Author Note: I should be studying for my upcoming finals. Which start in less than five days. But instead, I'm going to edit this fanfiction to pieces. (And hopefully bring about some inspiration!)

The original A/N stated that I wrote this fiction out of boredom and also because I had nothing to do for two hours. And it was all written in third person. (What the hell was I on?) Oh, and apparently, I had a bright new retainer (although I have no clue as to how a retainer could be bright) and I was going to bite people with if they didn't review. Seriously… what the hell was I on? D:

Summary: (SessKag) Kagome's living with her abusive drunk mom Bro ran away. Sesshoumaru finds himself bumping into her all the time. Why can't he keep away? Can he break through her icy facade and can she break through his?

Warning(s): Unintentional OOC-ism, intentional misleading beginning, unbeta-ed.

Rated: M for mink, uh, mature.

Last Edited: Dec. 6, 2006

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Wicked Heart

Chapter One: Dreams

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The day was bright. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, even the clouds were light and fluffy, like whipped cream.

Today seemed to be perfect.

Yawning, Kagome walked into her bathroom, carrying her clothes under her arm, and took a quick shower, using loads of shampoo in her thick hair. She got out feeling refreshed and quickly brushed her teeth.

She pulled on a bright pink shirt. She sighed. She always felt happy when she wore pink. She looked into the mirror. Loved, she always felt loved when she wore it. She giggled at her early morning silliness. Grasping her dark-blue jeans, she jumped around for a while, trying to get her feet into the insanely small leg holes. Managing that, she yanked up and quickly buttoned her jeans. She pulled on a pair of ankle socks.

She giggled again. She seemed to be doing that a lot today.

She unwrapped the towel from around her head and blow-dried her still wet hair. Sighing, she ran a brush through it for a while. After that she let it fall gracefully onto her shoulders. She laughed. There was no way her hair was going to stay perfect all day without the help of one of her most loved beauty products. Ah, hair spray; what would she do without it? She shook a can and sprayed it over her hair, carefully cementing her hair in place. She was about to leave the bathroom when she realized that she still had to put on her makeup.

She grabbed a small tube of pink lip-gloss from her drawer. Looking into the mirror, she puckered up and applied just enough to make her lips "shimmer like the dewy petals of a flower caught in the early morning sun." Damn, that was a really long slogan for lip-gloss. She grabbed a bit of blusher and brushed a bit onto her face. Grasping her eye shadow box, she decided to be a "fresh pink." Honestly, Kagome had no idea as to how one pink was "fresher" than another. She giggled as she carefully coloured her eyelids. She blinked a few times and reached into her drawer for another one of her magical beauty products, mascara. Pulling her mouth into an 'O' she "lengthened and defined" her eyelashes. She grabbed a bottle of "Perfect Miko Diva Body Mist" from her counter and sprayed herself a few times.

She giggled yet again.

Walking out of her bathroom, she noted that she had left a piece of paper on her wood floor. Sighing at her messiness, she picked it up and placed it quickly in her wastebasket. She caught sight of her backpack and smiled. All of her homework was in there, all done and perfectly organized. Just the way she liked it.

She waltzed down the stairs, toting her bright yellow backpack behind her. She passed her cat and gave him a quick pat. He responded to her with a wonderful purr and wove himself through her legs as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

She sniffed and then smiled as the scent of freshly made pancakes reached her nose.

Yay, pancakes!

She hoped her mother had added extra chocolate chips. She giggled and walked into the kitchen.

"Kagome!" cried her mother. "I hope you had a good night's sleep?" She waved a spatula in the air. "I just made a fresh batch of chocolate chip pancakes. Go sit with Souta."

Kagome smiled and slid into the seat across from her younger brother. She placed her bag next to her feet. Souta was smiling between bites of pancakes. He had smothered them in his favourite topping, purple grape jelly. He mouthed "Good morning," to her as she settled down.

"Just great Mom! I haven't slept like that in ages!" Her mom smiled and put an incredibly high stack of pancakes in front of her. "Mom! I can't eat this much!" She smiled and dug her fork into the stack.

"Aw, c'mon sweetie! You haven't been eating much lately! Eat up!" Her mother turned to the counter and grabbed a paper bag. Kagome realized just how thoughtful her mother was. "Here's your lunch. Extra big!" She placed it in Kagome's bag for her. Her mother smiled at her and then went back to the stove.

