Okay, just to make this clear, since many of you are wondering, I am not retyping this story, just re-posting it. Very, very, very few changes have been made- so few, I doubt anyone will really notice, so for those of you who have already read chapters 1-43, wait until Feb 15 and check back. By this time, every chapter will be back up and the first chapter to the sequel will also be posted. Have a good day! ^_^

Dreams of the Forgotten; A Compromising Morning




~ Well, you have now officially started your revenge on 'him'. The present wasn't anywhere near as good as this, nor was the spider incident. This was going to be great! Maybe that's why you're sleeping like a baby. You still can't help but laugh, even while you sleep, at the fact that you had shattered the door. Maybe 'she' isn't the only strong one. Well, you now know the name of all the band members. It was kind of a funny thing, though. Two of their names fit to a T, while the other's didn't belong anywhere near the man; most definitely not in the same sentence. Well, that doesn't really matter.... You are currently dreaming of your past and it is as clear as day. Weren't dreams supposed to be clouded, jumbled, and as confusing as possible? Oh, well. It doesn't matter. It's only a dream after all, but.... You've been there.... Why's it so familiar? Doesn't take long to figure it out that's for sure! ~

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I stood in the room, staring out my window, watching the leaves fall from the tree, floating gently to the ground. The sun was just starting to rise, slowly peeking over the treetops, beaming with joy at the dawning of a new day. The sun seemed to be reflecting my feelings, yet its' color was dim compared to me. I was thrilled. Today was my first time to go hiking with my father. It was going to be just him and me. Mama was currently swelled; my brother was due next week. Grandfather was staying to help my mother incase anything went wrong. It was going to be great, even though it was for only one day and a night.

"You're already awake?" A male voice greeted me as he stepped into the room. My father stood before me. I wanted so much to run out and grab onto him for dear life. My subconsciousness was working, but my dream was like a play. One that had been created from my past. In every single detail, this dream was real. This was how it had been. And knowing that I couldn't do this kind of thing anymore with him.... I wanted to cry and was surprised as I felt a tear slip down my now child face.... I had cried out of joy... A joy that had lasted for only days after. But, I hadn't known.

"Hai! I'm so excited! Is it time to go?" I asked grabbing my father's extended hand.

"Hai. Got your bag. Mama is waiting to say good bye," He said smiling. That smile that never wavered from his face. I was truly ashamed I'd allowed myself to forget him...

I ran to my closet, grabbed my pack, and bound down the stairs. My new kitten, Buyo, waited in my mother's arms, purring contently. I gave him a quick goodbye stroke and my mother a huge hug and kiss. She was smiling just like father. They were always happy about one thing or another. Neither of them had ever complained or lost their temper.... Well, not until that week.

"Sayonara, kawaii," she whispered and pushed me out the door, my father at my side. "Have fun and be careful!"

"We will be, right?" My father said, looking at me for reassurance.

"Hai!"

The world around me went white. I heard someone chuckle, my vision coming back piece by small piece. The sun was blinding as my vision cleared. My father's voice called to me.

He was currently lying on the ground after having fallen chasing a chipmunk through the woods. We were in an opening, next to the edge of the forest with a cliff over to our side. I turned back to my father after watching a cloud pass by that reminded me of a dragon-flying overhead; it's wings covering half the sky fully expanded. He chuckled as he watched the sunbeams dance on the ground beside him.

"Daijobu, ka?" I asked him, concerned. I had gotten cut from falling like he had.

"Daijobu," he answered, laughing again. I laughed with him as I saw a squirrel chase a chipmunk that had stolen an acorn.

"Let's go back, kawaii," he said standing up. He chuckled when I frowned. "Don't frown. Smile. It suits you much better." I did. "It's almost dinnertime and I have to cook. That means we won't be eating for a while if we don't get to the cabin soon."

I giggled, skipping along side my father. I didn't really know how much I missed it until then... But my mind's thoughts were clouded and unclear as my dream went on.

The cabin was really big. It had a nice family room, a large kitchen with the table off to the side, three bedrooms, and a bathroom. We had been planning on coming for a long time and had reserved it almost 7 months ago, before we'd known mama's condition, thus the reason for the two extra rooms. (Taking grandpa into account, also)

Dad was in the kitchen and I went to my bedroom. I watched the clouds pass by my window as the sun sank below the horizon, finally getting the rest it deserved after shining so brightly all day. "Oyasumi nasai..."

