Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, I just own the plot and maybe some characters that are invented along the way.
Sorry for the late update. I deleted the chapter three times and I'm still not pleased with it. I don't know, somehow, it just doesn't work out to the way I wanted it to be. But I'm posting it anyway because it's going to nag me to no end. I also wanted to say that the update would be slower now because I've to start studying for my two midterms. Well, have fun reading!
Whisper No More- Ch 1
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes
"I think I'm going crazy." Vicky Kagome Higurashi stated. She gently placed her glass of water onto the wooden table next to her. Kagome leaned back on the black leather sofa, trying to maintain calm.
Well there, she said it. It wasn't as difficult as she'd thought actually. But then again, how many people would go around broadcasting that they were indeed insane and actually meant it?
She looked around the room. It was like any other offices, with wooden shelves that were filled with books at the side. There was a desk in the middle of the room that had a laptop on it. She was sitting at the back of the room, close to the door. It was the first time she'd been in here, but she wasn't in the mood to go observe anything more than necessary.
Suddenly, Kagome wondered if it was such a good idea to be here. She had the urge to get up from the sofa and run for it.
Run, run, run
Asia, Europe, North America…
No matter how where you go
You cannot run from your destiny Kagome…
But she couldn't, she needed other people's opinion in this.
Harry, her friend from university, who was also a psychologist, placed his pen down on his clipboard and set them on the table.
"Vicky, you say that you'd been having re-occurring dreams and you are seeing people who you don't know but somehow you can name." Harry paused.
Kagome nodded. She wondered if he is going to tell her that she is indeed insane and recommend her to go into a mental institution.
"Vicky, first of all, dreams are part of the sleeping cycle. Everyone would go through the four stages of sleep before entering a state called REM, Rapid Eye Movement. It is then that people starts to dream. As people continue to sleep, they would repeat the sleeping cycle again and again. It's just that as time goes, people will stay longer in the REM stage and less in other phrases. There are many theorists trying to explain what dreams are: prediction of the future, a representation of hidden desires and fears, or just the by-product of your brain trying to comprehend the chemicals and hormones in your body. However, up till now, no body was absolutely sure. Therefore, if it's a good dream, enjoy it; if it's bad, don't mind it. Also, re-occurring dreams are not something that is uncommon to the population either.
"And about those who people in your dream. They could be ones who you'd met briefly and had forgotten but subconsciously you'd remembered. Not to mention that you had a bad head injury in the past, causing you to have amnesia…" Harry continued. "And sometimes…it takes a traumatic event to bring back things, the emotions; the surroundings and others might combine to be cues for your brain to recover the memories you'd lost."
A knock in the head can make you forget
Another knock can make you remember
Just how many knocks does it take to wake up the dead?
Traumatic event…it didn't take a genius to know what Harry was hinting at. Her husband, Vincent had died when the floor, where he'd worked at, exploded. After three months, polices were still trying to find who the convict was…yet they failed. There was no evidence of a planned detonation. They weren't able to find anything that could proof it was a man-caused explosion, no left over of a bomb, no leaking gases lines, nothing.
The place seemed to have exploded on its own for no reason.
Your husband is just the first to go…
But he won't be the last
Be careful Kagome…
The choices that you make…
"Want to talk about it?" Harry asked, interrupting her thoughts.
"There's nothing to talk about really." Kagome said, she bit her lower lips, then thinking 'what-the-hell'. She had nothing to lose anymore.
"Well, I quit my job as a doctor. I don't think right now I have a stable emotional state to keep myself from being distracted. I don't want to endanger my patients' lives because of what is happening to me. The first two months I think I'd hit rock bottom. Not long after, that was when I started dreaming weird things and now, I see things when I'm walking down the street, people who were in my dream would wave at me."
"Are you able to recover what happened to you eight years ago because of your dreams?"
"No," Kagome shook her head sadly, "I could only remember the things which my family told me. They found me next to the ancient well which was located in my family's shrine. From what I'd heard, there was blood all over my body. A sword had stabbed me from behind and the back of my head was bleeding.
"The police said that there were no signs of struggle around the shrine and we had no property lost. Therefore, they suspected that the offender might have attacked me elsewhere and transported me back to the shrine since I had bruises all over my body indicating signs of struggle. The offender would probably have thrown me down the well if something or someone didn't prevent him or her. The offender might have heard the sound of my family approaching so he or she took off instead, leaving me by the well…
When Kagome woke up, she found herself at the hospital. She felt as if she had a hang-over. Slowly pushing herself up, she found that the room was crowded.