"Yeah Kagome! You're way too thin. Look at you!" said Souta between mouthfuls. "You're so skinny!"

It was at that point that Grandpa walked in. "I KNEW IT! You're anorexic aren't you? AREN'T YOU?"

Kagome gave him a funny look. "What?" She looked up at him, fork frozen halfway to her mouth, a bit of dripping pancake hanging off the edge. He looked at her through narrowed lids. Then he stalked closer and closer to her until their noses were almost touching.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Checking to see if your eyes are dilated. Anorexic people have dilated pupils." He continued to stare deep into her eyes and then suddenly turned away. "No, I was wrong, you're not anorexic!"

His voice sounded weird; it was more garbled than usual. She gave him a weird look. When he turned around his face was bulging.

She looked to her stack of pancakes and noticed that it was only half as high as it had been a minute before.

She stared at her grandfather, flabbergasted, and caught sight of her brother laughing into his pancakes.

"Mom! Did you see what Grandpa just did?"

"No, dear. Eat your pancakes."

Kagome scowled into her pancakes. Grandpa's face was stuffed, making him look like a swollen jack-o-lantern.

"Mess with my pancakes will you?" she whispered under her breath.

She quickly finished her pancakes sparing one precious bite-sized piece. She placed it on her fork. Then, she flung the bit of pancake at her grandfather's ear while he wasn't looking and speedily got up to put her plate and fork into the sink.

"SOUTA!" came Grandpa's yell. Kagome focused on keeping her back straight. She would not show that she was about to burst into giggles at any second.

"What?" mumbled Souta over yet another mouthful of pancakes.

Kagome giggled despite her intentions. She placed a kiss on her mother's cheek. "I'll be home late. I have to check out some books at the library with a friend."

"How dare you waste pancakes!" Her grandfather had swallowed and was staring at Souta with an expression of great loathing on his face.

"What? What are you talking about?" Souta's voice came out garbled and confused. He had better things to do than be confused. Like stuff himself with his mother's delicious pancakes.

"All right. Be good, dear. Have fun and be careful!" Her mother returned the kiss and then turned to tend to the yummy pancakes.

"Bye Grandpa! Bye Souta!" Kagome yelled as she grabbed her bag. She knew she had to get out of there before they figured out what she had done.

"PANCAKES! And the fact that you're wasting them! How dare you waste even a bit of the almighty pancake!"

"But… I didn't!"

Kagome giggled and walked out of the house. Life was so funny. As she walked down the street, she felt the sun shining down on her back. It was good to be alive. She smiled and twirled around in a circle as she walked down the sidewalk.

Mornings were always her favourite time of day. The sun was always shining, the birds were always chirping, Grandpa was always screaming at her to stop because she forgot her lunch, the sky was always bright. She paused.

Grandpa was always screaming at her to stop because she forgot her lunch?

She stopped and turned around to face Grandpa. He waved at her, his face contorted oddly. "Kagome, you almost forgot your lunch!"

"Aw Grandpa, you know I don't do it on purpose!" She grinned at him. "Do you still think I'm anorexic?"

"Anorexic?" His brow scrunched up.

"Yeah!" She sighed and tousled his old man hair, and, oddly, he didn't flinch away. She frowned. "You're probably starting to lose your memory." She rolled her eyes at him and then grinned.

"What? Oh…oh yes…. Anorexic. I called you that." He smiled.

She smiled back at him but frowned inside.Perhaps it was time for her mother to take Grandpa in for a check-up. She felt worried. She had a soft spot in her heart for the old man, even if he was kind of psychotic and way too zealous for his own good. He was her grandpa after all. "Yeah."

"Take the lunch bag."

She looked at him. What was up with his voice? All of a sudden it seemed all creepy. And… ancient?

Her ears were messing up.

Note to self: No more loud classical sonatas late at night.

"Take… the… bag."

Her grandfather looked straight into her eyes.

"Kagome. Take the lunch bag. Take… it."

She took a step away from him. Her ears were fine. Grandpa's voice, on the other hand, was messed and messed bad. He sounded like a mummy. Or what she thought a mummy would sound like if a mummy could talk. It wasn't like she conversed with mummies on a daily basis or anything like that.

She was digressing.

She reached out for the bag slowly. "You know, maybe you should go to the doctor and get that voice thing checked out. It seems kind of croaky." She was about to close her hands around the lunch bag when she remembered something.

Her mother had already placed her lunch in her backpack.