"Kawaii... It's dinnertime," he called from the kitchen. I ran to my father, starving. I'd been through a lot that day.

After dinner, however, I didn't go to bed. Instead my father took me to the bedroom he was staying in. "Kagome, do you know about this place?"

'Ah, a bed time story!' I thought. "Iie, otoosan," I told him.

"This was where your mama and I stayed for our honeymoon. We even watched the sunset from here. I wanted to watch it with you tonight, but dinner took too long," he said apologetically.

"That's okay. I saw it set from my bedroom. It was really pretty." I smiled. I didn't want him to feel too bad about it.

"Good. I'm glad you saw it." He got up and walked over to the windowsill, motioning for me to follow. "Look," he said pointing to the wall beside the window. There, sketched from the wood, were the names of my parents. It was deep enough to notice, but it didn't stand out much.

"Sugoi! Can I put my name?" I asked pleadingly.

"Hai," he replied, kneeling beside me. "Do you remember how to write it?"

"Hai," I giggled. I'd only written it like... A million times already.

"All right. Can you use this without hurting your self?" He asked, pulling out a pocketknife.

"Hai!"

He chuckled and handed the knife over, stepping aside so that I could write my name. I couldn't reach and told him. He said to write it wherever I could under their names. I did- with a little help, of course. I admired my work. It wasn't the best, but it was good for me. Wood was hard to carve correctly.

"Great job, kawaii," my father beamed. "Now, one more thing." He took the knife back and returned it to his pocket. "We need a picture of you... It's too late now, but we'll do it next time. We go home tomorrow, after all."

"Why do you need my picture?"

He ruffled my hair, chuckling. "Ne, my mother and I are going to buy this place-"

"Sugoi!"

"-And we decided to collect something from here before we buy it. Reminders of a sort."

He leaned on the windowsill and pulled up. The sill came up to expose a small dug out in the wall. A small box and a key were stored in it. He pulled them out and sat back down on the bed. I crawled up beside him.

He unlocked the box carefully and opened the lid. Inside were a pile of pictures, some letters, and a locket. One of the pictures was of my mother, twirling on a beautiful hilltop meadow. There was also a picture of my father in front of the cabin, making a victory sign with his fingers, grinning. The third picture was a profile shot of my mother, about 7 months pregnant, staring up at the sky. The fourth was one of my grandfather and grandmother, who had past away in her sleep shortly after I was born.

Since I couldn't read, I disregarded the letters for the while and grabbed the locket. It was a gold heart with a rose imprint hanging from a golden necklace. Opening the locket, I found a picture of me, newly born, in my mother's arms. On the other side was a photo of my grandfather and grandmother, holding me with my dad in the back, smiling.

Reminders.... That's what my father called them, but.... My mother never went to the cabin again. Not after that day... My dreamed of past went blank for a moment. Why was I remembering this now? What was different about my life? Why....?

My father's face flashed before my eyes. He was angry. He'd never been like that before. We were in a car, but all the sound was gone. All I could do was sit back and watch the scene before me. The last time I ever saw my father alive.... I didn't want to see anymore, but my eyes never shut. He calmed a little, looked into my eyes, then smiled softly. As he turned back to look out the windshield, my eyes dropped. I wanted, more than anything I had ever wanted before, to just reach out and hug him... One last time. My eye's closed. My mind wandered....

My mind filled with a bright light and a loud shriek. My eyes flung opened, pain flooding through my chest, my heart tearing. Warm tears fell from my eyes. I stood over the casket of my father, his smile gone from his face... The shriek had been my own.

My mother hugged me, but I pushed her away. I didn't want anyone near me. I had to deal with this on my own. It had been my fault... All my fault... I had been the death of him. The man that never frowned. The man that was never angered. The man that had always made me laugh. Who was always there... My father...

That had been the moment I'd forgiven the boy. It wasn't his fault, but mine... Mine for being entered into the audition. Mine for being fooled into drinking the drugged liquid. Mine for having not been awake, not having died, with my father. I was the reason...

"Kawaii, don't push me away... I feel the same," Mama had said.

"Iie, you don't!" I shouted at her, my voice was filled with venom, my anger seething past my clenched teeth. My anger at myself made me sick to my stomach and my world spun. "How could you know!? You're not the reason he's dead! I AM!"

"Iie, you're not," she said, smiling sadly. "It was his time, Kagome... You need to understand that. It wasn't your fault."

