Homu watashi aishite
(I love you, my home)
Kagome sighed, sinking into her bed. It felt good to be home. But, she couldn't help but to think of that night in St. Louis, just four days ago.
"Kage, what's going on?" Riley asked. He had a frightened look on his face.
"Shush," replied the other guy. He held a small vial in his hand. Forcing the other's mouth open, Kage forced the liquid down his once lover's throat. Almost instantly, the teen body started to convulse, the poison doing its deadly job in the span of two breaths. She gasped in surprise, causing the murderer to look up at her and stare at her, eyes hauntingly beautiful, but oh so deadly. He smiled and her blood froze.
"Run," he whispered, but it was so quiet that the whisper seemed as loud as a shout in an echoing canyon. She fled.
"Hello, Miroku here," Miroku answered his phone. Someone spoke to him and the phone clattered to the floor. Sango looked up, and felt a sense of deja vu hit her.
"Mom! Get in here!" Miroku shouted at the top of his lungs. Mrs. Botan appeared within moments.
"What's wrong sweetie?" She asked, going towards her son.
"It's Mayura," he answered.
"Who's Mayura?" Sango asked as Mrs. Botan gasped. Reaching past her son, she picked up the phone.
"Mayura?" She asked tensely. Miroku staggered over to the couch where Sango was located.
"Why are you calling me?" Mrs. Botan's voice went sharp causing Sango to look up. She had never heard the woman's voice so cold. It was like a knife cutting through warm butter.
"Miroku who's Mayura?" Sango asked. Her friend didn't answer her and it unnerved her greatly. She could always get Miroku to tell her something. But, he wouldn't crack. "Fine, keep this big secret from me," she said, storming off to her room.
Miroku sat dazed on the couch as his mother argued with his sister who had done something that had made their parents disown her.
"No, you cannot come here," his mother yelled as he walked upstairs. Going into his room, he looked up and noticed he was in the wrong room.
"Err, hello Sango," he said, inching towards the door, not wanting to be harmed. She opened her mouth to say something but she didn't. He left the room and wondered what was up with her.
Laying down on his bed, he sighed, hoping that when he woke, everything would be better.
When Miroku woke up, it was his phone that did it. "Hello?" He asked.
"Hello little brother," his sister's voice filtered in.
"Mayura? How did you get this number?" He asked.
"The phone book," she gave as her answer. "Listen, you can't tell mom, but I want to see you, and I want to see you soon," she sighed, telling her brother the above information.
"Why?" He asked, suspicious.
"I have to have a reason to see my little brother who I haven't seen in fifteen years?" She asked, incredously.
"Good point," he replied, giving a weak chuckle.
"Miroku, please, I need to talk to you, I need to see you," she pleaded.
"Where are you at?" He asked curious.
"At my hotel in town," she replied.
"Okay, how about 4:00 tomorrow at the coffee shop across from the library," he suggested.
"Sure," his sister replied. He hung up and sighed, laying back out and stretching.
"So, who's Mayura?" Sango's voice asked, making him jump.
"It's complicated," was the only thing he would tell her.
Katsutoshi sighed and looked up at the mantle, which held a recent picture of himself, his wife, two daughters, his son Sesshoumaru and his wife, and his younger teen son, Inu Yasha. "Why can't I remember?" He asked aloud. He slammed his fist on the desk and bit back the pain. "Why?" He asked again.
"What's wrong?" Dani's voice asked him. He looked at the doorway and she stood there, two mugs in her hands. She was the perfect wife in almost every aspect, but he didn't seem to find anymore happiness in their marriage like he used to. That was just another of the many things that had changed in the last few months.
His little daughter, Maria, wandered into the room and snuggled with her mother on the couch. Suddenly, he wasn't seeing them anymore. He was seeing her. She haunted him now, and it freaked him out. He could feel her breath on his neck, her voice in his ears, her touch on his cheek, he could almost see her, his one true love. Iyumi. He saw a scene that was so heartbreakingly real, that he was almost torn in two.
"What's wrong?" Sesshoumaru asked. His stepmother was sobbing uncontrollably on the floor. His father, was sitting on the couch, in shock.
"Your little brother's kidney's are failing," Katsukashi responded.
"What?" Squeaked the kid. After all the testing was done, there was a person who matched enough that they could operate and save the baby boy.
"Who is it?" Asked Sesshoumaru.
"Yume," sobbed Iyumi Akemi. This wasn't really surprising since the two babies were twins.
"So?" Asked the kid, not understanding what was going on and why his stepmother was sobbing so hard.
"There's a fifty percent chance that she could die," the mother admitted. And, when the surgery was taking place, the small child did die.
Katsutoshi was pulled back into his body, breathing slightly hard. His brow glistened with sweat. Something supernatural had just happened, that he was sure of.
Inu Yasha looked at the ceiling, bored out of his mind. Suddenly, an image flashed in his head.
"Mommy, who is that?" A very young Inu Yasha asked, pointing at the gravestone his mother was in front of.
"An angel, your guardian angel in fact," was what Iyumi was able to get out before breaking down in sobs.
"Yu-me-mar-u," the child sounded out. "Was Yu-me-mar-u a friend of yours? Like Ka is to me?"
Oh, baby, you have no idea how close she would have been to you if she were alive," his mother replied, confusing her son.
A sigh was heard by everyone in the house, a dead woman's laugh, and two men perked their ears up, hoping to hear her voice, just one more time, though it was impossible to do so in anything other than the memories they held of the woman named Iyumi.
A/N: Wow, two chapters in one day. That's something I haven't been able to do since Nagataka. This chapter seems so long, yet so short. A lot of stuff, a lot of emotions are covered in here. Is it just me, or have I become a better Drama writer? I guess reading judging the Drama category has really helped. I'm talking about the Big Ass FanFicton/Fiction Contest over on Mediaminer. If you have something that fits into one of the categories, enter it to the proper judge. We're getting bored. But, it has to fit under the guidelines, so read them first.
Oh, and I am not jugding the Drama category next year(if there is one). If there is, I want to Romance. I want to enter next year and in Drama.
10-0 A perfect score. We are still #1 in the NSC and go up against our toughest foe on Friday. Sectionals are on Friday and hopefully we'll get a giant trophy to put in our windows.
I own nothing because I am nothing.