Bleached Love

Summary: This white room with the plastic chairs is the waiting to the afterlife. You may get in, or you may survive. It's not your decision or Kagome's. But when Inuyasha visits this room, Kagome makes it her duty to save him from death. -InuKag-

Rating: T (+13)

Them: Romance/Drama

AN. At the end, it's a little rushed, sorry. And there's probably a lot of spelling mistakes, my Microsoft Words hasn't been working very well lately.

Chapter one

-X0X-

Did you take your meds?

Inuyasha curled his fingers under the new liquid while someone pulled on a clear mask over his nose and mouth. Everything was shaking, or more like jerking around. There was someone lights above making everything much harder to see, but he could still make out his mother's crouched figure, her hands holing onto the side of his head. She was crying, or more like sobbing, but yet he couldn't hear her sobs, or the ambulance's usual loud sirens. It was like a silent world. His mother was talking; her trembling lips were pulled back into a sad smile. He wanted to tell her everything would be fine. But that probably wasn't the truth.

He didn't remember everything, only small moments, as if it was snips from some old foreign move his mother would make him watch. Juts like a distorted dream. But all of these memories, nightmares, all of them were very real; he could still see them all.

The pills, the plastic water bottles and the sick feeling in his stomach, it had all happened and passed through his dull eyes. He could still feel the bathroom's fluorescent lights shining down into his eyes. The vomit, the acid smell and taste, it wouldn't leave his tongue, as if imbed into his flesh. Juts like a fucked up tattoo.

He wanted to bring a hand up to his throat, it still hurt from the way he swallowed down those pills, the chalky taste still lingered in his mouth with the acid aftertaste.

He never did get to have his paradise in the snow…

The white and red ambulance had come to the apartment in fifteen minutes after the call. He didn't remember his mother calling them, but she must have since if she didn't, he wouldn't be here would he?

His mother's eyes sudden went wide as she quickly looked to the side to something, her hand came up to her open mouth. A sudden pain passed through his body before everything went dark… a pitch black.

….

His eyes snapped back open when he felt his body jump at the sudden shock. He looked around, seeing one of the paramedics leaning over him with the metal paddles in his hands. The man was looking over to something on his left while he muttered something.

His body was still shaking from the shock, it was going trough the tips of his fingers like a soft tingle, as if someone had pinched them with pliers. Something wet suddenly touched his cheek, then another. Through foggy eyes, he looked up to see his mother leaning over him, tears leaking down her red face. She was crying… it was his fault.

He just wished those pills would have finished him off earlier. He just wished he had locked the bathroom door.

And then darkness came to great him once more.

"—so as that waitress came back, he smiled again! And I swear—on my mother's grave—her skirt was about three inches shorter this time, her underwear was showing, and it was vibrant pink! And then when she's bending down to fill our glasses, she pushed her shoulders back, making chest stick out even more than it was before and then—I'm not joking—her boob pops out!"

Oh my God.

Kagome sat on the cool tiled floor, finger pressed against her temples as she listened with a half open mind to the rambling teenager. The girl's mouth never topped moving from side to side, like a horse eating peanut butter.

She had greeted this girl about forty five minuets ago, finding the teenager in the mid of crying her eyes out, with a bullet hole through her chest. It was hard to listen to someone talk when there's a gapping hole in their chest, which is oozing with thick blood. It was like a magnet, making Kagome's eyes always fall downwards to watch the dark blood stream down her cheery yellow tank top, where a little bunny with an umbrella was printed onto the shirt.

Kagome hade just been bored out of her mind, playing solitary on the computer, and out of no where, this girl popped up into one of the plastic chairs with a stunned look. And then the waterworks exploded. She was like water fountain.

After calming down the girl and taking a seat on the floor, Kagome asked out of empathy to why she was crying.

And then that's when the whole long story of why-my-boyfriend-is-such-a-little-prick-and-should-rot-in-hell-but-I-still-love-him-since-he-did-buy-me-that-really-nice-Louis-Vuitton-necklace-and-sunglasses-which-look-fabulous-with-my-channel-flats-even-though-they're-fake-and-all-but-I-still-hate-him-like-I-hate-when-I-forget-my-home-phone-number fiasco-tale was told… or more like still being told.