She hugged me again. I didn't push away... Instead, I held on tight as I took her advice, in a way, and, like that small box Father had shown me, I locked up my memory of him... My memories of my life before that moment... To be hidden away forever, untouched.

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I felt myself float softly back down to Earth. That dream had brought up some more forgotten memories. It was really strange that I hadn't remembered it until now. Not even at the concert...

I sighed and hugged my pillow. I'd finally remembered and even though it was sad, I was happy. Now I remembered my father. I'd remembered the truth.

I stretched slightly. It felt like I was still dreaming, like I was lying on a cloud made of the smoothest silk. Was it possible I'd gone to heaven...? Maybe that was why I remembered.

I took in a deep breath of the fresh morning air. 'Iie, I'm not in heaven,' I thought as the scent of sausage reached my nose. I sighed contently. Ayame was probably already up, cooking and screaming for everyone to get up... Well, she wasn't screaming. It was oddly quiet actually.

***SNAP***


I frowned. That sounded like a camera. I heard someone whisper and then sneak away. I opened my eyes slowly. Silver... And a mix of golden sunlight. 'What...?' It took me a moment to make a connection. 'Oh. Kami- sama. Iie.'

I closed my eyes, rubbed them, trying to make the vision fade. Slowly I opened my eyes, only to find it still there.... And moving. I heard him yawn. I couldn't move. What was I supposed to do....?

He stretched, mumbling. He turned over, facing me, still asleep. He looked so peaceful like that. I couldn't be angry with him. He was just...

One arm draped over my shoulder and, on instinct, I covered my face with my arms, trying to feign sleeping. I didn't even bother to let my previous thoughts drift. What in the world were the other's going to think? I didn't want anyone to see that I was awake. Especially Inuyasha.

'Oh, kami-sama, help me! Onegai!' My heart was beating faster than ever. 'What am I supposed to do...!? Oh, no!' I thought as I heard the sound of approaching feet.

***SNAP***


Another picture had been taken and I heard Sango and Ayame giggle. My heart sped up. How it managed to remain in one piece, I'll never know.

"Sugoi, Inuyasha," Miroku said, just loud enough for me to hear. I heard snickering. 'Oh, great....' "I knew your name fit, but not that well."

Inuyasha mumbled a little. "What are you....?" I felt his arm tense up. I'm guessing he had either remembered or opened his eyes. I am not sure which. I was trying my best not to react to anything. "Oh, shit..." He rolled out of bed silently and I couldn't help but admire it. I suddenly felt cold with the loss of his warmth. 'Oh, kami-sama, what am I thinking?'

"Don't get the wrong idea, houshi. I didn't do anything. Look, I even gave her a different blanket and all."

I almost opened my eyes at that statement. I stopped just in time and thought back. I had been tucked in with a light blue blanket... He'd been wrapped in a black one. A black that made that silver hair stand out even more...

"Don't you dare tell her! She'll kill me!" Inuyasha hissed.

"You're actually afraid of Kagome-chan?" Ayame asked. "She's not that violent really."

'Oh, you just don't know the half of it,' I thought, trying my best not to smirk.

"Oh, you just don't know the half of it," Inuyasha grumbled, voicing my thoughts. "Promise me you won't tell her!"

"We promise," Miroku sighed, "But why?"

"She'll kill me!"

"Iie, I meant why'd you do it."

"Oh... I felt bad for her. Everyone left her sleeping on the hallway floor!" He explained. I listened intently. They were almost whispering now. "I tripped over her on accident and she never woke up. They had their doors locked. You were sleeping..."

'Sugoi... He cares about others a lot more than he let's on....' I thought. It was strange to hear that come from him. Even if he hadn't said anything about caring, just that he'd felt sorry.

"Sugoi... You care about others a lot more than you let on, ne?" Sango said.

'It's like they're all reading my mind or something...' I stifled a yawn. It was getting difficult to pretend, so I stretched, yawning. I grabbed my pillow, hugging it and mumbled. It came out more like a whimper. Oops...

I heard some more snickering. "It seems to me that she wants your company," Miroku laughed, walking away from the growling singer. I heard Ayame and Sango leave, chattering about how cute we were together. I could feel my cheeks warm up considerable. I prayed like crazy that Inuyasha hadn't saw as I heard him walk over to the dresser. I opened one I just enough to let me see the world that surrounded me.

