A bit angsty, but it levels out in the end. ^^* Sorry I can't write longer chapters, but it's hard for me. Enjoy!
Reminiscences
The sound of retching reached his ears in sleep, waking him from his dreams. Father's at it again. How long this time? The light of his alarm clock beamed the 4 a.m. time from the shadows as he lay there, silent as the grave. His eyes remained riveted on the ceiling as he listened, waiting for the noise to die down.
It had all started a few years back; the sickness, I mean. No one knew how he had gotten sick or even what had caused it. His otoosan was in never ceasing agony, the disease or sickness eating away at his body; all he had endured was enough to make the strongest stomach sick. The doctors had no medicine for him. He had to deal with this until the day he died.
Slowly but surely, the heaving across the hall stopped. Inuyasha took comfort in the silence that followed, allowing it to swallow his body as he succumbed to the blackness once again. But sleep wouldn't take him; his mind would not rest. It took flight, soaring through his old memories, good and bad, never caring which door to his mind it would open next; they all seemed to focus on one person, though. Kikyou.
**FLASHBACK**
Even while they were fighting she was still so beautiful. That cold ice queen herself, held together and upright by the rage coursing through her veins.
"You don't seem to understand, Inuyasha. It's over." She looked at him as if he were the lowest of creatures, nothing more than dirt on her boot.
"But, Kikyou, I…" He couldn't say it; he never could. It was always the same. He got so close, and yet, the words were never able to get passed his lips.
She smiled coldly at him. "See, Inuyasha? You can't even say it now. I hope no girl ever has to go through what you put me through." With that, she turned away, walking straight into the arms of her new lover.
Naraku smirked an evil mocking smirk as he kissed Kikyou, mouth open and all, and said, "See ya later, 'Yasha," using Kikyou's nickname for him, throwing it in his face like a punch.
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She stood out, stark against the night sky, the moon making her look too unreal to touch. Such cold, raw beauty could only belong to one person. She always looked like that; too beautiful, nearly untouchable in her magnificence.
Without turning to him, she said, "I thought you'd come here. I come here often enough myself." She looked down at her feet, for the first time lowering her head, giving her a human appeal. "I get lonely…" She smirked at herself as she said it. "Weird, huh? Me, the most popular, most loved girl in school, feeling lonely. I'm constantly surrounded by people and yet I seem to lack something."
He slowly walked the rest of the way to the God Tree, seating himself behind her as she stood.
"You know, we aren't that much different, you and I." She turned to him and smiled, walking over to him and sitting next to him. "We both don't have that much and we both need something." She gave him a searching look before asking slowly, almost hesitantly, "Will you help me find it?"
At a loss for words, he just nodded in response, looking away from her. His face turned warm as he felt her head rest itself on his shoulder and her arms snake around his right one that rested on his upright knees.
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His father's sickly face looked at him with a deep sorrow and concern, trying to hide the pain. Slowly, almost agonizingly slowly, he raised his hand to Inuyasha's shoulder and rested his palm down on it.
"Son, I know how you must feel right now and—"
Inuyasha shook the hand off his shoulder as he interrupted, "How could you know how I feel?" He said it more harshly than he had intended, but he couldn't take it back; that's how he felt and he needed to get it off his chest.
He looked up at him with a hurt, knowing expression. "Inuyasha, I—"
"You what? Don't treat me like a child. Just quit acting like you know, 'cus you don't." He stood up, pushing himself away from the bedside. "Is that all you wanted to talk to me about? My life?"
His father looked like he was about to say something to him, but Inuyasha cut him off. "Just stop trying. I can handle my own life; stay out."
**END**
Inuyasha groaned, turning over in bed trying to burry his head in his pillow to escape the memories that bombarded him in the dark. He was starting to get a headache from all the things that were running through his head, and most of them weren't good.
Kuso. Why can't she just leave me alone? Why can't they all just leave me alone? Trying to distract himself so he could sleep, he remembered the girl he had met just yesterday. Who is she? She's almost the spitting image of….no; there's something different about her, though. He smirked at the ceiling as he thought. Maybe she'll go to school with me….then I could have some real fun. Thinking of all the things he could, or would, do, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.