So it's been quite some time since I've even written a story. About 4 or 5 years... Maybe more haha
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Bad Memory
"Bright blue and green eyes, left eye was blue and the right was green, shifted from face to face and watched all the vehicles hurry along without a care in the world.
It made her miss the peaceful life she once had. The dark haired woman was currently standing on the sidewalk in town, not far from a cafe. The very one that she
was to meet an old pen-pal she had before this whole mess happened. She really wanted to see a friendly face but at the same time she didn't want to drag her into
the disaster she called her life.
"Since once again she was in a new town. Well a new country altogether. Tokyo, Japan to be exact. 'It's noisy here...' The slightly irritated thought came and went.
Why should she depress herself over something she couldn't fix. That's right, she can not fix this. So for now she must keep running. Sometimes every day, every
month, every couple of months. Why? Well if anyone asked, though no one ever did or will, she would say it was because of choices she made that her 'family' wasn't
to happy about. They were too strict in her opinion. But that was the real reason. Oh no, the real reason was much worse and more complicated than that. Still
standing on the sidewalk, the memory came rushing back to her.
~Six years ago~
"It was the night of her eighteenth birthday, the party finally ended two hours before midnight. The best one she ever had in her opinion. Of course all the birthday
parties her foster dad, Kazuma threw for her amazing but there was just something about this one that made it the best. Little did she know at the time, it was
because it would be the last one she would have in that house. Though sleep finally claimed her consciousness, it didn't last long. At midnight, her eyes snapped
open, "...The bloody hell was that?" Her question whispered into the darkness at no one. It sounded like a hum at first. Calling her. Urging her to find 'IT'. This was
the night her life changed forever.
Sliding her legs over the edge of the bed as she sat up. She listened again, waiting for the hum. Just when she was about to give up and lay back down, there it was but instead of a hum it sounded like an echo of infinite voices talking in unison. She rose to her feet against her will. Flinching when her bare feet touched the ice cold wooden floor. 'W..Who are you? Where...Where are you?' She thought as her legs moved on their own again, going down the hall, turning here and there till her feet finally stopped in front of big double doors. 'Are you trapped in there?' She thought as her right hand lifted, barely touching the doorknob.
"What do you think you are doing?!" An elderly man yelled from behind her, roughly gripping her shoulder. The sudden loudness in the quiet hall along with the contract from the man made her jump, snapping her out of her trance like state. 'Huh?...When did I...?' She thought with a look of confusion on her face as she turned to face a very angry yet scared elder. After that night she was practically locked away by the elders without even so much as an explanation. What did she do? Why were they treating her this way? Her foster dad wouldn't even come to see her in her 'prison'. No one would tell her anything. The only visitors she would get were servants and even they seemed scared to enter the room she was forced into. Each time the echoing voiced called out to her it seemed to get louder, more impatient. After a year she started to feel like something was burning her chest but nothing was there. She would cry and scream for her foster dad to let her out or at least tell her what she did to deserve this. Another year went by and she gave up all hope of Kazuma so much as visiting her. Instead she focused on meditating and trying to figure a way out of the place she once called home, away from the people she had called 'family'. It was thirty minutes till midnight on her twenty-first birthday, another year that her birthday went uncelebrated and locked away. But tonight was different, yes tonight she would regain her freedom. This time when a servant opened the door, she let the 'calling' take control. She might not have felt like she was in control but she was able to witness herself breaking a few arms as she made her way back to the double doors after three years. Rushing into the room, it was lightly lit by a few candles. At the end of the room, the most gorgeous sword sat on a table. She could feel it's power pulsing through the room the moment she entered. "Ten no Ikari..." She whispered almost longingly as she reached for the sheathed sword. "Tsubaki! No!" She faintly heard Kazuma's plead when she picked up the sword. It was too late. Screaming ripped from her throat, energy swirled around her, keeping Kazuma and the other elders out of the room. The burning in her chest intensified as a mark slowly began to appear.
"We are now one." The echoing voice brought her back to reality as the sword lifted from her hand and slide into a now completed mark on her chest. She blinked hard a few times, panting as she looked around. Blood was on her hands and clothes. She was a few miles away from the place she could now no longer call home. She cried for what felt like hours, thinking she killed her foster dad.