He was digging through his clothes as silently as possible.... 'Iie, silently. Completely silent.' His name must have fit perfectly... At least it could. He would be one of the world's best thief's if his hair was black.

He turned around to look at me. My eyes flew shut, my breathing calmed down, my heart raced. I just wanted to get out of this mess. I stretched again and rubbed my eyes. I smiled when I heard him leave as quickly as possible. Actually, I heard him slip and fall half way down the hallway and holler. I laughed as I realized he'd tripped on the hall rug. 'Sugoi... It is true you can use one sense better if another's blocked...'

"Shut up, dogface! You just woke me up with that yelping!" Kouga yelled. I am sooooo glad he hadn't been with Miroku when Inuyasha was lying beside me. That would have been a real problem.

I opened my eyes slowly, yawning again. I sat up, looking over to the door... Well, where the door should have been that is. The mess had been cleaned up, by Ayame I assumed, and the door's remaining frame had been taken off the hinges, leaving the room in clear view.

I sighed and looked out he window... I saw a sunset... That couldn't possibly be right. It was morning! I shook my head and looked again. Yup, it was morning.

Walking over I noticed it. That dream, this room... It was the same one! My room... But then...

I ran from the room at top speed. It wasn't possible was it? It couldn't be true! Right before I reached the room Inuyasha walked out of it, having just changed. I didn't have time to stop...

"Kya!" I screamed as I fell to the ground with him. I froze. "I.... I'm... I didn't mean it..." I mumbled, fearful for some reason. He'd been so kind, even though he hadn't wanted anyone to know, and now I repay him by knocking the wind out of him.

"Get off me then!" He snarled. Well, back to the uncaring Inuyasha that I was used to.... Somehow, gentleness didn't suit him.

I bolted up. "Gomen!" I dashed into the room without waiting for him to get up. If this was the same cabin then... My name would be on the wall.

I stopped in my tracks.

The room, if it was the same one, had been wallpapered. The names wouldn't be there.I sat down on the bed, looking at my hands which had begun shaking. A tear fell from my cheek. It couldn't be the same place... If it was, the wallpaper wouldn't be there, right? Well, it was possible that someone had put it up. Heck, it could have been expected, really. Fourteen years was a long time... Someone was bound to notice the names carved in the wall...

"Daijobu Kagome-chan?" Sango asked from the doorway. I jumped, startled. I turned slowly to see everyone watching me.

"Hai... I had a bad dream, that's all," I replied, turning to gaze out the window. I heard Miroku snicker and walk away. Inuyasha growled, chasing after him. "I just... want to be left alone..." Sango left quietly while pulling the remaining two with her.

I stood and walked over to the window. There was one way to find out... I sighed grabbing the sill with shaky hands and pulled...

It came off... I gasped. 'I must be dreaming still...' I placed the sill on the floor carefully.

There was the little box and the key lay next to it. Cobwebs had formed, but it seemed they had been abandoned years ago.

'It can't be...' I reached in and picked up the little box, examining it... It was the same... I used the key and sat down on the bed before I opened it. If it did turn out to be my father's 'box of reminders' then I wanted to be ready...

I closed my eyes, lifted the lid slowly, took a deep breath, and looked down. I came face to face... with the brightest smiling brown eyes I'd ever say. The eyes of my father...

The sound of footsteps warned me of the presence of another. I looked over my shoulder to see Sango looking at me, worried. "Kagome-chan?" I hid the box from sight.

"Hai?"

"Breakfast is done... Are you feeling better?" She asked, not moving from her spot.

"Hai. I'll be there in a second," I said, smiling.Sango grinned. "Today is going to be the best!"

"Eh?"

"Remember? We get to play dress-up with the band!"

"Oh!" I lit up at that. My revenge! But... he'd been so nice... Maybe I'd take it easy and not make him wear anything too embarrassing... Nah! It would be too much fun! Let him suffer! I cackled evilly. I wasn't going to let today be ruined. I'd get back to the box later.

Entering the kitchen, I placed the most confused look as possible on my face. "How'd I get in bed?"

Everyone stopped what they were doing, except for Kouga who didn't even know I'd said anything. He was eating faster than Inuyasha had yesterday. No one said a thing...

"Nani...? Did I sleep walk or something?"

Inuyasha's face lit up, and then he began to put on a show, growling and glaring- his favorite mix. "Hai, you stupid bitch. You even pushed me outta my bed!"

