Crooked Veracity

By Salami

Disclaimer: The above author does not claim, nor ever claimed to own any of the characters in the following story. Any characters and/or events taken from the anime are used without the knowledge of the rightful owners, Rumiko Takahashi, Viz telecommunications, Sunrise, etc...and no monies are being procured. Legal action against me would be fruitless (as I am poor and have no money to give you anyway) and a waste of both parties time and energy

Rating: R for later chapters

Pairings: various

Summary: Higurashi Kagome, 15 year old student with a full life ahead of her. Three years later. Higurashi Kagome, 18 year old comatose patient recently come out of her coma. Now she must piece her life back together while trying to make sense of the unusual memories flooding her mind of a boy with beautiful gold eyes.

AN: Yes. New story. Woo! I think this story is gonna be great! Why? Because that cure little Plot Demon that keeps tugging at my pant leg says so. And I always listen to the figments of my imagination. So, go ahead, ready the story, I will try to get the next chapter out in the next few days, but it is entirely possible I'll be too tired from work.

Well, enjoy

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Prologue

Darkness

She was surrounded by it. An overwhelming haze she might never escape from. She hadn't always been here. There had been a time she was happy, and then after that, in love. But now she was trapped within this deformed obsidian, and she couldn't see a way out.

She could see the almost glassy texture of the atmosphere she had found herself with in, but the walls were undefined, and she never seemed to get any closer, no matter what she did. She had walked for what seemed forever, but the shiny curved surfaces surrounding her were still untouchable and no less formidable.

Even as she sat on the ground, she had the unshakeable thought that sitting here afraid of walls was a very cowardly thing to do. That's what Inuyasha would say. Unfortunately, she didn't know what else to do.

If she looked up, she could see a thin slit of white light that could possible be her salvation. However, she had no means of reaching it. Well, unless she suddenly gained the ability to fly.

Sitting there, she began to think of how she had gotten here. She had no idea where she was, and the last thing she could remember...

Naraku.

Not a pleasant thought, and it had been a less than pleasant event. With the absence of his abundant puppets, and that creepy child, Naraku still held the advantage with the Shikon jewel grasped between his long fingers. A malicious grin marring his face, he had sent Inuyasha a deceitful glare as he taunted him about everything from his lost love to his mixed heritage, before Inuyasha had enough and charged, the transformed Tessaiga firmly in his grasp. And then...

Nothing. That was the last thing she could remember before everything went black.

And she had been transported to this...place.

She felt like she'd been wondering about this place for ages. Granted, she didn't exactly know how long she had been here, since there was no sky to judge by. It seemed as though she had been here for an unnecessarily extended amount of time. Though she couldn't have been here for that long...she wasn't even remotely hungry.

Closing her eyes against the mental exhaustion that threatened to overtake her, she sighed heavily. She wrapped her arms around her legs as she brought them up to her chest, resting her head on her knees. An unusually soft ping sounded so close to her, if she didn't know better, she would have sworn it was in her head.

Her eyes snapped open and she saw images on the glassy surface of the black abyss surrounding her. Of her mother's smiling face as she hugged her young daughter. Of her brother, sticking his tongue out as he played a game of tag with his older sister on the shrine grounds. Of her grandfather's sparkling eyes as she listened to another of his long drawn out tales. Thousands of images flashed across the surfaces now acting as twisted distorted screens of her life.

She could feel the familiar hot sting of tears behind her eyes and she quickly blinked them away. Then all the scenes stopped and a single image took up all the surfaces.

His face.

Those golden amber eyes, beautifully wild silver hair, and that infamous smirk looked down at her in a still frame.

She was starting to feel light headed. In fact, she was starting to feel light, all together.

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Slowly she was pulled out of her haze, the layers of darkness shed away as she drifted to the surface and...

Opened her eyes.

She was lying on a bed and staring at a ceiling. Had that weird obsidian been nothing but a dream? It must have been. If that was the case...where was she?

Staring at the stark white ceiling above her, she knew she wasn't in her room. She had stuck cheap fluorescent star stickers on her ceiling as a child and had never managed to peal them off. So, once again, the question begged to be asked.

Where the hell was she?

She turned her head to the side and immediately regretted it. Her neck was unusually stiff, and it almost felt...out of use. She felt like she'd been lying in bed for weeks. She probably had she decided as she moved her head back and looked around the room. It was obviously a hospital room. Her major clue was the IV by her bed.

So...how had she gotten here? Was she sick? Injured? She couldn't fathom getting a disease so bad she would be forced to be hospitalized. So had she been injured somehow? If so...how? She couldn't remember...anything.

No, that was wrong, she could remember her family. Mama, Jiichan, and Souta. And she remembered the shrine...she would have so many chores to do when she got back if she really had been here for weeks, like her body suggested. She also remembered school and...something...just beyond her grasp.

The door of her room was open and she watched as a nurse dressed in light red scrubs walked in without taking a glance at her. Her limp black hair was tucked behind her ears and her eyes caused the young girl to think that she didn't get much sleep. She had come in and was looking at some kind of beeping machine, writing something on a clipboard she had taken from the end of the bed.

Kagome simply watched her as she worked, wondering if the woman would notice she was alive. Apparently she wasn't going to, because she didn't spare Kagome a glance as she bustled around the room.

She turned around to see if the bed was proper and dropped the clipboard with a loud scream. "Ms...Ms Higurashi?!"

"H-hi." Her voice was raspy and course with unuse. "How long have I been here?" she managed, as her throat seemed to be set a flame.

"Including today?" Kagome blinked her acknowledgement, seeing as she couldn't nod without feeling discomfort. "Three years,"

Kagome's eyes widened as she had the sudden urge to scream. Three years? Three years?! For three god forsaken years she had been laid up in this bed? She opened her mouth wide and sucked in a deep breath to let her lungs have it...

"Oh,"

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Well, there it is, my new story. Should I be starting a new story? Of course not. Am I doing it anyway? Hell yes! Why? Because this particular plot demon won't stop giving me puppy eyes. I cannot resist.

Please review and let me know what you think so far...please?