Food for Thought and A Destined Reuinion
~ Okay, so far, in the last three days, you have been publicly humiliated- BY YOUR OWN
FRIENDS- over and over again. After the first time you go home and beg your mom to let you go
with those friends of yours, and have to promise her to being home a boyfriend. The second time,
even though no one knows that you were there, one of those friends acts like a complete moron
driving the wrong way on a 'One Way' road and gets you lost, you call up information, get
directions, and drive them to the destination you had been aiming for. You should have just left
them there and gone home. Then, you go to a restaurant, have a little too much sugar, pay for the
bill, get dragged into the hotel room-laughing your head off- and are tied down to a bed. When
they let you up, all three of you proceed to play a little game of follow the leader and break a
bed... YOU PAID THE BILL! Next day comes and you've got a head ache so bad that you forget
that you were exacting revenge on the friends that you had tied down before falling asleep, untie
them, and are rebound to the broken bed. Yes, you ARE an idiot... But now that you have
remembered whom that irritating voice belonges to, you understand why it had irritates you.
Standing up on stage- where you should have been- singing the number one hit song 'A Feudal
Fairytale' and having the time of his life, is the one reason for your hatred- or strong disliking- of
so many things, AND the lost chance of being a professional singer. That was just too much to
handle. He was where you should be because of a childish and cruel joke- no, trick- he had pulled
almost fourteen years ago. How had you ever forgotten? Unbelievable! ~
I had to sit down. It was all too much. I had suddenly remembered the piece of my life that
had been missing for so long and I didn't want to remember it anymore. I wished I could just
forget it all over again... I couldn't.
In the time that I had been replaying my life my friends and I had been separated. I searched
for them for a while as I tried my best to forget the music playing and who was playing it. After a
while of not seeing them I turned my attention towards the snack bar. There they were, standing
there as if nothing had happened, and nothing had.
"Kagome-chan, are you feeling okay? You don't look so good," Sango asked after she had
spotted me.
Ayame was in a trance, sipping on an empty cup, and staring at the stage. I couldn't see her
eyes very well, but I'm sure that they were as blank as her expression. She was daydreaming and I
didn't care to even think about what or whom it was about. She was dead to the world.
"Yeah... hey listen," I began as the music once again changed, "I'm gonna go backstage now
and wait for you okay? I need somewhere to lie down for a while."
"You want me to come with you?" She asked as I started to leave.
"Iie, that's okay, you can stay here. Besides, Ayame doesn't even know what's going on right
now. It wouldn't be right to just leave her like that and I don't want to interrupt her daydreaming.
We already screwed up her birthday."
"Oh no! We forgot!" Sango cried, grief-stricken. "What are we going to do? She was with
us and we forgot!"
"It's okay... We'll do something really special for her and let her keep dreaming. Just make
sure no one disturbs her or robs her, ne? I'm sure she'll forgive us. She got to go to the concert,
didn't she?" I said reassuringly to Sango, she looked so down. "She'll forget all about it... Now
enjoy the rest of the concert and then join me backstage. Ja!"
I walked away toward the 'Backstage Area' sign and let my thoughts consume me. It was
really strange that I now remembered so much. The more I thought about it the more ironic it
became. There was so much in my life that should have reminded me.
I had never drank Coke after that day, and had become a strong Pepsi fan. I only took
sleeping pills when nothing else worked and sometimes not even then. I absolutely hated the color
red and went out of my way just to avoid it. I didn't like dogs, which I suspected was because,
subconsciously, they reminded me of a certain little trouble-making boy- because of his name and
the fact that they acted so much alike.
I used to love Coke, dogs, was impartial to sleeping aides, and even tolerated the color red.
Yet, the biggest reminder of all was that I had not sung once, once, since that audition. I don't
even remember humming since that day.
And now that I had remembered all of that, I felt as if I had lost my father all over again.
Those days' memories were like a barrier to everything that had happened before and once the
wall was breached, everything before came rushing forward.
