Author's Note: Hmm...trying this story out. I've got most of it all worked
out but we'll see where it goes. It all depends on the feedback I get.
PLEASE review and tell me what you think of it. Tell me if you want me to
keep writing it. I don't own Inu-Yasha or the song "Deep Forest" from Inu-
Yasha. Now how to explain this...the setting...it's Kagome's time. A few
years after she went on her journey with Inu-Yasha. It's after the series
takes place and since I don't know how it ends, I'm going on my own spin,
which you'll have to wait to find out. It's sort of a rebirth fic for
Inuyasha, Miroku, Shippo, etc but not Kagome. Is that too confusing? Oh
well, I think after you read it you'll understand soon. How it happened is
my little secret until later! Enjoy and please review!
~*~ Where Did You Go? ~*~
~By: Lauren~
-Chapter 1-
"Visitations"
Inuyasha scratched his chin before he leaned forward, staring intently at the tiny boy that sat in front of him. He smiled, sitting back in his black leather plush chair. "Shippo, do me a favor, stop lying to me. You don't need to come back here every day. No one will hurt you in your new home. You've been placed under the witness protection program. The men who murdered your parents are being tracked down at this very moment. They won't get you." The young doctor gave his patient a reassuring look.
The small boy before him fidgeted uncomfortably. He ran a trembling hand through his wild red hair. "It's not that." He murmured.
"Then what is it?" Inuyasha tried to hold back his impatience. A few strands of his black hair fell in front of his eyes but he ignored it. He wasn't sure how he had ended up becoming a psychiatrist but something had drawn him to the run-down clinic that he now worked for. Maybe it had been the lonesome black haired girl he had seen staring out the window that drew him there because he had a sudden urge to help her. But by the time he ended as their employee, she was gone. He had then decided to stay at the clinic and for some weird reason he was very good at his job.
Shippo growled angrily. "I want to get them." He was now wringing his hands together. "I want to kill Hiten and Manten for what they've done!" Tears dripped from the child's eyes.
Inuyasha sighed. The poor boy was stuck on revenge. He had expected something like this, for all his signs had been pointing in that direction. Inuyasha may have been one of the youngest psychiatrists but he definitely knew his work. Some would say he was one of the greatest although he would deny any of it. Shippo's two rugged neighbors, Hiten and Manten, had brutally murdered his parents right in front of his very eyes. The kid never stood a chance against them but luckily Shippo had ran, receiving only a single blow to his head. Inuyasha scribbled down a few notes on Shippo's files before turning back to the boy. It was strange, for a moment he swore the kid had looked like a fox. He shook the thought out of his head and blamed it on a lack of sleep. Inuyasha finally spoke. "I've assigned a new medication for you. It's a tranquilizer type to help calm your nerves. You need to relax and let go. Remember Shippo, if you kill those two you'll become just like them. In the end, they'll both pay. They're not worth your time. That's all for today's session. If you have any problems, call me. If not, register your next appointment with Miroku at the front desk."
Shippo nodded that he understood before a confused look fell upon his face. "He's there? I didn't see him when I came in...are you sure he's there?" Shippo perked up for once. "Oh, and do you have any good names for me to change mine to before they relocate me in the city? You'll have to lock up my files also incase they come to you for my information. After I begged the police a lot they said I could keep coming to you." He informed the doctor, who showed that he understood by smiling.
"Great. More of you." Inuyasha joked before opening the door to let the boy out. "Darn it! I forgot Miroku's getting surgery on his hand! And they haven't even sent in a replacement until he gets back!" Inuyasha growled with frustration. He was having enough problems already, for Sango had not shown up for her session until late so Inuyasha had to scoot back all of his other appointments. She needed to talk to him about the death of her parents and her brother who had gone missing. She probably decided not to come since Miroku was gone that day but in the end, she had shown up. Down the hallway, two nurses were chattering happily.
"And then he asked me to dinner!!" The first nurse was giggling and blushing a crimson red.
"He didn't grope you, did he?" The second nurse asked with an inquiring look.
