A/N: Welcome to my newest brain baby. Yes, yes, I know I promised Unknown—and that will be starting shortly—and I know I promised to finish CotG, but I have no inspiration for it. I am NOT abandoning it, I will just write on it when I have inspiration. Forgive me, and enjoy this new plot bunny instead.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the idea behind Aladdin, all I own is this laptop and my dreams.
She walked through the revolving glass door the same time every morning. The exact same time. 7:53 am. It was ingenious if one thought about it rationally. It gave her just enough time to cross the lobby, say hello to those she spotted, and ride the elevator to whatever floor she worked on.
He wasn't close enough to the elevator to ever see which button she pushed; he just saw her get on.
He saw her every morning, at the exact same time, Monday through Friday, and some Saturdays. Rain or shine; warm or cold. She would walk through that door and he would watch her from behind the counter.
They never spoke. She never had time to stop by at the newsstand located in the very center of the ground floor of the building, and he could never leave the counter unoccupied. He didn't know her name. In an office building like this there were no ID tags, and it was rude to ask customers information on another worker.
She was punctual, he knew that. Beautiful, definitely. But what had drawn him in was her smile, the way it just lit up the entire lobby whenever she nodded her morning greeting in passing. She was the highlight of his mornings, which had been painfully dull until her arrival.
Since he was sixteen, he had worked in the lobby newsstand and was there every morning at 6 am. Granted, now he owned the stand instead of just working there, but it still wasn't the greatest of accomplishments. He couldn't even get a real job in this tower if he tried, with his horrible high school grades and pitiful night school business degree. So the newsstand was the closest he could get to working in Higurashi Tower, and the closest he could hope to get to his dream girl.
Still, he was not the kind of man who dwelled on what he didn't have. Not when there were other things to be done. The bundles of Newsday and the Star Ledger needed to be unpacked. There were a few boxes of candy that should be put on the racks. He had to take inventory. There was a lot of work to be done. He didn't have the time to stop work and watch her. He didn't have time to think about her randomly in the middle of the afternoon! Even now, at the end of the day, she was on his mind. He didn't want to turn into some kind of stalker or pervert.
Guys didn't get crushes, did they?
No, he was much too old for anything like that. Twenty-four-year-old men did not get crushes.
Or did they?
Quickly blinking out of his daze, he turned to face his assistant. "What?"
"Dude, I thought I lost you." Shippou grinned at him.
"You wish, punk," Inuyasha growled while narrowing his eyes. Shippou's smile only widened as he carried a bundle of newspapers behind the counter.
That was their relationship in a nutshell. "Come on," the boss continued with a loud sniff. "We've got work to do."
At first glance, Inuyasha Shiozu wouldn't fit the profile for your average newsstand owner. He had a brilliant mind for business, which was how he was able to afford buying the newsstand from his old boss when he was only twenty. Already he had doubled profits. His formal school left something to be desired, but for a boy who had been supporting himself since the age of sixteen, he fared very well. He was the kind of guy who could get places on a smile, but chose to work for it.
Physically, he was athletic. He was built beautifully, and had never lamented over the absence of female notice. His unusual gold eyes and silver hair had always made him popular. Exotic, was a phrase most used. That was why, at work, he usually wore a hat and downplayed his image.
Despite the rumors, pretty boys got about as much respect as pretty girls.
"Do I get paid today?" Shippou asked, piling a stack of newspapers on one of the shelves. The red-haired teenager was sporting a fresh shiner on his right eye. Probably the result of another fight after school from one of the gang recruiters always on his tail.
"After your shift is over," Inuyasha told him, opening the register for a customer.
"When was the last time you ate?" Inuyasha asked casually, not looking at his employee as he lifted a few cases of soda that needed to be stocked in the fridge.
"Yesterday, at school," Shippou responded in the like. "Anne Marie slipped me some fries and a milk."
"Breakfast of champions," his boss grinned. "I can't believe Anne Marie hasn't been fired for slipping food to us strays yet."
Anne Marie was famous within the public school district for sneaking food to kids unable to pay for school lunches. She had been around since Inuyasha's delinquent days, and always had a soft spot for his breed.
"Someone's gotta feed us," the teenager shrugged. "So, by asking this, I take it you're buying me lunch?"
In truth, Inuyasha could have managed the stand himself. He had done it nearly two years before Shippou happened along, and really had been doing it for his old boss. Myouga was never that involved with the running of the stand; he was usually too busy writing the great American novel. It might have taken longer for him to do things, but it would save him money, if he had no employees. He could do it all himself, but he chose not to.