~End of Flashback~
Shaking the memory from her mind, she realized a few tears were sliding down her cheeks. After wiping them away with the sleeve of her jacket, she looked at the sky. "He's not dead." The echoing voice of Ten no Ikari spoke up. She scoffed inwardly when the very sword that got her into this mess was now halfheartedly trying to calm her sadness. 'Well I'm already here...' She thought as she began to weave her way through the crowd to get to the cafe.
"There she is!" When Tsubaki looked up, she saw a group sitting at the same table she was. The looked like a strange mix but what surprised her most was that there were two white haired guys sitting with her. Before she could think on it any longer, Kagome wrapped her arms around Tsubaki's small frame. She was a bit shorter than Kagome. Her friend had long silky black waves. Dark eyes. Wearing nicely fitted pants and a red plaid button- up. "Tsubaki! It's been far too long!" Forgetting where she was, Tsubaki wrapped her arms around the girl. "Oh Kagome! I've missed you!"
"'Gome. Your friend took long enough. Who the hell is this wench anyways?" An irritated voice came from behind the happy pair. Both girls were annoyed that their moment was interrupted but Tsubaki beat Kagome to the punch. "It's of no concern of yours who..."
Sesshomaru looked at the girl who he caught that her name was Tsubaki, wondering what made her stop speaking. The first thing he noticed was her eyes. Blue and green. His ember eyes narrowed in curiosity when he caught her staring at his half-brother's ears. 'No. She can't possibly see through the enchantment.' He thought with smugness. "Then why is the girl looking at you like that, pup?" His beast hummed.
Her eyes widened slightly when she finally glanced at the person that rudely interrupted her moment with Kagome. He had puppy-like ears on top of his head and golden eyes. She glanced to the table where the other white haired man sat. He had a magenta crescent moon on his forehead and two stripes on each cheek. He looked more defined and mature than the one standing in front of her.
"A half-yokai and a full yokai wearing enchanted rings. Be careful Tsubaki." The echoed voice informed her. Realizing that the group was staring at her, waiting for her to finish. Even the stoic demon was staring at her which sent chills through her body. Not that she feared him. She just didn't want anyone, especially not a yokai, to know the things she can do. The weapon she possessed. Seeing the tension in the group. Kagome placed a hand on Tsubaki's arm to pull her to the empty seat on the right side of hers. "I'll introduce everyone for you. This is my boyfriend, Inuyasha. His brother, Sesshomaru." Before she could continue the introduction, the one called Sesshomaru interrupted to correct her. "Half-brother." His eyes narrowed at Kagome in warning which she seemed to wave off. "Yeah... Half-brother. That's Sango and Miroku." Tsubaki's eyes went from person to person as Kagome put names to the faces but her eyes lingered on Sesshomaru. Finding him fascinating and handsome. She mentally slapped herself. 'He's a yokai! What's wrong with me?' She thought, quickly looking away from him when his cold gaze met hers. "My name is Tsubaki. It's a pleasure to meet Kagome's friends." She said with a smile then glared at Inuyasha. Tsubaki still couldn't believe Kagome was dating a half-yokai. 'What if she doesn't know?' She wondered. A hand touching her right hand, brought her out of her thoughts. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Tsubaki. Will you bear my children?" Everyone seemed to hold their breaths, well excluding Sesshomaru. Who just had a look of disinterest.
Though Sesshomaru looked stoic, he was very confused with his suddenly enraged beast.
"Cut the morals hands off." He roared, trying to break free from his cage.
"You will calm yourself. You know as well as I how the monk is." He stated calmly.
"No! Make him release her now!" The beast growled.
Sesshomaru didn't understand why his beast was so agitated. The girl was no concern of theirs. So why? He was brought back to the conversation when the girl finally decided to speak. Her response to the monk made him smirk inwardly and what his beast said after both angered and shocked him.
"If you wish to keep your hand. I suggest you let go of me." She said almost too calmly with a sweet smile across her face. Which reminded Miroku of Kagome when she was truly angry so he quickly let go of her then receiving a slap across the face from Sango.
"She is perfect." His beast purred.
Edited: After sleeping, I was unhappy with what I put. Sooo... I added more to it
