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(A.N) Konnichiwa minnasan! I finally got some reviews (17 so far) which is cool. Except... If you're going to flame me (only one, mind you) then I'll cry, 'cause I'm sensitive. As I said in earlier chapters, I am well aware that I am changing the plot of the story a little bit. But I'm not Takahashi Rumiko, so I can do things like that! Well, here's chapter nine!
Haunting Me in Dreams
Chapter Nine : Strength
By : Feng Shui Goddess
I awoke in the morning, terrified by the dream that I had seen during the night. It was like I was seeing what my father did while I was washing clothes in the well. As a matter of fact, I knew that's what I was seeing. But why, and how? I didn't have that sort of power to see visions of the truth in my dreams... The more I thought of my dream, the more I blamed myself for my mother's death. 'Damn you, Inu Yasha! If you just wouldin't have left the house, you'd of smelled the poison, and prevented her death from ever happening!' I extended my claws and clenched my fists as hard as I could, for I deserved to feel pain for my childish decision of leaving her alone. The last words she said was my name... I was overwhelmed by her words ringing in my ears over and over, "I'm sorry... Inu Yasha." In the end, I really was the only person whom she could turn to, her own son. Oh, how I wished she were happier when she was alive, how I wished she had friends to turn to, instead of just me. I sighed, 'it's too late to worry about that anymore. She's gone, now and forever...' I tried my hardest to think positively, but it just wasn't coming. I missed her so much, and I thought about her every minute of every day. Visions of her kept haunting me in my dreams. As hard as I tried, I just couldin't let go. 'You don't want to forget, Inu Yasha. You just want to puninsh yourself by thinking about her all the time. You could stop if you wanted, but you're too afraid that she would be unhappy,' part of me argued. 'What does it matter, Inu Yasha? No matter if you remember her, or forget her, she won't know. She's dead, and she's never coming back. You have to realize this. You'll never see her again.' I cowered under my covers, not wanthing to face the reality of it all. Not now... not ever.
The sun wasn't visable yet, letting me know that I had woken up very early. I could hear Kohaku in the other room, and the clinking of pots and pans. I smiled, 'God, women love to cook.' I sighed, figuring that it was just natural for them to spend more than half their lives cooking for other people. I stood up, and yawned, trying to keep quiet to Kohaku wouldin't come looking for me. I hated to be looked down on... and I could tell that Kohaku pitied me greatly. So had Kikyo, until I told her to stop, because I wasn't worth it. I bent backwards, cracking my back in several places, and slowly stretched a couple of times. I spotted my pack of things in the corner, and went over to it and untied it. I grabbed my mother's kimono, and pressed my head on it, indulging in her scent of which I terribly missed. Putting down the kimono, I spotted my envelope of money, and shoved it in my kimono pocket. Deciding to ravage through my belongings later, I put my shirt on again (it was laying in a crinkled mess on the floor) and stepped out of the room, into the living room that smelled of many foods. Kohaku slid open the door, and smiled, "good morning, Inu Yasha dear. Did you sleep well?" I nodded, lying. She kept on smiling, and waved for me to come into the kitchen with her. "The girls are still sleeping, you're up very early." I agreed, and sat down at a table in the corner of the room. Kohaku turned, and faced me. "Are you sure you're all right?" For a split second, I gave a sad look, but quicky turned my frown into a smile, not wanting to reveal anything about myself that I didn't absolutely have to. Apparently, Kohaku noticed my worried look, and abandoned her cooking to come sit next to me.
She stared at me with her breathtaking amber eyes, looking sad. "Kikyo told me about your loss," she started. I stared down at my hands, " I know..." She laughed, "so you could hear us, huh?" I closed my eyes, "it's hard not to hear your daughter, no offence..." Kohaku agreed, and then continued. "You have a lot of strength to leave your house so soon after something so terrible happened," she said. "Not for me," I said, "I couldin't stand to be in my home. It holds too many memories that bring back sorrow..." She looked at me with sad eyes, and put her hand on mine, "you can stay here as long as you like, Inu Yasha." I slightly smiled, "thank you... Kohaku San." She kept looking at me, "it's the least I can do. I'm glad that you are friends with my daughter, she doesn't have many. So it's good for everyone if you stay with us." I nodded, and said, "I suppose it is. I will have to leave sooner or later, to go take care of buisiness with someone." Of course I was talking about my father, and how I was going to get my revenge on him, but I wouldin't dare mention my plan for revenge to Kohaku, nor Kikyo. She nodded, understandingly. Suddenly, I heard Kikyo coming, and I quickly pulled my hand away from Kohaku's, not wanting Kikyo to get angry with her mother. Kikyo entered the room, holding a small girl's hand. She had long black hair, tied back in the same style that Kikyo's was. She wore a yukata, with flower patterns, and walked with bare feet. "Ohayo, Okaasan, Inu Yasha," Kikyo greeted us. I gave her a quick wave, followed by Kikyo walking the young girl over to me. "Inu Yasha, this is my younger sister, Kaede. Kaede, this is my friend, Inu Yasha. He'll be staying with us for a while." Kaede looked up at me with her dark brown eyes. "Is he the one who's mommy died?" she asked innocently. Kikyo placed her hand promptly over her sister's mouth, looking upset and embarassed. I smiled, "yes, Kaede, that's me. The hanyou that's all alone in the world."
