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Abi Saret
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Summary:
Kagome and Syia were inseparable - "joined at the hip" some would say. Where one was the other was not too far behind, two cousin's bond put to the ultimate test as tragedy strikes - dividing the two apart. But now, tweleve years later, Syia returns to Japan and the family she was torn apart from. New friends and enemies are made as the new school year at the university starts, and Syia is trapped to share a dorm room with none other than the "ice prince", Sesshomaru Takahashi, of a school project. Will she and the others be able to survive through the year?

Thoughts: ��
Speech: ��
Time/Setting Shift: ~*~

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by huntress � 2005
Prologue

She stared straight ahead across the snowy white sand as she
sat alone in the sun�s rays. The wind
blowing ever so gently, lifting the small grains of matter into the air to
dance with it before settling back on the ground. She could see how someone could miss the
beauty in the desert, its sandy plains being almost completely bare from any
vegetation and bodies of water. The sun
playing across the sky with no hopes of hiding its form behind a cloud � its
heat continuously radiating down filling the land with its warmth. But didn�t they see that that was its beauty?

No. She didn�t expect
people to see the desert the way she did.
After all, the desert was in her blood.
It spoke to her in ways that she knew that others wouldn�t
understand. Like how music would speak
and dance to musicians and song writers.
Or how a carefully rehearsed ballet would make those who love and
cherish it cry and weep. It was that
feeling that one needed to fully understand the beauty in things. Even in the things that seem the most bare
and plain of them all.

A small breeze graced her face. The wonderful feeling eloping her in its
peaceful presence, her eyes closing in contentment. It circled her; up the beige cargo pants she
wore, dancing across her white tank top, over her neck and face, traveling
through her hair before disappearing behind her.

Her eyes open slowly, a sigh escaping her. By Ra, she loved this place. It was the only place she felt whole and at
peace. But like every thing else in the
world, nothing lasted forever. It was
time for her to leave, and she was going to miss this place.

Shifting of the sand reached her ears, her head turning as a
warm and welcoming smile spread across her face as her eyes landed on her
beloved Uncle and guardian.

�Dewa, khered,� he greeted, kissing her softly on the
forehead as he joined her.

�Dewa, Uncle. How fairs the temple this morning?�

Sabola A�Ramin, loyal Priest and servant of Anubis, was
known well amongst the town as a peaceful and welcoming man. Everyday, he said, was a blessing that should
be cherished and lived without morose or regret. As life was short and there was little time
to dwell on insignificant things as doubt and worry. He knew of hardships and pain that some
people would possibly never experience, but still he lived life joyously. Even after losing almost everyone he came to
love and care for.

He grew up in a small hut with his parents and his younger
sister. His family was not rich by any
means but neither were they poor. They
made enough to get by, struggling here and there a few times like everyone else
would. Sickness hit his family more than
the average amount in other families; mainly it was his mother that fell
ill. He and his father would work extra
hard during those times to pay for medical assistance, while his sister would
attend to their dying mother. She died
not too long after the fourth time of falling ill.

His father grew distant after that, violent as well. He would beat Sabola to near death before
passing out from the alcohol that laced his veins. But not once did Sabola resist, knowing that
if he were to fight back than his father would turn to his sister and beat her
in front of him as a sense of punishment.

For years he lived under that same roof, staying only to
protect his sister from the vicious beatings that would sure fall unto her if
he were to leave. But it still didn�t
seem to satisfy his father�s lust of power nor diminish the sorrow he felt from
the lost of his wife. And Sabola�s
efforts to protect his baby sister went to waste. Kalila, Sabola�s sister, grew as the time
went by and soon matured into a creature that matched her mother�s beauty. And it wasn�t long for his father to notice
the changes.

Sabola could still remember the screams that night. Shaking him awake from the unconscious world
that his father�s newest beating had put him in. Fear and dread consuming him as his eyes took
in the sight of his father slapping his sister across the face. Her body bending and twisting in their
father�s hands, trying to escape as he beat and shook her like a rag doll.

He didn�t know how or where the strength to move came from,
even to this day he could not. But when
he saw his father throw his sister over the table, hand pressed into her back
to hold her down as the other went about lifting her skirts, Sabola was on his
feet and on his father in a blink of an eye.

He took her away that night.
Staying only long enough to grab some food and clothing for them both
before walking out into the night, leaving their old life behind. They stayed at the temple that night, moving
out when the sun�s rays hit the sand.
For years they wandered, working little jobs here and there to earn
enough money to by food and new clothing, never staying in the same place for
too long.

Their journey finally came to an end in a small town by the
Denial. Only half of it was built at the
time, the temple being the only structure that was already completely
finished. They took shelter there,
helping out with everything they could.
Sabola leaving everyday to help out with the construction of the town as
Kalila would stay behind at the temple, cooking and cleaning along side the
temple�s priestesses.

Time passed and soon the town was fully built. They found themselves reluctant to leave, at
least finding a small sense of peace that they were searching for in this
town. The people welcomed them with open
arms and smiling faces.

It wasn�t long after that that Sabola started to train to
become a fellow priest of Anubis.
Wanting so much to repay the great god for the strength to protect his
sister that faithful night. It was here
that he met his beloved wife, Kiki. They
married after a few short years of courting, making their home at the temple as
the elder priest passed down the title to Sabola.

