Owarinai Yume
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha and this will be the only time I will say this! So don't sue!
Ok, well this idea sorta popped out of nowhere. I was at art class drawing a stupid chair when I thought of this. Yes, I was bored. LOL. Hope you enjoy it! And review, review, review!
Ch. 1The air seemed so much cleaner, now that it had been rid of Naraku's evil miasma. He had finally been defeated at long last. Even the great Naraku couldn't withstand against a blow to the heart by Kagome's sacred arrow, Inuyasha's Bakuryuuha ultimate attack, and a hit from Sango's boomerang all at once. His body disintegrated from the inside out, leaving but a pile of ashes. And now, those ashes were disappearing, blown away by the caressing wind.
Kagome gave a sigh of contentment. It was over. Finally. She looked down at Inuyasha crouched beside her and he gave her a lopsided grin. They had all been injured in one way or another, but nothing life-threateningly dangerous. Inuyasha had a what must be painful cut across his chest. She herself had cuts all over her body. Miroku stood nearby, marveling at his whole hand, which he promptly rested on Sango's backside. An instant later, he lay on the ground with a red handprint across his cheek. Sango had slashes from Naraku's flailing tentacles, and Shippo had been sent back to the village before the battle, despite his many protests.
Kagome knelt down next to Inuyasha. She attempted staunch the flow of blood from his wound by pressing his clothes to his body; hoping it would absorb the blood. Her eyes flew back up to his face and she gave him another smile, not knowing why. Quietly, Sango snuck away, dragging an unconscious Miroku along with her, understanding that her friends needed some alone time.
Hesitantly, Inuyasha lifted his hand and traced the fine scar across Kagome's cheek from when her bowstring snapped. Fortunately she had been able to obtain another bow, but the scar would forever remain. She shuddered involuntarily from his touch and placed her hand over his gently. She looked into his eyes and was immediately ensnared. Such emotions lay in those golden orbs, and she felt herself slowly leaning toward him. His hand traveled to the back of her head and fisted in her hair, pulling her toward him. Their lips met in a soft, sensual kiss. Kagome ran her fingers through Inuyasha's beautiful silver hair, reveling at the silkiness despite all the battles he had been through.
They continued to kiss until their lungs screamed for breath. Inuyasha reluctantly broke the kiss. "Kagome…"
"Inuyasha." She replied.
"Kagome, now that Kikyo has been put to rest, Naraku has been destroyed and the jewel has been completed, I need to ask you something." He said seriously.
"Yes?" Kagome asked, her heart doing flips in her chest.
"I'm gonna take a leaf out of Miroku's book, but… will you bear my child?" He took her hand in his own.
Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, as Kagome answered, "Yes, yes! I love you, Inuyasha!" She cried, throwing her arms around his neck and burying her nose into the crook of his neck, as his arms came around her waist. She breathed in his scent. He smelled like the forest, wild and woodsy, and she loved it to death. She knew from that moment on that Inuyasha would be the only man for her. She took his face with her delicate fingers and kissed him passionately. She felt her heart soar when he kissed her back.
But something was wrong… She felt his presence begin to slowly fade and the face between her hands began to feel cold and light. She tore away with wide eyes as she watched his face become more and more transparent. Her look of horror was mirrored in his eyes. They grabbed at each other desperately, holding on for all they were worth, but to no avail. Kagome's arms fell through his fading body to clutch at her own. Inuyasha and the forest swirled together into a familiar blue glow. Suddenly, she found herself beside the well in the well house in her own time. She stared in disbelief. This couldn't be happening! She jumped into the well and landed on the cold dirt ground. She could still see the wood ceiling of the well house above her. She sobbed and sobbed, pounding on the ground before collapsing in fatigue. Inuyasha was gone.
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Kagome jerked up into a sitting position from her bed. She looked around and found herself in her room and in her bed. Giving a frustrated cry, she punched her pillow. Why did these dreams haunt her? She fell back onto her bed again and clenched her fists tightly. It had been five years since she had been in the feudal era and not until recently did she receive these memory dreams about her past. It was beyond annoying. Her subconscious just seemed to really like to rub in her loss.
She grabbed her gigantic stuffed animal dog automatically. It was white and furry and a gift from Inuyasha on her 18th birthday. She smiled at the memory, he had completely taken her by surprise with the present and she loved the cute stuffed animal. It reminded her immensely of him. She buried her nose in the dog's fur, amazed that it still had a faint whiff of Inuyasha's forest scent even after five years. Then again, she had never washed it. The stuffed dog was one of the only things that she had left to remind her of Inuyasha.
Another reminder was the pictures that stood on her bedside table. Her mother had taken it and forced Inuyasha to put his arms around her. She smiled at the faint blush of his cheeks. The picture next to it was of when it was on the new moon. Inuyasha had come over to stay for the night and in the photo, he was standing behind a sitting Kagome. The last picture was of the entire group, Inuyasha, herself, Miroku, Sango, Shippo, Kirara, and Kaede. They had to ask a passing villager to help take it and it had taken quite a few tries. They were wonderful reminders. Not that she needed a reminder. He was on her mind 24/7 anyway. To say that she missed him terribly would be a great understatement. She would have given anything and everything to be with him again.
She gave a huge sigh and stared up at her ceiling, imagining she was really out in the fresh air staring up at the stars in the Feudal Japan. And she imagined that the stuffed dog in her arms was really her Inuyasha holding her lovingly.
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Ayame, Rika, and Haruka gossiped quietly with their chairs turned toward each other. There was still three minutes before history class started and they were determined to squeeze fun into every precious second. After the said minutes were over, a young woman with strict attire walked gracefully in. Her raven hair was pulled into a neat, but tight bun at the top of her head and her immaculate navy blue suit put the principal to shame. Her pretty features were set in a stoic expression. The three girls immediately quieted down.
