Disclaimer: Still do not own Inu Yasha.
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Seisouhen
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Ch. 2: "Down The Well Once Again"
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Kagome parked her car in the drive way, got her items out of the back of the car, and walks up to the house. She knocks on
the front door. A woman answers; old woman to be exact.
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The older woman who answered the door had the same short hair style, however, the brown hair was accompanied with a few
locks of gray-white streaking down her hair. The same brown eyes, but her face was a bit wrinkled with age, and had little
bags under her eyes.
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"Kagome! It's so good to see you!" the older woman greeted. "But I really wish you would just walk right in, instead of
knocking. This is still your home!"
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The two women embraced each other deeply. Like a mother-daughter bond that had once been close, but now just coming back to
life. And the bond came back like a thirsty plant.
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"Mom, it is good to be home."
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Kagome put her things down in her old room.
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*Of all the rooms in this house, Mom just had to pick this one!*
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Kagome moved to the curtains, and thrusted them open, letting the late morning sun streak through. The woman once looked
out the very same widow when she was only a fifteen year old girl.
.
From her window, she could always see the well house. Many nights when she was fifteen, and she slept here at home, she
would often have the feeling of someone being right beside her. Like someone would watch over her while she slept, even
though she was safer in her time, then in Sengoku Jidai.
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When Kagome would awaken, the person in the room would leave so quickly, it was like they were never there. Then, she would
peer out of the window, her arms rested on the window seal, yet she would still have the feeling of someone watching her.
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And Kagome would look to the well shrine, yet she always never saw anything.
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"Kagome? Would you like some lunch?"
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Kagome turned around and smiled at her mother.
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"Yes, mom, that would be wonderful."
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Kagome's mom smiled, and she left the room, knowing her daughter was remembering.
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Kagome looked to the well shrine, clearly visible thanks to the bright morning light. She could see it, yes, but she
couldn't feel anyone watching her like she use to. Her thoughts went back to her book. How was she supposed to end it?
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*ARGH! I'm supposed to be taking a slight vacation, and her I am, thinking about that book series!*
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But then again, how is one supposed to forget about that, when she was at the place where it all started?
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*I wish....*
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"Kagome, dear! Lunch is ready!"
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Kagome looked one last time at the well shrine, then made her way down stairs.
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Lunch was served with Kagome's favorite food. Oden. Who couldn't like Oden? After all, it was a very delicious soup!
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Kagome smiled, and breathed in the wonderful aroma, then started eating it. The soup still tasted just as wonderful as it
did when her mother last cooked it, before she moved to her apartment.
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"So, how is Souta doing, Mama?"
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"Oh, he is doing great. His last year in the University is next year! I'm so glad I have such wonderful children who are so
very successful! Both of you have made me proud!"
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Kagome stopped eating, then looked at her mother.
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"Mama, I'm a book writer, with no job available when my books stop selling. And I'm on the final book in the series. How am
I supposed to live? Create a time machine, go back to Sengoku Jidai, and live it all over again?"
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Kagome's mother smiled.
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"It was where you were always happy."
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"Mama..."
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"Seriously, Kagome! Even though sometimes you would come back angry, or saddened, you always went back. After you recovered
yourself, you always found your heart, and you went back."
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Kagome ate a little while in silence.
.
"Because he was there, mama. Yet, I was a fool to think there was a chance for him to love me. He loved someone else. Still
loves her. They're probably surrounded with a loving family, loving friends, and forgot all about me like I forgot about
them.
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"I was a stupid, naïve girl who threw a temper tantrum each time I saw them both in each other's arms, so close, I couldn't
tell who's arms where who's. And yet, I always went back to be emotionally beaten down again. Because I wanted to believe
there was a chance for me."
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Kagome's mother stared at her soup, not touching it for a while. Her daughter finished her soup, washed it, dried it, and
put it way.
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"Do you need help cleaning up in the kitchen, mama?" Kagome asked her mother, who was still staring at her now ice cold
Oden.
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The old woman looked up at her daughter, and forced a smile.
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"No thank you, Kagome, I can handle it."