It was a first time in a long time that Sabola had found
happiness, the same happiness that soon followed after to his sister when a
stranger came passing through.

Sabola smiled at the memory.
The look on his sister�s face when she first saw Akio was priceless to
say the least. Shock as well as
bewilderment mixed as she stared at him from across the street had him
convinced that his sister had found her soul mate. It didn�t take much to get them to meet, just
a small invitation to dinner at the temple on his part was all it took. They fell in love in a few short weeks, and
when the time for Asako to leave came, it did not surprise him that Kalila was
leaving with him.

A wedding was held that night, binding his sister forever to
that man. Vows of love exchanged and
promises of the future were made.
Morning came too quick for Sabola and he soon found himself saying
goodbye to his baby sister as she prepared to leave for her new life. He stood there with Kiki in the morning sun
rise, waving as he watched his sister disappear in the horizon. Only to get word nine short months later that
he had a new born baby niece.

Sabola felt tears sting the back of his eyes as the memories
faded. Leaving him sitting in the sand,
the sun shining down on his face, beside the only living part he had left of
his sister.

�Are you nervous?� He
asked quietly, not wanting to disturb the peaceful silent around them.

�No�� she whispered back.
�And yes. It�s been such a long
time. I think my Japanese is a little
rusty.�

He chuckled softly at her honesty. �You have nothing to fear, khered. It will all come back to you. It is in your blood after all.�

Warm honey-hazel eyes met with his and he found himself
melting at the sight. The color suited
her so well, the perfect mixture of her mother and father shining back at him.

Sabola cupped her face lovingly in his hands, placing
another kiss on her forehead. �Your
parents would be proud of you, khered.�

Tears filled her eyes at the mention of her parents. �Arigato, Uncle.�

�Aha! You see? Your Japanese is coming back already!� They shared a small laugh before he sighed
and patted her lightly on the leg.
�Come, we better get you to the airport or you�ll miss your plane.�

�You say that like it�s a bad thing.� She joked as her uncle stood, brushing his pants
clean of sand.

�Nonsense. I would to
anything to keep you just where you are, but that would be selfish of me. You�ve got other family members besides me
that must miss you terribly.
Besides,� He paused, giving her
what he hoped was a stern look. �You
have school.�

The only response he got was a lifted eyebrow. �Did that look work on mewet?�

Sabola sighed, the stern lines on his face fading away. �Sadly, no.
And I�m afraid to say that I think you inherited that from her.�

Laughing, she stood up and linked arms with her beloved
uncle as she kissing his aging cheek.
�What would I do without you, uncle?�

Dark eyebrow raised in an amused matter. �You mean you wouldn�t survive without me?�

Choosing to ignore him, she pulled her uncle back towards
town. Her heart breaking a little bit
more with every step she took, knowing that it brought her closer to departing
form those she cared about.

~*~

For the tenth time in the last hour she found herself
sighing once again. It had taken all of
her courage and strength to board the plane without looking back. Knowing full well that if she cast the
smallest glance back she would find herself running back to them. Unable to leave their warm and loving arms.

It had been hard enough the first time leaving a place
that�s called home. Filled with friends
and family that care and love you and you in return. But a second time around almost felt like a
bullet to the heart. She assumed that it
was because she was too young to feel the dread of loneliness and understand
what it meant. This time around, she
knew what it was. And it hurt like a
bitch.

She felt bad for leaving them. Her Aunt and Uncle looked so proud of her but
she knew that they too felt like running to her and weeping like babes. Then there was Zahur, and how he stood there
bawling away like a three year old that just scraped his knee. God, she was going to miss them.

She soon found herself passing the time with memories of the
past. Of her and her cousin�s
�adventures� as they called them. It
didn�t matter where they were; in the kitchen, the backyard, at school or in
her cousin�s well-house � they always found a way to entertain themselves. They were always inseparable.

Until that day.

Tears brimmed the edge of her eyes at the memory. They were pretending that they were youkai
with super-human powers. It was
great. Even their grandfather put in an
appearance, yelling his head off at them not to joke about such a serious
thing. But they ignored him, laughing
and running around him screaming loudly in their fun. Soon enough they had him chasing them with
wards and omens yelling at them to be still so that he could �purify their
souls�. It was so much fun tricking him
into playing along. That was� until her
father showed up.

He looked so sad, so drained. Almost as if his soul had been sucked out and
his heart completely shattered. He had
walked up to her, cupped her check gently before picking her up. She could remember her cousin running after
them, her arm stretched out to stop and ask what was wrong. But Aunt Asako came out and stopped her.

She had hugged her dad so tight that day, knowing somehow
that that was what he needed the most at the moment. They had walked all the way home like that,
not a word uttered between them. When
they got there, he put her straight into the car and got into the driver�s
seat. He smiled at her through the
rear-view mirror but it didn�t seem to reach his eyes. As they pulled out of the driveway, she could
see some men walking in and out of her house, carrying various things that they
owned and putting them in a big truck parked out front. She wanted to badly to ask where they were
going and where mom was, but she couldn�t.

The silence had lengthened all throughout the drive, nothing
was said as she held her father�s hand as they boarded a plane. They sat in silence for the four hours that
they sat there and still nothing was said when they got off nor did a sound
pass as they drove an extra thirty minutes to a small town that looked like it
was planted in the middle of a sandbox.