"Well...maybe. That's why I turned him down." With another fit of giggles, they both disappeared around the corner.
Inuyasha snorted. That was the normal Miroku. Turning the corner, he saw the new temporary replacement for Miroku. He sighed. His day had just went from bad to worse.
"Hello...Kikyo..." Inuyasha nodded to the black haired girl who was busy shuffling through papers.
She glanced up with a look of surprise, which quickly turned into a look of disgust. "So they did give the flea bag a job."
"Yeah. In fact, for the next few days...I'll be your boss!!" Inuyasha replied cheerfully, just to annoying the woman. Kikyo and Inuyasha had both known each other in their high school years. They had dated for a year before it turned nasty and they broke up. Since then, the two didn't get along very well.
"Someone save me." Kikyo rolled her eyes as she turned her back to him. "Oh and Shippo will be coming back in a few days. He already made his appointment."
Inuyasha yawned, rubbing his eyes. He was tired. "Anything else?"
"Oh. They're sending in a new patient in tomorrow. Some girl by the name of Kagome Higurashi I think..." Kikyo called after his retreating figure.
"Wonderful. Just what I need. More people to worry about. I love my job." He said sarcastically as he grabbed his car keys from his pocket. "Feh, Lock up when you leave, I'm done for the night." And with that, he was gone from the tiny office complex.
~*~
It was a tiny room. There was a wash of darkness spread throughout it and a few rays of sunlight entering through a bullet proof glass window in the door. There were four plush walls and a metal frame bed that was chained to the floor. It contained only a single thin mattress, one frail sheet and a lumpy pillow. Her bare feet pushed down into the lightly padded floor while her pasty blue colored drawstring pants covered her feet, being stepped on under her heel. A large, loose blue shirt hung from her shoulders limply while she quietly hummed to herself. The only other thing she wore besides that was a single, golden ring that seemed to have a sparkle of pinkish white to it. She was pushed up against one of the corners of the room, huddled in a ball as her ebony hair fell into her face, shadowing her features. If one were to see her in the light though, they would find dark ringlets under her eyes and an almost lifeless expression on her face. She was chewing on her cracked lip angrily, tasting her own coppery blood in her mouth while she kept twisting the ring in circles around her finger. The girl's eyes didn't sparkle any more. The only thing they held in them was vast nothingness. Her ragged bangs curled this way and that as she bit into her lips again. She dung her nails into her palms, creating little half-moons that matched the ones that were once healed along with the old scars. She had done that every day since the moment she was put into this angst filled place, out casting her from existence. The song slipped from her lips, barely audible but still there. It was the only thing the girl would ever say.
"I'm sure that the heart I left behind,
Still lies hidden in the heart of the deep, deep forest.
Exhausted, without the strength to search
People vanish into the infinite darkness.
If it's so small, I wonder if I can see it even now?
As we live on,
We lose a little bit more.
Shrouded in falsehoods and lies,
We stand frozen to the spot, unable to cry out..."
The girl stopped there, unable to finish her song. She was never able to go beyond that last line. Outside her heavy metal door a shadow moved. It was the door that separated her from the rest of the world. From freedom. Instead, she was trapped inside this huge, horrible asylum, which was gods knows where. After a few years Kagome had just let herself be pushed around from doctor to doctor, place to place. After a few clicks, the door slid open and a nurse walked boldly into the room. She was wearing a white uniform and had a square brown nametag. "Ready to go Kagome? You need to get up first, please."
Kagome did nothing but sit there, staring emotionlessly at her feet. She cringed at the perkiness in the nurse's voice.
The nurse rolled her eyes, shaking her head while she talked to herself. "Why should I keep trying to talk to you? You never respond to anything I say. You never respond to anyone." After she finished her speech to herself, she leaned down and pulled Kagome gently to her feet. Kagome flinched at the contact but allowed herself to be moved. It was as if the girl was in a trance. She would only move when pushed along or directed to forcefully. She never spoke to anyone, not even the occasional visitors she got.
