Part of your world ch 13
(Ack!! unlucky chappie!! oh well.)
There it was. The one place i feared the most. The Asylum. I never knew it's
real name. Osuwari Asylum for the Cliniclly Insane. Osuwari Asylum. Those two
words kept circling around and around in my head. Osuwari. Patient Kagome, of
Osuwari Asylum. I had lived there. I had been in there, and not to visit.
Osuwari. I hated that place. And I was going BACK?!
"Kagome!" Miroku was way ahead of me. I was standinbg next to my car. He was
over by the entrence. I pulled my coat tighter against my body and hurried after
him., the wind blowing my hair every which way. Of course the place was waay
outside of town, but I hadn't realized it was built on a windy cliff!
We went inside. It was as clean as a hospital, and the waiting room was emptey.
The place SEEMED friendly enough, but that was because I was a visitor, not a
prisoner. Patient. No, more like prisoner. Patients were treated with respect.
Some of my nightmares about the place began to come back, but I pushed them
away. I had been discharged. I was not going to be locked in again. I would go
back there to see the Hanyou, and then I would leave. I had to keep telling
myself I would leave this time.
Miroku chatted with the receptionist. It seems he was a doctor here. Fabulous.
So if I screwed up when talking ot him, he would have me re-admitted. No, no, I
had to banish those thoughts. I was a free woman. I would not be thrown back in
for mis-speaking. It took more than that to be admitted. Right?
He led me to... the back. Where the pri... patients were kept. A series of
locked gates, locked behind us. As soon as I heard the first lock click into
place, I wanted out. It was all I could do not to panic. Miroku noticed this,
and took my hand, feeding me some of his strength. He came here every day. It
helped to have someone who was not afraid hold me hand. We went through hallway
after hallway, until we reached the very furthest you could go without walking
off the cliff into the sea. There, right up near the cliff, was a room. Miroku
unlocked it. I took a deep breath and went in.
There he was. A young man, quite handsome, with white hair and dog ears. No,
his hair was more silver than white. He wore normal clothes, not a
straightjacket. Miroku had told her that patients that were not a danger to
themselves or anyone else were allowed to have semi-normal rooms and clothes. He
was sitting on a bench under the barred window, staring out at the sea. He had a
desk and a pen and paper avalible, so he could write letters. But to who? Who
would he write to that cared? I felt pity for him.
He sniffed, and straightened up in surprise. I could almost see his mind work.
Could it be? Yes, it was, turn around you dolt. He cocked his head, and his ears
swivelled back. I, like an idiot, just stood there. He finally gave in to the
temptation and turned around. He had a black eye, but otherwise was actually
really cute! He looked at me, and his eyes went wide. Well, one went wide, the
other sort of made a half-effort. Miroku went to go get some herbs for his eye.
Or so he said. I think he just wanted to leave us alone.
Nobody spoke for the longest time. I remembered him, sorta, but it was obivous
he remembered me. Finally, he spoke. "Ka... Kagome?"
"Hai." I siad simply. He got up and enclosed me in a big, warm hug. I felt the
love seeping out of him into me. Then he stepped back.
"Look at you! you look great!"
"you look..."
He winced. "terrible, I know. When did you get released? Not long aog, I can
smell your fear of this place."
"A few months ago..."
He looked pained. He had noticed my shyness. "You don't remember me, do you?"
"Not really... a little..." red eyes, terrible claws...
He looked sad. His dog ears drooped. "It figures. I'm Inuyasha... we... well,
we used to be friends."
Inuyasha! Inuyasha! that name.... "Inu... yasha..." I struggled with memory,
then relaxed and decided to just remember... remember... remember...
I remembered tenderness, love, how he saved me time and time again, and how I
just blew him off for my father... how he even tried to relive my guilt...
Lilith! Lilith! My father! It was all coming back.... the pain still fresh...
but this time it was an old pain, a dull ache, one I could easily deal with.
Well, not easily, but... it was manageable. It hurt, but I didn't try and lose
myself in it like before. Then I heard, through the veil of my memories I was
surrounded in, a familier voice...
"Kagome! Kagome! Speak to me!" I looked up. Inuyasha was frantically calling my
name. I looked up at him and smiled weakly. "I'm fine, Inu." Wait a second...
looked UP?!? I was on the ground, in his arms... how did I get there? He put me
on his bed and sat by my head, stroaking my hair.
"I didn't mean to cause you any pain, Kagome." he looked so sad and guilty,
like a scolded dog. It was then that the thought hit me: He must really care
about me! Instantly, more memories, and not painful ones this time. The look on
his face when he was caring for me, when I was... sick... no, hallucinating...
but how? I suppose I had seen his face without noticing it, or something... he
had been really worried about me then, too. He really did care about me, and not
Kikyo. Or, he did care about Kikyo, but he didn't simply see Kikyo when he saw
me. But I had no way to tell him that I remembered now, no good way to make him
understand what I knew... except...
except... give him another chance...
"Angels we have heard on high, sweetly singing o'er the plains. And the
mountains in reply, echoing their joyous strains. Gloo-ooo-ooo-oooria in
excelsis deo." Yup, i still had it. Now was his chance to do anything, say
anything BUT "kikyo". Recognition flashed into his eyes. He instead kissed me
and said "Ilove you, Kagome."
Sheperds why this jubilee, why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome
tidings be, that inspire this joyful song? I kissed him back, knowing the answer
to my unsung verse.
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