They came to a stone building that looked like her cousin�s
house almost, two statues of a giant dog-like being standing on either side of
the doors. A man and a woman came out,
the same sad looks upon their faces that reflected her fathers.

It was then that the silence was broken with her tiny voice.
�Papa, where�s mama?�

It was so hard for them to explain to her as gently as they
could that her mother wouldn�t be coming back.
That she was now in heaven where she wouldn�t feel anymore pain and that
no one could ever hurt her again.

Her father had promised her that day, that no matter what,
she would never lose him too. That he
would always be there with her whenever she needed him. But that promise was not meant to be
kept. Her father had followed her mother
into the afterlife just three years after they arrived. Leaving her in the protecting arms of her
Aunt Kiki and her Uncle Sabola.

Again, a sigh escaped her.
She was sure that the person next to her was getting rather annoyed with
that sound. She ignored them, turning
her eyes to the gaze out the window as the city of Tokyo came into sight.

She continued to stare out the window as the plane reached
closer and closer to their destination.
The airport coming into view and soon enough a voice over the intercom
announced their arrival to Tokyo,
Japan and to
fasten their seat beats for landing.

�This is it�� she thought quietly to herself.

Gravity became more evident as their altitude decreased, the
plane seeming to speed up a notch as it reached the ground. The plane jolted slightly as its wheels
touched concrete, the pressure easily being felt by the many passengers. A vibrating sensation rattled soon after,
indicating that the brakes were being applied to slow their speed until they
stopped completely. The sound of the
plane�s ignition humming softly, the pilots� voice welcoming everyone to their destination
and to have a great day, then silence came from the aircraft as people stood to
gather their things and head for the exits.

Syia took a deep breath and gazed out of the window. Her eyes roaming around the various
differences that she could make out from what she could remember, everything
seemed so similar yet strange and new.
People were running around on the ground, bag-trucks pulling up to
gather the luggage stored under the plane to be brought to Baggage Claim, where
their owners would slowly collect them off the spinning caracal.

�� I�m home��

~ * ~

�Damn it, Kagome! Why
the hell are we the one�s picking up the wench?�

Inu Yasha stomped after his best friend, the scowl on his
normally handsome face showing his distress and unhappiness. He couldn�t see why they were the one�s stuck
having to pick up some relative that they haven�t seen in how ever long. It was annoying and frustrating in the least.

He had been looking forward to a day off for almost two
weeks now. He even already had a game
plan all figured out. First, he would
sleep in until about noon/one o�clock � which ever felt more alluring at that
time. Second, he would crash on the
couch for about an hour or two eating his fill of ramen before finally giving
Kagome and the others a call to possibility head out for a long night of loud
and drunken behavior.

It had been the perfect plan. But slowly, one by one, each was ruined. First his housekeeper had paid him a surprise
visit � at six in the morning! She had him up and about; making him clean
his whole apartment and then decided that she wanted him to make breakfast for her.

By the time he got her out the door he was fully awake and
any hopes of returning to bed was destroyed.
He was full from the amount of eggs, sausage, bacon and toast that the
old lady insisted on him eating, saying that he needed to keep a balance amount
of nutrients in his diet. So the thought
of even trying to eat a bowl of mouth-watering ramen not only made his stomach
turn but made him want to cry out in sorrow at the same time.

So, being awake at ten in the morning and completely stuffed
left him bored with nothing so do. So
what did he do? He decided to visit
Kagome.

He had arrived at the shrine where she lived sometime around
noon, not even bothering to call as he knew full well that she was mostly
likely up at the crack of dawn like she always was. By this time his mood was starting to lighten
somewhat, his mind already forming a new day plan with things to do.

But all thoughts of that went down the drain, again, as he
pulled up to the shrine steps to see Kagome getting ready to leave in a
cab. He didn�t even come to a complete
stop before he was halfway out of his car, telling the cabbie that she no
longer needed his service.

She wasn�t too happy about that, especially when the
cab-driver listened to him and sped off without even looking back. She said something along the lines of having
to meet and pick up her cousin or something like that. He wasn�t too sure at the moment as he was
only half listening anyways. Inu Yasha
just shrugged his shoulders and told her to get in.

Of course, imagine his surprise when she told him that they
were heading to the airport. Then, try
to imagine the frustration of having to wait almost two hours because the
flight was delayed for unknown reasons.

By the time the plane had arrived, he was about ready to
throw Kagome over his shoulder and storm out of the crowded and nosy
building. With the intention of driving
them the full forty-five minutes back to her place.

�You�re the one that decided to tag along and offered to
drive!� Kagome snapped back.

Inu Yasha growled, his ears shifting back at the anger in
her voice. �But why you?!
Why couldn�t someone else come and get her?�

�Because Ji-chin can�t see as well anymore, plus he�s having
back problems again, Souta had a soccer tournament, and it was okaa-san�s turn
to car pool for the team. I�m the only
one who wasn�t busy.� She explained. �Besides, I would have asked to do it
anyways. I haven�t seen her in almost
thirteen years. We were so close back
then.�

For the lack of anything intelligent to say in return, Inu
Yasha just �feh� in reply.