The nurse walked Kagome through the door while she helped her put on a pair of fuzzy blue slippers that each patient was forced to wear when being moved through the hallways. After they had walked a bit, the nurse decided to speak again. "You have a visitor today."
But Kagome didn't need to hear the woman's word. She knew that had to be the reason that she was being taken from her safe haven. They walked silently through the cold, dimmed halls.
The woman smiled. "Be nice this time. It's been a while since you've had a visitor other than your brother."
Kagome entered a room that had a few other people in it. Most were doctors standing guard but there were a few girls and boys sitting, talking with their parents, family or friends. She wandered past them until she was placed on a cold, metal chair. There, she stared out through the glass window that blocked her from touching or reaching her visitor. She looked through the glass at her visitor. It was a woman with curly chocolate brown hair that had been cut short. She looked to be about mid-forty's and some gray was streaked through her brown hair. It was most likely from Kagome. The illuminating smile on her mother's face only made Kagome cringe more.
Why couldn't she have believed her? If she had believed Kagome, then she wouldn't be in this horrible place under so much emotional abuse. If they only would have listened to her- listened to her words- maybe it would have been different. But they didn't remember. They refused to believe the 'fantasies' that she 'made up'. I mean, who ever heard of time travel? It was insane, merely the ranting of children and science fiction writers. But they wouldn't listen to her. Not even her little brother. Only her grandfather had held an ounce of belief in what she told them. He had refused to allow her mother to put Kagome into therapy and later the asylums. But after he had died, nothing was holding her mother back. She claimed her daughter needed help, that she needed to see somebody about these dreams she kept making up and believing that they really happened. But Kagome shook the thoughts away as her mother spoke.
"Sweetie..." Her mother began.
Hearing her say this only brought forth a wave of anger in Kagome. She bit her lip, drawing more blood.
"Dear..." She continued talking. "I'm been thinking a lot lately and I've noticed this place isn't doing you much good. You need to get out a bit more." This caught Kagome's attention, causing her to draw her face up to stare blankly at the woman. Her facial expressions didn't show any signs that she cared, for Kagome had long ago given up happy thoughts. The only way her mother must have known Kagome refused to speak was from Souta. Her brother was the only person who came to visit her every months or so. Even if she never responded to him, he would still sit there and tell her about his life and anything in general.
Her mother took a deep breath and then said, "You've been in this...place for long enough. This isn't helping you. There's this wonderful new young psychiatrist. Now at first I doubted this would do you any good but it's said he can cure and help people of all ages from all kinds of sufferings. Even the clinic he works at provides nice rooming and a courtyard with flowers. I think he might actually be able to help you honey..." She paused.
Kagome knew she was waiting for her to say something but she refused to. She knew her mother wanted her to agree but she didn't say a word. Her mother had probably already signed her up for this 'new doctor'.
And right on cue, she said, "Tomorrow you'll be taken there."
After a few moments of silence, her mother muttered. "You've changed so much Kagome. Your looks- your personality too. W...what happened?"
Kagome rolled her eyes. Of course she had changed. Who wouldn't after what she'd gone through?
"When you were a little girl...you had bright eyes...and a big smile so full of happiness. You were happy...your hair was lighter and your skin had more color to it. You never had bags under your eyes." She stopped. "But now look at you. Your hair is raven black...you're so pale it's sickening to look at. Your eyes....they're dead. What happened to you? What happened?" She waited for an answer.
None came.
Kagome's mother slammed her fists onto the counter, yelling. "You're ugly to look at now!! How can you possibly be my daughter?! GROW UP KAGOME!! SNAP OUT OF IT!!"
With those insults, even a mute girl would be sent into a rage. Knocking over her stool, Kagome leapt into the air and kicked the glass hard. Her ankle cracked with the hit as she crashed back into the hard floor. "SHUT UP!!!!!" Her voice screamed out. Her mother jumped back while the doctors scrambled forward to sedate Kagome.
Kagome sat on the gray floor were a few drops of blood had also fallen. Her right leg was bleeding, her heart beating wildly and her mind was blank. She tried to break free of the men who grabbed her arms but they were too strong and she was too weak as they injected her with a strong sedative.
