Fanfiction is officially GAY.
-pause-
-is murdered by fanfic staff members-
This chapter was supposed to be out a couple WEEKS ago. I went ON , UPLOADED the chapter, and ADDED it to the story, and guess what happens? NOTHING! I come back here and look and lo and behold! NOTHING HAPPENED. No new chapter, nothing. Stupid -gets murdered again-
Well, here it is. Feel free to not flame me...because well, even I will admit in truth (not some inward longing for others' sympathy as most people do) that this chapter is rather sucky. If I have the time, I may revise the entire thing. For now, you as the fanfictioner and reviewer of my story will have to make do with this one.
ALTHOUGH, if you'd like to speed up the updating process, suggestions are highly recommended. I had some really nice suggestions for chapter 29 that sparked a frenzy and inspirational writing, so if you have a suggestion, tell me. Even if it's burning Kikyou. Slowly. Hah.
Actually, no, don't. Everyone on fanfiction knows that everyone else hates Kikyou so it's just redundant to go around telling people how you dream of stabbing her or whatnot. And for those of you who support Kikyou, uh.....good luck to you! I'll bring you flowers to your funeral.
On with the "story"!!
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The wind blew, sending chills through the ghostlike trees. It was night; a lonely night where not a sound was heard except for the shiver of leaves and the scurrying of rodents on their nocturnal search for food. The moon cast its lovely shimmer upon the haunted earth, watching vigilantly while it slept with a maternal air. Loose papers and autumn leaves danced across the driveways and streets of the silent neighborhood. The perfect night for spirits.
With unblinking eyes, Kagome stared at the moon through the obscurity of her window shades, listening vaguely to the regular rise and fall of her breath. It was 1:00 am and still sleep wouldn't bless her.
She pulled herself to a sitting position with a groan of effort and exhaled and peered out further through her window upon her starkly lit backyard. It consisted of a small land of grass, a few shrubs, and a meager pool from which she could see a reflection of the moon. Her heavy eyes scanned the scene slowly, resting on a small mound of dirt placed next to a fig tree. To any other person, it would seem nothing out of the ordinary, simply an irregularity in the ground. Kagome rested her head on her fore arms and stared at it, a dreaded urgency in her chest relieving her body of fatigue.
Kagome swiftly threw her bed covers aside and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, using her toes to search for her slippers. Groping about in the dimness of the house, she made her way down the stairs, keeping a mental note of the particularly squeaky steps. Within moments, Kagome found herself standing outside, shivering a bit from the cold, and giving wary glances at the mound of dirt hidden under the shadow of the fig tree.
Taking slow and rhythmic steps upon the grass, the coldness of the blades keeping a sense of alert in her mind, Kagome breathed steadily. Blood pounded in her head, a sign that her heart beat was erratic from anxiety. She gulped, but her feet were resolute in their intent to take her to her destination. She complied, her left foot coming forth, shifting her weight, and her right foot following suit.
Kagome kneeled down, her eyes drifting about the damp dirt. She could see every rounded pebble and grain of sand surrounding the patch of land. She stretched her fingers forward slowly and shakily toward a flat, ovular stone and stroked the smooth surface. There was an unusually gritty texture to the stone that could never have occurred by nature. Kagome lifted the rock and brought it under the moonlight and squinted. The grits were in actuality, thin grooves carved by a sharp utensil, forming something to the effect of recognizable letters.
Hojo Higurashi
1987-1999
Kagome's hand convulsed and the pebble fell with a "thunk" back to the ground. She fell backwards, her eyes wide and her chest heaving with shallow breaths. Hojo...Hojo...that name... She clapped her hands over her ears, trying to silence an invisible voice soundtrack inside her head. There were desperate screams...cries...sobs...
Kagome tore at her hair in agitation, trying to rip away the fear that was welling up in her and overflowing the limits of her mind. A twig snapped loudly, sending a adrenaline jolt through Kagome's body; her head swung about as she felt her heart quicken with every beat. It did not occur to her that the wind was blowing wildly and could've been the cause of the fallen branch. She glanced around with her terror-stricken eyes one last time, then scrambled to her feet, leaving one of her slippers on the lawn, thundered up the stairs and leapt onto her bed.
She shivered uncontrollably from within the blankets and hugged herself tightly, blood pounding deafeningly in her ears.
The sun embraced the earth with its warmth on the cheerful summer day; the wind was scarce, the sound of wildlife abundant, and the scent of nature soothing. She sat crouched over a mound of sand, a plastic shovel in one hand and a bucket in the other. Another child sat next to her, a small boy of the same age, wearing a grim look of concentration on his face as he thrusted his digging utensil into the ground and scooped it into a round bucket. She stared in bewilderment.
"What are you making?" she asked out of curiosity.
"I'm making a sand castle!" grinned the boy. The girl frowned slightly at his rather cliché reply.
"But everyone makes sand castles."