It was nice to have company. Even if that company was a snot-nosed, annoying runt.
Inuyasha and Shippou were the same in many ways. Both had grown up with lousy home lives. Both had lived on the streets for a time. Both had looked down for the count until someone had offered them a way out.
For Inuyasha, Myouga had offered him not only a job, but also a new way of life. He had dropped out of school, been homeless for months, and had nothing to his name when the old man offered him a job at the newsstand. This way, Inuyasha could live off of what he earned and go back to school. Myouga had offered him a chance at a future.
For Shippou, Inuyasha had offered the same thing. The gangly fifteen-year-old had been a dropout on the run from an alcoholic father, on the verge of joining a gang. Now Shippou was back in school, clean, and occasionally living with Inuyasha.
In the two years that had passed, they had become like brothers; fighting all the time, calling each other names, and always looking out for one another.
"You going to crash at my place tonight?" Inuyasha asked.
"Is that an invitation, or a question?" Shippou asked, grinning.
"Take it either way, I still need an answer."
"Sure, your couch is the best."
"I wouldn't know anymore, since it's been lost beneath the heap of your shit for weeks."
Shippou huffed, narrowing his good green eye at his boss. Inuyasha only grinned back, perfect innocence. "You're mean."
"I need a cup of coffee," a customer asked, drawing the pair out of their conversation. Standing at the counter was the head of building security, looking as aloof as ever. His badge and suit were both polished brightly, showing the pride he had in his job. There was a rumor floating around the building that he had been on the actual police force only two weeks, but then was let go after an injury sustained on the job.
"Sure thing," Inuyasha said, heading to the coffee machine. "Will that be a grande?"
"Is that some new flavor?" the security head asked.
Shippou snickered. "Large?" Inuyasha asked again, losing his coffee shop slang.
"Oh, sure!" He wasn't the brightest crayon in the box that was for sure.
"Here you are, Mr. Matoh," Inuyasha said, handing him the coffee. "That'll be $3.50."
"Actually, it's Officer Matoh, if you don't mind," he said with a vacant smile as he dug for his wallet.
"Sorry, Officer," Inuyasha corrected. First rule in business, the customer is always right. Even if they were dimwits and delusional like Hojo Matoh.
"Have a good day, sirs," he grinned, taking a deep drink of coffee before Inuyasha could warm him. Then he howled in pain after burning his tongue, and hurried off to the bathroom.
Inuyasha sighed, putting the money in the register. "Stupid rent-a-cops."
"I can't believe the Higurashi family hired such a retard to be head of security," Shippou commented. "Even if he is a friend of the family."
"You got some new dirt?" The newsstand was the new "water cooler" for company gossip.
"I heard a few suits talking about him," the teen explained, whispering with a smile. "He went to school with the Higurashi daughter, and she asked for him to get the job."
"Obviously she's not to bright herself," Inuyasha snorted. He looked at his watch. "Come on, Shippou. I'll buy you dinner."
"Score!" Shippou grinned, putting the "closed" sign on the counter. Inuyasha locked the register and they left to scrounge up some grub.
Kagome sat behind her desk, head leaning on her hand, playing solitaire on her computer. There wasn't much to do right now. All the morning files were filed in their color-coded drawers. All the calls were made, and since it was midday, not many were coming in. The CEO had been in meetings all morning, and probably would be all afternoon as well. There was nothing for her to do but wait.
It was some way to spend her birthday.
She glanced at the clock on her desk and saw that there was still another hour until work was over. Then she could limp home to her matchbox apartment and curl up in front of the television. Another fantastic night.
Kagome was a loner by nature, not for lack of attention. She had always been called pretty, or more commonly -- cute. She would be the first to admit she was no great beauty like her mother, but she wasn't without her charms.
She was also a hard-worker—work was never Kagome's problem. It was the fact that she was never good at anything. Sure she could make a grade or file a paper. She had enough determination for five people, but no direction. She had never found something she loved to do. So, like everything else in her life, her family stepped in to direct her.
The doors to the office behind her opened. Kagome quickly straightened herself in her chair and clicked the solitaire game off the screen. She pretended to scan some file or another as she watched the exiting people from the corner of her eye. Three be-speckled men in suits with briefcases, walked out of the large office, conferring with each other as they walked toward the elevator. Only this office was on the very top floor.
