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Much Too Young	By : moosegirl13 Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 1896 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Three
I look at
something, but I never really see it. I hear things, but I never listen. And I
touch without actually feeling. To me, the world around me is numb. I wish not
to feel the pain of everyday life so I block it�I block it the only way I know
how to. I create a barrier around my heart so you can�t see the true me. I
don�t want friends to turn me aside so I don�t tell them. I�m afraid. I�m
afraid of being alone, and I�m afraid that if I do tell then everything will
change. I don�t want things to change. I figure that the way things are now
should stay the same. That, without complexity I will survive on my own, and
someday I can be happy. Or perhaps, I feel like I deserve whatever treatment I
am currently getting. I feel like I�ve done something wrong and as such I need
to be punished. Either way, it�s all my fault�all my fault.
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The sound of
black birds calling in the distance brought Kagome out of her dream like state.
She looked up to the sky. The surrounding trees were bear of leaves as the
winter cold stripped them away the previous month. The black birds were sitting
on the lowest branches, some twenty feet from the ground, looking at her with
their beady black eyes. One cawed at her causing the others to do the same.
Jumping slightly at the unexpected noise, she stuck her hands into her front
pockets and headed to the nearest tree. Tohru had asked her to meet everyone
here. Kagome assumed that she was busy rounding everyone up.
Sitting down
in the freshly fallen snow, not caring in the least if she got wet, Kagome
sighed and closed her eyes. She shuddered again as she heard the caws of the
black birds. She hated the birds with a passion. Leaning against the trunk of
the tree, she opened her eyes and took out her sketchpad once again. This, this
was one of her many releases. When she drew all her problems seemed to go away
(at least temporary). But on some occasions it caused her to remember the
things she has so desperately tried to forget. About the nights when she felt
all alone in the world known as hell. About the times when HE would show up.
She shook
herself out of another one of her many daydreams. She had promised not to think
of anything related to that while she was at school. Kagome flipped to a blank
page and started to move her hand freely across the paper. How she wished to be
that pencil. To be free and do what you wished. But then again, the pencil is
never really free, is it? No, it needs someone to guide it along its way,
someone to tell it what to do.
�Hey.�
Kagome jumped
and spun her head around to look at the stranger who was interrupting her
peace. Her eyes narrowed as she looked at him. �What�s with this school? Have
the students never heard of a dress code?�
�Well, aren�t
you going to say �hello� back?�
Kagome blinked
out of her stupor and shifted uneasily. Her eyes trailed across his up his body
and landed on his head. �And what�s with the students having unnatural hair
color? It kind of reminds me of THEM��
�Umm�hello?�
she replied meekly. Kagome wasn�t sure what to make of this boy. With his white
and black hair along with his gaudy necklaces Kagome was sure that his
reputation screamed punk ��that or raver.�
�You�re the
new kid, aren�t you? Kind of quiet if you ask me�
Not knowing
what to say in a situation such as this, Kagome nodded her head up and down
slowly. �Yes. Why?� The boy looked at her for a minute before he too sat down
in the snow next to her.
�Tohru said
that you would be here. She wanted me to make sure that you were still here and
haven�t gone yet,� he looked at her, �my name is Hatsuharu, but you may call me
Haru if you want. Everyone else does.�
�Oh, so you
know Honda-san?� Kagome couldn�t help but become interested. This Tohru had so
many friends? �Well, I guess it�s only natural for someone who is so
compassionate towards others.�
�Yes, she�s
very popular with my family. So, I hear that you are going to hang out with us.
Tohru wanted to stop by at Shigure�s first. If that�s alright?� Haru took his
gloves out of his pocket and started to put them on.
�Hmm�that name
sounds oddly familiar.� �Oh�Well, that�s alright�I guess. I just have to be
home soon, that�s all.� Kagome took her eyes off of Hatsuharu and went back to
her sketching. Haru looked over her shoulder to see her drawing a western
dragon. To put it simply, the art work was beautiful. He was sure that if the
art came to life, then the dragon would have a quality of gracefulness and
mysteriousness to it. And yet, the drawing seemed to speak to ones soul. It�s
gorgeous deadly looking eyes told of hidden sorrows and loneliness. They spoke
of bondage and a life full of suffering. �Could this be what she feels?� he
thought for a brief moment.
�Haru!
Gome-chan!�
Kagome and
Hatsuharu looked up at the same time to see Tohru along with Yuki, Kyo, and
Momiji walking towards them.
�Gome-chan?
Nobody�s called me Gome-chan since I was nine years old�� Kagome absently
thought.
�Sorry it took
so long. Are you guys ready?� Tohru asked with her usual cheerful smile on her
face. She was delighted that Kagome was coming over. Too bad Hana-chan and
Uo-chan couldn�t come over today, then they could all get to know one another.
Kagome had put
her sketchpad back into her book bag and stood up along with Haru. �Yes,� Haru
replied as Kagome nodded yes as well. They all headed down the road in
comfortable silence. Every once in a while Kyo would sneak a peek at his new
classmate and wonder why she was so mysterious. Shrugging it off, he put his
hands into his pockets as well.
When they
reached their destination, all were glad to finally be out of the cold. �Great,
THEY are here. Just what we need!� Kyo exclaimed, referring to the car parked
out on the driveway. Kagome looked at the car, and then at the fuming faces of
Yuki and Kyo, then back at the car. She couldn�t but feeling apprehensive.
They all
stepped inside the house, Kagome a little reluctant at first, and made their
way to the living room. What Kagome saw when she first entered the room made
her stop in her tracks. What were THEY doing here? Her eyes went wide as she
looked them over. They looked the same, albeit a little older. Was God tricking
her? Was he punishing her by making her think that THEY were here? No, he
wasn�t. They were real. And suddenly, she was afraid. Afraid if they would
remember her or if they have forgotten. Afraid of what they would think of her
if they did remember.
Unknowing to
Kagome, three pairs of eyes widened as well. They thought that they would never
see her again. After they got banned from visiting her� Was this a gift from
God? Surely, it was.
�Gome-chan?�
Ayame spoke. It seemed forever since he had spoken her name, and in all reality
it almost was (to him, at least).
Kagome
noticeably stiffened at the name and an urge went through her body. So, she
followed the urge. She ran out of the house and as far as her legs could go.
----------------Meanwhile
back at the house----------------
Four teenagers
looked at the three adults in confusion. What had just happened? Did Higurashi-san
know the three idiots? Before anyone could ask questions, Shigure sighed.
He stood up
from his spot on the floor and looked down at his two best friends. Hatori
looked indifferent, except for his eyes. His eyes held a longing but at the
same time happiness. Aaya had a similar look in his eyes but his feelings were
also shown on his face.
�When
Gome-chan was five we were hired as her babysitters and soon became her really
good friends.�
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A/N: O_o Dun dun dun!

Thanks so much, Dee Nekura. I�m
glad you like it! Also, thanks for all the incouragement. It means a lot.

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