There was an old man, wearing the traditional Japanese clothing. A woman, who was in her mid- thirties, had stood next to the old man. The woman had her hair up neatly in a bundle. She burst into tears as she went forward and helped Kagome up. She placed a pillow for Kagome to lean back on.
A younger boy knocked over the metal chair which he was sitting on as he got up and ran toward her. He shouted, "Sister!"
Sister?
Who were these people? What was she doing here? Most of all—what happened?
Kagome narrowed her eyes and pushed the eager boy back gently. "Hm…sorry but…who are you?"
"It's…it's me Souta!" The boy exclaimed, "you…you don't remember me?" He ran to the older woman, "this is our mother and…" he pointed to the old man, "he's our grandfather."
Souta ran back to Kagome and grabbed her left hand, looking at her questioningly. When she gave no reply, he continued, "Then what about Inu…"
Dog? Somehow, the word…felt important to Kagome. Kagome felt like she was in a maze, she was about to find something but before she could reach it, it was already gone.
What could it be?
She couldn't recall anything.
She couldn't remember anything at all.
Why?
"That's enough Souta," Kagome's 'mother' said with a tone of authority. "This nonsense had gone on long enough. I'm putting a stop to this. I'm going to get a doctor."
Protection…
From harm
From everything
Parents are doing what they think are the best
But is it the best for the rest of the world?
You can't run away from your destiny Kagome…
Instead of a doctor, a man with a police uniform came into the room. Kagome only knew because Souta had shouted at the man to go away and let 'his sister' rest. However, 'grandpa' pulled the loud boy aside, allowing the man to get next to Kagome. He asked a few questions only to discover that Kagome couldn't recall anything at all.
Upon leaving, he asked if Kagome would come by the station to see the sole evidence which was left behind by the offender. Kagome agreed, hoping that seeing it would allow her to remember what happened.
The doctor, who was accompanied by her 'mother', came in not long after. He said that Kagome had healed better than anticipated. She would be out of the hospital in no time. However, the restoration of her memory would be a problem. Some would never regain their memory while some would. The time it takes would depend solely on the individual and time…
However…
The forsaken shall be awaken
The sleepless must be put to sleep once and for all
Do you believe in destiny Kagome?
Because this is your destiny…
At that time, her injuries seemed nothing to her. In fact, she was annoyed since the doctors and nurses were giving her weird looks as she was getting better. Yet now, as a doctor herself, she could comprehend why.
To say that Kagome had healed fast would be an understatement. Kagome would've said it was a miracle that she'd even survived in the first place. The blade had missed her heart by one centimetre; even so, the blade pierced through her ribs and her right lung. The injuring on her head wasn't as serious as it seemed but it could still be fatal. She had received eight stitches.
Her head injury was the reason for her being unconscious for over a week.
Kagome didn't know how she did it but she got out of her coma quickly, just eight days. Also, she was able to get up and wonder around three months later.
However, this event made her to want to become a doctor. She wanted to help those who were injured badly. As a sergeant, she was proud to say that nobody had died when she was the one on duty. Her success rate caught a lot of attention from people. They would ask her how she was able to do it. And her answer would simply be:
Luck.
She was lucky to be alive after all. The person who had intended to kill her seemed to have changed his or her mind at the last second so he didn't stab her in the heart. She should be thankful she supposed. Even so, thinking about the event brought chills up her spine.
Up to this very day.
Not long after she got out of the hospital, Kagome went to the police station, requesting to see the sole evidence. She signed all types of paperwork before the policewoman would take the sword out of a cabinet.
Kagome's heart was pounding so hard and fast that she wondered if she was having a stroke. It was as if her body was reacting to sword. Her hands were shaky and sweaty when she took the sword from the police woman. Looking at it closely, Kagome realized that it was all rusted. It was so brittle looking. It made Kagome wondered how it could have impaled her chest.
Suddenly she felt sick, looking at the thing that could've killed her.
Since it did not have a scabbard, Kagome placed it down on the table gently, ready to call the woman back to pick it up. When she got up from her seat however, something caught her eyes.
On the blade there was a light inscription saying:
"Tetsusaiga…"
It was a name which she would remember forever.
Not long after, her mother had sent her to Canada to study abroad. Kagome felt indifferent, she didn't have anyone to miss anyway. She hadn't return to Japan ever since…
The past will be the future
History repeats itself
Don't make the same mistake again
Know your objective
Know your priorities
Make the correct choice this time…
Kagome
Kagome walked out of the elevator absent-mindedly, lost in her thoughts.
She didn't tell Harry everything.