"Have a good day," Kagome called after them with a smile.
The three smiled in return on their way on to the elevator. That's the way it went in such circles. Cold and polite.
The phone rang from beside her. Kagome reached over and picked up before the second ring. "Mrs. Higurashi's office," she chirped.
"Kagome," a familiar female voice spoke. "Please come into my office."
"Coming," she responded, hanging up and rising from her chair. Kagome arranged her skirt, pulled on the wrinkles in her jacket, and entered the large office that belonged to the CEO of Higurashi Towers. Her mother.
"Darling," her mother smiled. "I'm sorry I had to work today."
"I had to work too," Kagome laughed, returning the smile. It didn't reach her eyes, but her mother didn't notice.
"Happy birthday," Mrs. Misaki Higurashi said, embracing her daughter warmly. Kagome returned it.
"Come in, we have a lot to talk about. Please close the doors."
Kagome closed both wooden doors to the office while her mother made a call to the front desk, blocking interruptions for the rest of the evening, and asking someone to come up to the office. "What do we have to talk about, Mother?"
Misaki settled herself into the large chair behind her desk, the chair she had occupied since the death of her husband twelve years earlier. Kagome sat across from her, in one of the two service chairs. The two women faced each other with a kind of affectionate reserve. They were alike in looks, the same soft features and beauty. But Kagome had her father's hair and eyes.
"We had always hoped your father would be here to see this day," the CEO commented a little sadly. "He would want to be here."
"I wish Daddy was here too," Kagome commented, running her finger along the hem of her skirt. It was a nervous habit of hers.
"You'll have to forgive, and settle for just your grandfather and myself."
"Grandpa?" Kagome raised an eyebrow of doubt. Her grandfather hadn't set foot in the office building for ten years and hadn't been back in the city for nearly as long. After her father's death, Kagome's grandfather had taken a position as a roaming shrine representative. Just when she was about to say so, the doors opened, and her grandfather ambled into the room. "Grandpa!"
"Kagome," he greeted, smiling. She rushed from her chair to embrace him. He was older than she remembered, more wrinkled, a few more gray hairs and a little paler, but his smile was as strong as ever. And the happiness that shown in his eyes was enough to bring a true smile from her.
"Grandpa, I'm so happy you're here!"
"Happy birthday, sweetheart."
"Thank you." Kagome embraced him again, then led him to the other vacant chair. "Is this my present, Mother?"
"Not quite," Misaki said with a secretive smile. She looked to her father-in-law with question. He nodded a fraction. Misaki folded her hands in front of her, a kind of nervous anticipation setting into her. This was the day she had been waiting for since Kagome was born. The day her daughter would inherit the Higurashi family legacy. "Kagome, today is your twenty-first birthday." Kagome smile a little, a polite way of saying she was very aware of how old she was. "Today is the predetermined time to receive your inheritance."
"My inheritance?" Kagome asked, confused. She looked to her grandfather for clarification.
"It is tradition in our family," he explained. "When the first born child reaches twenty-one, he or she is to inherit the heirloom of our ancestors."
"Grandpa," Kagome said, feeling dread prickle along her spine. "This isn't going to be another kappa hand or something… right?"
He grinned at her and reached into the pocket of his robes. When he held out his hand to her, a small black box rested on his palm. It was polished wood and Kagome could feel a pulsing aura coming from it, something demanding her to take the box and open it. She reached out her trembling hand and took the box from his hand.
"Open it," her mother prompted excitedly. Since she was not born a Higurashi, she had never been able to inherit this artifact. Her late husband had given instructions that it went to Kagome alone, on her twenty-first birthday. As it should be.
Kagome traced the lid of the box before opening it. Nestled on a bed of velvet, sat a small silver ring. Kagome furrowed her brow, as she looked it over, picking it up with two fingers. It was warm to the touch, not cold like most metal. Set into the silver was a small pink jewel, like a diamond. "It's beautiful," she said, knowing that if she didn't say something, her mother would be anxious.
"Put it on," her mother instructed. Kagome had it poised over her finger, tempted to give in to the sudden and intense desire to put it on to her finger, when a reckless thought bolted through her mind.
"Oh my God," she whispered, looking at the ring in her hand. "I can't believe I didn't see it before."
Kagome put the ring back in the box and slammed it down on her mother's desk. "A ring, very clever, Mother," she snapped. All trace of politeness and warmth was gone from her face. "Is this a subtle way of telling me the wedding was moved up again?"
