The secrets I should have told you by Meletina

Here we meet chapter 1

Kagome stood in front of her high school, Shikon High the school for rich kids...and yet she wasn't rich. Her mother had told her that it had been written in her father's will that she and her little nine year old brother Souta go to private schools, but it was still strange to her that she took all the same classes as the rich kids. Classes on 'proper' behavior, dancing, even dinning manners were forced into Kagome's curriculum.

It was time to begin another day of hell as Kagome liked to call it, luckily for her it was the last week of school, and graduation as well as her eighteenth birthday stood around the corner. The only thing that made her feel even remotely comfortable with that place was the volunteer programs that the school offered. Through it, she had met one very wild elderly Mrs. Higurashi who not only was fun to spend time with; the woman had taught her much before her death.

School would often zoom past for Kagome because she knew everything that was being taught and she just liked to spend her time reading. No one cared, most teachers had given up on trying to keep some sort of classroom air over the last month anyway. So there she sat reading a very good book when the bell for her last class of the day, and joy there was only two more days of that hell before pure freedom.

Climbing into her beat up red beetle she set off for home, or at least the home she had spent the years after her father's death living in. Her father Mr. Masawi had been shipped to the United States ten years ago when Souta was only one, during that time he had his whole family move with him to live in New York. Then one night a horrible accident took his life and the lives of many others. Since then the Masawi family lived in New York and only on occasion would go to Japan.

Her grandfather still lived in Japan and through him; the family had a home, although it was a shrine, it still held charm. Somehow, her mother had thought it would be easier to live in the U.S. even after the sudden death of her husband.

Today was an important day for her mother, some businessman from Japan was coming to visit the family and the family had been in chaos for weeks because of it. Everything had to be perfect, even the car that was picking him up from the airport, taking a quick glance at her watch Kagome guessed that he was already at the house. Darn she had hoped that she could get in a quick shower before playing the role of perfect child like the one she always had to when such men visited.

Her mother Ami Masawi was the perfect hostess and it was a good thing too, because she was the proud owner of a bed and breakfast that was constantly filled to the brim with Japanese tourists. The parking lot although large was nearly too full for Kaome's car to squeeze into, luckily for her there was always an open drive into the garage that was conveniently on the other side of her families property.

Grumbling as she walked up to the house she found that although there was a large number of cars all guests seemed to have disappeared which was highly unusual for such an active establishment as the one her mother owned. "Mother?" her quiet voice rang out as she entered the private kitchen.

Nothing, not a soul in the place...yet again Kagome found it all too unusual for her house. There on the counter sat a note neatly written in her own mother's hand. She read out loud to herself. "Kagome--Souta and myself went out to drop him off at a friend's house, be back in twenty minutes, please start dinner for twelve. Love, mom." She paused. "Wait twelve? Yesterday we had nine, when did someone change their plans? Oh well better start on dinner."

There on the counter say a completely innocent looking order lists, it had the foods that every guest wanted written down on it, as well as room number. So the three new people were not all in the same room, Mr. And Mrs. Taisho were together and the other man who had checked in with them was Mr. Higurashi, he was also in the room next to them. Luckily the three of them all wanted the same thing, sushi and miso soup.

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Two men and two women stood in the window overlooking the courtyard of the Masawi bed and breakfast. "There she is, that is Kagome." Spoke non other than Mrs. Masawi.

She walked out of the room as soon as she had made her announcement. The girl she had pointed to still a tiny blob walking up the courtyard towards a side door to the house. When she began to become visible, the other woman a Mrs. Taisho turned to her husband's best friend and spoke. "She looks like Miki so very much."

Her husband added. "She is eighteen now isn't she?" When the other man nodded his head Inu Taisho laughed. "When you take her home to Japan she should be set up with one of my sons, they would make a perfect match. Don't you think Higurashi?"

"If she agrees to come home that is, you know that she still has no idea who she truly is. I just hope she can forgive me." Was the silent reply.

"She will forgive you; you still underestimate the amount of love that you give her. Even if it is given behind closed doors, she will know it is you." Mrs. Taisho replied in a sympathetic voice. "Now, I think I am going to freshen up for dinner, any one else?" she asked.

"Izayoi we shall be down in a moment." Inu said in a jolly voice, as soon as his wife was gone he turned to Higurashi. "Do not worry Haru, she will forgive you, trust me my own son Sesshoumaru is a testament to that. A father's love leaks to his children and from what I've been told of yours she received all of it." With a reassuring pat to his closest friend, Inu Taisho left the room.

"Miki, why did things have to be this way?" Asked the lone figure who starred out of the window at nothing.

Flashback

The night was cold there was storm that was ragging and for some reason his blood ran cold. Then the phone rang, it was his assistant Zinan apparently there was something wrong with the limo sent to pick up his wife Miki and their daughter Suki. The driver had called and said that the car was acting funny, not even ten minutes later the phone rang again...and it was the hospital.

Sitting in the waiting room was drilling on him, everything hurt, and all of his senses were being driven into overdrive. Worry engulfed him, something was horribly wrong. When the doctor appeared he knew, no matter how much he desperately wanted it all to end he knew. The doctor just reaffirmed it; his beautiful wife Miki was dead. "What of my little Suki? Is she alright?" He dreaded asking; soon he was going to break into a fit of tears.

"The little girl with your wife? I had no idea she was Suki, I thought that you two gave birth to Suki..." he trailed off at the lost look Mr. Higurashi was giving him.

"What do you mean? Suki was our child."

The doctor wrung his hands in worry. "Sir, she did not share any of the same DNA as you or your wife. Now I think, although this is going to be hard that you will have to I.D. the body just to make sure that she is Suki. Please wait a moment."

He disappeared only to return a moment later; a sympathetic look crossed his face as he motioned for Haru Higurashi to follow him. When the sheet was lifted off Suki's little body something in Haru snapped. "That is my little Suki." He somehow managed to choke out.

"But sir, you see she could not possibly be either your or Mrs. Higurashi's child...I could check medical records for you. I know you had a child but she is not yours."

flashback

Love from your friendly fic. Author!

Ami--Friend

Haru--Born in the spring

Miki--Beautiful tree

Zinan--Second son.

Suki--Beloved