"—and then he was like," her voice went suddenly deeper as if someone a choking her. "—what's you're problem, stop acting all jealous and stuff—and I'm like— well why don't you go and—"

This wasn't human; the girl hadn't even taken a breath of air. She had to be half robot…

"—that man whore—"

Or maybe she had an inbuilt oxygen system in her body which would give her the needed air without having her need to breathe it in. That would make sense… maybe in a million years.

"—but those shoes were really awesome I swear and even though they may have cost triple the usual amount and I maxed out my card, and they were a tad too small, at least they look really pretty in my closet now—"

Or maybe she was breathing through her nose while she babbled on and on… if that was even possible.

"—and guess who I find in his bed, that little slut from the Muffin Shop!"

"No way!" Kagome said as she realized that the girl had finally finished her speech. It was a miracle. "He seemed like such a sweet guy at first."

"I know!" The girl said as she continue to gesticulate her hands, as if she was one of those men who stand on runways and wave down airplanes with bright yellow sticks. All she needed now was the orange overcoat and fluorescent bands across it. She was a natural. "And when I took the quiz in the March issue of Pop, it said we were made for each other." The girl said while she pulled up a magazine from the stack she had right beside her. After silently flipping through a couple pages, she found the right one and shoved it up to Kagome's face. "And I've been loyal to those quizzes for over two years now and that's the first one that has let me down, like my latest horoscope."

When someone, like this girl with the cherry yellow top and bullet wound, come to the white waiting room, they bring with them whatever they were holding onto before blacking out and having their hearts stop dead, except if it's a living thing, like a cat or a cactus.

Gently taking the magazine from the girl's manicure fingers, Kagome scanned her eyes over the glossy page, taking everything in. She hadn't seen one of these for over a year, and it seemed she had missed a lot. On the other page, where the complex looking quiz wasn't printed on, there was a layout of the magazine's 'Springs Picks'.

Kagome could still faintly hear the teenager babbling on and on, but she just pushed away the words as she looked down to the clothes and accessories. Brushing her fingers over a picture of black bubble glasses, Kagome snapped her head back up. "When did bubble glasses become popular?"

The teenager stopped in mid sentence as she looked over to Kagome with a horrified expression. "Where have you been all year?"

"And are skinny jeans cool now?" Kagome asked a she flipped over to the next page, eyes glued to the magazine.

"Since last year, duh." The girl said while she took the magazine back. "It' all over the telly, you couldn't have miss that."

Chewing onto the inside of her cheeks, Kagome looked over her shoulder to the white room. She didn't own a television; all she had was a white desk, comfy chair and computer. "I guess I haven't been paying close attention." Kagome lied as she looked back to the girl.

There was a short silence while both of them kept their mouths tightly closed. But the chatty girl finally broke it.

"You seriously need some TLC." The girl aid as she shook her head in disbelief.

"Some what?"

"Tender loving care." The girl said while nodding. "You're like a lost puppy, you need my sweet love." She said while placing her hand over her heart, as if trying to show her point.

"But I—" Kagome didn't get to finish her sentence when she caught a sight of the clock from the corner of her eye. Time was ticking away; she had only had two minuets to get this girl to the afterlife before everything got messy. "We have to go." Kagome declared in a panicky voice as she pushed herself up. "Come."

"Wow, wait a second." The girl complained, but Kagome didn't wait as he pulled the teenager up onto her feet in one swift pull. "What's all the rushing for?" The girl asked as she tried to get to her magazines, but was unsuccessful when Kagome started dragging the girl away towards the end of the large room. "Where are we going?"

"It's your time." Kagome said softly as she stopped at the door.

"What do you mean 'your time'? And what's behind that door?" the teenager babbled out while she stuck her thumb at the white door.

"Behind that door," Kagome said while she took a quick look at it. "Is your new life."