"This has nothing to do—" Misaki began, getting to her feet. Her own anger and disappointment surged.
But Kagome overrode her. "Isn't it enough that I agreed to this arrangement? Let me have my six months, Mother."
"Kagome, this is improper in front of your grandfather," her mother reprimanded sharply.
"You're right," she agreed. Kagome turned to her grandfather and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Goodbye, Grandpa. We can catch up later."
She didn't stop to hear her mother's excuses or her grandfather's denials. She walked through the doors, grabbed her coat from her chair and walked to the elevator. It didn't matter that her mother might very well fire her for this, and then she'd be unemployed—again. It didn't matter when they tried coming after her. She was not going to listen to this, not now. It was her birthday, dammit! And she was going to enjoy it.
"Kagome, hey," someone said as she stalked by. Looking up, she saw Hojo coming toward her. He was dressed in his finest and smiling as vapidly as ever. She smiled back, the best fake smile she could muster.
"Hey, Hojo," she greeted. "I'm in a little bit of a rush…"
"Oh," he sighed, disappointed. "I just, you know, wanted to wish you a happy birthday and all."
"Thank you," she said, smiling again. She patted his shoulder, then headed for the door.
"You're… welcome…" Hojo called after her.
It wasn't as though Kagome was rude on a daily basis. Far from it. She was usually polite and cheerful, everybody's best friend. It wasn't as though she disliked Hojo, either. They had gone through school together, and though he had always held a torch for her, she had never felt the same. When Hojo had been looking for work a year earlier, Kagome asked her mother and got him the job as Head of Security at Higurashi Tower. So it wasn't Hojo at all.
It was just Kagome being angry with herself for letting her family run her life. Again.
Now, Kagome wasn't in the practice of walking home from the office. There was always a car waiting for her at the end of the day, or at the very least, her mother's limo. But today, even the sight of her family's cars sent a wave of disgust through her. So she decided to walk.
The early March air was still freezing, especially after the sun set, so Kagome bundled herself up in her coat as snuggly as she could manage while keeping a brisk pace. Her anger fueled her, and the knowledge that anger wouldn't help her only made her angrier. It was a vicious, endless cycle.
Maybe it was because she was in this kind of mindset that she didn't notice her surroundings as well as she should have. Normally Kagome was an alert, observant person. But not tonight. Tonight, something would have to smack her in the face to get her attention. And that's exactly what happened.
She was grabbed from behind, a hand coming around to grab her mouth and stifle the scream. She did scream, and claw at the arm around her face, but the moment the cold edge of a knife was pressed against her throat, her struggles stopped.
"That's a smart girl," the attacker whispered. He had moved them off of the sidewalk and into a dark corner of a side street, under a broken streetlight. No one paid attention to this, since most people minded their own business.
Kagome's heart beat frantically, wondering if she was going to die at twenty-one. If she was going to die a virgin, without ever having told off her mother, and forever bereft of that platinum-screened television she had always wanted to buy.
Her attacker slid the strap of her purse from her shoulder, successfully removing her lifelines from her. "Jewelry, now," he whispered. His voice was smooth, almost kind, making a mockery of her fear.
Kagome's hands shook as she pulled the fake silver earrings out of her ears and tugged the small gold cross from her neck before handing them over.
"This it?" the attacker asked, sounding skeptical.
Kagome wanted to groan, and would have if she wasn't as scared as she was.
"Hey, what are you doing?" someone yelled from the other side of the street.
"Fuck," the attacker muttered, pushing Kagome away from him. She landed hard on her knees, clutching at her throat, as someone ran past her and after her attacker.
There was the sound of a brief scuffle and a few muttered curses from the darkness before someone emerged and came to her. "Hey, are you alright?"
"Yes," Kagome replied, thankful her voice was nearly steady. She looked at her fingers and was happy to see only the faintest trace of blood. A tiny cut, nothing serious. She sighed from relief, sagging slightly.
Her rescuer offered her a hand, which she promptly took, and found herself on her feet again. "Mugger, huh?" he asked.
"Bastard took my purse," she sighed. Credit cards, cash, cell phone… she'd have to call all the companies in the morning to report them stolen. Happy Birthday, Kagome.
"As long as you're okay," the rescuer shrugged. "Things could've been worse."
