The Hidden Voice by showtyjennie

Shattered Dream

Chapter 1

Shattered dream

(AN: It starts off in Kagome's POV. But just the beginning does. )

It inspired me greatly. It was really amazing. How could anyone sing as beautiful as she did? Her voice was smooth, and it soothed my inner soul. She had a beautiful lyrical voice, strong voice, but not heavy. It was magnificent. I yearn to have the same talent, to have the capability of inspiring others, the way she could to me.

I sat comfortably in the leather seat, among the rest of the audience. Mama was right to suggest to going this Concert. At first I felt obligated, but now I feel foolish for doing so. She sat right next to me. I forced myself to tear my eye's gaze away from the singing woman to see the expression on my mother's face. It was a look of calm, and there was a gleam in her eyes. I could tell she was enjoying the Concert as much as I was. It was now official... I, Kagome Higurashi, wanted to become a singer.

~*~*~

To become a singer, one must take voice lessons at the youngest age possible. And so, I did exactly just that. I took voice lessons immediately. I often doubted myself; I would never become a famous singer. But then I would remember the way that Singer touched my inner soul. I wont ever forget that moment. I secretly promised myself that I would make it. I would defeat the odds, and fulfill my dream... I would achieve my goal.

I wasn't trying to do this all for fame. I wasn't trying to achieve this because of the money at all. I was innocently trying to touch other people's hearts, and do something I take great pleasure in. Every time I took my voice lessons, I could relax. I could forget the busy, hard world around me, and just simply do something I loved doing. In the near future I would soon learn that things are easier said than done.

~*~*~

Kagome was helping her mother cook dinner. She stood humming a happy little tune; glad to be able to help her mother, if only chopping vegetables. Her mother stood a few feet to the right of her doing the "real" cooking.

" Ah, Kagome, how have your voice lessons been going?" asked Mrs.Higurashi.

Kagome stopped her task and looked up to face her mother.

“ Its great Mom! I can’t wait to grow up and become a singer! “ Replied Kagome with a large beaming smile on her face.

Mrs.Higurashi chuckled silently to herself and continued cooking. She couldn’t help but glance at her daughter every now and then just to see if she was all right. Oh how much she loved her dear Kagome. If anything ever happened to her she didn’t know what she would do. She would give, and do anything just to see that Kagome was safe and within her arms. She also promised herself that she would help Kagome become whatever her life’s dream was to become. In this case, Kagome wanted to become a singer. Mrs.Higurashi had to admit the truth; there was a large chance that Kagome wouldn’t succeed. But she couldn’t find the will and words to tell her happy daughter this. So all she did was smile and encourage her daughter on. After all, Kagome did sing pretty well for a nine year old.

~*~*~

For the past few months Ichi Higurashi, had been fighting against an incurable disease that affected her heart and lungs. Doctors told her she had only six more months to live. Sadly, she died a few days ago,

leaving her nine year old daughter behind.

~*~*~

Silent tears streaked Kagome's pale face.

'How could you?'

The rain poured hard and the only thing sheltering her at the moment was a black umbrella. The ground was soaked and was starting to become muddy.

' How could you leave me?'

The only thing in Kagome's blurry vision was a dark gray solid object. Embedded deeply on its hard surface was a name.

Ichi Higurashi

The rain was starting to soak her, even though she had an umbrella. Kagome mentally shook her head. Her mother hadn’t told her about the fatal disease that she was affected with until the last few weeks of her life. Ichi said she didn’t tell Kagome only because she didn’t want her to feel depressed the last few months that she was still alive. Even though Ichi’s intentions were meant to cause less suffering on Kagome’s part, it only served to increase the amount of guilt Kagome already had a great deal of.

Kagome hadn’t thought that her mother would leave her, or at least not so soon. Didn’t she know that she needed her?

Kagome collapsed onto the wet earth of heart broken despair.

Kagome was horror struck when she heard about her mother’s to be death and now, all she ever did was weep. She knew it wouldn’t help anything but she couldn’t bring herself to stop crying; it helped her pour out her emotions full of misery.

Kagome was a loner now. She didn’t have a father because he too left her. She didn’t have any siblings to comfort her, and her relatives that were alive were somewhat distant from her family. For some unknown reason, her relatives despised and disapproved of her family. Kagome failed to understand how her own flesh and blood could act so coldly to them when her mother was always kind and generous.

There was only one family member that was able to tolerate her. Her Aunt Fusae Koshiba.

~*~*~

A warm hand touched her left shoulder.

At first, she was started but then she looked up to see a man dressed in a dark gray driver’s attire.

So the day had finally come when she would be separated from her mother. (Err grave?)