Kagome smiled at the sound.
She wasn�t sure what she would have done without him all these
years. The devastating news of her
cousin suddenly moving away almost tore out her heart. Especially when okaa-san said that she
wouldn�t be able to say good-bye � as they were already gone.

For almost a year Kagome didn�t have any friends. She had closed off to other kids after she
lost her cousin, convinced that it would happen again if she were to open up to
anyone. It was by pure, dumb luck that
she met Inu Yasha.

She was eight when they first met, and was going on to two
years of having no friends. He had just
moved to Tokyo
with his family and was in a grade higher than she was. He had passed by in the hallway when some
other kids were pushing her around.
Calling her crude names as they pushed her around in a small circle.

She could still remember the fierce look in his eyes as he
stood up to her bullies for her. His one
fist raised up in a threatening manner, his chest all puffed out trying to
intimidating them. Surprisingly enough,
they back down. But not before calling
him a disgusting, unwanted hanyou. Their
voices fading away down the hall and around the corner, laughing at how the two
�loners� deserved each other as they were both losers and had no friends.

Kagome had followed him all over the place during recesses,
sat beside him during lunch and was his partner during co-ed classes for almost
two weeks before he finally said something about. Yelling at her to leave him alone, but she
didn�t listen. Repeating the same
routine for another two days until he asked her, very rudely and very loudly,
what she wanted from him. She just
smiled at him brightly and asked him the one question she had wanted to since
he came to her rescue.

Will you be my friend?

And they had been friends ever since.

�Come on, Inu Yasha.�
Kagome said. Her hand latched
onto his own, entwining their fingers together as she gently pulled on his
arm. �The plane arrived at gate C64.�

Inu Yasha felt the corner of his mouth twitch slightly, his
body automatically obeying her silent command and followed behind her. He soon found the small smirk fading as they
reached the waiting area where soon to be boarding passengers and new arrivals
were. A small growl passed his lips as
he was once again surrounded by numerous strangers, and at some point could
have sworn that someone grabbed his ass.

The tension in his shoulders started to ease little by
little as the crowd died down. People
heading off to either board their planes or heading to the nearest exit to hail
a cab. He felt himself relax completely
when there were just a few people left lingering around the place as they
chatted and conversed.

�Do you see her anywhere?�
He asked, his tone sounding tired and bored.

�No� I don�t� Oh
wait! There! Over there!
Look Inu Yasha, look! I think
that�s her!�

Inu Yasha turned in the direction Kagome was pointing, his
sharp eye sight scanning over the few people that were left standing around
them. He wasn�t sure who exactly she was
pointing to as there where at least six people standing by the baggage caracal.

�Oh Kami, Inu Yasha��
Kagome breathed in disbelief. Her
stormy blue eyes misty a little, �Look how much she�s changed over the years.�

Unsure of who she was talking about, Inu Yasha nodded his
head in agreement. After all, the last
thing he wanted was for Kagome to think he was a complete idiot for not knowing
who or what she was talking about.

�Syia!�

Inu Yasha flattened his ears to his head at the volume of
her voice, wincing a little as a small buzz like ringing rattled his
eardrums. He turned to ask what all the
screaming was about but never even got two words out before Kagome shot
forward, leaving him standing alone with a slight ear ache.

He watched her jog away, grumbling about women and their
lack of patience in the world. He even
doubted that the person she was running to was even her cousin� that is, until
the other girl turned around.

He was suddenly reminded of the Nefertilia from the movie The Mommy as the girl
turned around, curiosity clearly showing on her small petite face at who could
possible be calling her name. He could
see a small resemblance in her features that clearly identified her as a
relative of Kagome�s in some sort.

She was of a fair height for her age, which he was guessing
to be that of nineteen or twenty. Her bodies�
length being evenly spread from upper torso, waist and legs. Even in baggy cargo pants, he could tell that
her legs were long and shapely that lead all the way to her round hips and even
farther to that of her flat, smooth stomach.
She had a decent top set of curves as well; not too small but not too
big, the type of size that wouldn�t cause any irritation and could still
attract enough attention. Her white tank
top fitted her to the T�, the light fabric enhancing the bronze golden color of
her skin.

No, it was the face that Inu Yasha could see the
resemblance. How her face had a round
yet heart-shape to it. Her small nose
sitting perfectly in the center, small, full pink lips, high cheek bones and
oval shaped eyes outlined in long, thick eyelashes. Even from where he stood, Inu Yasha could see
the speckles of brown, green and golden amber shining in her eyes. Her hair reaching the middle of her back, a
golden painted hair clasp holding the long strains in a low ponytail. Matching golden earrings handing on the sides
of her face; four in the left and three in the right.

Inu Yasha continued to stand there, staring unblinking as
his friend hugged her cousin. He could
see that the two of them were trying very hard not to cry out in open public; Kagome
failing miserably as her cousin successfully pushed them back.

The sound of his name snapped him back to reality, and Inu
Yasha began to walk slowly over to the two girls as Kagome waved him over. He could feel the new comer�s eyes trailing
over him, the feeling bringing a small lump to his throat. He knew that he looked good. Standing around six-foot, built but not
overly so. His skin tanned and bronzed
but nothing compared to her own. His
long silver-white hair hanging loosely behind him, his ears flicking ever so
often on top of his head. He had an
arrogant looking face that could be considered handsome this day and age, with
thick eyebrows and hard, golden eyes.

