AN: This is the sequel to my infamous fanfic, "Yakusoku." If you haven't read it, I suggest you read it before you read this one, because, after all, this is its sequel. You will have to read it before you can understand anything in this fanfic anyway. This fanfic isn't quite as sad as its predecessor, in fact, it's much, much happier because, well, that would just give away the plot. ;)
Disclaimer: Inuyasha does not belong to me, it belongs to the genius known as Rumiko Takahashi. I'm just using them for my own evil and sadistic purposes, because I'm evil and sadistic like that.
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YAKUSOKU NO KOKORO
Chapter 1: Picking Up the Pieces
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Four months past, but Kagome still woke up during the middle of the night, screaming. Everything that had meant anything to her had abruptly come to a halt that day four months ago; her friends, her reason for living, and the one she had loved above all others, had all died. That boy (or at least he looked like a boy, he was in reality over fifty years old) with long, white hair, beautiful golden eyes, and strange ears that sat on the top of his head still haunted her dreams, telling her the same thing he had told her that night before it had all ended over and over again. "I promise, Kagome. I won't die." Then the dream ended as it always did, his blood raining on both of them as he walked away until she couldn't see him anymore, and she woke up screaming. Kagome heard her mother's running footsteps outside the door seconds before the door swung open. "It's the same nightmare as last night," she said, wiping her tears away with the bottom edge of her nightshirt. "It's nothing, It's just..."
"Losing somebody you loved very much is very painful," Mrs. Higurashi said as she walked over to her bed and sat on it, "It was the same thing with me when your father died." Kagome looked up, she had never heard her mother talk about their father since he had died. The black-haired girl could barely remember when it happened, she was just a little girl when it happened, but she did remember that they had been told he had died in a car accident. Mrs. Higurashi held her daughter to her chest and rested her chin on her head. "I felt as if I wouldn't be able to go on, I felt as if I were being ripped up inside. It was a terrible feeling."
"It's not the same, Mother," Kagome said. Her father had died in a car accident, there was nothing her mother could do about that, but Inuyasha had been murdered by her own arrow. She hadn't meant to; she was aiming at Naraku, but he had been controlling Inuyasha at the time and he made him stand in front of him and take his place in death. In the end, it didn't matter, because Kagome had still killed Naraku, but the fact still remained that Inuyasha was dead and she, in all technicalities, had killed him. "You didn't kill our father, but I killed Inuyasha."
"You did not kill Inuyasha," Mrs. Higurashi countered.
"Yes, I did! It was my arrow that killed him! If I had never let my arrow fly, he would still be alive!" Kagome screamed, and she flung herself onto her bed, sobbing as she lost herself in her bedsheets.
Ms. Higurashi stood up and said, "No, I don't know what you're feeling, everybody feels differently about what happens to them, but my husband still died, and I felt somewhat like you do now. I, too, felt that I had killed him, I felt that I could have stopped him, should have stopped him, from going out that day. But then I realized that there was no way that I was to know that he would get into a car accident, and there was nothing I could do about it." She turned around and left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Kagome looked up, her eyes red and her cheeks stained with dried tears, and pulled off her bedsheets. She pulled herself up into a sitting position.
"It was all because of that stupid jewel. If that jewel had never been ripped out of my body, if I had never gone to that time, Inuyasha would still be alive. But then, if I had never gone, I would have never met him. If the jewel had never been ripped out of me, we would have never gotten together. What is the purpose of this jewel? Is it to give its holder what they desire? Inuyasha had wanted to be completely demon, and the jewel would have made him that way. He once wanted to be completely human, and the jewel would have made him that way too. It would have given Naraku whatever he wanted it for, and it would have given all those other demons who wanted it what they wanted it for. It gave Kohaku life. But what I want is for Inuyasha to be alive again, for the others to be alive again. Would it grant me that desire too?" Kagome pondered out loud. "I have to find out." She scrambled out of bed and threw on the clothes she had been wearing the past few days, stuffed a few things into her yellow bag, and creeped out of the house past her mother. Then she ran to where the old well had been covered up, ripped the boards off, and straddled its railing.
"This had better be true," Kagome said, "You had better be coming back to me, Inuyasha." She pulled her other leg over the railing and dropped into the well's depths.