Kagome nodded her head in understanding that it was time to go, and stood up. Hot tears were still silently streaking her face. Each tear whispered good byes. Good-bye for now, mother. I promise I will come and visit. Kagome thought gloomily.

She followed the man to a waiting black car.

Inside was her Aunt Fusae.

This was the first time in years that she saw her aunt. She was uniquely beautiful and had an independent air around her.

The driver opened the black door for Kagome. Not wanting her aunt to see her crying, she abruptly wiped her face with her sleeve before climbing in. The car started pulling away from the area and it was all Kagome could do to look back at her Mother’s grave until it couldn’t be seen anymore.

~*~*~

Both the Aunt and the driver didn’t say anything in the long drive. Kagome didn’t care. Her mind was too preoccupied with sadness. The ride was silent and long, but Kagome paid no attention to it.

She looked out the window watching the area change. At first, they passed by familiar streets, houses, buildings, etc, all which she was use to, but then larger buildings started appearing.

She knew beforehand that she would be living in a far-off area from her hometown.

Hours later, they were in Tokyo. Kagome knew this because the structures that stood proudly easily towered over the buildings in her hometown. She looked up in awe as they passed by looming buildings. The streetlights were so bright and there were so many cars in Tokyo’s busy streets! Not only that, but the sidewalks were crowded with people –most speedily walking.

Finally, the car drove into a garage full of other cars. It slowed into a halt and parked in a reserved space for ‘ Koshiba’. Sounds of cars and people echoed throughout the garage.

The driver got out first and quickly opened the door for Kagome’s aunt, who arrogantly filed out the door, and then Kagome herself. She uneasily stepped out; she wasn’t use to someone being so attentive to her. He then went and got out Kagome’s bags from the back of the car. By the way he proceeded to do things, it would seem that he was use to it. Her luggage wasn’t really heavy because she hadn’t brought much with her, just her cloths and most of her music.

The entire time, Fusae waited impatiently with her arms crossed. Kagome couldn’t comprehend how someone could look gorgeous and yet look conceitedly smug at the same time. Was this really the woman she would have to live with for years to come?

Kagome followed her Aunt as she led the way to an elevator. Once they got out of the elevator, Fusae searched her leather purse for her key. After she found it, she inserted it through a small narrow hole. There was snap of unlocking before the door became partly open. Fusae stepped in first and Kagome followed through with the driver right behind her. With the flick of a wrist, the room was illuminated vibrantly and Kagome gaped at the huge apartment.

There was a clear glass window in which Kagome could see the outside buildings. In front of the huge, glass window was a pair of leather couches. Against a wall was a flat wide screen T.V. The apartment held a metallic taste in it, something Kagome wasn’t really use to because her previous home was something more “ inviting ”. Finally her Aunt spoke up.

“ This is your new home,” stated Fusae firmly.

She didn’t waste her breath pretending to be ‘all nice’.

Kagome had thought that Fusae’s voice would be sweet and syrupy to match her good looks, what noise came out was hoarse.

Fusae looked a little bit similar to Ichi Higurashi except she was a bit taller and her face did not hold the friendly expression. Her elegant eyes were sharp and her perfect lips tended to sneer.

“ T-Thank you for taking me in.” Kagome said quietly.

Fusae didn’t make a reply to Kagome‘s appreciation. All she did was frown and turn her back on Kagome. She pointed at a long hallway.

“ Your room is to the left down that hall way.”

Kagome grasped for courage for what she was about to ask Fusae. After all, living with Fusae was good enough but she just couldn’t live without taking voice lessons and becoming a singer.

“ Am I allowed to still take part in Voi-”

“ Voice Lessons?” interrupted Fusae, her arms unconsciously crossing in front of her.

Kagome nodded her head while noticing her aunt’s habit of crossing her arms.

“ You certainly may not! Your mother told me about you taking voice lessons! What do you think taking voice lessons will help achieve? It’s just a waste of time.”

Kagome was about to argue until Fusae cut her off piercingly.

“ Watch it. You are under my roof. You shall do what I say. You are lucky that I took you in after all, you selfish little girl. I will not take part in wasting my money for your selfish benefit.”

Kagome hadn’t thought that her aunt’s personality would be this ignorant. After all, Fusae did take her in when no one else would, but she couldn’t believe her ears. Tears burned behind her eyes, they were begging to be shed. Just her luck, first her mother dies and now she couldn’t take part in doing what she loved to do. She glared angrily at her Aunt but what could a nine -year -old girl do? She certainly did not have the advantage. All she could do was pout.

“ Go to your room and change your cloths. You’re muddy and disgusting. I don’t need your filth in my home. Dinner will be ready in an hour. " Fusae declared snippily while turning on her heels.

Kagome frowned but did what she was told.