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Kagome didn't say anything else, and went straight up to her old room. Her mother watched her daughter go up the stairs and
out of view. The old woman's gaze never left the spot where her daughter disappeared from view.
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*My dear Kagome. What has happen to you?*
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The evening had been a bit quiet with a little tension. They settled in the living room, Kagome's mother reading what
Kagome had in her final book. Before she left her apartment, Kagome printed up what she had saved on her computer, and
brought it over.
.
The grown woman looked at her aging mother. The other woman read the papers, rocking back and forth, and petting her pet
cat that settled himself on her lap. The cat was a white color, with golden eyes.
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Not Buyo.
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At least, that was the excuse Kagome used when she first saw the cat. Her cat, Buyo, died a while ago, before she moved
out. He had complications with walking, and the vet didn't know what was wrong with him.
.
Buyo just refused to get up to walk, even if it was to eat, or drink. When he did walk, he would meow in pain, then fall
down where he was. Finally, one night, Kagome brought Buyo his food. She found her cat sleeping on her bed, which he hadn't
done in a good while because he couldn't jump.
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Kagome was happy, thinking this was a sign her Buyo was going to get better. But when she touched him to wake him so he
could eat, he was as hard as a stone.
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Buyo died over night.
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Even though the faithful cat was in agonizing pain, Buyo made his last effort to make it to Kagome's bed like he use to do.
But it was for the last time.
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Kagome was hysterical. She wrapped his body up in her old school uniform. At the time, she wasn't thinking clearly, and
she took him to the well shrine. It was two years since she last went into that forsaken well shrine.
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Kagome decided to bury him at the bottom of the well, since it was Buyo who, in a way, first brought her to Sengoku Jidai.
Even if it was that centipede that dragged her there.
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Once again, Kagome wasn't thinking clearly at that time. So instead of keeping Buyo in her arms, and climbing down there,
she dropped him down there, and went to get a shovel. When she looked over the well, Buyo, plus her old school uniform, was
gone.
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"Is this really what happened, Kagome?" her mother asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.
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"Yes, mama, all of it."
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"So why don't you put an ending to it?"
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Kagome frowned.
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"Mama, you know how it ends."
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"Aa." the old woman nodded slowly in agreement and understanding.
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"Plus," Kagome continued. "I don't want to put something so.... depressing in my story."
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The old woman nodded, wishing like all mothers do, to take her baby's pain away. But it was a cruel fact of growing up, and
everyone has to learn it one way or another. However, Fate has a way of being cruel to people.
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"Maybe," Kagome's mom suggested. "You need to put that part in there. Because that was the turing point in your life. At
that moment, the decision you made effected your life forever. And that is part of the story."
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"That part of the story SUCKS!" Kagome cried, tears forming in her eyes.
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*Oh, no! Not again! I promised myself I wouldn't cry over it any more!*
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Yet, Kagome ran to her mother, fell to her knees, and cried in her mother's lap. The white cat jumped out of the way, and
waddled to the kitchen. Kagome cried in her mother's lap like a child that scraped her knee. But this was far more painful
then a scraped knee.
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All the old woman could do was stroke her daughter's hair in attempt to comfort her. But both women knew it was futile.
Kagome kept crying tears that had been suppressed for years; like a rain cloud that hovered in her heart had finally let
the rain it was holding go.
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Kagome's mother made shushing noises. Not to tell her daughter to lower her sobs, but to comfort her in a way. The way a
mother shushes her child when they are hurting. It was comfort.
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"Kagome," the old woman began, speaking in a soft tone. "I don't know the pain you have felt all these years. I don't know
what it is like to have your heart and soul torn out of your body. However, I do know that your story is far from being
complete.
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"You said it was your way of letting go of them, but in all truth, it was you who was trying to hold on to them. But, maybe,
they feel the same way as you. Maybe they hurt just as much as you are right now."
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Kagome sat up, sniffed, and whipped away her tears.
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"Then what should I do, mama?" the woman asked.
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Her mother shrugged.
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"It is up to you what you should do. You are the adult now, and you must make decisions on your own. But what I can do, is
tell you that I'll be by your side forever."