The boy gave her a mischievous look, a twinkle glimmering in his large chocolate-brown eyes. "But this sand castle's different." He rummaged excitedly through his pockets with his mud-covered hands. "See?" he cried, displaying his handful of a small array of small plastic figurines, "these guys will live in it." He smiled smugly staring anxiously for an impressed look from the girl as he stuffed his possessions back into his overalls.
She stared blankly. "But why would you want to do that?"
"So they can live together as a family in their big house and happily ever after," he said, smiling. His eyes trailed away from hers as he gazed silently back as his unfinished castle of sand.
"Are you going to live in the big house too? And live happily ever after?" questioned the girl, snapping the poor boy out of his melancholy ponderings.
"Me?" he repeated incredulously. "How can I live in a sand castle?"
"If your friends can live in it, why can't you?"
The boy searched for a response to her suggestion and found none; he released a sigh in defeat and grinned back at her. "Well, if I'm going to live in the castle, you have to come with me."
"Okay!" She cried in childish agreement, helping the chocolate-eyed boy scoop more dirt into his plastic bucket. Giggling and laughing in unison, they resumed their mission; an innocent project to built the perfect home to live happily ever after in.
Kagome stared apathetically into nothingness, letting the dream fade away from her consciousness. Her heartbeat had returned to normal a long time ago and she now lay on her side, her muscles lax and her body caught in an immovable torpor. 'That girl was me huh...' Kagome thought tiredly to herself as she yawned, her eyes threatening to fall. "And that boy...that was Hojo.......I wonder where this dream came from...."—she yawned again—"I don't understand..."
The last thing she saw before she fell into slumber was the color of deep crimson; the tint of blood.
(AN: Ooo, that sounded evil. Hehe.)
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Kagome woke up the next morning with an excruciating pain in her head, so unbearable that she couldn't pull herself out of bed and was only able to lie there and groan. After maternal investigation, it was discovered that she had a fever. Her mother hurriedly called Kagome's absence into the school with the excuse of a serious illness and tended to her for as long as she could until she was pressed for work. Bidding a swift goodbye to Kagome, she hastily drove off. Her daughter was left alone and very uncomfortable.
Kagome adjusted the damp cloth on her forehead, trying to make it colder and reached out searching for a bottle of a water to quench her dry lips. What a wonderful way to greet the new day other than being tagged by the wicked common cold. She coughed, her mind trailing the root for her sickness to her nocturnal excursion last night. She pulled the cool cloth over her eyes as her jaw tightened slightly. Perhaps the incident with Inu Yasha had had some sort of traumatic mental impact on her and induced troubling images as a result. With the simple mention of Yasha her mind went into a flurry of eventful flashback, sending Kagome under the covers with her hands clutching at her chest as she cursed. What was this pain? It was so intense...like the motion of someone ripping her lungs from her body it was so deep that she couldn't breathe. With her hands still clawing at her breast, Kagome's breaths slowly descended to more comfortable levels; with each breath, Kagome forgot one more thing about Inu Yasha. By the time she was asleep again, she had forgotten all that he had done to her and slept in peace.
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Dear Diary,
Hey, life is just damn peachy. I go to high school for the first time and I'm like, "Okay, high school sucks...nothing really new from Jr. high..." and then WHAM, here comes this guy named Inu Yasha who is the embodiment of the clichéd knight in shining armor. He saved me from Jake and from then on, I've fallen for him. Except for that fact that I think there's two of him. Except that doesn't really make sense. Except that I have no idea what I'm talking about.
Well see, I saw him outside fighting with Jake and he punched and kicked like some sort of demon monster. I swear, no human could have torn those guys up so fast. But there was something so STRANGE about him...well, I'm not even sure it was him, the dude had SILVER hair for crissake. I know this isn't really something to base this assumption on, but somehow I knew that it was Inu Yasha. Maybe it was the vibes I was getting but silver hair or no, my heart told me it had to be him. So he walked up to me and broke me, inside and out. I've never really been stabbed by simple words before, but these words ripped through me like a knife, leaving me to bleed my emotions on the ground.
I tried to ditch the rest of school, but this other strange boy intercepted me and tended to my pathetic self. His name is Hojo...he freaked me out; he kept saying stuff like I "should remember" him and things like that. The strange thing is, ever since I've met him, strange images pop up in my mind and these images terrify me. I've gotta stay away from Hojo...
Then I was saved again, except by a boy named "Kouga". He's such a nice person, always being so kind to me and protecting me. He's the first real friend I've made ever since I started going to the high school.
I don't know Diary, but I think I'm being haunted by this scary girl; she's like a ghost, pale, thin, and wispy. But it seems she only wants to haunt Inu Yasha, I just happen to be in her path I suppose. Every time I see her, there's a sinister glint to her eyes, kind of like the eyes of a predator as it smiles on its prey. I'm not sure what she wants from Yasha but I don't want to know. I'm not the type of person to hate or even dislike someone without a valid and justifiable reason, but in this case, there's something inside of me that despises her. The minute I lay eyes on her, that something twists in my heart and I have to make an effort not to outwardly grimace.
