Sorry this is such a short chapter! It's because I've been so busy lately although I've wanted to update for a long time. So the result is an extra short chapter! But hopefully it'll be good even though it's short! Enjoy!

Remember Me Always

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Summary: Three little words he spoke to another broke her heart in ways he would never know. It's painful for her to remember him. She wants desperately to forget. And with the completed shikon no tama in her hands... she can. InuKag

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters from the series.

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Last Chapter

"Then, abruptly, the shikon no tama disintegrated into a million tiny specks of sparkling dust.

It was the most beautiful thing she had seen in a long time.

But it wasn't as beautiful as a bed would be to her at the moment. She was feeling incredibly sleepy.

"You won't remember anything when you wake up," a woman's voice suddenly spoke. It sounded strangely faded. Kagome frowned. Who was that again?

"Thank you, and take care, little one."

A sudden screech pierced the air.

Kagome fell with a soft thump on the grass.

"Inuyasha," she muttered, before drifting off into a deep slumber.

End

.:Chapter Three:.

The honey-streaked sky met the tranquil sapphire ocean in an explosion of gold and pastel. Droplets of pink, orange, crimson, and amber splattered the yellowing sky magnificently, like a show of silent fireworks.

The fiery orb that was the sun made its daily envoy with careless leisure, and with each step of descent, its dewy light faded perceptibly from its place over the jade-green meadows.

A white haired boy clothed in a red haori stood motionlessly in the distance, the sunset reflecting peacefully on his silvery mane. His clawed hand rested carelessly on the trunk of an old, faded tree, which bore a strange puncture mark in the midst of its wrinkled bark.

The boy appeared to be at harmony with his surroundings, never moving, never uttering a sound. Standing at the side of a faded cherry blossom tree that had long been flowerless, just watching the golden sunset paint the otherwise colorless sky. It was a like a scene from a forgotten fairytale; beautiful but somehow sad at the same time.

A restless breeze suddenly attacked him, breaking the picture-perfect scene, ruffling the sleeves of his red haori, and sending his peaceful white hair to fly.

"Inuyasha," a girl's voice suddenly said. It was barely audible, attacked by the ruthless wind, and muffled by the heat of the day, but it was there.

"Inuyasha…"

The boy turned around briefly, responding to the call, which could be assumed as his name, and for a mere second, his eyes were visible.

Gold.

Two orbs of gold, reflecting a sadness that didn't seem too foreign for their owner to bear.

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Cold and… wet.

Kagome groaned as she brushed droplets of water from her face, subconsciously rubbing at the sores she felt only too vividly on her shoulders and neck.

It was the strangest feeling. She was exhausted beyond what she had ever experienced, and she could almost feel the shadow of tears tugging at her swollen eyes. But when had she cried?

And then there was this jumble of incoherent voices screaming frenziedly in her head. Perhaps she was going crazy…

Kagome gave a shrill shriek of protest as another wave of ice cold water assaulted her face.

She was going crazy…

But at least the unintelligible voices screeching in her mind were slowly gaining lucidity. They still didn't make much sense, but at least they were clear.

"Kagome! Hello? Are you there?"

"It's not helping, grandpa."

"Huh? Oh, sure it will! Try it again."

"Alright… Here goes…"

Kagome heard the only too familiar sound of sloshing water.

Feeling as if she hadn't spoken in years, she managed to croak, eyes still closed, "STOP!"

A drop of water landed precariously on her nose.

'Oh well. I suppose it couldn't have been avoided…'

Kagome rubbed her eyes open to a most peculiar scene.

It could have been a movie held on pause, for all the movement that was happening.

Kagome managed to raise her rusty eyebrows as she looked up at her grandpa and brother. It seemed that they had frozen the moment she had spoken.

Souta had a bucket of water in his hands, tipped slightly forward, and a mere three inches or so from Kagome's face.

Her grandpa had a small 'o' formed at his mouth, and looked mildly apologetic.

They both stared wide-eyed at Kagome, as if she was some red-eyed demon of sorts.

Kagome clapped a hand to her forehead. She must have a fever. Since when were the stereotype monsters red-eyed demons?

A brief flash of gold occupied Kagome's vision. And then white. And red.

Kagome shook her head fiercely. No matter how much her mind screamed 'déjà vu' at her; she couldn't bring herself to believe that she'd seen something as strange as what she was thinking.

A golden-eyed, white-haired, red-robed boy?

It was out of this world.

"K-kagome?" Souta eyed his fuming sister uncertainly. An angry Kagome was not something to be dealt with easily. But an angry Kagome who was motioning to herself and mouthing incoherent words?

Caution was needed. Greatly.

Kagome abruptly turned her head to face her nervous brother, eyes narrowed and mouth stretched taut in a characteristic frown.

"Yeeeesss?" she prolonged the word venomously, remembering her situation. She had been lost for quite a while in her own world of confusion.

"What were you doing sleeping out here?" Souta questioned, his fear of Kagome's temper overwhelmed by curiosity.

"I'll answer that when you tell me why exactly you and grandpa were pouring buckets of water on my face," the grouchy girl snapped. Then a peculiar expression dawned on her face. She observed her surroundings reluctantly, almost afraid of what she'd see.

She was in the garden with the abandoned well. Why was she here?

She turned to her brother and grandpa warily. "I fell asleep here?"

They nodded in chorus.

A distant look dawned on Kagome's face. "But that's impossible," she murmured, closing her eyes. "When I fell asleep I was…" her voice trailed off.

No. She couldn't say it. She didn't need her family thinking she was on the verge of mental instability.

"Yes?" her grandpa urged on gently.

Kagome opened her dark brown eyes. "N-nothing," she muttered. "Let's get back to the house."

She refused the help of her brother and grandpa upon standing up. After all, it wasn't like she was crippled or really insane.

Or was she? What was with her lately, with all these blurred faces and incoherent voices haunting her thoughts and dreams? And the feeling that she'd seen them before?

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"Where is the damn girl?"

"You've been asking that for the past hour, Inuyasha. And I'll say this one more time. We don't know."

"Shut up, Miroku."

"Only when you do."

"Alright, what did you do this time, Inuyasha?" Sango asked, trying to sound stern while attempting to stay standing. Much to her dismay, Shippo had climbed onto the top of her head so he could glare at Inuyasha at his eye level.

"Yeah, what did you do, you big jerk?" he asked as meanly as he could.

Inuyasha growled menacingly.

"I didn't do anything."

"That's what you always say!" Shippo accused, pointing at Inuyasha to heighten the blame.

Inuyasha's claws twitched. "Well, there was this one thing…"

"Yes?" Sango prodded on, eyebrows twitching dangerously as Miroku leaned over her shoulder.

"The last time I saw her, she was crying," Inuyasha mumbled.

"And why was she crying?" Sango said slowly, as if speaking to a small child.

Inuyasha shot the demon exterminator an annoyed glance. "I don't know. But I think it might've been because of the conversation she was eavesdropping on."

"You were talking to yourself?" Miroku asked solemnly, lips twitching obviously from restrained laughter.

"No!" Inuyasha growled. "I was talking to Kikyo, you idiot!"

Miroku swiftly smacked Inuyasha on the head with his staff. "You're the idiot," he said seriously.

"Hmph."

"He's right, you know," Sango added, much to Miroku's delight. "For once," she said in emphasis, somewhat dampening the monk's grin.
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