--Realizing Love—

--Chapter 5: In the Beginning--

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"I had no idea that Kaede was your mother," she said suddenly flicking a dandelion—she had plucked from the grass beside her—watching it fall on the ponds surface. "I wonder if he'll say anything about yesterday. . ." she hummed in thought.

The air smelled of sweet grass and flowers as they sat once again beneath the willow, carefree and in peace.

"She's not my mother," he replied throwing a handful of dandelions onto the water. He lay on the grass his feet unmoving, while his chair was left discarded closer to the trees' trunk. Kagome's strength had surprised him when she had helped him single handedly onto the soft ground, without a strain.

Peering into her eyes, he caught her gaze of confusion. "But she said-"

"It's just easier that way to say . . ." he sighed leaning his head back onto her lap. She cocked her head, running her fingers through his long silver hair. "She adopted me."

"She adopted you? Really?" she asked working her fingers out of a knot.

"Hard to believe isn't it? Considering no one would want some fucked up dumb ass piece of-" He sighed, moving his head further in her lap so it leaned against her stomach enough to hear her heart beat. "Yes, my mother . . . died when I was a few days old." He showed her the diary its leather front tightly buckled shut, lying on his lap.

She pulled the last of the knot from his hair, and admired the white reflection that gleamed from each strand. "What about your father?"

"He died on the night of her funeral," he replied tilting his head back to look into evening sky, "he died of grief."

He listened to her gasp softly, cooing her apologies as she continued to stroke his hair. After a moment he spoke her name. "Kagome?"

"Yes?"

"Would you do me a favor?" he propped himself up with his elbow, the dewy grass a cushion to his useless legs.

"And what would that be?" she asked with sweet smile, her eyes focused on his own as she pulled him back onto her lap.

"Will you read me some of my mother's diary?"

"InuYasha . . ." she whispered. "Are you sure? It is your mother's diary; don't you think that you should read it first?"

He titled his head back far enough to look her in the eye. "I trust you."

Touched, she took the diary that lay unopened on his stomach. Running her hands over the creased leather, she undid the buckle the dark lines of the buckle embedded in the leather strap. The pages were thick and yellow with age, but the writing clear and handwritten in the most elegant penmanship.

Kagome held the book close, moving to lean against the tree for support as she began to read:

"To our beloved son,

If you are reading this, then it is because both your father and I are deceased. This diary was to tell you of our lives, our feelings for you and bringing you to this world and morals you may have never heard of, but mostly to tell you of us.

To my presumption we have died early in your life, to young for you to know of our tale. Please understand that our death was incidental; never, not once, to leave you alone in this world. However, I am sure that Kaede has raised you to the highest standards and for that we both are grateful, should she know all ready.

Please forgive us, my child, for leaving you but mere a diary in memory of your father and me. We both wish to be with you now, however, in time my child will you join us once again, as our son. Everything happens for a reason, my son, and our death has been one.

We write this letter to you now, only days before your birth, but in truth this diary was started the day both your father and I first met.

We both love you, dear boy, and never will our love for you end.

Your mother and father,"

Kagome shut the book enough to see InuYasha's closed eyes. "Are you really sure you want me to read this InuYasha?"

"I'm sure," he replied quietly opening his eyes to look at her again.

Kagome shrugged leaning against the tree. "All right, then." She turned the page of the diary greeted with even more penmanship as before the swirls of each cursive letter outlined and perfect with each stroke.

Dear Diary,

Never have I seen such a man of powerful beauty such as his. All day I have talked of this man—Inu no Taishou—with long silver hair and amber eyes. I met him at my father's shrine today, as a group of us prayed for my mothers' wellness. As you know she is sick with a fever and now it is up to me to do her duties.

It was after the ceremony had I taken notice to the man, dressed in an elegant blue Kimono a perfect shade to my own childish pink. My grandmamma told me if the kimonos are a pair then so are the bearers. I laughed at this silly little hymn but it seemed that it was true, for the moment. But in my opinion I believe in destiny and fate. It is fate that I met him tonight and destiny that I am to be with him forever, Diary that I am sure.

Your faithful friend,

Izayoi."

"If only I found someone that I talk about like that." Kagome shut the book, sighing. "It sounds like your mother really was in love with your father."

"Like I think I am with you . . ." InuYasha nodded. "Kagome about yesterday night . . ." he paused a lost for words.

"O-oh it doesn't matter . . . it was just an accident, if you will," Kagome forced out, "Not that I want it to be."

He nodded, "An accident, that's all, sure. "But it wasn't, not really . . ."

"What did Mr. Jinenji want anyway?" Kagome asked, looking down into his eyes amber eyes, her head cocked to the side in question.

He grunted, which sounded more like a snort and a whine all together. "I'm failing all my classes because of my condition, so he brought me my homework for his class, which is basically a novel that I have to write in less then eight weeks time," he replied, his hands massaging his face as if in agony.

"Same with me. I'm failing history, and now I have to complete project on some era that I don't know of," Kagome cringed,

"History's is easy though," he shrugged.