All three women in the room looked at me with sorrow in their eyes. Kaede suprisingly wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry, mister," she said. I looked down at the child, and sighed. "It's all right." The room was silent for a good two minutes, until Kohaku asked, "so, who's hungry?" Kikyo, Kaede and I all said "yes" in unison, making Kohaku laugh. "Well, then. Breakfast will be ready in about fourty five minutes. Inu Yasha, Kikyo, why don't you two go take a morning walk? You can show him around the villiage. Kaede Chan, you can stay with me and help cook. Kaede excitidly agreed, and Kikyo walked me out of the house. I was right, women did love to cook, no matter how old or young. Once outside, Kikyo turned to face me. "I'm sorry about my mother and sister, and I understand if you don't want to stay with us... It's just... Well, I want you to be happy, Inu Yasha." She was the second person to ever say that to me, after my mother. I wondered why Kikyo cared about me so much, and why she always acted so kindly towards me. I finally realized that maybe the emotions she felt towards me were not pity, but in fact, sympathy. "Of course I'll stay, your mother is really very kind, and Kaede was just being a child. She couldin't help what she said." In my mind I knew that Kaede could of easily kept her thoughts to herself, but I didn't want to make Kikyo any more upset than she already was. Kikyo smiled, and wrapped her arms around me. 'I guess I'll just have to get used to this kind of affection,' I thought, sighing. But hell, Kohaku told me I had strength, and she was right. Strength...
(A.N) Hello, again. I am sorry if this chapter seems a bit short, but my boyfriend just really pissed me off. You girls reading can sympathise with me, right? Men just don't understand ANYTHING! I mean hell, he didn't even notice I was upset! ::clenches fist and pounds it into a wall:: Demo datte, I still love my Inu Chan, so I shall stay by his side forever throughout all time. And, darling, if you're reading this, IM JUST BEING A WENCH AS USUAL AND I'LL SEE YOU NEXT MONTH! BWAHAHAHA! ::clears throat:: Ano, can you please review minnasan? I'm in a major depression and I need something to lift my spirits!
(A.N) Konnichiwa minnasan! I finally got some reviews (17 so far) which is cool. Except... If you're going to flame me (only one, mind you) then I'll cry, 'cause I'm sensitive. As I said in earlier chapters, I am well aware that I am changing the plot of the story a little bit. But I'm not Takahashi Rumiko, so I can do things like that! Well, here's chapter nine!
Haunting Me in Dreams
Chapter Nine : Strength
By : Feng Shui Goddess
I awoke in the morning, terrified by the dream that I had seen during the night. It was like I was seeing what my father did while I was washing clothes in the well. As a matter of fact, I knew that's what I was seeing. But why, and how? I didn't have that sort of power to see visions of the truth in my dreams... The more I thought of my dream, the more I blamed myself for my mother's death. 'Damn you, Inu Yasha! If you just wouldin't have left the house, you'd of smelled the poison, and prevented her death from ever happening!' I extended my claws and clenched my fists as hard as I could, for I deserved to feel pain for my childish decision of leaving her alone. The last words she said was my name... I was overwhelmed by her words ringing in my ears over and over, "I'm sorry... Inu Yasha." In the end, I really was the only person whom she could turn to, her own son. Oh, how I wished she were happier when she was alive, how I wished she had friends to turn to, instead of just me. I sighed, 'it's too late to worry about that anymore. She's gone, now and forever...' I tried my hardest to think positively, but it just wasn't coming. I missed her so much, and I thought about her every minute of every day. Visions of her kept haunting me in my dreams. As hard as I tried, I just couldin't let go. 'You don't want to forget, Inu Yasha. You just want to puninsh yourself by thinking about her all the time. You could stop if you wanted, but you're too afraid that she would be unhappy,' part of me argued. 'What does it matter, Inu Yasha? No matter if you remember her, or forget her, she won't know. She's dead, and she's never coming back. You have to realize this. You'll never see her again.' I cowered under my covers, not wanthing to face the reality of it all. Not now... not ever.