She did saw people down the street. However, they looked like they were about to engage in battle. On one side, the group looked like animals in human form while on the other side, humans were holding onto all types of weapons like katanas, axes, one even had a big boomerang. People on the human side all looked battered and dirty, but determination was still in their eyes. Suddenly, they would all look at her, mouthing words to her before disappearing within a blink.
'Come Back!'
She didn't want to see a psychologist at first, thinking she was only daydreaming, but then…
Kagome stood under the shower until the water turned cold. Only then did she step out of the bathtub. She wrapped the towel around her and stood in front of the sink. Looking up, she wasn't able to see herself in front of the mirror since it was all fogged up by the steam. She wiped the mirror and took a good look at herself for the first time in three months.
Well, she wasn't surprised that she looks like zombie.
Notice the one word emphasized—zombie.
She looked pale and there were dark circles around her eyes, indicating the lack of sleep. Her hair had grown longer, instead of just below the ears; it was almost touching her shoulders. With her fingers, she tried to comb it, which didn't help one bit. She hadn't dye her hair for a long time and so the upper half of the hair, which was near the scalp, were black, while the bottom part was auburn in colour.
She narrowed her eyes as she studied herself carefully. She was thinner; her collarbones were protruding and her chin not as wide as before. Well, this didn't shock her since her diet of the last three months consisted mostly of: cigarettes, coffee, and alcohol, in rotating order. She would be surprised if she didn't lose weight.
Shit, it was only three months since her husband died and she already looked like she would be joining him any time soon.
Placing her hand on the ledge of the sink, she closed her eyes and tried to block that thought. She opened her eyes, with determination.
Three months were enough Kagome. He might not be dead, you don't want him to come back only to find his wife a bum right?
She had to be strong, until her husband return to her right?
They never found his body, he might still be alive. No…he is alive!
She can't carry on this lifestyle any longer. She can't just waste her life away. She was only twenty-six; she was still young, in some ways. She had to be strong.
Kagome turned on the tap, feeling the cold water splashing on her finger tips; she bent forward and scooped some water up and washed her face.
She wiped the water droplets off her face as she stood back up. The mirror was fogged up once more. Annoyed, Kagome wiped the mirror once again with her hand and her eyes widened.
She froze.
There was a face behind her…
It was a woman's face; that was something Kagome was sure of. However, her features were something Kagome couldn't determine whether it was natural or not. Even though she had seen weird cases of birth defects and mutation in different text books, she had never seen someone like the one that was standing behind her.
The woman had long black hair and no eyebrows. That in itself was nothing weird. However, the woman had two black holes in the forehead, each directly above her eyes. The intruder, realized that she had Kagome's attention gave her a wide smile, revealing her sharp white teeth and two large protruding canines.
Kagome felt a chill up her spine.
The woman placed her hands on Kagome's shoulders. Kagome winced as she felt the nails digging into her shoulders.
But something that defies the law of nature happened.
Two more hands came into view. One of the hands grabbed onto Kagome's hair and pulled it back while the other touched her cheek. The woman opened her mouth wider…
Kagome screamed.
Kagome forced herself to turn around, only to look face to face with the white wall of her bathroom. The woman had disappeared. Breathing hard, her knees gave away and she collapsed onto the ground.
She brought her knee up and wrapped her arms around them. She buried her face on her knees as she rocked back and forth.
"It's not real…"She repeated the same words again and again.
Shit her hallucinations were getting worse.
It was until much later did she realized that there were blood on her arm and her towel.
They were from the large deep gashes on her shoulder.
You can distinguish right from wrong
You know what's real and what's not
You can separate the black from the white
But what about the grey?
Maybe she shouldn't have kept this part out. Maybe Harry would diagnose her as a masochist and give her a straight-jacket instead of sleeping pills and anti-depressants.
Kagome shook her head as she headed toward the exit. She was feeling bitter again. She was so concerned about herself that she failed to notice that people around her was starting to run away from the entrance. They pushed past her, running in the opposite direction of where she was going. She looked around, confused.
BOOM!
Only then she knew what was going on. But it was already too late.
Something in front flashed before her, the light was so bright that she had to shut her eyes. The sound of glass scattering and screaming could be heard. Waves and waves of hot air pushed past her hard, throwing her backwards.
She felt herself slamming into something hard, and then she felt not more.
Buildings don't explode for no reason
People don't just appear from nowhere
Accidents simply don't just happen
Chains of events
Each with their own purposes
Combined to…
A disastrous quest for power
A painful journey to correct the wrong
A dying hope to justify a cause to live
All boils down to…
A playground for the fiends
So…whose turn is it to move?