She incurs a sort of inferior feeling within me, like I'm only a rather bulky wall she has to break through, nothing more and nothing less. Her eyes are set solely on Inu. For some reason, the fact that she's chasing after Inu Yasha in the first place aggravates me. These aggravations are strong but every time they surface I scold myself and swallow them back down. Who am I to like a guy like that? Who slashed me with his words, who shattered my soul so deeply? Who am I to worry about whether Kikyou claims him or not?
Indeed...who am I to house ANY sort of affection for him when he himself has chosen Kikyou. I feel utterly defeated. Kikyou has plunged into my life and has just as quickly pulled herself out with the exception of pulling Inu Yasha with her. At first, I could not fill the hole that his smile had taken and I'd tried in vain to get it back. Now there is nothing; no hope, no dream, not even the slightest CHANCE that Kikyou would release him. He's lost to her and I have no right to take him away.
I wonder if it's right to love someone so much when they've hurt you just as much.
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There was a chill in the night that Kagome had contracted her cold that also iced the bones of Hojo, summoning a smile to his face and feeding energy to his latent body. He stepped outside to breathe in the fresh night air, letting the breeze sift through his outstretch arms and fingers. An unimaginable joy rose inside his chest, erupting in a crazed laugh, the sound of his ecstasy ringing through the stillness of the evening; and with a lopsided grin plastered upon his boyish face, he uttered:
"And the dead may come alive!"
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AN: uh, yeah, your authoress is officially dead now. I had some inspiration going with the first part of the chapter... then it died.... and died some more... and tried to revive itself but failed. Yeah. Sorry to be...a disappointment to the fans of this story.../ I'm trying to repair the damage that I did to it through earlier chapters by spending more thought and time on it, but it seems that it's going to be a slow and painful process. Kudos to those who still read my stories, I lurv you allll.
Silentchill13: uhhh...am I being complimented or flamed? oO
AnimeInuYashaFan: OO yes, it's a InuKag...it's just gonna take some time to fix up everything into a happy ending. . for now, Kouga's there to make Inu jealous. That is if my stupid idea of coming up with a split personality Inu doesn't backfire on me
Vampyremistress99: written what? Well, whatever I wrote that I seemed to have written before, I wrote it again so whatever. Er, yeah.
Anna aka strange: thankies )
Hanyougohan: I love you. You are awesome and cool. thumbs up nuff said.
Uhhhhh......I'm tired. No more special thanks. Plus, I think I ran out of people to thank anyways...everyone ran away ;;
Inuyasha: cuz you suck ass, that's why.
Kagome: Aww, Inuyasha, it's not nice to be so blunt to people. Sometimes they just can't handle it.
Me: WHAT?? Kagome!! How could you...does this mean that you think my work sucks too???
Kagome: Don't put me on the spotlight like that, it's rude.
Me: cries
Sango: I guess it's a four man show isn't it? (talking about story) You've got Kagome, Inuyasha, Hojo, and Kouga. Oh wait, there's Kikyou too huh (but no one cares about Kikyou ). But that means that Kagome gets three admirers and Inu-chan gets only two. HMMM.....
Inuyasha: WHAT??? Are you serious?? That wench. Well, if I kill off Kouga, everything'll be balanced...crack knuckles ::sinister grin::
Kagome: Just admit, Inuyasha. I'm so way hotter than you are. hair flick
Inuyasha: No way in hell. You're the closest thing to the birth mistake between an obese monkey and a deformed cow.
Miroku: WHOOOA there, that's harsh OO
Kagome:
Sango: don't explode, don't explode...
Kagome:
Sango: Oh lord, please don't explode and kill us all...
Kagome: SITSIITISITISIISITSITIITSTITSTSISTSSTSTISTSITSISTSISSISITISITSITSITSITSITSITSITSITSISTITSITSITSITSITSITSITSITSISITSITSITSITSITSITSTISITTISITSTISTISTISSITSTISTISITSTISTISTISTISTISTISTISTISISTSTIISTTIS!!!!!!!!!!!
Miroku: (in a random side note) whoa, it looks like she just screamed "tits" like a thousand times!
Sango: (on another side note) whacks monk over the head
Shippou: walks over and pokes Inuyasha, who is currently a sizzling pile of haori Inuyasha...did you just DIE?
Inuyasha: sizzle
Shippou: WHOA, Inuyasha just DIED!! That's so cool!!
Everyone: oO Wth??
Me: My brain probably looks like Inuyasha right now. Imma gonna take a break...xX
You know what? Those Chinese Olympic divers are friggin cute. If one of them walked into my high school, they'd most likely get raped XD. MUAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAAAA
