Greetings folks, this is the sequel to my fic Blood Brother ), a story about the cast of Inuyasha playing roles as victims and murderers involved in the WW2 Holocaust. I highly believe you wont understand this story unless you read Blood Brother. Otherwise, if you're too lazy to read that one. Just note that this takes place mainly in America and there are two families, Holocaust survivors, who are struggling to make ends meet in their new life.

And if you did read Blood Brother, then you would know who is having this dream in the following prologue: kinda like a quiz eh?

A Wound Left Behind

By Fantasy Cat

Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to Rumiko Takahashi and deal with a few historical events which may or may not have taken place.

Prologue

Everynight, it was the same dream…one that had no infinite start or conclusion. It was not happy but it was not a nightmare either. And she failed to understand…

It started in a house. She knew she was alone. She knew that the food that she was eating did not belong to her, but she couldn't help that her aching stomach was desiring such fresh and wonderful food. And then the bad thing she expected to happen did come. She was chased inside the house of a stranger by the voice of a booming woman. Her small hands struggled in fear to turn the doorknob. The angry woman and her husband were close behind.

At the very last minute, the door flew open and she rushed out.

But something struck her the moment she stepped outside…

And now she was being pushed into water by a pair of large hands.

Just when it seemed that she was about to take her last breath, the hands let go. She quickly pulled out of the water and the first thing she saw was a field of broken glass and a man with a bleeding hand, a hand that she could feel as the one who tried to drown her.

Sometimes, the dream takes on different forms and leaves out certain sequences. The odd sequence that stood out, was just her in a small attic room, sweeping through books whose language she did not understand and the teddy bear she owned by her side.

Perhaps one day, she would understand the dream, the sequences of déjà vu. But for the time being, she had to put these visions behind her.

Life was different now. Life was better.

And she never knew that she grew up in such fear. She didn't understand or respond to the past.

Who knew that she was surrounded by so much death as a child?

Those were the questions that were about to be answered…