Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha. The series and characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I make no profit from these stories. They are merely my interpretation of the characters for entertainment purposes.
The rain drizzled on Kagome's head as she waited to board the train. Her umbrella was safe and sound at work, of course, and she had worn her new white shoes. Looking down at the shoes, she sighed.
'Well, they used to be white anyway,' she thought as the train came to a stop at the depot. Damp nameless bodies pressed around the lithe girl as they moved in masse and boarded the train. An elbow caught her upper arm, knocking it upward and unfortunately square into the bottom of a Styrofoam coffee cup.
"Oops, sorry!" she squealed as the coffee spilled down a gentleman's pristine white shirt. She immediately rummaged in her hand bag, produced a red handkerchief, and began dabbing the man's shirt gingerly. "I hope this tides you over until you can take care of this properly. Are you all right?"
The man's hand suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away. For the first time, Kagome looked up at the man she had inadvertently christened and gasped. 'His eyes couldn't possibly be red,' she thought to herself. Blinking, she realized she must have been imagining it, because the man's eyes were an unusual and piercing shade of gold.
Kagome's breath caught in her chest and her heart began to pound as she stared back into his eyes. She didn't know why, but there was something familiar about his emotionless stare. A terror she had not experienced since her days beyond the well swept through her body and she was rooted to the spot, unable to move. She forgot to breathe as he leaned in and took a long deep sniff of her neck.
The train came to a stop, and the man pulled her through the exit the moment the doors opened.
"Hey!" Kagome screeched at the man, "Let me go!"
"Silence!" the man barked and continued dragging her from the station.
"I will NOT be quiet!" Kagome bit out.
The man stopped. Leveling a harsh glare he shook her firmly. "I will not hurt you unless you give me a reason," he hissed through clenched teeth.
'I'm going to die, and on a rainy Monday, too,' Kagome thought suddenly. Tears welled up in her eyes unbidden as she thought of her JiChan and baby brother, Souta. Memories of her mother's untimely death at the hand of a petty thief raced through her mind as she frantically tried to decide what to do. She wanted to scream, but all she could think of were the police reports she read after okaasan's funeral. Eye witnesses claimed the thief had not harmed her mother until she began to resist. 'And all this over some spilled coffee!' she thought ruefully.
The man continued down the busy street dragging Kagome behind him. A few people looked at her with concern, but, much to her horror, they all turned away, content in minding their own affairs. Without warning, he shoved her through a gate. Placing one hand on either shoulder firmly, he pushed her down to sit on a low bench.
The man crouched down and peered into her dark brown eyes now puffy from crying in fear. "It's you," he whispered.
Without warning, Kagome flared her power and kicked as hard as she could, burying a dirty white tennis shoe firmly into his groin. "You Jackass!" she screamed and ran.
Sesshoumaru doubled over in pain, stunned. His eyes followed the path Kagome took as she ran away. There was no doubt; this girl was the Shikon Miko. She had disappeared hundreds of years ago, but here she was alive and well in Tokyo. He had to know more. Scenting the wind, he began the hunt.