Kagome smiled as Inu Yasha stopped beside her, the look on
his face clearly showing his discomfort.
She knew how much he hated meeting new people and that the only reason
he was sticking around was for her stack.
Which was one of the main reasons why she loved him so much.

�Inu Yasha,� Kagome looped her arm through his again. The tension in his body slowly starting to
fade at the gentle gesture. �I would
like you to meet my cousin, K�Syia Ishtu.
Syia, this is Inu Yasha. My best
friend.�

Inu Yasha waited nervously for Syia to respond. Dreading that she would reacted by either
smiling seductively at him, flutter her eye lashes at him, and say his name in
a very slow and husky way; or, for her to frown and call him a worthless,
disgusting excuse of a living being.
However, neither of them came.

Syia smile friendly, and bowed in a greeting. Her voice coming out light and soft, the tone
showing no hints of lust or hatred.
�M�ha meh hiet, Inu Yasha. It is
nice to meet you.�

�Huh?�

Syia laughed lightly at his shocked expression. Surely her response had surprised him, by the
dumbfounded look he was giving her and how much his mouth hung open at her
kindness.

Kagome couldn�t help but giggle as well. �Oh, snap out of it. Unless you want to stand here all day, I�m
sure okaa-san wouldn�t have a problem giving Sota and his friends our share of
lunch.�

That did it. Inu
Yasha snapped out of his initial shock, moving quickly to gather up all the
luggage that Syia had reclaimed from baggage check. Without a word, he turned and headed towards
the exit.

�Is he always like this?�
Syia asked her cousin. They
followed at a slower pace behind the hanyou, neither of the two girls being in
that much of a hurry.

�Hai, when it comes to food.�

�Oi!� Inu Yasha
turned as he reached the doors, his loud voice echoing across the distance that
separated him from the two girls. �Will
you two hurry up? There�s precious ramen
awaiting with my name on it.�

The drive back was anything but quiet. Kagome and Syia talked and chatted about
anything and everything that came to mind.
It wasn�t long until they both were caught up with what has been
happening in each others lives, causing the conversation to shift and move more
towards the subject of school and the various number of people that Kagome
wanted Syia to met.

�I can�t wait until I introduce you to Sango and
Miroku.� Kagome continued happily. �I just know you�ll get along with Sango.�

�Feh,� Inu Yasha snorted.
�Just watch out for the houshi.�

Kagome slapped him on the arm. �Inu Yasha!�

�What? It�s better
for her to be warned now then to find out the hard way!�

Kagome nodded slightly and turned back to her cousin. �You see� Miroku has a little problem with
keeping his hands to himself.�

Syia tilted her head to the side. �Really?�

�Problem my ass!� Inu
Yasha barked out. �The damn leech can�t
keep his fucking hands to himself!
Always trying to get in a lucky grab or feel whenever he can.�

�And he asks every woman he meets to bare his children.� Kagome
finished.

Syia raised an eyebrow.
For being a monk, as Inu Yasha had called this Miroku character, he sure
didn�t sound like one. In fact, to her,
he sounded like a down right pig that needed to put in his place.

�Just keep your guard up around him.� Inu Yasha warned, Kagome just shaking her
head in approval.

�Not to worry,� Syia replied. �If he so much as looks at me the wrong way,
he will be tot his place.�

Inu Yasha couldn�t help but laugh out loud at that. �You know what? I think we�re going to get a long just fine.�

It was early evening by the time they reached the Higurashi
shrine. Inu Yasha parked in his usual
spot in front of the stone steps, hopping out and collecting the bags before
heading up right behind the girls.

Syia couldn�t believe how much the shrine had changed. There were new pillars built along side the
sidewalks that surrounded the old house.
The old flower gardens moved and placed in various places in front of
the house, the old one now looking to be full of freshly grown vegetables. Some of the trees were gone; those that
remain seemed gigantic when she was little now seemed so small in
comparison. And where the old, beat-up
well house used to be now stood a newer little shed. The colors and roof matching that of the
shrines.

Suddenly she felt sad again.
So much had changed while she was away, everything was different. It reminded her of all the time that passed
by since she was gone, all the time that she had lost with her family. And mostly of the time that she lost with her
parents.

Kagome watched her cousin take in all the changes that had
happen. How Syia�s eyes moved around in
awe, fascination then sadness. She could
only imagine what the other girl was feeling right now. She too sometimes just sat in front of the
house, looking around wondering were all the time had gone

�Come on,� Kagome hugged Syia around the shoulders, leading
her towards the house. �I�m sure
okaa-san is dying to see you again.�

They entered the house side by side and removed their
shoes. Syia�s luggage sat at the bottom
of the staircase, waiting to be taken up to her room to be unpacked. Delicious smells full the whole house,
singling that supper was being prepared, as well as excited out bursts of
excitement coming from the living room.

Kagome immediately took off towards the kitchen to let her
mom know that they were back, leaving Syia alone to explore on her own. She walked towards the noises coming from the
living room, stopping just inside the doorway to see three children sitting on
the floor. Two of them were boys, their
fingers moving rapidly over game controllers that they held, the other being a
small girl sitting and cheering them on.

�Come on, Kohaku! You
can bet him!� The little girl shouted.

