"What do you mean you're not going to the dance?!" Kikyo yelled at Inuyasha through a pink cell phone.

"I don't feel like going this year. These things get me all…I dunno, pissed off. I'll make it up to you, I swear." Inuyasha said with a strange calmness. He flipped his black Razor down, and put it in his jean pocket. He picked up the remote to the little stereo in the corner of his room, and let the music pour over his thoughts.

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop
At the core I've forgotten
In the middle of my thoughts
Taken far from my safety
The picture is there
The memory won't escape me
But why should I care

Inuyasha picked up a blue covered sketch book from the floor. 'Funny', he thought, 'I don't remember this…' Inuyasha used his index finger's fingernail to flick the cover open. His eyes widened as he saw what covered the first page.

There's a place so dark you can't see the end
Skies cock back and shock that which can't defend
The rain then sends dripping / an acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then with the eyes shut / looking thought the rust and rot
And dust / a small spot of light floods the floor
And pours over the rusted world of pretend
The eyes ease open and it's dark again

In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up

A picture, most likely done by a five year old Inuyasha, of a young five year old Kagome. 'I don't remember this picture.' Inuyasha thought in his spinning head. He kept flipping pages. All of the pages were pictures of Kagome. They continued to grow better drawn, better shaded, better colored. He finally got to the second to last page where he found one picture of Kikyo.


Moving all around / screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
The wheels go round and the sunset creeps behind
Street lamps, chain-link and concrete
A little piece of paper with a picture drawn floats
On down the street till the wind is gone
The memory now is like the picture was then
When the paper's crumpled up it can't be perfect again

Inuyasha stood, wide-eyed, just staring at the numerous pictures of Kagome. 'Now
I remember!' he thought. All of these pictures were drawn when he had little inspiration. 'But…why did I choose Kagome as my model?' Inuyasha's heart was beating ever faster.


In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me t
ightly
Until the sun rises up


Now you got me caught in the act

You bring the thought back
I'm telling you that
I see it right through you

In the memory you'll find me
Eyes burning up
The darkness holding me tightly

Until the sun rises up


O.O

Cliffhanger! Why did Inuyasha choose Kagome as his model? Find out in the next chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or the song 'Forgotten' by Linkin Park.