Inuyasha's Reincarnation

Chapter 2 – The pain is released.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Hah, I'm a loser.

Summery: This chapter's dramatic. If you're sensitive, don't bother forgetting a tissue. Nah, I'm kidding. For all that reviewed in the first chapter, Thanks a lot!!

I felt like exploding. I felt like watching my blood sprinkle through moms and dad's nice white carpet, Inuyasha was standing on. I wanted to die.

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Yeah I'm Inuyasha; yeah I'm Inuyasha…Inuyasha…

"Inuyasha…" I whispered. My fingers trembled so often that my stomach made odd noises. I couldn't hold in the pain that I'd forgotten two years ago. I'd let myself ponder over the situation of Inuyasha's extinction. I couldn't forget the pain that he'd caused me, the last day of his life. I wished I was numb. He was my friend. Everything had become released. The pain, the guilt, the frustration, and the anger, had made its way through out my body. Seductive and powerful, I wanted to scream so loud that my ears would bleed. I couldn't erase the image of his pained face. His eyes were so clear and shimmer; full of tears about to die. The way he said my name; the last words ever spoken by him, were 'Sango.' I wouldn't let that memory flee from my mind, like the seduction was…It nagged me every time for two whole years, 'Sango, you could have done something.' My mind told me. I didn't bother lying, the truth was better than a lie; even if it hurt, the truth was better. I could have done something, but what exactly? If I threw myself in front of Inuyasha before his final faith, then I'd be the one dead. Inuyasha wouldn't approve of my death. I knew Inuyasha better than people judged me to know him. He'd ponder over this for all his life. He'd blame himself for killing me. That he couldn't do something, to save me. Funny…I knew how that felt.

Five minutes went by and I'd stood at the bottom of the staircase like an idiot. I would think that 'Inuyasha' had left, but as I looked up, he was still there. He was watching me, and taking eye contact very seriously. Every time I'd breathe in, I could see his eyes shift to my chest. He reminded me so much of my Inuyasha. The old Inuyasha that I grew too fond of. The memories of him flooded my mind. I clutched hard onto my heart, trying not to scream. What did I do to deserve this? Was this punishment? This pain was more horrible than dying, and I was not lying this time. I didn't want to remember him; I didn't want to have anything to do with him. I didn't want to replay my best friend's death.

"C-can I see your hand?" I stuttered. I had no clue why I was asking, but I wanted to touch him. I wanted to see if he felt like the real Inuyasha. He thought for a second. But glared at me. I sighed. "Can I?"

"Why?" He asked blankly. Did this question offend him? What was his problem?

"I-I just need to see something." I answered. I needed to feel something. I needed to feel Inuyasha one more time. I needed to let this pain go, and move on with my life. I needed to feel that he was real. I wanted to believe that I wasn't imagining things. "Please?" I barely said in a whisper. He stumbled a bit. It wasn't very noticeable, but I noticed. He took his hands from his pockets, and shifted them towards me. I didn't realise that his hands were in his pockets this whole time. I was too distracted by his eyes. I reached for his hand. My hands were shaking, and I saw his glare at them. I felt his skin. So beautiful, so rough, and…amazing…My stomach turned lopsided. This wasn't a good idea. The pain got worse. I felt every curve over his fingers. My mind was telling me to let go, but my heart wasn't. I wanted desperately to cry, and scream his name over and over again. My breathing wasn't even, and I began to shiver. His eyes turned focus to my white pale face.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked me curiously. He didn't want me to hurl all over him. I nodded, but it was barely a nod. I knew he understood. "Okay…" He said. His voice drifted to that rough growl. He yanked his hand back, and I let my arms fall helplessly to my sides. For the first time in two years, I felt weak. I felt my insides burst, and my heart corrupted. I tried to shake away the feeling, so I looked at him again. It was silent.

"Sorry." I apologized. "You just look like someone I know." I said half truthfully, the other side to the story was that he is the person I knew. Not in the same form, but it was truly him. I missed him terribly. "So, where are you from?" I asked. He shrugged.

"I was born near the Higurashi family shrine." He said. I nodded trying to be supportive. "You?" I swallowed hard. It felt like I swallowed my tongue. Is that even possible? Once that chunk of saliva surfed down my throat, I shook my head.

"It's a long story." I said weakly. Barely even speaking. He nodded.

"I can ask your mom…" He tried to say. I shook my head again.

"She won't know…I was adopted." I told him. "I'm an Orphan." I made the last word sound very long. I looked glum.

"Sorry about that." He just said. I smiled weakly.

"I had a younger brother, but he died too." He nodded. His glare softened a bit, but once I smiled…he glared again.