�I�m trying, I�m trying!�

Syia couldn�t help but smile at their portray of
innocence. After all, she could still
remember the good old days when her and Kagome used to be that young. Although, they preferred to spend their time
torturing their Ji-chan than play video games.

�Who goes there?�

The voice startled the children, their game long forgotten
as they turned her way. Syia turned her
head slightly to see an older version of her Ji-chan standing at the bottom of
the stairs. His face was worn and more
pale than she remembered; his body slightly bent forward due to his weaken
back.

�It can�t been�� His voice rasped out, the tone sounding
less harsh than before.

�Ji-chan,� Syia smiled, reaching forward to kiss his
brow. �It is good to see you.�

�Syia,� His voice was still quiet, still unbelieving at the
sight before his eyes. �My child, how
you have grown.�

�Uh� gramps?�

And just like that, the gentle look on his face was gone and
once again was the angered look that was Ji-chan. �Children, come.�

All three children filed out of the room. The one, Kohaku, stayed off to the side as
the other two lined up in front of Ji-chan.
Syia could tell that he was trying to old stare down that he used to try
and pull on her and Kagome years ago but never worked. But from the looks on the other two�s faces,
it seemed that it had as much effect that it did back then: none.

�Sota, Rin, I want you to met your cousin, Syia.� He paused
for a moment, watching carefully as confusion crossed their young faces. �Of course, I don�t expect either of you to
remember her. She moved years ago before
either of you were even born.�

Syia remained quiet as she was introduced to her younger
cousins. She could faintly remember her
aunt being about eight months pregnant before she left. How much the older woman�s stomach had stuck
out, the tiny little kicks that would grace her tiny little hands as her aunt
would let her feel the baby kick.

�M�ha meh hiet.� She
greeted.

�COOL!�

Syia couldn�t help but jump slightly as the three children were
suddenly standing before her. Their eyes
wide with fascination as they gazed at her.
She wasn�t quite sure what to think of it, so she smile nervously at
them.

�Is that like some kind of ancient foreign language or
something?� Sota asked.

Rin nodded, lightly tugging on Syia�s arm. �Can you say something else?�

�Yeah say something else!�
The other two agreed.

Syia laughed lightly, they were just so cute. She had never been around that many children
before. There were only really young
toddlers and new born babes where she had lived with her uncle. There were a few children, but not many. Maybe three or four at the most, and even
they were around fourteen-fifteen years old already.

�Children that is enough!�
Ji-chan scolded them. His eyes an
abnormally shade of dark brown, showing his disapprove meant. �Show some respect.�

�It�s alright Ji-chan.�
Syia smiled. Her arms reaching
around to embrace Rin. �I don�t
mind. I would be glad to say a few
things in Egyptian for you three.�

�YEA!!!�

The three cheered their victory, their hands swinging high
above their heads as they danced around the room. Syia could hear her grandfather mumble
something about disobedient youngsters and excused himself to the kitchen.

Syia just shook her head at his retreating figure. Happy that some things from the past were
still the same now as they were back then.
She turned back to the children, who were already getting comfortable on
the floor in front of the couch.
Guessing that�s where they expected her to sit as they interrogated her,
Syia moved into the living room and sat down.

�Now,� She started, curling her leg up underneath her
butt. �What would you like translated
first?�

Sota�s hand was the
first up. �Say dog.�

�Iew.�

�To Die.� Kohaku asked.

�Abi kekewey: which means to �desire darkness of death�.�

Next up went Rin�s.
�How do you say I love you?�

Sota frowned. �Why
would you ask a stupid question like that?�

Rin bowed her head, small sniffles rising as tears blind behind
her eyelids.

�Sota, now that wasn�t every nice.� Syia narrowed her eyes slightly at her
cousin. His own eyes saddening a little
as he bowed his own head in apology.
�She has every right to ask anything she wants, just as you did. Rin?�
She waited until the little girl peered up at her, her little cheeks
clearing showing the trails of the tears that fell. �It wasn�t a stupid question, okay?� At her nod, Syia continued. �There is no start out translation for I love you in Egyptian. But we do say: a-ka en abi. Which means �to
deeply desire�. Whether it�s a boy or
girl you�re saying it to depends on the last word you use at the end of their
names. For a boy you would use sa and kia for a girl. For example: A-ka
en abi Rin-kia.�

Rin couldn�t help but blush a little. �Arigato.�

�Your welcome.�

�FOOD�S READY!�

�Inu Yasha! That�s
not what okaa-san meant by calling them to supper!�

Instantly the children burst into laughter, quickly getting
to their feet as they made their way towards the kitchen. Syia got up more slowly, stretching out her
stiff muscles in her legs before following behind.

She wasn�t too sure what to think when entering the other
room. The table was loaded with various
different dishes, many she hadn�t seen in years and others that she was
familiar with. Everyone was already
seated; Inu Yasha and Kagome sitting together on the far side, Ji-chan sitting
at the head, Sota, Rin and Kohaku squished together across from Kagome and Inu
Yasha and her aunt sitting far end.

The elder Higurashi woman stood upon seeing her niece. Her warm welcoming smile relaxing unknown
tense muscles in Syia�s body. They
embraced, arming locking around each other for a few moments before separating
and smiling at one another.