Angrily, she screamed out. "IT'S TRUE! YOU NEVER BELIEVED ME! YOU KILLED GRANDFATHER BECAUSE HE BELIEVED!!! WHY DON'T YOU-" But she was unable to finish her sentence as Kagome collapsed, unconscious from the drugs.
~*~ Where Did You Go? ~*~
~By: Lauren~
-Chapter 1-
"Visitations"
Inuyasha scratched his chin before he leaned forward, staring intently at the tiny boy that sat in front of him. He smiled, sitting back in his black leather plush chair. "Shippo, do me a favor, stop lying to me. You don't need to come back here every day. No one will hurt you in your new home. You've been placed under the witness protection program. The men who murdered your parents are being tracked down at this very moment. They won't get you." The young doctor gave his patient a reassuring look.
The small boy before him fidgeted uncomfortably. He ran a trembling hand through his wild red hair. "It's not that." He murmured.
"Then what is it?" Inuyasha tried to hold back his impatience. A few strands of his black hair fell in front of his eyes but he ignored it. He wasn't sure how he had ended up becoming a psychiatrist but something had drawn him to the run-down clinic that he now worked for. Maybe it had been the lonesome black haired girl he had seen staring out the window that drew him there because he had a sudden urge to help her. But by the time he ended as their employee, she was gone. He had then decided to stay at the clinic and for some weird reason he was very good at his job.
Shippo growled angrily. "I want to get them." He was now wringing his hands together. "I want to kill Hiten and Manten for what they've done!" Tears dripped from the child's eyes.
Inuyasha sighed. The poor boy was stuck on revenge. He had expected something like this, for all his signs had been pointing in that direction. Inuyasha may have been one of the youngest psychiatrists but he definitely knew his work. Some would say he was one of the greatest although he would deny any of it. Shippo's two rugged neighbors, Hiten and Manten, had brutally murdered his parents right in front of his very eyes. The kid never stood a chance against them but luckily Shippo had ran, receiving only a single blow to his head. Inuyasha scribbled down a few notes on Shippo's files before turning back to the boy. It was strange, for a moment he swore the kid had looked like a fox. He shook the thought out of his head and blamed it on a lack of sleep. Inuyasha finally spoke. "I've assigned a new medication for you. It's a tranquilizer type to help calm your nerves. You need to relax and let go. Remember Shippo, if you kill those two you'll become just like them. In the end, they'll both pay. They're not worth your time. That's all for today's session. If you have any problems, call me. If not, register your next appointment with Miroku at the front desk."
Shippo nodded that he understood before a confused look fell upon his face. "He's there? I didn't see him when I came in...are you sure he's there?" Shippo perked up for once. "Oh, and do you have any good names for me to change mine to before they relocate me in the city? You'll have to lock up my files also incase they come to you for my information. After I begged the police a lot they said I could keep coming to you." He informed the doctor, who showed that he understood by smiling.
"Great. More of you." Inuyasha joked before opening the door to let the boy out. "Darn it! I forgot Miroku's getting surgery on his hand! And they haven't even sent in a replacement until he gets back!" Inuyasha growled with frustration. He was having enough problems already, for Sango had not shown up for her session until late so Inuyasha had to scoot back all of his other appointments. She needed to talk to him about the death of her parents and her brother who had gone missing. She probably decided not to come since Miroku was gone that day but in the end, she had shown up. Down the hallway, two nurses were chattering happily.
"And then he asked me to dinner!!" The first nurse was giggling and blushing a crimson red.
"He didn't grope you, did he?" The second nurse asked with an inquiring look.
"Well...maybe. That's why I turned him down." With another fit of giggles, they both disappeared around the corner.
Inuyasha snorted. That was the normal Miroku. Turning the corner, he saw the new temporary replacement for Miroku. He sighed. His day had just went from bad to worse.
"Hello...Kikyo..." Inuyasha nodded to the black haired girl who was busy shuffling through papers.
