Heaven Eyes here! I redid the last paragraph in chapter 2, so read it! I've
figured it out. The main characters are Kagura, Kagome, and Inuyasha. R&R,
please! Oh, and I wanted to notify Inuyasha anime viewers that episode 96
is an ADORABLE Rin/Sesshoumaru episode!
Chapter 3
Kagura had always hated the rich, popular, and smart Higurashi sisters. They were incredibly pretty, and never got into trouble. They were always surrounded by cliques of girls, all chattering excitedly about guys, fashions, or grades. Nobody ever talked to Kagura. The first 2 years of high school, she had sat in the corner desks of classrooms, staring out of the windows anxiously. She talked little, but after those first 2 years, she never talked to anyone. Nobody knew why, but Kagura, never talkative, now was totally silent.
Only Kagura knew why, and she never told anybody. Nobody knew the reason she was so protective of belongings. Kagura had never told anyone that, either. It had started when her younger sister, Mira, had been adopted by a rich couple who desired a child.
*Flashback*
Kagura stared out the orphanage door, watching the only family she had drive away in the rain. She ran out into the downpour, making her way to the massive oak she and Mira had found 3 years before. She scrambled up the trunk, ignoring scraped shins and elbows. She climbed all the way to the top branch, where she sat staring into the distance. She remembered the days Mira had spent in the tree with her, imagining with her childish mind, letting her thoughts wander. Kagura was thinking of the parents she had once had. She could remember them, though Mira could not. But it was painful for Kagura, to remember the tragedy which had stolen her happiness forever. Her tears mingled with the rain, hitting the branch she was sitting on with soft plunks.
Nobody understood her. The employees whispered that she was mad. She had heard them whispering. "She only talks to her sister and animals. She never cries. Ever!" One had said, thinking she couldn't overhear their conversation. When she had raised this subject with Mira in the oak tree, her sister had simply rolled over and said, "It's because you've cried too much, Kagura. It isn't your fault-it's just that your pain doesn't effect you. Only your loved ones' pain can, and does, effect you."
Mira had been wise in that sort of way, as if she were the older sister instead of the younger one. Kagura's faded smile, not used for over 3 years, crumbled into sobs. That had taken her away, her little sister. She had not wanted to go; they did not want an older child, such as Kagura. Mira had kicked and fought, saying that if her sister did not go, she would not. They convinced her with a lie that if she went to sleep, her sister would be taken to where she was. She had willingly obeyed, believing they would keep their word.
But they had lowered her into the car, and taken what was left of Kagura's soul, her peace, her joy, with them. The only reason she lived was for Mira, her dear, dear little sister... Now she had nothing to live for. Kagura's parents had given their lives to save their children. Kagura could still remember her father's cracked voice telling her to take care of her little sister, and to be with her always. She had promised she would. She had broken her promise to her father. She had let her parents down. But most of all, she let Mira down.
At their first week in the orphanage, 4 years before, she had left her 3- year-old sister on the playground to fetch a jump rope. When she returned, there was a small clique around her sister, all older girls. They were teasing her, kicking and pinching, tormenting the small wisp of a child. Kagura's fury had mounted; she had beat every one in fair fights, and did not have a scratch. Later that day, her sister had made her promise never to leave her again. "I won't, Mira," she had whispered, holding her close. "I will never leave you."
And now she was alone. She had no one, not even a doll. All she had were memories and dreams. Separated from her soul, she had lost the will to live. If employees noticed her steady decrease in eating, they did not mention it. They never cared. No one ever did. When she had just turned 14, she was sent a letter from her sister's adopted family. Kagura had opened that letter with hope, wishing with all her heart that they had decided to let her visit. Her heart fell to the floor, shredding her last inch of hope to slivers.
Dear Kagura, Mira has fallen ill. She requests your company immediately, and it's her last request. She needs to see you, for she will die within a year or so. We will let you live with us if you will grant her final wish.