She yanked her hand back before she could touch the brown paper. Grandpa, who had not been expecting this, let go of the bag. It fell to the floor and immediately became soaked. She blinked.

The bag oozed red liquid. And then it started to squirm. Kagome's heart caught in her throat. Were those worms coming out of that bag? She stared up with big eyes to ask Grandpa what on earth was going on. Instead of asking though, she began to scream, her hands coming up to her mouth.

Grandpa was decomposing before her eyes. His skin withered away and became cracked and brown. He smiled at her, and his skin ripped across his face, baring decaying flesh. Her mind shrieked at her to run, run away and never look back. But she couldn't, she was rooted to the spot. She stared deep into his empty sockets: his eyes had just disintegrated. His flesh dried up and soon all that was left were his bones; his straight, grey-white bones.

That was not her grandfather. Her grandfather had a bad stoop. His back would never be able to go upright like that. She stared at him in horror.

Who was that?

His hand reached out for her and she took a step back. Her breath was coming in short gasps.

This was not happening. Oh no. This was totally not happening. This was so not happening, that it was kind of funny. In a sick and totally twisted way of course. A sick and totally twisted way that wasn't happening, at all.

The old man's bones nodded to the wind.

Suddenly, she realized how very black and dark it was. The sun was no more; there were dark, billowing clouds in its place. Thunder sounded behind her. She turned her head around and saw the skeleton behind her. She turned her entire body to face him, her eyes widening.

"How did you get there?" She didn't understand what was happening. She took a step backwards, trying to get as far away from the skeleton thing as she could. She flinched as she stepped into something squishy.

Did she just step in dog crap? Great, first her grandfather morphs into a skeleton, and then she steps in dog doo-doo.

She looked down to see if the damage to her new, white sneakers was bad and then fell over backwards, trying to desperately get herself away from the blob of bloody worms she had just stepped in. She landed on her ass in the grass. She scuttled away from it, using her hands to propel herself backwards until one of her hands hit a pipe and she flipped over due to lack of balance.

As she lay sprawled in the grassy strip between the sidewalk and the street, Kagome realized that she had forgotten about the skeleton. She screeched as it suddenly appeared right in front of her.

"Come with me Kagome," it crooned, its voice old and dusty with age. "It's just me, Grandpa. Come with me." It reached out with its skeletal hand and bent closer to her, trying to ensnare her wrist.

She screamed and tried to press herself into the ground, as far away from the skeleton as possible. This was sad. She wasn't even a block away from her own home and she was going to die. Tears sprung in her eyes.

She didn't want to die.

"You're NOT my grandfather!" she yelled.

Suddenly, an odd thought hit her. Why wasn't anyone helping her? She screamed incoherently at the top of her lungs and rolled around the skeleton man on her knees. She swiftly got to her feet and ran to her house.

"Mom!" she bawled. "Mom! Help me!" She pounded on the thick wooden door. "Mom?"

The skeleton man slowly walked to her. Her eyes widened. "Mommy! Open the door!" She struggled with the doorknob and battled against it, vainly twisting and turning it. It was locked.

"Souta? Souta! Open the door!" She tried to jiggle the knob again and listened for the sounds of footsteps coming to her aid.

There were none.

The skeleton man was coming closer. She was pretty sure he was a man. Unless if the skeleton was a girl with a really manly voice. And that would be odd. Almost as odd as her grandfather morphing into a skeleton bent on having her eat worms for lunch.

Focus! She had to focus on what was at hand!

Slowly and steadily the skeleton was approaching. He knew that the door wouldn't open. That was why he was taking his time.

She was his.

She screamed at this revelation and ran across the porch to the living room window. She banged on the glass with her fists. "SOUTA! MOMMY! SOUTA!" She was hysterical now, tears coursing down her cheeks. Her mind was blank, focusing on the thought of the incoming skeleton.

"SOUTA!" she wailed. She banged on the glass one last time before looking around, helplessly, for something that'd help her break the window.

As she looked around, she realized that there were no potted plants or chairs or stools or even a rock around to smash the window. Great. She was going to die because her mother didn't put any potted plants on the porch. She screamed in frustration and banged her small fists against the windowpane one last time.

"No! I don't want this to happen!" She swore at the window and cursed the doors and the unhearing neighbours who seemed to have vanished. Could no one hear her screaming?

"Kagome."

He was smiling when he said that. She could tell. A shudder ran down her spine. She was going to die. More tears spilled down her cheeks. She turned around to face him. She would not die a coward.