The sun wasn't visable yet, letting me know that I had woken up very early. I could hear Kohaku in the other room, and the clinking of pots and pans. I smiled, 'God, women love to cook.' I sighed, figuring that it was just natural for them to spend more than half their lives cooking for other people. I stood up, and yawned, trying to keep quiet to Kohaku wouldin't come looking for me. I hated to be looked down on... and I could tell that Kohaku pitied me greatly. So had Kikyo, until I told her to stop, because I wasn't worth it. I bent backwards, cracking my back in several places, and slowly stretched a couple of times. I spotted my pack of things in the corner, and went over to it and untied it. I grabbed my mother's kimono, and pressed my head on it, indulging in her scent of which I terribly missed. Putting down the kimono, I spotted my envelope of money, and shoved it in my kimono pocket. Deciding to ravage through my belongings later, I put my shirt on again (it was laying in a crinkled mess on the floor) and stepped out of the room, into the living room that smelled of many foods. Kohaku slid open the door, and smiled, "good morning, Inu Yasha dear. Did you sleep well?" I nodded, lying. She kept on smiling, and waved for me to come into the kitchen with her. "The girls are still sleeping, you're up very early." I agreed, and sat down at a table in the corner of the room. Kohaku turned, and faced me. "Are you sure you're all right?" For a split second, I gave a sad look, but quicky turned my frown into a smile, not wanting to reveal anything about myself that I didn't absolutely have to. Apparently, Kohaku noticed my worried look, and abandoned her cooking to come sit next to me.
She stared at me with her breathtaking amber eyes, looking sad. "Kikyo told me about your loss," she started. I stared down at my hands, " I know..." She laughed, "so you could hear us, huh?" I closed my eyes, "it's hard not to hear your daughter, no offence..." Kohaku agreed, and then continued. "You have a lot of strength to leave your house so soon after something so terrible happened," she said. "Not for me," I said, "I couldin't stand to be in my home. It holds too many memories that bring back sorrow..." She looked at me with sad eyes, and put her hand on mine, "you can stay here as long as you like, Inu Yasha." I slightly smiled, "thank you... Kohaku San." She kept looking at me, "it's the least I can do. I'm glad that you are friends with my daughter, she doesn't have many. So it's good for everyone if you stay with us." I nodded, and said, "I suppose it is. I will have to leave sooner or later, to go take care of buisiness with someone." Of course I was talking about my father, and how I was going to get my revenge on him, but I wouldin't dare mention my plan for revenge to Kohaku, nor Kikyo. She nodded, understandingly. Suddenly, I heard Kikyo coming, and I quickly pulled my hand away from Kohaku's, not wanting Kikyo to get angry with her mother. Kikyo entered the room, holding a small girl's hand. She had long black hair, tied back in the same style that Kikyo's was. She wore a yukata, with flower patterns, and walked with bare feet. "Ohayo, Okaasan, Inu Yasha," Kikyo greeted us. I gave her a quick wave, followed by Kikyo walking the young girl over to me. "Inu Yasha, this is my younger sister, Kaede. Kaede, this is my friend, Inu Yasha. He'll be staying with us for a while." Kaede looked up at me with her dark brown eyes. "Is he the one who's mommy died?" she asked innocently. Kikyo placed her hand promptly over her sister's mouth, looking upset and embarassed. I smiled, "yes, Kaede, that's me. The hanyou that's all alone in the world."
All three women in the room looked at me with sorrow in their eyes. Kaede suprisingly wrapped her arms around me. "I'm sorry, mister," she said. I looked down at the child, and sighed. "It's all right." The room was silent for a good two minutes, until Kohaku asked, "so, who's hungry?" Kikyo, Kaede and I all said "yes" in unison, making Kohaku laugh. "Well, then. Breakfast will be ready in about fourty five minutes. Inu Yasha, Kikyo, why don't you two go take a morning walk? You can show him around the villiage. Kaede Chan, you can stay with me and help cook. Kaede excitidly agreed, and Kikyo walked me out of the house. I was right, women did love to cook, no matter how old or young. Once outside, Kikyo turned to face me. "I'm sorry about my mother and sister, and I understand if you don't want to stay with us... It's just... Well, I want you to be happy, Inu Yasha." She was the second person to ever say that to me, after my mother. I wondered why Kikyo cared about me so much, and why she always acted so kindly towards me. I finally realized that maybe the emotions she felt towards me were not pity, but in fact, sympathy. "Of course I'll stay, your mother is really very kind, and Kaede was just being a child. She couldin't help what she said." In my mind I knew that Kaede could of easily kept her thoughts to herself, but I didn't want to make Kikyo any more upset than she already was. Kikyo smiled, and wrapped her arms around me. 'I guess I'll just have to get used to this kind of affection,' I thought, sighing. But hell, Kohaku told me I had strength, and she was right. Strength...
(A.N) Hello, again. I am sorry if this chapter seems a bit short, but my boyfriend just really pissed me off. You girls reading can sympathise with me, right? Men just don't understand ANYTHING! I mean hell, he didn't even notice I was upset! ::clenches fist and pounds it into a wall:: Demo datte, I still love my Inu Chan, so I shall stay by his side forever throughout all time. And, darling, if you're reading this, IM JUST BEING A WENCH AS USUAL AND I'LL SEE YOU NEXT MONTH! BWAHAHAHA! ::clears throat:: Ano, can you please review minnasan? I'm in a major depression and I need something to lift my spirits!