Sincerely, The Shiroi family
*End of flashback*
Kagura's eyes stung, brimmed with tears. I won't let it happen! She thought. I'll find out who killed the rest of my family. And then I can rest, and go to heaven to meet Mira.
Chapter 3
Kagura had always hated the rich, popular, and smart Higurashi sisters. They were incredibly pretty, and never got into trouble. They were always surrounded by cliques of girls, all chattering excitedly about guys, fashions, or grades. Nobody ever talked to Kagura. The first 2 years of high school, she had sat in the corner desks of classrooms, staring out of the windows anxiously. She talked little, but after those first 2 years, she never talked to anyone. Nobody knew why, but Kagura, never talkative, now was totally silent.
Only Kagura knew why, and she never told anybody. Nobody knew the reason she was so protective of belongings. Kagura had never told anyone that, either. It had started when her younger sister, Mira, had been adopted by a rich couple who desired a child.
*Flashback*
Kagura stared out the orphanage door, watching the only family she had drive away in the rain. She ran out into the downpour, making her way to the massive oak she and Mira had found 3 years before. She scrambled up the trunk, ignoring scraped shins and elbows. She climbed all the way to the top branch, where she sat staring into the distance. She remembered the days Mira had spent in the tree with her, imagining with her childish mind, letting her thoughts wander. Kagura was thinking of the parents she had once had. She could remember them, though Mira could not. But it was painful for Kagura, to remember the tragedy which had stolen her happiness forever. Her tears mingled with the rain, hitting the branch she was sitting on with soft plunks.
Nobody understood her. The employees whispered that she was mad. She had heard them whispering. "She only talks to her sister and animals. She never cries. Ever!" One had said, thinking she couldn't overhear their conversation. When she had raised this subject with Mira in the oak tree, her sister had simply rolled over and said, "It's because you've cried too much, Kagura. It isn't your fault-it's just that your pain doesn't effect you. Only your loved ones' pain can, and does, effect you."
Mira had been wise in that sort of way, as if she were the older sister instead of the younger one. Kagura's faded smile, not used for over 3 years, crumbled into sobs. That had taken her away, her little sister. She had not wanted to go; they did not want an older child, such as Kagura. Mira had kicked and fought, saying that if her sister did not go, she would not. They convinced her with a lie that if she went to sleep, her sister would be taken to where she was. She had willingly obeyed, believing they would keep their word.
But they had lowered her into the car, and taken what was left of Kagura's soul, her peace, her joy, with them. The only reason she lived was for Mira, her dear, dear little sister... Now she had nothing to live for. Kagura's parents had given their lives to save their children. Kagura could still remember her father's cracked voice telling her to take care of her little sister, and to be with her always. She had promised she would. She had broken her promise to her father. She had let her parents down. But most of all, she let Mira down.
At their first week in the orphanage, 4 years before, she had left her 3- year-old sister on the playground to fetch a jump rope. When she returned, there was a small clique around her sister, all older girls. They were teasing her, kicking and pinching, tormenting the small wisp of a child. Kagura's fury had mounted; she had beat every one in fair fights, and did not have a scratch. Later that day, her sister had made her promise never to leave her again. "I won't, Mira," she had whispered, holding her close. "I will never leave you."
And now she was alone. She had no one, not even a doll. All she had were memories and dreams. Separated from her soul, she had lost the will to live. If employees noticed her steady decrease in eating, they did not mention it. They never cared. No one ever did. When she had just turned 14, she was sent a letter from her sister's adopted family. Kagura had opened that letter with hope, wishing with all her heart that they had decided to let her visit. Her heart fell to the floor, shredding her last inch of hope to slivers.
Dear Kagura, Mira has fallen ill. She requests your company immediately, and it's her last request. She needs to see you, for she will die within a year or so. We will let you live with us if you will grant her final wish.
Sincerely, The Shiroi family
*End of flashback*
Kagura's eyes stung, brimmed with tears. I won't let it happen! She thought. I'll find out who killed the rest of my family. And then I can rest, and go to heaven to meet Mira.