My father... Us playing together, going to the fair, making funny faces in front of
Goshinboku while Mother took pictures... Getting piggyback rides and rolling in the grass. Just
like my mother, he had never let a smile wander from his face and that last day with him was the
only time that it ever had. I missed him, but he was still with me, over all of those years, and I
knew that.
I even remembered seeing my brother Souta for the first time. He was so kawaii, wrapped
up in that same blue blanket that I had remembered him in at the hospital after the car crash. Little
Souta. My one and only little brother.
The only thing that I could not recall, no matter how hard I tried to, was why and how I had
ever managed to forget this, or when I had grown up enough to have understood that my father's
death was not the boy's fault. Or when I had matured enough to have forgiven him. Whenever it
was, I had been young.
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Time seemed to once again slow down and for once I was grateful. It allowed me to think
about my life and what had happened and if any of it was just my imagination. None of it was.
And yet, no matter how hard I tried, I still could not remember how or when I had understood the
situation enough to forgive the little boy. Not even when it was that I had blocked off all of this
and actually managed to do so, so thoroughly.
I had fallen asleep on a couch I had found in one of the backstage rooms used for the
guest's and band member's meeting. I woke up a while later- about an hour or so- and left to go
get some food off of the backstage snack table. The FREE snack table. There were many others
here and some looked like businessmen or managers. One caught my eye though, He was a LOT
taller then me and looked incredibly like Inuyasha, but with an edge of authority and perfection
(A/N: In the sense of being a perfectionist, okay? No perverted thought now). Spooky.
The crowd seemed to get larger by the minute so I scurried over to the table before I had to
wait in a line. I got a small plate and went back to the room I had been in. Let Sango find me, I
didn't feel like waiting out in the open.
"OI! Watch it, buddy!" A voice screamed from the room I had just left.
"OI! Slow down! You're pulling my arm outta its' socket!" Came another voice, much closer
than the first. I set down my plate and went to look out of the door to see what had caused such a
distraction. "What is your problem?!"
"Come on!" It was that damned voice again. As I reached out for the door handle it was
shoved opened abruptly as the voice said, "I saw her, she's stalking me, aga-"
"Kyaaaaa!!!!" I screamed as the speeker ran head long into me. In a matter of seconds, I
found myself sprawled out on the ground with a crushing weight on top of me. I couldn't breath!
Shoving off whatever it was that had momentarily caused me discomfort by pinning me to the
ground, I stood up and dust myself off. When I looked up and saw golden eyes, I froze....
"....."
"....."
We seemed to have totally forgotten everything that had just happened. As quickly as it had
started the trance was broken.
"YOU!"
It surprised me beyond words that this guy had remembered me. Someone so insignificant
in his life from fourteen years earlier. I couldn't speak.
'He remembers me?'
"Baka! Who did you expect at my concert," he said in an arrogant voice with an identical
smirk.
"Baka, ka?" I mumbled, shaking my head to clear my thoughts. "You... You remember me?"
"Keh. Of course I do, Kikyo. It's not everyday that a girl that's lived with me for over a year
says she hates me. Are you really that dumb, Kikyo? Did you really think I would forget
something like that? What were you thinking, Kikyo? That I forget and forgive?" He kept on
rambling.
Whoever this Kikyo person was, I definitely wanted to congratulate her on a job well done.
She had totally ruined his life, or at least a small part of it.
"So, Kikyo, you spend all of that money yet? Why'd you need it, huh, Kikyo? You're acting
career going down the drain? You did a good job acting like you had actually cared."
Oh, yeah! She had totally ruined his life. If I could I would have high-fived this girl and
became her best friend.
"So, what is it, Kikyo? Cat got your tongue?" He seemed to be speaking in questions and I
was not the one to answer them, but enough is enough!
"Hold it, jerk! I am NOT Kikyo! My name is Kagome," I yelled. "Ka- Go-Me! Got it?"
"So now you change your name and expect me to forget what you did?" He asked as if he
understood it all, though he understood nothing.
"Iie! I'm NOT and never was Kikyo!"
He looked at me for a while and turned around. "Oh," was all he said before walking away
to talk to the man he had pulled in after him, who was now talking to a group of girls.
I was totally numb. 'What the hell just happened?'
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