Oh boy... New story...
Don't worry, I will still update Drabble Stories, but this idea was stuck in my head for son long, and I couldn't ignore it. This is a combination of my three favorite AUs; InuYasha looses his memory, dies, and turns into a child. I don't know how my favorite character in all of anime dying is my thing to read but... whateves.
Now... ON WITH THE STORY!
She could still remember the way he told her he loved her.
In normal circumstances, that would've been the greatest and happiest moment of her life, but, when he said it...
He was losing his.
The day he died was still vivid and fresh in her mind. She could never forget the way his long silver hair was streaked crimson with his own blood. His breathing was ragged and strained, as if rocks were replacing his lungs. His usual bright golden eyes that were so full of life and excitement, were full of pain, sorrow and fear. His words were what caused her to cry. She knew he hated it when she cried, but she could not help herself.
Their last few moments together would always break her heart whenever she thought about them.
It had been three years since InuYasha died. Three years since he defeated Naraku. Three years since the Jewel got purified and left this world. Three years since Miroku's Wind Tunnel disappeared.
And three long and lonely years... And she had to face them herself.
Kagome shook her head to stop the tears from falling. She was supposed to be composed, she was supposed to have moved on. She did, but it still hurt when she walked past his grave on the way to the well. His grave was located at the roots of the Goshinbouku, inside InuYasha's Forest.
Her mother understood how hard it was for her daughter to lose someone she deeply loved. After all, Mrs. Higurashi went through the same thing herself. And she was hoping her daughter would never have to deal with it.
Fate was never one to listen to requests.
Mrs. Higurashi allowed her daughter to live in the Feudal Era, allowing some visits from time to time.
As the apprentice of a priestess, Kagome had to stay near the village to perform her duties, or her future duties. Tying her hair back, Kagome stood up. She made her way to the bamboo may that hung as a door.
Kagome was greeted with the sight of working villagers.
Men were working in the fields, while women were busy taking care of children a housework. Umarried women were in the rice fields.
"Lady Kagome!"
Said woman turned around to see Miroku, his wife Sango, and little Shippou running up to her.
"Ah. Master Miroku, Sango, Shippou. Good morning!" Kagome greeted politly. Sango smiled at her best friend.
"Good morning to you too!"
Miroku bowed a little at Kagome. Standing up, he looked at her with serious expression. "Lady Kagome, I know you don't like to leave the village after... a... certain event, but it would bear me and my wife great pleasure if you would accompany us to a neighboring village in need of an exorcism?" His last words had a bit of hope in them.
Kagome frowned. It was true, ever since InuYasha died, Kagome hasn't left the village. When she was first confronted about it she answered that she could not leave InuYasha behind.
"I'm sorry. You know I can't."
Shippo jumped on her shoulder. "But Kagome, you've said that for three years now. You gotta leave one of these days."
"But-"
"Shippou's right!" Sango cut in before Kagome could protest. "One of these days, you have to go on an excorcism travel. And you will be doing that once Kaede steps down and makes you the head priestess."
Kagome sighed in defeat. Sango had a point. "Alright. I'll go. Just let me grab my bow and arrow."
Miroku, Sango, and Shippou could not hold back there smiles as Kagome went to retrive her weapons.
A woman ran through the forest, clutching a dark blue cloth closer to her chest. Behind her, she could hear the shouts of angry village men.
"Demon whore!"
"Traitor!"
"Mother of Evil!"
The woman could feel tears springing to her eyes. The bundle of dark cloth started wiggling on her chest. The woman knew if she stopped, both her and her child would be killed.
She would tolerate herself being killed, but never her child.
She tripped on tree root, making her fall down a small hill. As she tumbled, the woman clutched her baby tighter, trying to muffle his cries. She stopped tumbling after a while.
Standing up, she winced as she realized she had twisted her ankle in the fall. Panic started to consume her. She hurt her foot, but did her baby...
Uncovering the cloth, she looked down at her baby and breathed a sigh of relief. He was alright. A few bruises, but nothing serious. Her baby opened his eyes and let out a small and happy gurgle when he saw his mother. The woman smiled lovingly at her son. Limping torwards a river, the woman shuddered in fear as she heard the village men's yells.
Suddenly pain hit her in the back.
Looking back, the woman's eyes widened in horror as she saw a long arrow sticking in the middle of her back, right between her shoulder blades.
"N-no... I can't... die... not now..." She muttered. Using the last of her strength, the woman limped torwards a small and rundown shrine. This was the place where she met her lover, and where her baby was born.
Opening the shojo doors, the woman collapsed. She still had her life, but not for long.
Clutching her baby boy closer to her, the woman let out a prayer as she started to cry.
Please, Dear Kami-sama... take me... please don't let my child die... please... just take me...
As she finished her prayer, two things happened.
Her baby strted crying, and the shrine's shojo doors opened.
CLIFFHANGER!
I don't usually do them, but... I JUST COULDN'T RESIST!
See ya later!