Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha but I certainly wish I did. And if this sounds familiar in any aspect to anything else…not my fault…and deal with it. It was not intentional.

Note: This is my first horror fanfiction.

Three Wishes: Chapter Two

Be Careful What You Wish For

The Accident:

Inuyasha stood frozen, hardly believing it. The new was broadcasting a story about a young girl hit by two drunk drivers at once. If not for the pink hair, he wouldn't have recognized the mangled body that was…used to be, his sister. It was disgusting, how could the news even broadcast this?

"That was the body as the nineteen year old girl, now identified as Eriko Takahashi. The police believe that the two cars which simultaneously crashed into her, were that of two drunk drivers. Although the bodies of the…" the reporter was cut off by Inuyasha turning off the television.

He didn't need to hear anymore. His sister was dead. And alcohol was the cause. Not only had it taken his mother, only last year, but it had come for his sister as well. He was in disbelief. "I'm still dreaming," he managed, his voice coated in sorrow, "I'm still dreaming." He felt as though Eriko would waltz in any moment, apologizing for not calling and tell him she told Miroku how she felt or something like that. Anything at all really. She just wasn't dead. She isn't dead, she couldn't be. He shook down the feeling of déja vu as these were they exact same sorta things he told himself about his mother only a year ago.

Reality hit him as soon as he realized that she wasn't gonna waltz in. She would've already. And he wasn't dreaming, because he would've woken up already…Plus it couldn't have been anyone else, because she was the only girl in the whole town with pink hair. He began crying when he looked at the paper, crying he never cried, at least not openly like this, but she was in the paper. It wasn't showing the mangled mess the news story did, but a different picture. One of when she won the school talent show. But she was in the obituaries and on the front page. 'Youth dies in terrible car crash' it stated as if that was enough.

Inuyasha couldn't take much more of this. He quickly called Miroku up on the phone, remembering his new phone number. "Miroku?"

"Yeah, I heard," Miroku sounded just as miserable as Inuyasha felt. "She's gone. And I never got to tell her."

That was another thing. They never found out…she never told him and he never told her. Now Inuyasha wasn't gonna be the best man at their wedding. She wasn't even going to be at his. This was eating Inuyasha up. "I almost forgot about that…" his voice cracked, "She loved you, you know, despite you being a lech."

"I never told her though," Miroku replied, "She died not knowing…"

Inuyasha noted Miroku's voice was cracking. "I guess we have to plan a funeral know instead of a wedding." Inuyasha couldn't even laugh at his own joke. He sobbed loudly into the phone. He couldn't compose himself. Maybe had they died five years apart, he'd take it better but it was all too soon. He can't handle losing all of them at once.

"I know," Miroku answered solemnly, "I just wish…"

"Hey, at leats she got her wish, she's in the papers," Inuyasha tried to cheer up his friend, even though he needed to be cheered up too.

"And on TV," Miroku added, "But she doesn't even know it."

"I can't do this…let's talk in person. I'm coming over… I can't stand being at home right now…she's- she's everywhere," Inuyasha cut in, glancing at the pictures of his sister everywhere, the two together. Suddenly his nightmare floated to his mind.

"Hey bro!" The sadistic smile tearing him up even more.

Just before Inuyasha left his wretched, empty home, his cell rang. He hoped it was Kikyo, maybe she could cheer him up. "Hello," he cracked, sounding as though he had just finished crying.

"Do you see?" Bankotsu barked, "Do you see what happens when you don't heed my warnings!" He knew he was kicking a man when he was down, but he needed to get through to the guy before another died.

"Leave me alone," Inuyasha muttered, "Can't you see I'm not in the mood."

"But can't you see," Bankotsu repeated, "She wished to be in papers and on TV bur look what happened? She is, but as a dead woman! Please dispose of the lamp. I don't want another casuality."

"Shut up!" he didn't need these not from a stranger, "Let me mourn her death in peace. Just go away. Stop calling this number. Please."

Inuyasha sounded so pleading Bankotsu had to hang up. He knew the boy was suffering. Maybe he'd figure it out before anyone else makes another wish. Maybe before his other friend dies. Bankotsu prayed that it was more than wishful thinking.

Eriko's funeral was a quaint one. Only a couple of townspeople. Inuyasha and Eriko didn't have much family, not any that cared. So it was just him, Miroku, Kikyo and old high school collegues and other acquaintances.

Inuyasha's eulogy was a despair-dripped one. He talked merely about what she never got to see. How much she meant to her and how she's with their mom. A scathing reminder of how he was all alone.

Miroku's was of the same nature. He talked about how much he'd miss her and what she –they- missed out on. A stinging reminder of what he didn't do.

After the funeral, Inuyasha and Miroku had red, dry eyes from all the crying. Despite being men, they couldn't hold it in.

"Can I wish now?" Kikyo asked, not meaning to sound impatient or rude. Her eye was the only dry one during the funeral.

Miroku snapped, "Is that all you care about? Eriko is dead and all you can say is 'can I wish now?' "

Kikyo replied, "Well it's not like we were that close anyways."

Inuyasha stared at her horrified. "So you're glad that she's gone!"

Before Inuyasha could jump to anymore conclusions, Kikyo responded, "No! It's just she wouldn't be devasted if I had been the one to die either. We never saw eye to eye. She hated me no matter what I did. I can't break into to tears for someone like that. I mean, I'm a little upset that we never got to resolve our differences. Or that I'll never hear her complaining on our wedding day or grumbling after the birth of our first child. I just won't miss her as much as the you two would."

Inuyasha nodded, he understood…he guessed. He could imagine Eriko saying the same thing. But he didn't feel better about it.

Kikyo looked away, feeling rage rise in her. From some reason she was beginning to think that is they had given her the first wish, Eriko would still be alive. Kikyo's wish for precious jewels, better than anyone could imagine. She was going to keep some, then she could've give some to Miroku for him to sell and become rich, some to Eriko which she could use to help launch her fame and some to Inuyasha, which they would use to fund a wonderful life together. As greedy as her wish could sound, it really wasn't. But now it couldn't help the poor girl. Kikyo ground her teeth as Inuyasha and Miroku slumped in despair. She'd also have to wait until they began to get over Eriko's death before making her wish. And by then, who knows what else'll happen!

Inuyasha looked at Miroku, worriedly. He was drinking alcohol. The murderer of his sister and mother. "Miroku, stop," He pleaded. Inuyasha hated alcohol, more than anything. It had taken away two important people, he wasn't going to let it take another.

Miroku looked at his friend almost apologetically. He knew how Inuyasha felt about liqour but it was the only thing helping him get through this. It was numbing the pain, helping him move on.

"Eriko would want you to stop," that was something Inuyasha could say honestly, knowing his sister shared his views on alcohol.

"I know," Miroku replied, "But I can't. This is the only way I can get through this. She's gone and she never knew. I didn't…" Miroku sat there and then he couldn't take it. He bolted. He needed to get out of there.

Inuyasha reached out for his friend, but he was too late. "Miroku…" Inuyasha looked solemnly. "Please be careful. I…I don't need to lose you too."


Well...yeah, Eriko's dead. Umm...well this might be one of my shortest non-oneshot stories ever but there is a sequel. Just be warned, it gets only more depressing from here on in...

Well, my mourner...

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