"Not for me. It's so boring; especially if my gramps tells me about it!" she drawled horror struck. "At least yours will be fun, though," she added making light of the situation.

"Only problem is, I have three other classes I have to get into contact with and can't, because I'm stuck here," he added, "not to mention, I have no idea how I'm supposed to learn my subjects without any help. He said I need a tutor perhaps, but I don't know of anyone who can help me!" "What about Kagome?"

Kagome thought it over; slowly toying with the bait he had given her. "What classes do you have?"

"Biology, Chemistry, English and Math," he replied off the top of his head, "why?" he cocked his head backwards to look into her eyes; his own twinkling with a devious delight. "This is it! Please say you'll help me!" he silently praised.

"Oh! I was just thinking that, well, I passed those classes with pretty high marks last semester and . . . I can teach you if you'd like? If you want too of course . . ."

"Would you mind?" his voice was small and tiny at the moment, like a shy child hiding behind his mother's legs. "Yes!"

"Sure I don't see why not, only I have the same problem with history, and because you know it so well do you think you could. . . I mean, would you-"

"Done!" he cut her off before she could finish, too delighted to allow her to finish her sentence. "Hell yes!"

"Thank you!" she stuttered. "And, umm, if you give me your teacher's names' I can talk to them tomorrow if you'd like? That way I can get you your assignments by tomorrow."

"T-that'd be great!" he said stuttered, thrilled with the exciting news. "Thank you so much!"

Kagome waved it off, "Don't mention it; it's a fair bargain I'd say,"

InuYasha nodded, relaxing his head back into Kagome's lap. "Indeed."

Only after a few minutes of rejoice and the weight from their shoulders suddenly gone, Kagome then noticed that she was shivering slightly. "The temperature's sure dropped all of a sudden; guess that means its time to go back."

He nodded sadly, but still very much happy as Kagome moved to collect their things—being her bag and his chair. With much effort and a few groans, Kagome was able to get InuYasha's helpless body back into his chair and began pushing him back down the long path to the hospital.

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"Oh, Mr. Izayoi; this came for you while you and Miss. Higurashi were out," the receptionist, Ryoumi, called catching sight of the two of them walking by the desk.

"Thanks," InuYasha replied, nodding as Kagome accepted the package and continued to push him to the elevators.

"What is it?" Kagome asked as they arrived to his room; breaking the silence that had fallen between them during their journey on the way here.

InuYasha opened the package a sticky tab catching his eye:

"You looked a little distressed yesterday. So I sent you this. Hope this inspires you!

Mr. Jinenji."

"What is it?" Kagome repeated having read the note from behind his shoulder and taking the package from his lap.

"Its . . . It was one of my stories I wrote in his class, I have to write another but I have no idea about what," he replied, trying to take the package away from her, a tinge of pink building on his nose.

"In the Beginning, by InuYasha Izayoi," she read. "I didn't know your name was Izayoi?" she gestured to the package, still held in her hands as she sat down on his bed, her eyes only leaving the page for a moment.

"Oh no, give it back!" he shook his head, wheeling his way close enough to grab her. "No! Fuck, if she reads it, she'll be disgusted! Seeing how I truly am, for what I am, a fool, a fucking pathetic fool!"

Too quickly she had moved onto his pillows, just out of his reach from his desperate hands, tucking her legs swiftly beneath her.

"Give it back Kagome!" he growled, reaching for her desperately. "T-that's not for you to read!"

"Oh really? We'll just see," she snickered, a playful grin surfacing her lips. "I held the handful of cool water; letting it slip—like silk—between my small, dirty fingers. I gazed at the reflection of my face in the small, shrinking pool of water as a tear fell from my cheek into the dieing water . . ." Kagome read on, interestingly intrigued by the mysterious writings of InuYasha. "InuYasha . . ."

At the sound of his name, he hung his head in shame, mentally prepared for the laughter he was bound to get—just like the others had done when Mr. Jinenji had read it out loud for them to hear what sort of master piece it really was.

"This is amazing! You really wrote this?"

"Hard to believe isn't it?" he nodded his head in confirmation.

" . . . Wow!" she replied, lost for words. "This is so good! What did you get on it?"

"Just an 'A'," he shrugged carelessly, enjoying the sudden praise he received. "Including a few pluses . . ."

"An 'A', more like an 'A' plus a few pluses!" she cried hoping down from his bed and waving the booklet in front of his face. "Just from what I read it's good, no excellent really!"

"Really think so?" he replied incredulously, turning his chair ever so slightly to look at her continuously jumping figure.

"I know so, its amazing InuYasha!" she praised, buckling down in front of him. "Would you mind if I read it, pretty please?"

"No! NO! Don't let her! Don't let her!" the voice screamed. "Uh, sure I guess, might as well take your time with it."

"Thanks so much!" she squealed her face contorted with delight. She swung her bag from her shoulders and tucked the booklet into her bag as Rin and Shippo bounded into the room, with wide ear to ear grins.