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AN: Now that you've read it (if you did read it), will you review it? Please? I'll give you a cookie if you do! Okay, so it would be a browser cookie, but still...
Disclaimer: Inuyasha does not belong to me, it belongs to the genius known as Rumiko Takahashi. I'm just using them for my own evil and sadistic purposes, because I'm evil and sadistic like that.
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YAKUSOKU NO KOKORO
Chapter 1: Picking Up the Pieces
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Four months past, but Kagome still woke up during the middle of the night, screaming. Everything that had meant anything to her had abruptly come to a halt that day four months ago; her friends, her reason for living, and the one she had loved above all others, had all died. That boy (or at least he looked like a boy, he was in reality over fifty years old) with long, white hair, beautiful golden eyes, and strange ears that sat on the top of his head still haunted her dreams, telling her the same thing he had told her that night before it had all ended over and over again. "I promise, Kagome. I won't die." Then the dream ended as it always did, his blood raining on both of them as he walked away until she couldn't see him anymore, and she woke up screaming. Kagome heard her mother's running footsteps outside the door seconds before the door swung open. "It's the same nightmare as last night," she said, wiping her tears away with the bottom edge of her nightshirt. "It's nothing, It's just..."
"Losing somebody you loved very much is very painful," Mrs. Higurashi said as she walked over to her bed and sat on it, "It was the same thing with me when your father died." Kagome looked up, she had never heard her mother talk about their father since he had died. The black-haired girl could barely remember when it happened, she was just a little girl when it happened, but she did remember that they had been told he had died in a car accident. Mrs. Higurashi held her daughter to her chest and rested her chin on her head. "I felt as if I wouldn't be able to go on, I felt as if I were being ripped up inside. It was a terrible feeling."
"It's not the same, Mother," Kagome said. Her father had died in a car accident, there was nothing her mother could do about that, but Inuyasha had been murdered by her own arrow. She hadn't meant to; she was aiming at Naraku, but he had been controlling Inuyasha at the time and he made him stand in front of him and take his place in death. In the end, it didn't matter, because Kagome had still killed Naraku, but the fact still remained that Inuyasha was dead and she, in all technicalities, had killed him. "You didn't kill our father, but I killed Inuyasha."
"You did not kill Inuyasha," Mrs. Higurashi countered.
"Yes, I did! It was my arrow that killed him! If I had never let my arrow fly, he would still be alive!" Kagome screamed, and she flung herself onto her bed, sobbing as she lost herself in her bedsheets.
Ms. Higurashi stood up and said, "No, I don't know what you're feeling, everybody feels differently about what happens to them, but my husband still died, and I felt somewhat like you do now. I, too, felt that I had killed him, I felt that I could have stopped him, should have stopped him, from going out that day. But then I realized that there was no way that I was to know that he would get into a car accident, and there was nothing I could do about it." She turned around and left the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Kagome looked up, her eyes red and her cheeks stained with dried tears, and pulled off her bedsheets. She pulled herself up into a sitting position.
"It was all because of that stupid jewel. If that jewel had never been ripped out of my body, if I had never gone to that time, Inuyasha would still be alive. But then, if I had never gone, I would have never met him. If the jewel had never been ripped out of me, we would have never gotten together. What is the purpose of this jewel? Is it to give its holder what they desire? Inuyasha had wanted to be completely demon, and the jewel would have made him that way. He once wanted to be completely human, and the jewel would have made him that way too. It would have given Naraku whatever he wanted it for, and it would have given all those other demons who wanted it what they wanted it for. It gave Kohaku life. But what I want is for Inuyasha to be alive again, for the others to be alive again. Would it grant me that desire too?" Kagome pondered out loud. "I have to find out." She scrambled out of bed and threw on the clothes she had been wearing the past few days, stuffed a few things into her yellow bag, and creeped out of the house past her mother. Then she ran to where the old well had been covered up, ripped the boards off, and straddled its railing.
"This had better be true," Kagome said, "You had better be coming back to me, Inuyasha." She pulled her other leg over the railing and dropped into the well's depths.
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AN: Now that you've read it (if you did read it), will you review it? Please? I'll give you a cookie if you do! Okay, so it would be a browser cookie, but still...