I'm so sorry! I'm so overwhelmed by school it took me forever to write this!! Well, Why make you wait.... Right? Here you go.
Kagome buried her face in her arms, and attempted to shut her ears against the deadly drone of her science teacher. Suddenly, without warning, the events of the last couple weeks hit her hard in the stomach. Choking down her sobs so that no one would hear her, she wallowed in her own misery. Why couldn't he remember her-why couldn't he just see the friend that had saved his ass countless times in battle?
She pressed her cold fingertips to her eyes, making spots appear.
::...please don't cry...::
Through the dancing lights of her eyelids, she smiled sadly to herself. He hated it when she cried. But it all seemed so ironic, so ironic that it made her want to scream. And yet, it was satanically funny. So she would sit here and laugh, with tears streaming down her face.
It seemed to take forever for the bell that sounded the end of class to ring. She felt like shit, her eyes and head aching from the tears she tried to force down, and she was sure there was a bruise on her arm from where she had pressed her face an hour before. Finally, school was out, and she could go home to the stares of her family.
She sighed loudly, and opened her locker after a third try. Today had been one of her worse days. If only she knew how much worse it would get.
While stuffing her English textbook in her bag- or was it Spanish? - a hand slammed her locker shut, obviously trying to cause her an inconvenience. Without looking up, she thanked the person and zipped her bag casually.
"Look at me, Kagome!"
Startled, she looked up. It was Inu-yasha.
"What?" She said more rudely than she had intended.
"Tell me why I'm wearing fucked up clothes?!" He was in a fit of rage, and he didn't look like he'd be easily calmed.
"What?" This time, her face held an expression of bewilderment.
"Lets go, you have some explaining to do!"
"Wait, you!" She cried, standing up and pointing an accusing finger. "What are you talking about?!"
He turned around slowly, a surprised look on his face. "What am I...? What happened to you?!" He said, looking her up and down. "You look terrible!"
-Shlack-Her hand shot out from nowhere, slapping him hard in the face.
"How... How..." She fought for words, her voice quivering. "How dare you!!" She breathed out, her face reddening. Other students stared on their way out.
Inu-yasha was silent, one hand on his stinging cheek, the fact that Kagome had hit him.
"You infuriate me, Inu-yasha Taishou!!" She cried, tears streaming down her face. "Why are you so fucking blunt?!" She pushed past him, wiping the tears from her face.
He blinked twice, and slowly dropped the hand on his cheek to his side.
"That's funny, I don't remember my cheek hurting in French..."
Kagome ran as fast as she could from the hanyou, sniffling loudly. She knew from experience that he could run much quicker than she could ever, so she tried to gain some speed when she ran head long into a very solid object. She squeaked in surprise, and waved her arms furiously to keep her balance. A hand caught the front of her shirt before she hit the ground, and she felt herself be lifted back onto her feet.
"Wh-what?!" She stammered, blinking up at the supposed brick wall that had planted itself right in the middle of the sidewalk. "Sesshou-maru?"
He gave her the usual emotionless glare. She tried not to recoil in fear.
"Ningen... I need to talk to you in private."
"What? Why?" She asked stupidly, straightening her shirt. Why would Sessou-maru care?
"Just come with me, we need to be out of earshot of my dear brother." He said with a slight scowl.
"I thought you were out for his neck!" Kagome snorted.
"Why would I have saved him?"
She gave him a politely puzzled look.
"Just follow me."
Inu-yasha set the keys down on the dining room table, and picked up a neatly written note from his brother.
Be back at four.
There's chicken in the oven.
He crumpled up the note, and threw it in the trash. Opening the oven, he stuck his head inside, and inspected the contents. There was a partially eaten chicken in a small pan. He removed it, and wrinkled his nose. If Salmonella weren't such a problem, he would just eat it raw, but Fluffy insisted that it was unsafe. Screw him.
Kagome and Sesshou-maru sat on a wooden bench in a quiet park, Kagome licking some ice-cream.
"Inu-yasha isn't the same person you met two years ago, Kagome." Sesshou-maru said, looking up at the fall leaves. "Let me tell you how it went after you left.
"I smelled death, his death. I also smelled that dead woman. Fury flowed through me, and I wasn't sure why, either. I told myself that I was the one who was supposed to kill him, not that dead bitch.
"I found him, face down in the clearing where she had disposed of him. I could tell that he was dead, his life form held no hint of a heartbeat. My brother, no matter how much I hated him, had been degraded in the worst way possible. Somehow I found the courage to revive him with the Tensaiga, and when he looked at me through those eyes, he smiled.
"He was soulless, and happy. So I took him under my wing. At first he was useless, like a child who didn't know any better, but soon I came to care for him. Soon he began to learn things, almost as if he had completely started over his life. He had no memories of me, you, Kikyou or even his beloved Tetsusaiga.
"After a coulple hundred of years, he was as a soulless demon should be. He killed by my side like it made no difference, but soon the other youkai began to die out. Electricity and computers rushed at us, and I had to find a way to put him under control.
"After he..."
Sesshou-maru stopped, and glanced at Kagome. Her face was pale, and she didn't look like she was listening.
"After he killed a ningen on his way home from work, something had to be done. I took the soul of an unborn child at a hospital and introduced the raged demon to it. He gobbled it greedily, and I had to start all over. I told him that I was his brother, and we were orphans. Our adopted parents died in a plane crash."
Kagome swallowed, and her dry throat unstuck. "Why... Why are you telling me this...?"
"His soul is fighting him. It belongs to a dead child."
"What does that mean?"
"Hell let him out, and there isn't a body to occupy."
End chapter