�Welcome home, sweetie.�

�Arigato, Aunt Asako.�
Syia replied, taking a deep breath to soothe her nerves. �It�s good to be back.�

Asako took the young woman�s hand and lead her to the
table. Ushering her to sit beside her cousin
on the one side of the table before taking her own seat.

It wasn�t long before conversation started. Stories and tales of the pass few years being
passed from one end of the table to the other.
Syia discovered that Kohaku was actually the younger brother of Kagome�s
friend Sango, which was how Sota and he had first met. The tale of how Kagome and Inu Yasha came out
as well, making Syia smile at how he had protected her younger cousin. How she had managed to hit it off with the
rest of his family too; becoming a favorite of his father�s and even well like
my his older brother, which by the sounds of it, didn�t happen too often.

Pictures broke out when desert was severed. Various colored photos quickly consuming the
surface of the old oak dinner table.
Kagome and Syia gazed and flocked over the ones of each other, both
girls explaining each captured moment of what it was they were doing at the
time. One of their favorites being of
them standing proud in front of the old well-house, chests pushed out like
they�ve seen guys do on TV with an exhausted Ji-chan slumped against the
stairs, looking completely helpless.
Ji-chan frowning at the memory and the well known lecture of disobedient
children were fallen on deaf ears as more pictures were brought out.

One photo that got Syia�s attention was one of her cousin
and Inu Yasha standing with two other people.
By how old she looked, Syia guessed that the picture was taken sometime
during Jr. High. The four looked so
happy together, arms wrapped around each other and smiling brightly at the
camera. The other two that she couldn�t
recognized she guessed being the two that Kagome had told her about earlier;
Sango and Miroku. The other girl
standing a few inches taller with her light brown hair pulled high in a
ponytail. Her deep brown eyes holding a
mischief gleam. The guy on the other
hand looked like a complete baka. The
lopsided grin and deep red hand print on his face only confirming what her
cousin and Inu Yasha had told her about him.
Why he stooped to such measures was beyond Syia�s knowledge. He was good looking, dark black hair pulled
up into a small rat-tail at the nap of his neck and bright amethyst eyes
sparkling with life.

Syia gentle placed the photo down, her eyes running over all
that were displayed in front of her. A
package caught her eye next, the dull blue and white paper sticking out among
all the bright colors. She paused to
read the cover that read �Kagome�s 18^th�
in bold black ink before carefully pulling the bundle of pictures out.

The first picture that graced her view was one of her cousin
still sleeping in her bed. Mouth hanging
wide open in what Syia could only describe as a blessed snore, pillow clenched
tightly to her head as black, raven hair stuck out every which way. A small smile touched Syia�s mouth as she
quickly flipped to the next one. The
whole package was filled with nothing but Kagome and her friends. A few pictures here and there showing other
people, like the one of her and some guy that looked like Inu Yasha but much
older. The same silver hair swept up in
the highest ponytail that Syia had ever seen, and golden eyes filled with
laughter and mischief. There was no
denying the same arrogant smirk that was on the man�s face as the same that Inu
Yasha himself seemed to possess. And
when she flipped the picture over, Syia�s thoughts were confirm when the
description on the back stated that it was Inu Yasha�s father; Toga Takahashi.

Shifting around the table brought her head up, making her
aware that the pictures were slowly starting to be gathered back up as Inu
Yasha and Kohaku exchanged their goodnights to everyone before leaving. Inu Yasha offering Kohaku a ride home and the
younger boy glad taking the hanyou up on his offer.

Syia placed the pictures she was looking at back in order,
making a mental note to herself to ask Kagome if she could look at them again
sometime in the near future. She got up
slowly; her legs long ago had fallen asleep, and proceeded to help with the
clean up. A gentle hand stopped hers
from gathering anything and she looked up to see her aunt lightly shaking her
head.

�You go on a head, sweetie.�
Asako picked up the small pile sitting in front of her niece. �Sota and I can clean up down here. Go on upstairs with Kagome and get
comfortable. After all, tomorrow�s going
to be a big day for both of you.�

�Arigato, obasan.�
Syia kissed her aunt�s cheek gentle.
�Aai meshrew.�

She walked out of the kitchen towards the staircase. Kagome already waiting for her with one of her
suitcases firmly in her grasp. Grabbing
the other two, Syia followed up the stairs to the guest room, setting the
luggage at the end of the bed.

�Did you need any help unpacking?� Kagome asked.

�Iie.� Syia walked
around the small room. It was comfortable. A double size mattress sitting in the center
with a night stand sitting on the left side and a small dresser like desk
sitting on the right. The closet doors
next to the night stand as a full body length mirror hung on the wall beside
the desk. �I�ll only be here for a
couple of nights. One of my classes
requires that I live on campus of the first semester.�

Kagome nodded in understanding as she flopped onto the
bed. She couldn�t help but be happy that
her cousin was back, all those years it had felt that she had been missing
apart of herself only to get it back when the older girl came back.

�What was it like?�
She suddenly asked. The look on
Syia�s face clearly showing her misunderstanding of the question. �Living in Egypt, what was it like?�

Syia sighed and plopped down onto the bed beside the raven
haired girl. She tucked her legs
underneath her getting comfortable before replying. �It�s hard to explain.�

Kagome waited silently as Syia searched for the right
words. Wanting to give other girl some
time to sort out her feelings and memories of the place she had called home for
the pass twelve years.