"You're right," she nodded, brushing the hair from her face. "I should be thankful." Then she looked up at him and smiled. "Thank you, really."
He seemed to blink at her a moment, startled. In the semi-darkness, it was hard for Kagome to get a good look at him. All she could see clearly were his eyes. Big, yellowish eyes. "Don't mention it," was his reply.
"Do you always go chasing off muggers?" Kagome baited, wondering for a second why she was still having a conversation when she should be running to the nearest phone and calling the police.
"Sure, it's a hobby of mine," he retorted, sarcasm dripping from his words. Kagome laughed for the first time all day, and it made her feel a million times better. Her rescuer pulled on the front of his black knit hat, a kind of nervous action. "Is there anyone you could call for a ride home?"
Kagome thought about the company cars, the limos, and her mother riding in on a huge "I told you so" speech. "No," she informed him, shaking her head. "I can walk the rest of the way. My apartment is only a few blocks away."
He snorted at her. "You still want to walk home alone, in the dark? Didn't a mugging teach you anything?"
"Carry pepper spray?"
"No… what?" That made her laugh again. "Geez, you're an odd one, aren't you?"
"I'm allowed to be odd," Kagome said haughtily. She turned on her heel and began walking back to the lit sidewalk. "It's my birthday."
"Well, many happy returns then," he responded, following after her.
"Thank you." In the light, she saw him better. Tall, lean, and gorgeous. The kind mothers tell their daughters about—that kind of gorgeous. Totally-out-of-her-league gorgeous. And somewhat familiar. "Are you going to follow me home now?"
"Since you have no one to call, I humbly offer myself as your escort," he recited, hands in the pockets of his coat. Then he looked down at her and smiled. "For a modest fee."
Kagome's heart beat a little too fast, but she blamed it on post-traumatic stress. "I'm sure."
"But, seeing as how it's your birthday, I'll make it my present."
She smiled back at him. "So very generous of you."
"I'm a nice guy."
"I'm sure." Kagome pulled her coat up around her tighter, warding off the cold. "Some birthday this turned out to be."
"Ah, we all have bad luck," he offered, shrugging. "Let's just be thankful you got away to see another birthday."
"Yeah. Who wants to die at twenty-one?"
"Twenty-one, eh? Want me to treat you to a birthday drink? There's a bar around here somewhere…"
Kagome laughed. Third time, a record. "The last thing I need is alcohol right now," she grinned. "I just want to make it home in one piece."
"Then I promise, I will get you home in one piece."
"You really don't have to…" Manners were too ingrained into her being for her to ignore the proper etiquette, but she really didn't want him to go. He had a comforting presence, and she felt safe walking along with him.
"I want to," he assured her. "You're good conversation. Most of the time I have to talk to myself."
"And you call me odd?"
"Touché." She had a pretty laugh. It was something he noticed the first time, so he was making an effort to keep her laughing. So far it was working, and he was reaping the benefits. "What did you do last year for your birthday?" he asked. "Granted, nothing can come close to this year's adventure, but humor me."
She shrugged her shoulders. "I ate a Carvel Ice Cream cake and sat around listening to my Oasis CDs."
"My family isn't big on the whole 'celebration' thing. But at least I don't have to deal with the whole ritual of returning bad gifts and such."
"True. That's a bonus to all of us party-impaired."
She looked at him from the corner of her eye, watching the small clouds of his breath in the streetlights. "You don't party either?"
"Nope. Most holidays I spend by myself."
He didn't seem broken up over it, and she wasn't either. Latchkey kids, the pair of them.
"Can I ask you something?" she inquired, tilting her head back to look at him. "Do you work in Higurashi Tower? You look familiar."
He looked a little startled. "I work… nearby," he explained.
"I've probably seen you around there," she nodded, as if she had solved a puzzle. She smiled up at him. "I never forget a face."
He stopped walking and looked a little closer at her. Kagome blinked, moving back a little. "I just noticed something."
"What?" she asked, confused.
"Your eyes are different colors."
Kagome felt her face turn red and dropped her head. Normally her bangs were long enough to cover up that fact, and she cursed herself for brushing them away. "Yeah… well, what can you do?" she said casually, moving on. "Genes, right?"
"They're pretty," he commented, trailing after. "Sorry if I offended you."
Kagome slowed and looked at him, then away. "You didn't offend me. It's just… embarrassing. My father was the same way. One green eye, one blue. It's recessive."
"I understand recessive," he grinned. "Gold isn't exactly your run-of-the-mill color either."