She wished she hadn't turned around. The skeleton man was there, yes, but he was different. He had… she wasn't going to call them eyes. They were more like glowing orbs of light that changed from a wicked green to a powerful, bright, pulsing red. They rolled about in his sockets. His finger bones were covered in the red liquid, which she now believed to be blood. It stank.

He opened his skull or mouth or jaw, or whatever a skeleton's mouth was to be called. There was a mass of slimy worms writhing about. She supposed that was his tongue. She wondered how he had talked without one before; a stupid thought to think before dying.

"Kagome… come with me." He started to reach a bloodied finger to her again.

She backed up awkwardly to the exterior of the house. The edge of the windowsill cut into her back. She didn't care. She wanted to be as for away from this as possible. "Come where?"

"Come with me." He reached out more, his bones clicking as they stretched for her.

"Come where? I don't want to go with you! Leave me alone!"

"But I love you! And you love me… we belong together for eternity. For ever and ever!"

Wow. He really sounded like a deranged stalker. It was just like in the movies.

"No! I won't go with you! Leave me alone!" She tried to move around the edge of the house, away from the skeleton.

He looked at her hard, his eyes pulsing with colour every other second. "You will come with me…. even if I must drag you by your hair." He reached out for her yet again.

Kagome screeched and tried to move sideways but his hand caught her wrist before she could move. Her skin began to wither away. She screamed again and again as the manic skeleton pulled her into his arms.

"For ever and ever," he crooned into her ear.

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A girl squirmed in her bed. Her jet-black hair was going to be very hard to straighten out when she awoke. It was all tangled, mostly because she was dancing around as if her body was on fire. But who could blame her? That was one nasty nightmare she was having.

There was a small nightlight next to the bed. It flickered a bit while casting an eerie glow over her possessions. She was going to have to change the light bulb.

The black walls of the room were covered with large posters of bands. Presumably, these were posters of bands that she liked. They festooned the walls at odd angles (the posters of the bands, not the bands themselves), somehow giving visitors the conception of a larger room.

Her floor was covered with a thick deep red shag carpet… if you could see it. At the moment, it was covered with a vast assortment of useless miscellaneous items including but not exclusive to books, DVDs, and clothing.

A computer desk, complete with a mind-blowing amount of stuff cluttering the surface, could be found in the corner next to her bed. The only way one could have known it was a computer was the odd beeping lights that showed up all over the place from beneath the fabric of the clothes thrown haphazardly over it, indicating that, somewhere under that mess, there was a machine of some sorts, still on. A black rolling chair was sitting in front of the computers, clothes strewn all over it.

Her chest of drawers was overflowing with things. Articles of clothing, papers, plastic pens, markers, and (strangely enough) plastic spoons hung out of the drawers, making a few of the drawers impossible to close, meaning that they were open and showing their goods to every human that walked into that room. Not that many people did walk in the room.

Her closet was stuffed with an astonishing amount of burnt CDs, burnt DVDs, books, clothes and scraps of paper. It almost seemed like someone had had a confetti party. Or not. This girl was not a confetti-loving kind of chick.

In her bed, she continued to thrash about. She was getting her blanket all twisted up. She was going to need some help getting out of it in the morning. Her writhing stopped for a second… then she let out a blood-curdling scream.

She sat up straight in bed, her chest heaving, breathing out of control. Her azure eyes were wide, but glazed; looking desperately from side to side. She was still in her dreamland. Slowly… her eyes cleared and she regained control of her breathing; it was still heavy, but not as rapid as before. Her heartbeat, on the other hand, was still going incredibly fast.

She felt like a hamster.

She put her face in her hands and breathed deep into her palms, leaning forward. She hoped the other or others in the house hadn't heard her. She hated it when they….

She took a deep breath and got up, wading through the jumble of things on her floor to her computer. She shoved some of her junk off of her chair and the computer desk onto the floor. Still breathing heavily, she logged onto LiveJournal and wrote about her weird dream.

After typing out a long blog, she saved it and pressed the submit button. She needed to see a psychiatrist. She laughed to herself. She yawned and waded back to her bed. She needed more sleep. She hoped she hadn't woken anyone up with her weird dream scream. She sighed and dug herself deep into the blanket, making a cocoon around herself. No more thinking about dreams. She fell asleep several minutes later.

Others in the house weren't so lucky.