She glanced up with a look of surprise, which quickly turned into a look of disgust. "So they did give the flea bag a job."
"Yeah. In fact, for the next few days...I'll be your boss!!" Inuyasha replied cheerfully, just to annoying the woman. Kikyo and Inuyasha had both known each other in their high school years. They had dated for a year before it turned nasty and they broke up. Since then, the two didn't get along very well.
"Someone save me." Kikyo rolled her eyes as she turned her back to him. "Oh and Shippo will be coming back in a few days. He already made his appointment."
Inuyasha yawned, rubbing his eyes. He was tired. "Anything else?"
"Oh. They're sending in a new patient in tomorrow. Some girl by the name of Kagome Higurashi I think..." Kikyo called after his retreating figure.
"Wonderful. Just what I need. More people to worry about. I love my job." He said sarcastically as he grabbed his car keys from his pocket. "Feh, Lock up when you leave, I'm done for the night." And with that, he was gone from the tiny office complex.
~*~
It was a tiny room. There was a wash of darkness spread throughout it and a few rays of sunlight entering through a bullet proof glass window in the door. There were four plush walls and a metal frame bed that was chained to the floor. It contained only a single thin mattress, one frail sheet and a lumpy pillow. Her bare feet pushed down into the lightly padded floor while her pasty blue colored drawstring pants covered her feet, being stepped on under her heel. A large, loose blue shirt hung from her shoulders limply while she quietly hummed to herself. The only other thing she wore besides that was a single, golden ring that seemed to have a sparkle of pinkish white to it. She was pushed up against one of the corners of the room, huddled in a ball as her ebony hair fell into her face, shadowing her features. If one were to see her in the light though, they would find dark ringlets under her eyes and an almost lifeless expression on her face. She was chewing on her cracked lip angrily, tasting her own coppery blood in her mouth while she kept twisting the ring in circles around her finger. The girl's eyes didn't sparkle any more. The only thing they held in them was vast nothingness. Her ragged bangs curled this way and that as she bit into her lips again. She dung her nails into her palms, creating little half-moons that matched the ones that were once healed along with the old scars. She had done that every day since the moment she was put into this angst filled place, out casting her from existence. The song slipped from her lips, barely audible but still there. It was the only thing the girl would ever say.
"I'm sure that the heart I left behind,
Still lies hidden in the heart of the deep, deep forest.
Exhausted, without the strength to search
People vanish into the infinite darkness.
If it's so small, I wonder if I can see it even now?
As we live on,
We lose a little bit more.
Shrouded in falsehoods and lies,
We stand frozen to the spot, unable to cry out..."
The girl stopped there, unable to finish her song. She was never able to go beyond that last line. Outside her heavy metal door a shadow moved. It was the door that separated her from the rest of the world. From freedom. Instead, she was trapped inside this huge, horrible asylum, which was gods knows where. After a few years Kagome had just let herself be pushed around from doctor to doctor, place to place. After a few clicks, the door slid open and a nurse walked boldly into the room. She was wearing a white uniform and had a square brown nametag. "Ready to go Kagome? You need to get up first, please."
Kagome did nothing but sit there, staring emotionlessly at her feet. She cringed at the perkiness in the nurse's voice.
The nurse rolled her eyes, shaking her head while she talked to herself. "Why should I keep trying to talk to you? You never respond to anything I say. You never respond to anyone." After she finished her speech to herself, she leaned down and pulled Kagome gently to her feet. Kagome flinched at the contact but allowed herself to be moved. It was as if the girl was in a trance. She would only move when pushed along or directed to forcefully. She never spoke to anyone, not even the occasional visitors she got.
The nurse walked Kagome through the door while she helped her put on a pair of fuzzy blue slippers that each patient was forced to wear when being moved through the hallways. After they had walked a bit, the nurse decided to speak again. "You have a visitor today."
But Kagome didn't need to hear the woman's word. She knew that had to be the reason that she was being taken from her safe haven. They walked silently through the cold, dimmed halls.
The woman smiled. "Be nice this time. It's been a while since you've had a visitor other than your brother."
