Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or anyone in the fic based on the show.
In this fic, the characters are all how they are on the show. The only difference is that they all live in a large city a few miles away from Tokyo, Japan called Shiraminagahashi.
Shiraminagahashi is a place that I made up. So don't be surprised if you can't find it on a map!
There is a poem in this fic that I wrote. It is also on other web pages under my pennames Jessica warren and tridea rodriguez.
WARNING! THIS STORY MAY CONTAIN EXPLICIT SCENES! VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED! NOT INTENDED FOR CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF 17!
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Once Kouga had left, Kagome sat in an armchair in her living room and began to cry. The tears flowed uncontrollably for two whole hours.
"I…"sniffle, sniffle "… I have to stop crying!" slowly, she stood up and walked over to a bookshelf against the wall, across from the fireplace, and pulled out a book.
As she began flipping through the first few pages, she came across the table of contents… "Page 10: a collection of literature………..page 64: a collection of poems… Page 96: a collection of short-stories…."
Skimming over the list, she decided to read some poetry. As she read some of the names of poems in the book, very few of them caught her eye… 1) balloon day, 2) fate, and 3) Jilianamero. Of the three, she decided to read fate, by Jessica warren.
Fate
When all things come
to hurt and anger,
what would you do if you were the
stranger?
When people turn against you in rage,
in the book of
your life you cant turn the page.
With all of your problems and
all you have done,
you could try shooting yourself, but you don't
have a gun
at the edge of a cliff your decision did arrive,
you'd
made up your mind, you were taking the dive.
Your friends had all
told you this wasn't the way out,
you refused to listen, you've
already beat doubt.
It's cheap, inexpensive, the best way to
leave,
tell mom and Johnny they don't need to grieve.
You
step one more step, the cliff starts to shake,
fear floods your
mind with each one you take.
You look back hoping to change your
fate,
you turn around, but it's already too late.
Down the
cliff has started to plunge,
you're on the ground, your blood is
expunged.
Two thousand feet down, if you look up its high
you,
as your spirit, realize you didn't get to say goodbye
many
people's tears have been dried,
because of the simple
fact... That you died.
-Jessica warren
When she finished reading her selection, her face was once again wet with tears.
The poem had described exactly how she felt inside. The man whom she had loved, Inuyasha, was now dead to her.
She would never forgive him for what he had done to her that night.
That horrid, dreadful night, the one that she would never forget.
The night he raped her.