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Kagome winced inside her mind. Her mother's words sparked a memory.
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*I don't know what I can do but.... I'll be by your side forever.*
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She had broken her silent promise to Inu Yasha.
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*No, he broke his! But, he never promised me anything....*
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They both had broken their silent promises to each other.
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"It is getting late. I must retire."
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The old, yet wise, woman slowly got up. The age dragging her down. The younger woman helped her mother to bed, then went to
her own room to catch some sleep.
.
But sleep didn't come that easily. A few minutes passed midnight, and she was still quite awake. The pulling and tugging in
her heart was headed in a certain direction that she had no intention of going to.
.
Yet, she was there.
.
Kagome stared down the pitch black well. She had tried this so many times before in the past. She tried countless times.
The well never let her pass. And so, she gave up. The well inside started to collect dust particles, like an old toy no
longer wanted.
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The well was forgotten, like all the trips she made to the past never happened.
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Kagome thought about everybody she loved; still loves. Shippou, Miroku, Sango.... Inu Yasha. The grown woman threw her legs
over the edge of the well, still peering down it's seemingly endless hole.
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She wasn't the fifteen year old school girl anymore. She was a grown woman.
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*Would they know who I am?*
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Kagome didn't have her school uniform on. She no longer could fit into it. She put Buyo's body in it.
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What this now grown woman wore was a pair of jean shorts, and a regular shirt to cool her off in the summer's unmerciful
heat.
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Then, Kagome did something that she never had done before in her life. She closed her eyes, and jumped down the hole.
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Her eyes closed the whole time.
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AN: No, still not the end, but I'm working on it. By the way, just a little note:
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Seisouhen, pronounced (she- ee-soh-heh-n)
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AJ: i hope this chapter wasn't a disapointment. Thank you so much for waiting!!
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animationfan320: well, i hope you liked this chapter. Thank you so much for waiting for this chapter!!!
.
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Seisouhen
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Ch. 2: "Down The Well Once Again"
.
.
.
Kagome parked her car in the drive way, got her items out of the back of the car, and walks up to the house. She knocks on
the front door. A woman answers; old woman to be exact.
.
The older woman who answered the door had the same short hair style, however, the brown hair was accompanied with a few
locks of gray-white streaking down her hair. The same brown eyes, but her face was a bit wrinkled with age, and had little
bags under her eyes.
.
"Kagome! It's so good to see you!" the older woman greeted. "But I really wish you would just walk right in, instead of
knocking. This is still your home!"
.
The two women embraced each other deeply. Like a mother-daughter bond that had once been close, but now just coming back to
life. And the bond came back like a thirsty plant.
.
"Mom, it is good to be home."
.
.
.
Kagome put her things down in her old room.
.
*Of all the rooms in this house, Mom just had to pick this one!*
.
Kagome moved to the curtains, and thrusted them open, letting the late morning sun streak through. The woman once looked
out the very same widow when she was only a fifteen year old girl.
.
From her window, she could always see the well house. Many nights when she was fifteen, and she slept here at home, she
would often have the feeling of someone being right beside her. Like someone would watch over her while she slept, even
though she was safer in her time, then in Sengoku Jidai.
.
When Kagome would awaken, the person in the room would leave so quickly, it was like they were never there. Then, she would
peer out of the window, her arms rested on the window seal, yet she would still have the feeling of someone watching her.
.
And Kagome would look to the well shrine, yet she always never saw anything.
.
"Kagome? Would you like some lunch?"
.
Kagome turned around and smiled at her mother.
.
"Yes, mom, that would be wonderful."
.
Kagome's mom smiled, and she left the room, knowing her daughter was remembering.
.
Kagome looked to the well shrine, clearly visible thanks to the bright morning light. She could see it, yes, but she
couldn't feel anyone watching her like she use to. Her thoughts went back to her book. How was she supposed to end it?
.
*ARGH! I'm supposed to be taking a slight vacation, and her I am, thinking about that book series!*
.
But then again, how is one supposed to forget about that, when she was at the place where it all started?
.
*I wish....*
.