"Kagome, Kagome!" Shippo chanted galloping into the room, with a paper flapping into his hands. "I drew this for you!" he squealed handing her a colorful drawing of scribbles.

"And I drew these for you, InuYasha!" Rin grinned, handing a wad of papers equally colorful as the other.

"Oh thank you," InuYasha grinned accepting the wad of papers and looking through them. "Is this me?" he asked pointing to a man sitting in a chair with large wheels, holding hands with a girl slightly taller them him, pushing his cart.

"Yep, and that's Kagome, she's pushing your cart and giving you a kiss see?" she pointed to indeed to a pair of bright red lips colored and drawn against his cheek, what was meant to be a kiss.

"Uh . . ." he stalled, searching for words he couldn't quite find.

"Okay that's enough you two, we're going now," Kagome muttered shoving them quickly out the door. "Thanks again so much for today-I got your teachers names so I'll see them all tomorrow. Thanks for the walk and the lovely time, see you tomorrow, same time!" she replied hurriedly, as she walked out the door, her face noticeably red with embarrassment.

"Thanks for the flowers Kagome!" he shouted after her. Aware that she was now fully gone, he moved himself around his bed, holing the picture against the wall and using the tape—which the nurse always left on his beside table if he needed it for any reason—stuck it to the wall along with the rest of the pictures the girl, Rin, had given him.

The flower which had been put into a vase by one of the nurses, while they had been gone, he put on his beside table, close to where he could admire them. A white lily caught his eye. Tilting his head, to sniff its lovely aroma, he allowed her voice to sing through his mind, filling him with sadness.

A flicker of paper caught his eye. Fingering its wrinkled edges, he kept the piece of newspaper under the dieing light of the sun, just enough to read it.

"Boy in car accident," he read in bold letters along the top of the paper. "A boy in his final year of High School attending Sacred Jewel Academy by the name of, InuYasha, age 18, was in a deadly car accident the other day on March sixth. It is known that he had collided with something at the time of the crash, but the object is unavailable at the moment. It was under question whether he was intoxicated at the time, proven by alcohol found in the vehicle; however paramedics have concluded that he wasn't drinking at the time. InuYasha has been stabilized at the nearby Hospital in Tokyo. May Kami bless his luck soul."

His mind race as he found himself back inside the car with comfortable leather seat forming around his back while he swerved around a corner at top speed.

"STOP!" he told himself but he continued with the stereo blasting her song.

"Stop now!" he demanded control over his body, but he couldn't remove his foot from the pedal. He felt the wind rush past his face blowing his silver hair into his eyes and in the breeze.

A baseball bounced onto the street, followed by an object, more so a black figure, dashing behind it in essence to grab it. He slammed his foot into the brakes as he stared into the familiar brown eyes—surrounded by a black face—that flickered instantly with fear.

He awoke with sweat dripping from the sides of his head, as he panted rapidly for breath. After a moment of breath, and rapid blinks; he found himself staring at the familiar wall of his hospital room.

"How'd I get in here?" He stared at his hands, deathly gripping the sheets of his bed with his knuckles matching its color.

"Someone must have moved me," he concluded, opening his hands with a horrid crack from his knuckles, "after I fell asleep."

Exhaling slightly, he eased himself to face the window dead as night, with not a night cloud in the sky. A pearl moon stared at him, peeking through the bows of a tree as far as he could see but nothing more. Upset, he turned and gazed at the flowers Kagome had given him, her familiar eyes came to mind, but with a shake of his head he whisked it away. "Not Kagome, but who . . .?" the question puzzled him, but never the less coaxed him into a dreamless slumber.

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A/N: There I'm finally finished, it took me a while but I'm getting there. Sorry It's so short though it's probably one of my shortest. I was asked a question that I plan to answer just not in this chapter, its coming soon though so don't worry. Either way, I'm kind of short for time to I'll finish this quick.

I want to thank all my reviewers, which are so far for my last chapter:

Chriss101--for her short but sweet review.

KyosBeads13--for her inspiring review to actually continue this pathetic story

Kasumi-Kagome—for her questions I sometimes forget to address in the story,

AnimeGirls9194—for her also short but sweet review to also continue

At another note, I'd also like to thank my other readers who don't review but thank them anyway for at least continuing to read my story.

(plus I'm only assuming that the listed reviewer are girls, if your not tell me! I'm so sorry!!! I know how it feels to be called a guy when your a girls, yes I'm female not a hermaphrodite, so I've never been a called a girl while being a guy. So there!)

Questions:

Kasumi-Kagome: Is Kaede InuYasha's Guardian?

Yes she is.

I've been kind of down lately so I'm hoping you'll all be really nice and send me lots of reviews this time, I look forward to seeing them everyday. I even reply to them as thanks! How good am I? just kidding, but really please review you have know idea how low I feel, Because of this pathetic writers block from keeping me from posting sooner.

Sadly, I add my final note

I do not own any rights to InuYasha or the characters associated in it. They belong to Rumiko Takahashi; however, I do offer my thanks for making characters for people like me and other Fan-Fiction writers for us to 'play' with.

Soulless Lover,