I smiled inwardly but glared outside. "It was MY bed to begin with!"

"Keh! I made it there first though, didn't I?" He said smirking.

"Hai, but I got there anyway, so it doesn't matter," I said, mimicking his smirk. "Nani? You too weak to push little ol' me out like I did to you?"

"Little? You weigh a ton. I may be strong, but not that strong," he snorted.

That got to me. "NANI!? I do not weigh a ton, baka!"

"Hai, you do, wench!" he yelled back.

"Iie, I don't, you bastard!"

"Do too, clumsy!"

"Do not, jerk!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"I. DO. NOT!" I hollered, stomping on his foot and pushing him causing him to loose balance. He fell and pulled me with him. "Kyaaaa!"

I landed on top of him with one of my legs pinned by his. That got Kouga's attention.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, DOGFACE!!!!"

"Nothing," he tried to yell, but my hair muffled it. His breath tickled my neck and I had to laugh. "Nani?!" He asked confused. Again, his breath crept across my neck, feather soft. And again I had to laugh. "Nani?" If he didn't stop it soon, I was going to start kicking. That wouldn't be good. My knee was a little too close to some vital parts...

"GET OFF OF MY WOMAN!!!"

"NANI!?" we both shouted at the man.

"I'M NOT YOUR WOMAN!"

"SHE'S ON ME, BAKA!" he yelled as best he could.

I snorted- trying my best not to laugh at the breath against my neck- and pushed myself up, looking down at Inuyasha; my hair formed a curtain like wall. His eyes caught me for a moment... Golden with a hint of amber.... Absolutely beautiful. I was lost in those eyes, which seemed to bore into my soul. My mind was absolutely blank as I watched the emotion in the molten gold orbs become one of humor. And it took only one comment to make me gag at my thoughts.

"See something you like?" he asked, smirking. He just had to break the trance, didn't he?

"Iie, you arrogant ass," I hissed, disgusted with myself. I began to stand, but was stopped. His leg was still pinning one of mine, making it impossible to stand. "You going to let me up or not?"

"Hmmm....." he mumbled, like it was actually hard to decide.

"I thought I made you sick to you're stomach," I said, confused as possible with a small hint of anger. That statement got me a quick shove and I toppled over onto the floor. Getting up and dusting myself off, I took the seat he had been in and sat down, devouring the food in front of me.

"Oi! That's my seat!" he yelled, still sitting on the floor.

"And that means what to me?" I sneered, continuing to eat.

"Get up, wench!"

"Iie!"

"Hai!"

"Make me!" I yelled. Oops...

He grinned. "You asked for it," he said standing up and dusting himself off. I gulped. 'Oh, Kami-sama, what have I gotten myself into now?'

"Wh-what are you doing?" I stuttered nervously as he walked over to me.

"Getting you out of my seat, of course," he replied, bringing his face level with mine.

"And how do you plan to do that?" I asked with false bravery, daring him to do it. I was scared to death.

"Like this," he said, readying himself to push me.

"Don't you dare," I hissed.

Before I knew what happened, I was being crushed. Inuyasha had fallen on me, knocking us both to the ground. He had landed on top this time... Wow, this seemed to be happening a lot.

"What the hell...?" Inuyasha mumbled, looking up in confusion. I was going to scream, but I chocked back my words as I heard Ayame giggle.

"Oops," she said, smiling sweetly and winking.

"WHY YOU! I'M GOING TO STRANGLE YOU!" I shouted... Well, I tried to, but being almost completely sufficated my voice wasn't as threatening as I'd meant it to be.

"No time for that. It's time to go," she cheered.

Inuyasha grumbled. "Oh, yippee..."

The thoughts of revenge flooded my mind. I was going to have so much fun!

"GET OFF MY-"

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" we shouted at Kouga again. I really didn't like being called 'my woman'. I shuttered. It made me sound like an object. But... He did have a good point to get across, BESIDES the 'my woman' part.

"Do you mind getting OFF me?"

Miroku snickered. Inuyasha jumped up. I took a deep breath and sighed. Much better! But, now it was time for revenge.

I grinned evilly and cackled. The guys looked at me uncertainly and Inuyasha sprinted for the door, away from the evil revenge seeking aura that began to seep toward them. It was going to be the best! And to think they were absolutely powerless to stop it... Muhahahahahah!

Okay, I don't laugh like that, but so what? I was going to enjoy myself. The torture was finally beginning.