Title: The Forgotten Whisper

Note / Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha nor any of the original characters from the manga or anime. I do however own this plot, story and additional characters I may add on. Please enjoy.

Summary:

I wasn't unique or anything. I was just your average sixteen-year-old girl. I wasn't perfect; I had my flaws just like everyone else. I had my "boy problems," I got B's and C's for grads, I wasn't amazing at sports but still good at them, and I couldn't cook that well. Yet even though I wasn't good at singing or dancing, I still did both of them. The only thing about me that was different was that I saw my mother die right in front of me. But like most people, I had someone to help me get over it. I had my rock, my best friend, my savior, my lover... I had him. So with me just being an average teenager, why did this happen to me? Why now? My only mistake in life was falling in love with him and forgetting, for a second, what was real and what wasn't. But was this really the price to pay for losing my way? If it wasn't... then why am I now dead?

Part Two:

But like I was then, I am still too naive to fully understand the world... that chance was taken from me... just as you were then.

A big similarity between your death and my death though, mine I never saw coming. Yours... I just didn't know that my father was actually capable of taking another human's life.

The only difference... I was only nine-years-old when you were murdered... still too young to fully comprehend what had happened.

I didn't realize that you were gone yet; all I had noticed at the time was that my mother lied to me and had left me all alone.

I just saw the tragic incident as you betraying me...

December 15th, 2006

"What are you doing here, Naraku? You know you're not allowed to be within a hundred feet of here. You have no right to be... not after what you have done."

With determination in her eyes and the wind whipping around her from the cool air outside, the twenty six-year-old woman gave the man in front of her a daring look.

But all she got in return was a knowing, sadistic smirk.

That's when it hit her, Kagome.

"Why are you really here?"

Naraku clicked his tongue as his smirk grew wider.

"It's been seven years, my love. Have you not realized yet? That piece of paper means nothing anymore and it hasn't for the last two years that I was locked up. Oh, my poor Kikyou... I can now see my daughter and you can't stop me."

The woman, now known as Kikyou, gasped and stared at the man in shock.

"Mommy?"

A timid voice came from behind the front door.

Though it was only cracked open, you could still see the details of the girl's small frame.

The way her long, wavy hair flowed behind her gracefully with every small movement she made.

Or how innocently frightened her delicate hazel eyes seemed as she stared at the man with caution.

How she would grip her shorts tightly and growl inhumanly when he looked at her.

Looking upon his daughter and noticing how different from him she looked, he snapped and grabbed her mother's neck tightly.

"She's not mine, is she?!"

Kikyou's hands instantly flew up to the man's wrist and scratched as he applied more pressure.

This was really starting to scare the preteen.

"S-Stop! Please!"

The child yelled... but her cries were in vain.

The next thing she heard was a crack, snap.

She saw her mother's hands fall effortlessly to her sides and her eyes roll into the back of her head as it fell backwards limply.

I'm sorry mom... It's too painful now... Please forgive me. If only I hadn't shown up and been seen, then maybe you would still be here. Maybe if you were still alive, them I might be as well. If only I had listened to you... If only... I'm so sorry mom... Please forgive me...