�It�s beautiful, Kagome�
I don�t know how else to describe it.�
Hazel honey eyes flashed with something unreadable. Just the thought of the quiet desert made her
soul soar, like it was a part of her.
�Every morning you can see the sun rise over the sand, the golden
yellows and oranges mixing together in the sky for the briefest of
moments. Showing you the true beauty of
the morning as the day comes alive. The
sand � so smooth, soft � playing across the land even with the slightest
breeze.� She paused to look at her
cousin. �It really makes you see the
beauty in the land and how lucky we are to witness such a rare and delicate
world. I only wish it hadn�t taken so
long to realize it.�

Kagome frowned. �What
do you mean?�

�When I first got there��
Syia started, still mentally searching for the words. �I was so confused. Instead of feeling sad, lonely and out of place
� I felt like I belonged. Everywhere I
looked people with naturally dark skin and pitch black hair like mine were
there.� She paused, focusing on bringing
the memory back. �It was weird,
though. It was like I was pushing those
feeling away, almost fighting against them.
I think it was because I was angry and hurt. I kept thinking � this is the place my mother
grew up� and how unfair it was that I
was the one to enjoy its beauty where my mother would never again feel the sun
on her face, watch the sun rise over the sand and stay up at night to gaze at
the stars��

Tears formed in her eyes at the memory. �It wasn�t until papa got sick that I started
to finally understand. Mewet was born
from the sand and it was the sand she returned to when she passed. And when papa passed, he returned to the
grass and trees that he had came from.
It was Uncle Sabola that helped me discover the true happiness that came
when you embrace life, and that only continues when the memories shared with
loved ones are passed on.�

Kagome smiled sadly.
She knew exactly what Syia meant about keeping those alive through
memories. It was how she and Sota felt
about their own father. Even long after
he died, his memory still lived on inside of them all. And because of the short time they had with
him, only made those times even more special.

A comfortable silence passed over the room as both girls
were lost in their own thoughts, lost in the memories. The quietness stretching on until two
matching yawns broke threw the air, followed by laughter.

�Guess that means bedtime, ne?� Kagome laughed.

�Hai, it�s been a long day.�

Kagome stood up and stretched out the muscles in her
back. Her bones giving a delicious
popping sound that made her shiver and purr out her contentment. �Well, I best
be off to bed then. Sessions start
tomorrow at about ten and beings that it�s only the first day we better get
some sleep. I�d hate to be late the
first day� it only makes the teachers target you for the rest of the semester.�

With their goodnights exchanged, Kagome headed off to her
own room to fall lifelessly down on her mattress, falling asleep almost
instantly. Syia on the other hand went
about changing into something more comfortable to wear to bed. Exchanging the loose cargo pants and tight
tank top for a pair of short-shorts and a sports bra.

She was careful with removing the golden hair-clasp from her
hair, setting it gently on the dresser.
Her fingers traced the shiny surface with affection before picking up
her brash and running it through her long black strains. When finished, she placed the brush beside
the clasp and pulled down the covers.

Darkness covered the room in its shadows as Syia turned off
the light. She crawled under the covers
with a sigh. Finding a comfortable
position, she stared out the window and up at the stars, waiting for sleep
come. She laid there for what seemed
like hours before sleep finally came, taking her into its deep depths only to
release her to embrace the new day and the start of her new life.

~ * ~

I just would like to say how sorry I am for taking so long
in updating any of my stories. At the
moment I can�t seem to find the desk that Eternally
Cursed was on so I have to rewrite the two new chapters that I had written
for that story. As for the others, Mark of Destiny is still being rewritten
as I�m still not happy with it. And I am
currently still having problems with writing the next chapters of Love for a Demon and A New World. I am aware that it has been almost a year
since I updated the one but play try and understand I�m not doing it on
purpose. Thank you to everyone who has
review though, it really does mean a lot to me.

The answers of the Trivia question that was place in the
last update for Eternally Cursed � Richard Ian Cox,
voice actor of Inu Yasha in the English anime, does voices for two different
villains featuring a net-battling pyromaniac
and a white-haired teen who can equal the speed
of Superman. Name the villains and the anime � is Quicksilver
from X-Men Evolution and Burnerman from MegaMan NT Warrior. Only two people came up with both
correct answers, one through an e-mail and the other through a review:

SesshyFanLover
CrackerJackerUsagi99

Congratulations to both of you. Your prize is that you are allowed to ask one
question � any question � you want in
regards to any of my stories. However,
the questions have to be spent to me through e-mail so that I can answer them
fully and so that my answers don�t ruin any surprises that may be in store of
the other readers.

Trivia #2:

Voice actor Kirby
Morrow, is well known for doing the voices of Miroku in InuYasha and Trowa
Barton in Gundam Wing. What futuristic store does he promote through
a TV voice commercial?

Once again, the first 5 people with the right answers will
be declared the winners. Their prize
will be the same as the last, to ask any question they want about any of my
stories. This includes plot details and
future up coming that may happen in the story.
Good luck to everyone!

This story isn't just about my original and Sesshomaru, though they will be the main characters, I will be foucsing on the others as well. If anyone wants to know ages of any characters or classes that they are taking, just ask. I have them all written out, but they will eventually be mentioned in the story as well.=^.^=
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