"Kagome, dear! Lunch is ready!"
.
Kagome looked one last time at the well shrine, then made her way down stairs.
.
.
.
Lunch was served with Kagome's favorite food. Oden. Who couldn't like Oden? After all, it was a very delicious soup!
.
Kagome smiled, and breathed in the wonderful aroma, then started eating it. The soup still tasted just as wonderful as it
did when her mother last cooked it, before she moved to her apartment.
.
"So, how is Souta doing, Mama?"
.
"Oh, he is doing great. His last year in the University is next year! I'm so glad I have such wonderful children who are so
very successful! Both of you have made me proud!"
.
Kagome stopped eating, then looked at her mother.
.
"Mama, I'm a book writer, with no job available when my books stop selling. And I'm on the final book in the series. How am
I supposed to live? Create a time machine, go back to Sengoku Jidai, and live it all over again?"
.
Kagome's mother smiled.
.
"It was where you were always happy."
.
"Mama..."
.
"Seriously, Kagome! Even though sometimes you would come back angry, or saddened, you always went back. After you recovered
yourself, you always found your heart, and you went back."
.
Kagome ate a little while in silence.
.
"Because he was there, mama. Yet, I was a fool to think there was a chance for him to love me. He loved someone else. Still
loves her. They're probably surrounded with a loving family, loving friends, and forgot all about me like I forgot about
them.
.
"I was a stupid, naïve girl who threw a temper tantrum each time I saw them both in each other's arms, so close, I couldn't
tell who's arms where who's. And yet, I always went back to be emotionally beaten down again. Because I wanted to believe
there was a chance for me."
.
Kagome's mother stared at her soup, not touching it for a while. Her daughter finished her soup, washed it, dried it, and
put it way.
.
"Do you need help cleaning up in the kitchen, mama?" Kagome asked her mother, who was still staring at her now ice cold
Oden.
.
The old woman looked up at her daughter, and forced a smile.
.
"No thank you, Kagome, I can handle it."
.
Kagome didn't say anything else, and went straight up to her old room. Her mother watched her daughter go up the stairs and
out of view. The old woman's gaze never left the spot where her daughter disappeared from view.
.
*My dear Kagome. What has happen to you?*
.
.
.
The evening had been a bit quiet with a little tension. They settled in the living room, Kagome's mother reading what
Kagome had in her final book. Before she left her apartment, Kagome printed up what she had saved on her computer, and
brought it over.
.
The grown woman looked at her aging mother. The other woman read the papers, rocking back and forth, and petting her pet
cat that settled himself on her lap. The cat was a white color, with golden eyes.
.
Not Buyo.
.
At least, that was the excuse Kagome used when she first saw the cat. Her cat, Buyo, died a while ago, before she moved
out. He had complications with walking, and the vet didn't know what was wrong with him.
.
Buyo just refused to get up to walk, even if it was to eat, or drink. When he did walk, he would meow in pain, then fall
down where he was. Finally, one night, Kagome brought Buyo his food. She found her cat sleeping on her bed, which he hadn't
done in a good while because he couldn't jump.
.
Kagome was happy, thinking this was a sign her Buyo was going to get better. But when she touched him to wake him so he
could eat, he was as hard as a stone.
.
Buyo died over night.
.
Even though the faithful cat was in agonizing pain, Buyo made his last effort to make it to Kagome's bed like he use to do.
But it was for the last time.
.
Kagome was hysterical. She wrapped his body up in her old school uniform. At the time, she wasn't thinking clearly, and
she took him to the well shrine. It was two years since she last went into that forsaken well shrine.
.
Kagome decided to bury him at the bottom of the well, since it was Buyo who, in a way, first brought her to Sengoku Jidai.
Even if it was that centipede that dragged her there.
.
Once again, Kagome wasn't thinking clearly at that time. So instead of keeping Buyo in her arms, and climbing down there,
she dropped him down there, and went to get a shovel. When she looked over the well, Buyo, plus her old school uniform, was
gone.
.
"Is this really what happened, Kagome?" her mother asked, snapping her out of her thoughts.
.