The dead silence then came back as the teenager looked up to Kagome with blank eyes. "You're crazy." She finally declared. "Did you forget to take your pills?" She said while taking a step back.

"No… no wait—" Kagome reached out to her but missed.

"Your crazy… sick." the girl spat out. "You're probably going to peel off my skin and make a dress out of it like in that movie—what's it called again?"

"I'm not crazy I swear—"

"It has the word 'lamb' in it… some thing like "God's lamb" or "The Lamb of God. I remember seeing it in English class."

"The movie is called 'The Silence of the Lambs'— and I'm not crazy!" Kagome protested. This wasn't going too smoothly.

"You're a psychopath aren't you?" The girl said in pure shock as she covered her mouth with her hand as if muffling a scream. "I'm going to die aren't I?"

Slamming the palm of her hand against her forehead, Kagome held back a scream. How slow can this girl be? Kagome had explained everything to the girl and had repeatedly told the teenager that she was between life and death and she might have to go into the afterlife if her body didn't call her back to earth anytime soon. But somehow this crucial information had escaped the girl's mind. "You are dead, and there's no going back, I'm sorry but you have to take the next step."

Shaking her head, the girl took another step back. "You're crazy," She whispered while tears filed her eyes. "Stop lying."

"You'll get to see your mother again." Kagome said sympathetically as she fisted her hands into the fabric of her top. "You can be happy again, and you'll never need to see that boyfriend of yours again."

"B—but I love him." The girl said in a broken voice as she finally collapsed onto her knees, hands clasped onto her shaking lips. "I—I can't go, not now."

The horrible hiccups and sobs made Kagome stiffen. She had about thirty seconds before the girl would start to rot like teeth do when drowned in sugar and acid. Kneeling down, Kagome gently wrapped her arms around the girl's shaking shoulders as she held back a sigh. "I know, not any time of the day or month is the right time to pass away, I know you still probably have a million things to do before this happens. But it happened, and you'll have to take it head on." Slowly pulling back, Kagome looked down to the girl.

"I—I can't." the girl blurted out as she scooted back a little from Kagome's arms. "I'm too young for this."

"Just imagine seeing your mother again, wouldn't that be great."

Rubbing at her red nose, the teenager swallowed back down a sob as she looked up to the Kagome with teary. "You know," She said while biting down onto her bottom lip. "You really suck at this."

"Ya, I know." Kagome said with a sigh. "Even though I've been doing this for the past four years, I never get the hang of it.

"Must suck to be you." The girl said as she wiped away at her eyes with a balled fist.

"It has its ups and downs."

None of them spoke as a minute passed.

Finally, with a sniffle, the girl pushed herself off the ground. "I think want to see my mom now."

"Just go through the door, and if you somehow come back here, tell me how it is in the afterlife."

"I will." It was the last thing she head before the girl weakly opened the door, just leaving enough space for her to slip in and disappear.

It was over, yet again.

Slowly, Kagome turned back to the room, arms limply hanging to her sides. She dragged her feet across the cool ground, making her way to the white desk and dropped her light weight onto the awaiting chair. The clock, which was mounted onto the wall, clearly read 4:20.

With her feet, she made the chair spin a little to the left, which gave her a clear view of the empty plastic chairs which had been lined up in rows.

This was the waiting room.

The waiting room to the afterlife, a room where everything stopped, and you were between life and death. This was a room which was filled wit tears and hope. This was a hospital white room, the kind of white that made you sick in the stomach and crave colour so much you'd got to the extent of cutting yourself and painting the walls with your own hot blood to save your sanity. This was a room of death and life.

And Kagome had been unluckily chosen to take care if it, to be everyone's guardian angel.

A sudden cold feeling came into her stomach, someone new had arrived. Lifting her eyes back up to the seats, she saw a stunned young man, sitting in the plastic chair, clad in jeans and a black hoodie which had a dozen safety pins attached to the hood. The front of his sweater had been cut open as if someone tried to get better access to him. On the front of it, there was also some vomit splattered across it. He looked a little more than just lost.

"What the hell," he grumbled as he took a quick looked around the room. "Where did everyone go?"