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Silver Lining	By : KagomeKat15 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 2403 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: So sorry for the long wait for an update�my new job�s kind of gotten me into the vibe of work, be lazy, sleep, work, so on, etc. I�m completely wiped�but a dancer�s got to do what a dancer�s got to do�I didn�t have the time to do the review thing, but I really appreciate them and will be answering those (along with any others) in the next update.
I am going to answer what drake220 asked so if there are others asking as well: Senora is a term meant like Madame�(Mrs., Ms., Miss, -san, -sama, not just Mrs. even though that�s what it�s usually used for, it can also be used as a woman in higher authority, as in a teacher, instructor, etc.) Miroku was so angry everyone opted on calling his sister Senora as her students would, knowing it would upset him even more to say her name. So, my Senora is Miroku�s sister, who�s name will be given later in the story.
Understand? Confused? Leave it in a review or e-mail me or something. (lol) Sorry�its just that its 12:30 in the morning and I�m trying to get this done fast.
Enjoy!
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Chapter 1 ~ Departures:

Lightening flashed once, and a small, compact car was seen going over the fifteen-miles-per-hour speed limit set for the almost barren parking lot it was speeding in. Thunder rolled loudly, the only sound heard besides a routine airplane lifting off towards its destination.
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It was one of those days. You know, those days where the weather seems to match your mood, and the people around you feel about just as shitty as you do.
To an optimist, the rain is beautiful; the earth seems as if its getting another chance, all its impurities and lingering sadness washed away with a storm. The clear, unpolluted liquid falls, repetitively falling like sparkling gems, until the sky is a spotless blue, and the grass a bright green. The optimist feels lazy, wanting to bask in the moment of serenity the rain sometimes seems to bring�like I used to.
But to a pessimist, like how I could now relate to�the rain seems to only get in the way.
Turning off the ignition to my, our, car�I rested my chin on the steering wheel as I now sat in one of the many parking places of the airport. I watched as the rain noisily pounded all over the car, my thoughts all jumbled and unfocused. I bet you could see it in my eyes�
�because I�m SO easy to read.
It�s almost scary�leaving like this. But I�ve always been hard-headed and determined, and I�ve always been respected as who I am by what I am. No matter what, though�in the past I�d al had had that one thing�that one person to lean back on when making decisions as scary as the one I was so determined to make right now�
But�what do you do when the decision you�re making is against that one special person? What do you do when they�ve shown their ass, making them untrustworthy?
What DO you do??
I don�t know. And I had hoped that I�d never have to know.
But I did�and I still don�t.
Leaning back, I pulled the keys from the ignition, sliding them into my pocket as I reclined back into my seat. I looked out the side window, spotting a little boy running in the downpour to catch up to his mother, slipping in a puddle on the pavement. I watched on as the young, twenty-something girl�s large, bright blue eyes widened at the scene as she rushed over with her huge yellow umbrella to help her son up out of the water. Picking him up to sit him on her hip, she gave him a warm, loving smile as she brushed his dark brown hair�identical to hers�out of his forest green orbs. She gave him a small motherly kiss on the tip of his nose before continuing her trek towards the entrance of the airport.
Sighing, I looked down into my khaki-covered lap. My eyes traced over the barely noticeable faded ketchup stain on top, and slightly to the side, of my left thigh.
My god, I thought. If he and I had kids�I couldn�t have even thought of leaving him.
The bastard.
I gave a soft snort at the mere thought of a mini-him�if he�d be anything like the boy I met when I was five years old, his nose wouldn�t exactly fit his face quite right until he reached about eleven or twelve years.
Pulling the sleeve of my gray jacket up my forearm, I glanced at my watch to check the time.
10:45 a.m.
I still had another hour and a half before my flight even started boarding�
My eyes wandered over to the object occupying the passenger seat of the car. I shook my head slightly at it, causing a few rather annoying strands of my hair to move into my line of vision.
I didn�t even bother to mess with my fucked up hair as I stared at the case that was holding the only possession we actually �shared�. That guitar was the first gift I ever received from him that wasn�t edible or disposable.
But that is NOT what makes it special.
It was ONLY special to me because I had gotten it autographed. I felt as my lips unconsciously curled into a small smile at the memory�
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�Uh uh�don�t even think about peeking.�
Dropping my hands unceremoniously in my lap, I still struggled, trying to find a way to magically see through the bandana he had used as a blindfold to cover my eyes. I gave a huge dramatic sigh as we rode in the same car we own now.
�Why won�t you just tell me where you�re taking me, Whack?�
I could hear the smile in his soft voice as he reached across the seat to tweak my nose, �After all the years we�ve been together you still can�t remember my name, Boomquisha?�
I wrinkled my nose in his direction, �No�Whack�s more appealing at the moment�after all, you did almost whack off Nick�s hand while you both��
�Oh!� he exclaimed loudly. �We�re here!�
The car shook a little as he eased his way out of it. I heard a small click as he unlocked the trunk, apparently getting something out before slamming it back shut. As he unlocked my door, I untied the bandana, taking it off. I reached for his outstretched hand as he pulled me out of the car, his blue-green eyes bright; almost smiling in his excitement about whatever it was I was still clueless about.
I blinked a view times, trying to clear my vision and focus my eyes on our surroundings�wherever the hell he�d taken me.
�Kale�where ARE we??�
�Baby,� he breathed as he slipped the enclosed guitar into my grasp by the handle. I looped my other arm into his as I realized that we were at an almost stadium-size concert arena. �Remember how you wanted me to get you that new Lenny Kravitz CD?�
I felt my eyes widen as he continued, my dark orbs catching a glimpse of a nearby flier.
�I thought�that maybe, this might be better.�

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Reaching back into the backseat of the same exact car from my memory, my fingers grabbed at the tissue box that sat there somewhere. Wiping my eyes, I noticed once again how bad my right hand looked. That one good punch to the mirror really fucked it up. The blood trails were all now a dried dark maroon color, cuts adorned it from just about any angle, and there was one huge gash from where a larger shard of glass had caught the back of my hand pretty good.
Silently cursing my slipped judgment, I pulled out my compact mirror from my purse, which had also been thrown in the backseat, to check my lip. Flipping it open, I realized that it felt worse than it looked�just a small split in the bottom corner�no big ass deal.
Clamping the compact back shut, I tossed it back into my purse, grabbing it and my suitcase from the back of the car before turning around in my seat. My eyes caught onto the guitar case that was falling apart as I searched for an umbrella.
Should I really take it? It might get ruined�
But where can I find another guitar like that one, anyway?
Oh no..., I suddenly remembered. I forgot my shoes...
Placing a hand on the steering wheel, I used it as a sort of stress therapy as I gripped it so hard my knuckles were white.
My face slacked in helplessness as I let my hand fall into my lap. What's the point in taking them anyway, I thought sadly, when you picked a guy over a dream...
...your dream of being a professional dancer...
A grimace of a smile touched my sore lips as I remembered what my brother had said to me after telling him I was moving in with Kale...

"Don't put all your trust in him...he is a guy, and no matter how he acts now, he'll always think like every other man you meet, making him a selfish, foolish boy."

My eyes dulled at the memory of how smart my younger brother had always been.
"I should have listened to you, Kohaku...but its too late now."
Heaving a huge sigh, I snatched up the black, almost faded to grey case as I kicked open the car door. Stepping out into the freezing storm, I started pulling all of the items out; I placed the suitcase atop the roof of the car, as well as my purse, while setting the guitar case against the car�s side panel temporarily.
I paused a second, my hand on the door, ready to close it. Thinking a moment, I rolled my eyes in frustration as I pulled up the hood of my light grey jacket, now freckled with dark grey splotches thanks to the rain, over my dampened head. I fished inside my pants pocket, finding the keys. Throwing them harshly on top of the driver�s seat of the car, I slammed the locked door shut.
�You don�t deserve this car�but you can have it if you can ever get it opened, you son of a bitch,� I voiced out loud, yet it was lost to the sound of thunder suddenly clapping.
Hurriedly, I opened up the light purple and blue, water-colored umbrella, seeking its shelter from the cold downpour. Shivering a little, I shouldered my purse and slid my heavy suitcase off the top of the car, effectively leaving a few deep scratches on the roof. Snatching up the handle of the guitar case once more, I left the car in the parking lot with the only set of keys to it locked inside.
Thankfully, my tears were lost in the torrent of wind and rain�no one would�ve ever suspected that I was crying.
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Lightening flashed again across the dark morning sky, highlighting a young woman with her long, wet chestnut hair sticking to her face and neck as she walked with her head held high, a suitcase in one hand and a guitar case in the other.
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Whew...that took more than I thought it would...haha...ignore me...
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