"Gold? Yellow is more like it."
"Are you making fun of me?" She laughed and he smiled. "What's your name?" he asked her suddenly.
Kagome paled, then felt the color surge back to her face at frightening speed. "Oh God, I'm such an idiot. How could I forget to introduce myself?"
"It's okay," he assured her. "Take your time."
Turning, Kagome saw the limousine parked at the curb in front of her apartment a few yards up the sidewalk. Her mother stood at the bottom of the front step, looking at her with worry and relief. Kagome felt the tug on her invisible leash.
"Mother, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"I was worried when you stormed out," she replied in a perfectly mother-like way. Then her eyes left Kagome's face for something over her shoulder. "Who's this?"
"My friend," Kagome commented. She saw the familiar tightening around her mother's mouth, the look of disapproval in her eyes. The lecture was imminent. "I'll be right inside, Mother."
"Alright," she said, eyes still on the man who had walked her daughter home. Then she turned and headed into the apartment building.
Kagome sighed and turned back to her rescuer. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect—"
"Christ," he breathed. "Your mother is Misaki Higurashi!"
"Yeah," Kagome commented. This was a common reaction.
"So you're a Higurashi?"
"Kagome Higurashi," she nodded. Next would come the rejection, or the fake niceness. She couldn't say which she hated more.
"I've… uh… got to go," he stuttered. "Bye, Kagome."
"Wait!" she called when he turned to leave. "You never told me your name."
He didn't look back. "It wouldn't do you any good if I did." Then he walked off into the night and left her on the cold sidewalk, still shivering, purse-less, and about to face her mother alone.
Kagome was feeling angry, hurt, and lonely when she walked through the door to her tiny apartment. It was part of the deal she had with her mother, that if she lived away from the family home, she would have to pay for everything herself. Kagome accepted the terms, and loved her freedom. But that freedom was always in question whenever her mother randomly showed up on her doorstep.
"What can I do for you, Mother?"
"That was very childish this afternoon," Misaki commented, setting herself in on the second-hand couch. "You disappointed your grandfather."
"I won't agree to you moving up the wedding. I don't care what you say, I won't go through with it."
"Kagome, this has nothing to do with your wedding," her mother sighed. "It's still set for September."
Kagome eyed her mother. "Truthfully?"
"Yes. The ring was a birthday gift." Misaki sighed again. "It's part of your inheritance from your father. He stipulated in his will that you weren't to receive it until your twenty-first birthday, as per Higurashi tradition."
Kagome stripped off her coat and placed it on the rack by the door. "Where is Grandpa?"
"In the car," her mother responded. "He'll bring up the present, if you'll act like an adult and receive it properly."
"Yes," Kagome replied, sinking into a chair and feeling like a scolded ten-year-old. Misaki made a call to the limo and a few moments later, Kagome's grandfather was in her apartment. "I'm sorry about earlier, Grandpa."
"It's fine, Kagome," he assured her. "Would you like the ring now?"
"Yes," she responded, head down.
He handed her the box again. As before, Kagome felt a kind of jubilant excitement race through her once it was in her grasp. As she fingered the jewel on the ring, the room fell eerily quiet.
"Put it on," her mother whispered.
Kagome slid the ring on to her middle finger. When she held her hand away from her, to get a good look, it seemed as if the tiny pink jewel had caught the light and began to shine. But even when she moved her hand, Kagome saw the jewel continued to glow. And every second, the glow became brighter.
"Grandpa," she whispered, a little afraid. "What's happening?"
"It's working," Misaki whispered, elated. "It's really working!"
The ring suddenly flared so brightly, Kagome had to shield her eyes. When the light stopped and she looked up, a forth person was standing in the center of the room. The beautiful young woman, dressed in some kind of black and pink body suit, got to her knees in front of Kagome. Her hair, long and braided with pink cloth and gold coins, was a deep brown. Her eyes, when she turned them to look at Kagome, were a lavender shade of purple. There was a small black mark, like an S done in calligraphy, tattooed on her left cheek.
"I am Sango," she said in a kind voice. "How can I serve you, Master?"
A/N: Okay, this is the first chapter to my new series, Wish Fulfillment. It's loosely based off of a version of Aladdin I read a while back (not the Disney movie). You'll be able to see the differences the further I get into it. I really hope everyone enjoys this story because I am in love with the idea. Please remember to review so I know what you think!