Kagome entered a room that had a few other people in it. Most were doctors standing guard but there were a few girls and boys sitting, talking with their parents, family or friends. She wandered past them until she was placed on a cold, metal chair. There, she stared out through the glass window that blocked her from touching or reaching her visitor. She looked through the glass at her visitor. It was a woman with curly chocolate brown hair that had been cut short. She looked to be about mid-forty's and some gray was streaked through her brown hair. It was most likely from Kagome. The illuminating smile on her mother's face only made Kagome cringe more.
Why couldn't she have believed her? If she had believed Kagome, then she wouldn't be in this horrible place under so much emotional abuse. If they only would have listened to her- listened to her words- maybe it would have been different. But they didn't remember. They refused to believe the 'fantasies' that she 'made up'. I mean, who ever heard of time travel? It was insane, merely the ranting of children and science fiction writers. But they wouldn't listen to her. Not even her little brother. Only her grandfather had held an ounce of belief in what she told them. He had refused to allow her mother to put Kagome into therapy and later the asylums. But after he had died, nothing was holding her mother back. She claimed her daughter needed help, that she needed to see somebody about these dreams she kept making up and believing that they really happened. But Kagome shook the thoughts away as her mother spoke.
"Sweetie..." Her mother began.
Hearing her say this only brought forth a wave of anger in Kagome. She bit her lip, drawing more blood.
"Dear..." She continued talking. "I'm been thinking a lot lately and I've noticed this place isn't doing you much good. You need to get out a bit more." This caught Kagome's attention, causing her to draw her face up to stare blankly at the woman. Her facial expressions didn't show any signs that she cared, for Kagome had long ago given up happy thoughts. The only way her mother must have known Kagome refused to speak was from Souta. Her brother was the only person who came to visit her every months or so. Even if she never responded to him, he would still sit there and tell her about his life and anything in general.
Her mother took a deep breath and then said, "You've been in this...place for long enough. This isn't helping you. There's this wonderful new young psychiatrist. Now at first I doubted this would do you any good but it's said he can cure and help people of all ages from all kinds of sufferings. Even the clinic he works at provides nice rooming and a courtyard with flowers. I think he might actually be able to help you honey..." She paused.
Kagome knew she was waiting for her to say something but she refused to. She knew her mother wanted her to agree but she didn't say a word. Her mother had probably already signed her up for this 'new doctor'.
And right on cue, she said, "Tomorrow you'll be taken there."
After a few moments of silence, her mother muttered. "You've changed so much Kagome. Your looks- your personality too. W...what happened?"
Kagome rolled her eyes. Of course she had changed. Who wouldn't after what she'd gone through?
"When you were a little girl...you had bright eyes...and a big smile so full of happiness. You were happy...your hair was lighter and your skin had more color to it. You never had bags under your eyes." She stopped. "But now look at you. Your hair is raven black...you're so pale it's sickening to look at. Your eyes....they're dead. What happened to you? What happened?" She waited for an answer.
None came.
Kagome's mother slammed her fists onto the counter, yelling. "You're ugly to look at now!! How can you possibly be my daughter?! GROW UP KAGOME!! SNAP OUT OF IT!!"
With those insults, even a mute girl would be sent into a rage. Knocking over her stool, Kagome leapt into the air and kicked the glass hard. Her ankle cracked with the hit as she crashed back into the hard floor. "SHUT UP!!!!!" Her voice screamed out. Her mother jumped back while the doctors scrambled forward to sedate Kagome.
Kagome sat on the gray floor were a few drops of blood had also fallen. Her right leg was bleeding, her heart beating wildly and her mind was blank. She tried to break free of the men who grabbed her arms but they were too strong and she was too weak as they injected her with a strong sedative.
Angrily, she screamed out. "IT'S TRUE! YOU NEVER BELIEVED ME! YOU KILLED GRANDFATHER BECAUSE HE BELIEVED!!! WHY DON'T YOU-" But she was unable to finish her sentence as Kagome collapsed, unconscious from the drugs.