Hello! As promised, the next chapter of MTNF is out! Save the applause for later... I really need to know if anyone wishes to request a sequel, because if so, I need to alter the ending of MTNF a bit, Let me know if you want me to do a sequel by the 9th chapter Ok? Ok, Arigato!

Rabid-Chipmunk: Thank you very much for submitting the words. I have a somewhat limited vocabulary of japanese words. I also hear a lot of versions of Father, Mother, Brother, and Grandfather. I needed those words for my next fic. Thank you very much!

Chapter 6:

He was somewhere empty. Everywhere he looked there was blankness. No one was here. He was alone. Where was he?

Inuyasha....

"What? Who was that? Where are you? Who are you?" he called out

Inuyasha...

There it was again. Who was calling him and why? What did they want with him?

Inuyasha...

"Who is this?!" He cried out in frustration, "how do you know me? What do you know about me?"

I know everything...

Came the voice. Suddenly Inuyasha felt a tugging sensation, No! he cried, I can't go yet! But his struggling was useless. Slowly he felt himself falling. Then his eyes opened slowly, feeling more lost then ever.

Inuyasha woke slowly on the couch, his eyes and ears opening to rays of sunshine and the chirping of birds. Sitting up he looked around the seemingly empty house, lifting his head, he sniffed, he knew where everyone was now. Sango and Miroku were asleep in the 2 guestrooms upstairs, Kagome's scent was slightly stale, she had left the house at least an hour ago. Standing up he walked through the kitchen, towards the backyard. Glancing at the clock he read, 10:31 am. As he walked past the kitchen table he saw a note, picking it up he read,

Went out. Be back in a few hours

Kagome 8:27 am

Snorting, he tossed the paper back onto the table. Walking out the back door he sat down beneath a large tree, leaned back, and tilted his face up to the sunlight. The sunlight felt comforting on his face, it was warm and soothingly, slowly he felt his eyelids begin to close. Just as soon as he began to drift away the voice sounded out in his head,

Inuyasha

His eyes shot opened, "Who is it?" he asked looking everywhere around it.

You want to know who you are?

"Yes I do, can you help me?" he asked, his voice fading in the air

I can... But first you must help me

"How?" he asked

An image of Kagome appeared in his mind

Kill her

Gaping, Inuyasha froze stunned, then cried out, "No!"

Well...let me know when you want to know your memories, after all they're all right here...in my grasp.

The voice disappeared as mysteriously as it appeared, leaving Inuyasha as empty as ever. Blinking away unshed tears he lifted his head to the sun and let it's warmth soak into him.

Kagome set the groceries down on the table, "I'm bac-Huh?" Kagome turned towards the back door, 'an evil aura in the backyard?' peeking out she saw Inuyasha, 'Inuyasha's the evil presence I sensed?' she wondered, then 'or is it Inuyasha?' as Inuyasha began talking to himself she looked harder, as she did she began to pulse with a blue light, she looked even harder and gasped. A thin misty silver thread emerged from the back of Inuyasha's neck, the end of it disappearing to wherever its end was. As she watched the strand a little longer, it began glowing black. Suddenly Inuyasha stopped talking to himself, as he stopped talking the strand dissolved into a ball of silver mist, that floated for a moment, and then sank into Inuyasha's neck. Kagome quietly left, leaving her many questions behind. Some things were better forgotten.

"Well...let me know when you want to know your memories, after all they're all right here...in my grasp" whispered Naraku into the silver strand connected to his palm, when he finished speaking he clenched his hand and the strand dissolved into a small ball of silver floating mist. Taking the silver mist, Naraku carefully placed it into a metal cylinder and closed the lid firmly with a click. As the lid of the container snapped shut he reached out with his pointer finger and pointed at it, as he pointed a thin black jagged lightning bolt erupted from the tip of his finger. The jolt of electricity wrapped itself around the seal of the lid, closing the tube firmly.

End of Chapter 6

Are any of my original readers still reading this? It would be nice if you would let me know you're still reading my story. Not necessary, just curiousity speaking here.