she be joining?”

“Entertainment.” he said.

 

 

~*~

 

`I got the job' Kagome thought. She pulled into her small garage spot and took the stairs up to her apartment.

 

Most of it was settled. She only had a few more boxes left to unpack. (Mainly things that she had nowhere to put.) Her new apartment turned out to be a bit smaller than she thought, and she had a shortage of space. Hopefully with this new job, she could save up to get a new apartment.

 

She turned on her stove and boiled some water for pasta. She thought back to her interview and how quickly it went by. `And to think, cleaning with Mama has taken me such a long way.' she thought.

 

Kagome began cleaning houses when she was about four years old. Her mother owned a small cleaning business, and Kagome would love to help out. It started with little things, like picking up trash, and dusting, but by the time she was ten, she was vacuuming and washing walls by herself. Eventually social services got on their case, stating that what Kagome was doing was considered as `child labor' and she had to stop. But then, as she said in her interview, she was able to get a janitorial job at the local movie theater when she was in high school. She never really made any mistakes, was what her boss told her. And he was right. When you had Kagome Higurashi on your staff, not one, single thing would be left uncleaned.

 

The phone rang. She jumped at the sudden shrill of her new telephone, but she did not move from her spot. She didn't care who was calling her right now. As a matter of fact, she hadn't cared who had been calling her since she moved there.

 

She was tired of talking to people. She just wanted to be on her own for a while. That's why she liked to clean. She could just scrub away at the floor, or whatever she was doing, and no one would ever be around. If for some reason there would be completely ignored. No one ever paid attention to the lowly person who was picking up everyone's trash.

 

That was just how she liked it.

 

Her water was boiling and she went over and turned off the stove, deciding that she wasn't in the mood for pasta. Instead, she grabbed a cereal bar from the cabinet and went to her bedroom.

 

The bedroom was spotless. Kagome frowned though, and grabbed a roll of paper towels off of the shelf. Here was her usual routine. She opened the shades to the window and wiped at it until she could see her own reflection clearly, then she proceeded to `dust' off her small tv and stereo set. (Even though there was no dust in the first place.) Finally, she swept under her medium-sized bed to dispose of any `dust bunnies'.

 

When Kagome was finished, she changed into her pajamas and sat on the bed with her cereal bar. `I wonder if I will ever go through a day without doing that.' she thought.

Yet she already knew the answer to that.

 

The whole routine started when she was about thirteen years old. Every single night, she would do that. Every night. She never told anyone that she did it, for the fear of being judged or labeled. `OCD anyone?' But it was just something that she had to do. Many times she tried to stop, but she couldn't. If she didn't do her nightly routine, she didn't sleep. She would be up with a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, until she did it. She hated the horrible feeling. It was same feeling that she got when she was in school. She had to deal with the feeling at school, but at home, she couldn't deal with it. She needed the horrible feeling to go away. And that's what the cleaning did for her.

 

Well, that is, until she turned nineteen.

 

Kagome was a senior in highschool. (She was a year behind due to her late birthday.) And her horrible feeling was the worst of all her years. Sometimes she would have to do her nightly routine twice, or more, just to distinguish the feeling. She didn't know who she was anymore, or where she was headed in life.

 

And then he showed up.

His name was Hiten.

 

She met him at her job one wintry day. She was making the Saturday night shift, and that was when it was the worst. Saturday night was when everyone came to the movies. Popcorn on the floor, spilled ketchup and other liquids on the floors and walls, you name it. Kagome was prepared for a long, peaceful night to herself.

 

She had her broom and dustpan ready, and she was in theater nine. It was easy to remember the theater number because some immature teenagers had stuck gum on the outline of the actual nine, on the sign. And she had to pick it off.

 

She was trying her best to mop Mountain Dew up off of the floor, when the doors to the theater opened and a tall, dark-haired young man walked in. He stopped when he caught sight of her, and she looked up at him.

 

“This theater is closed for cleaning. Wait for thirty minutes before coming back.” she told him.

 

The guy scoffed and took some strides down the aisles, until he was right next to her.

 

“Actually, I left my wallet in here. Have you seen it? I was sitting just around here.”

 

Kagome only shook her head and went back to her mopping the sticky mess off of the floor. She simply ignored the other person as he began searching through the chairs. He was there for around ten minutes, and Kagome was beginning to get annoyed. This guy was ruining her peace and quiet!

 

“My name's Hiten.” the guy said out of nowhere.

 

Kagome stopped. Why was he talking to her? She was only there to clean. She started getting nervous, and she moved to another end of the cinema and began to sweep potato chips from the seats.

 

“What's your name?” he asked.

“Shouldn't you be looking for your wallet?” Kagome replied.

 

The guy who called himself Hiten scoffed and made his way back up the aisles and to the exit. “If you find it, let me know.” he told her, and then he left.

 

Kagome didn't know what had happened, but she simply busied herself with her job. Yet, that night, she forgot to dust under the bed. And she slept fine.

 

The following week, Hiten showed up again, stating that he was still looking gor his wallet. He did the same thing that he had done before, and he came back the next week. And the next week, and the next one, and so on.

 

Kagome was beginning to get accustomed to him showing up. Sooner or later she found out all about him. She learned that they went to the same school, and that they were the same age. He was a member of the drama club, and he tutored after school on Wednesdays. He told her all of this, but she never told him anything about herself. He would just come in, talk to her, look for that wallet, and then leave. She never even told him her name, and she rarely saw him at school. They were almost like secret friends, yet he knew nothing about her.

 

That is, until one day at school. Kagome was cleaning out her locker, and Hiten came around the corner. He smiled at her. That was something that he did do often whenever they did cross paths in the large school building. But kagome never acknowledged it. That was why this time she was shocked to find herself smiling back at him for some reason. He also seemed shocked at her action.

 

He then waved at her slightly. And even more shocking, she waved back at him.

 

That very day he sought her out after school, just before she left for work. She was re-stocking her locker for the next day. He appeared, almost out of nowhere, leaning against the locker next to hers.

 

“So what's your name?” Hiten asked nonchalantly.

And that time, Kagome answered.

Then he asked her out.

And she said yes.

 

See, up until then, she never noticed that he was so tall, around six-foot. He had this tanned skin that matched hers, and behind thin, brown glasses, he had amazing blue eyes. Never in her life had Kagome been attracted to anyone in that way, but he was the first, and she wasn't about to let that spark that he gave her go away.

 

Plus, the night that he took her out to dinner and asked her to be his girlfriend, Kagome forgot to even clean her room before she went to bed. She fell asleep like anyone else would, and she dreamed for the first time in her life.

 

Suddenly the power flicked off and on again. Kagome sighed heavily and removed the empty cereal bar wrapper from her comforter and onto the floor. She watched it for three hours, waiting for sleep to come. But after the fourth hour she was fed up, and jumped out of bed. She picked up the wrapper and threw it in the trash angrily. When the wrapper was squared away in the garbage can, she climbed back into bed.

 

The minute her head hit the pillow, she was asleep.