"How long have you been here?" he asked. I didn't hesitate to answer, and the answer came out rather quick too.

"Two years."

"Oh." "So weren't an orphan for a long time?" I shook my head.

"Well, I lived somewhere else even after my parents were gone…" I said. I didn't bother to think of the way father died…or Kohaku…

"Where did you live before?"

"Somewhere far away."

"How far?" I sighed.

"Very far." Our conversation wasn't helping at all. It only opened the wounds of my past even before Inuyasha's death. I tried to loosen up some spirit, but it died along with my broken heart. I could feel pain, and it increased through out my stomach to my chest. My heart was pounding furiously and my stomach hurt. I felt like exploding. I felt like watching my blood sprinkle through mom's and dad's nice white carpet, Inuyasha was standing on. I wanted to die. My face boiled up, and I couldn't breath.

"I'll be right back." I whispered. He nodded watching me run up the stairs. I wasn't going very fast-correction…I wasn't going fast at all. I was begging to be really dizzy, and the steps were spinning all over me. I didn't know where to place my foot. I saw one step to the corner of my eye, so I stepped. My foot skidded off the carpet on the stairs and my body would crash down the staircase. I shut my eyes. It would hurt, but I didn't feel any pain. I felt myself in the support of someone's hands. I turned my head around, and Inuyasha's face was inches away from my nose. I blushed. His hard hands dug into my skin. The rough edges made me happy for pain.

"Where's your washroom?" He asked me. I pointed to the left side of the hallway. He finished lifting my leg on the last step. I made a gagging sound. He rushed me to the bathroom. Inuyasha shut the door behind us, and locked it. I leaned over the toilet. The cold floor made me feel so much better. He looked tensely at me, and he growled.

"Stop with the crap alright?" He said. I looked at him. My eyes were fighting to stay open.

"What crap?" I asked. Really, I was confused. He growled.

"How the hell do you know my name?" I froze. I leaned past the toilet to look at him.

"It's none of your business." I said. He scoffed.

"It is my business!" I mimicked his scoffing.

"How?" I asked. I knew why…

"It's my name!" I rolled my eyes, and he fumed at me.

"Oh save it Inuyasha." I growled. The weird gurgling in my stomach made its way up fast, and I leaned over the toilet hurling out my cereal, and apple that I had this morning. I coughed up some small chunks still remaining in my throat. Inuyasha just sneezed. What a great way of reuniting I thought. I wiped away the mess from my face, and fell onto the floor. I squeezed my body into a circle. Inuyasha leaned over me looked at my face and brushed my bangs from my face.

"What if someone needs to use the bathroom?" He asked me. I shrugged.

"Why? Do you?" I asked. He shook his head.

"No, not me." He answered.

"Well then, don't worry about it." I said. "This is my bathroom." He looked around. I could tell he finally noticed the shampoo, and razors, and well…things for women. I nearly forgot about something. This whole time I'd been paining over his name, which I forgot to tell him my name.

"I'm Sango." I said out of the blue. He looked at me. It was rather random to say it at a time like this.

"Do I care?" He asked. I glared at him. He was rude. I didn't remember the other Inuyasha behaving like this.

"Well then don't, I was just telling you." I said.

"Feh."

"Yeah, Feh." I replied. I heard my name being called from downstairs.

"Sango!!" My mom called me. Inuyasha looked at the door.

"Coming." I yelled. It wasn't too loud, but I yelled. Inuyasha leaned over grabbed my arm. I yanked it away.

"Come on." He urged. I shook his grip off me.

"You go." I said. I felt too comfortable on the cold floor. He sighed.

"Fine, I'm leaving Sango." He said. I smiled. He said my name. He opened the door, but before it shut I called out for him. He turned around and peeked in at me.

"Please visit me again soon." I said. He croaked, and left without saying something. When I heard our front door close, I drifted to a sudden sleep.

I didn't know how long I'd been out for, but I woke up when a light shone at my face. Someone was hovering over me, and picked me up from the ground. I weakly sobbed.

"Shh honey, Go to sleep." John said, and put me on the bed. I didn't want covers on, so he went and opened my window, then shut my door. The moon's light shone on me, and I soon felt asleep. I woke up screaming and crying. I dreamt of Inuyasha…Again…

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I WANT TO WRITE A STORY FOR TWILIGHT GAWSH!!! ARGH!!! Tonight's such a tough night. Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Hey, anyone here know twilight, or New moon by Stephanie Meyer?? I'm addicted to Vampire's now. It's my new obsession. BELLA AND EDWARD FOR LIFE!!!

So That was that chapter, hope you enjoyed it.

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