"Ohayo, Higurashi-san," Haruka offered with a charming smile.
The sensei nodded in return. She swept the class with her eyes expectantly and as if by magic, the students took out their textbooks and opened them in unison. A ruffle of paper was the only noise that could be heard. A new student who sat next to Rika folded her hands nervously. Rika gave her a reassuring smile and giggled inwardly. She and her other two friends knew that even if Higurashi-san seemed extremely strict, she was really a very nice and friendly woman. Her austere face was just a façade to make the students work harder.
Higurashi-san gave another nod to a random student and he stood up and began to read a paragraph out of the book at once. She sat down in her chair with a straight back and corrected papers on her desk as the student read and after a while, chose another student to continue reading. She gave herself a satisfied sigh for training the students so obediently. When there was only ten minutes left until the period ended, she told the girl who was reading to stop.
"Thank you, Yaeko. That will be enough. Students, please take out your agendas." Without waiting, she continued and at the same time, wrote the assignment on the board. "Your homework is to finish reading pages 187 to 221. After that, write a page long essay on Japanese legends. You are required to do at least two legends. And after that, answer questions one through seven on page 221. This will be due tomorrow."
A few faint groans could be heard at this announcement. One boy folded his arms stubbornly and muttered under his breath, "Bitch."
Higurashi-san turned her head abruptly at his mutter and gave him a withering glare. He slid a bit down his seat. "I believe that will be a detention and a trip to the principal's office, Toshiko. You may leave now." She said in a slightly shaky voice. He nodded dejectedly and slouched out the door. After he had left, she turned toward the rest of the class, "You may use the rest of the period to do your homework. If you will excuse me…" She trailed off and she too walked out of the door, but a tear at the corner of her eye was obvious. The rest of the class whispered to each other at the never before seen event. Most of the class had never taken the time to get to know their teacher.
Rika gave an annoyed growl and raised her voice, "She is human, ya know!"
Ayame cocked her head to the side slightly, "Still, I wonder how a little name calling could have made Higurashi-san so upset." She sighed, "We better talk to her after school to make sure she's okay."
"Don't we always do that anyway?" Rika asked.
"This time, we have to be serious." Haruka said seriously. The others burst into laughter, Haruka was never serious.
"What?" She asked innocently.
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Ayame knocked tentatively on Higurashi-san's door. Rika and Haruka stood a bit behind her staring off at the school campus. After a few seconds, their sensei opened the door and gave a welcoming smile, "Come in."
When they had all entered the room, she continued, "Was there something you girls wanted?" She looked at all three of them. Rika and Haruka pushed Ayame forward.
She glanced at her teacher nervously, "Ah, Higurashi-san, we were just wondering… why were you crying this morning?" She asked quickly.
Higurashi-san's smile turned into a small frown. She spoke slowly, "Well, that's not a question I was expecting, but…"
"Was it the first time someone called you a 'bitch'?" Haruka asked bluntly.
Higurashi-san shook her head with a small sad smile on her lips, "No, I've been called a 'bitch' many a time. But it has been a while, five years in fact. I guess it just caught me by surprise and it brought back a hell of a lot of memories." She sighed wistfully.
Rika stared at her suspiciously, "Higurashi-san, exactly how old are you?" The others kicked her discreetly.
She looked surprise, "Another unexpected question, but I'm not really an old woman so I will answer. I'm 23 years old."
All three of them stared at her. Haruka was the first to speak, "Really? We thought you were at least in your late twenties."
Higurashi-san smiled dryly, "Why, thank you."
"But I still don't understand," Ayame broke in, "Why did the memories make you cry? I mean the person who called you that couldn't have been that cruel, right? I mean, I don't know crap about your past, but… well… I dunno." She stared off at a far wall, uneasily.
"It's alright. The man who called me a 'bitch' was anything but cruel. It was more of a term of endearment." She felt the sting of tears again and quickly wiped at her eyes. The movement didn't go unnoticed by the trio.
"Do you love him?" Haruka, the romantic, asked softly.
Higurashi-san put her head in her hands tiredly, "With all my heart." She replied sincerely. The three girls 'aw'ed together.
"Well, then, why don't you get him back?" Rika asked naively.
"It's impossible," Higurashi-san sighed. "I shall never see him again."
"Nothing's impossible when you're in love." Haruka said with stars in her huge, brown eyes.
"It is for this woman. I won't ever be able to get back to where he lives. Look, I'm not exactly comfortable talking about this subject. It has been five years, but it still hurts. I know! How about you three girls come to the archery contest at the park tomorrow. I'm going to be entering this year. We can talk then."
"You're full of surprises, you know that, Higurashi-san? I never knew you took archery!" Haruka said adoringly.
Higurashi-san gave a light laugh, "I'm not just a history teacher. When I was a teenager, I lived in an area where, er, archery was a requirement."
Ayame gave a happy smile, "Great! We'll be there!" She ushered the other girls out the door, "See you then!" After a chorus of good-byes, they left.
Kagome sighed deeply, why was she thinking of Inuyasha so much now? It hadn't been that much of a problem for the last two years, but all of the sudden, she felt lonelier than ever. The thought of never feeling Inuyasha's arms around her and his scent surrounding her, warming her body and her heart, made her feel so very somber.
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Hmmm, I was hoping for more, but… ::shrugs shoulders:: Oh well, no use crying over split milk. I'm not quite sure if that saying fits this situation, but that's okay! LOL. Well, what do you think? This was a really different idea I thought of. I usually like to do AU fics, that is unless it's like a one shot or something, but I think I like where this is going. Don't forget to review! The archery contest is coming up for chapter 2!