"Yes, mama, all of it."
.
"So why don't you put an ending to it?"
.
Kagome frowned.
.
"Mama, you know how it ends."
.
"Aa." the old woman nodded slowly in agreement and understanding.
.
"Plus," Kagome continued. "I don't want to put something so.... depressing in my story."
.
The old woman nodded, wishing like all mothers do, to take her baby's pain away. But it was a cruel fact of growing up, and
everyone has to learn it one way or another. However, Fate has a way of being cruel to people.
.
"Maybe," Kagome's mom suggested. "You need to put that part in there. Because that was the turing point in your life. At
that moment, the decision you made effected your life forever. And that is part of the story."
.
"That part of the story SUCKS!" Kagome cried, tears forming in her eyes.
.
*Oh, no! Not again! I promised myself I wouldn't cry over it any more!*
.
Yet, Kagome ran to her mother, fell to her knees, and cried in her mother's lap. The white cat jumped out of the way, and
waddled to the kitchen. Kagome cried in her mother's lap like a child that scraped her knee. But this was far more painful
then a scraped knee.
.
All the old woman could do was stroke her daughter's hair in attempt to comfort her. But both women knew it was futile.
Kagome kept crying tears that had been suppressed for years; like a rain cloud that hovered in her heart had finally let
the rain it was holding go.
.
Kagome's mother made shushing noises. Not to tell her daughter to lower her sobs, but to comfort her in a way. The way a
mother shushes her child when they are hurting. It was comfort.
.
"Kagome," the old woman began, speaking in a soft tone. "I don't know the pain you have felt all these years. I don't know
what it is like to have your heart and soul torn out of your body. However, I do know that your story is far from being
complete.
.
"You said it was your way of letting go of them, but in all truth, it was you who was trying to hold on to them. But, maybe,
they feel the same way as you. Maybe they hurt just as much as you are right now."
.
Kagome sat up, sniffed, and whipped away her tears.
.
"Then what should I do, mama?" the woman asked.
.
Her mother shrugged.
.
"It is up to you what you should do. You are the adult now, and you must make decisions on your own. But what I can do, is
tell you that I'll be by your side forever."
.
Kagome winced inside her mind. Her mother's words sparked a memory.
.
*I don't know what I can do but.... I'll be by your side forever.*
.
She had broken her silent promise to Inu Yasha.
.
*No, he broke his! But, he never promised me anything....*
.
They both had broken their silent promises to each other.
.
"It is getting late. I must retire."
.
The old, yet wise, woman slowly got up. The age dragging her down. The younger woman helped her mother to bed, then went to
her own room to catch some sleep.
.
But sleep didn't come that easily. A few minutes passed midnight, and she was still quite awake. The pulling and tugging in
her heart was headed in a certain direction that she had no intention of going to.
.
Yet, she was there.
.
Kagome stared down the pitch black well. She had tried this so many times before in the past. She tried countless times.
The well never let her pass. And so, she gave up. The well inside started to collect dust particles, like an old toy no
longer wanted.
.
The well was forgotten, like all the trips she made to the past never happened.
.
Kagome thought about everybody she loved; still loves. Shippou, Miroku, Sango.... Inu Yasha. The grown woman threw her legs
over the edge of the well, still peering down it's seemingly endless hole.
.
She wasn't the fifteen year old school girl anymore. She was a grown woman.
.
*Would they know who I am?*
.
Kagome didn't have her school uniform on. She no longer could fit into it. She put Buyo's body in it.
.
What this now grown woman wore was a pair of jean shorts, and a regular shirt to cool her off in the summer's unmerciful
heat.
.
Then, Kagome did something that she never had done before in her life. She closed her eyes, and jumped down the hole.
.
Her eyes closed the whole time.
.
.
.
AN: No, still not the end, but I'm working on it. By the way, just a little note:
.
Seisouhen, pronounced (she- ee-soh-heh-n)
.
.
AJ: i hope this chapter wasn't a disapointment. Thank you so much for waiting!!
.
.
animationfan320: well, i hope you liked this chapter. Thank you so much for waiting for this chapter!!!
