It was that time again. The fragile strings that held everything into place…the world, the people, their lives…it was unwinding. Kagome shifted in her seat at the library table. She had a book open in front of her, of a strange language.
Kagome was sure, that the book held the answer to all her questions. Yet fate had only given her the power to decipher a mere sentence.
Some words were missing to her. Well, not missing, she just did not know what they meant.
"The time…come when life becomes death, death becomes life,…will become hell, and hell…become heaven." She mumbled. Something struck in her head as she saw, a string unwind.
"Oh my, you can't read that drivel, can you?" An old lady peered over her shoulder.
"…a little." Kagome whispered.
A sad, faint smile crossed the lady's face. "I could read that text once. A time long ago…" She mumbled.
"eh?" Kagome suddenly asked. She was interested now.
"Oh my, did I say something?" The old lady asked. She walked away slowly.
Suddenly, Kagome's vision blurred. She heard panting, she felt desperation. It was a slow sound, if there ever was. She was sure that now, another string had just been cut.
Kagome grabbed the book and her bag and headed for the door.
"Excuse me! Excuse me miss! Do you want to borrow that book?" It was too late, Kagome was already gone and the librarian didn't catch a glimpse at her face.
"Kids these days." The librarian grumbled. "First they play all day and don't even care about books. Next, they steal the books."
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Kagome ran home. She skipped across the street and jumped over a car. She had to get home.
She had to get…
Kagome barged into the house and grabbed the phone. Dialing Inuyasha's phone number, she noticed her hands were shaking.
So weak…
"Hi-"
"Inuyasha, Inuyasha, it's me, Kagome, it's over. I'm breaking up with you."
"Wa-"
Before he could finish, Kagome slammed the phone down. Heading to her room, she took out her journal, ripping it into a million pieces, she threw them into the garbage. She would have to remind someone to burn those papers later.
Kagome looked through the shelf. She was looking for a photo. The only photo she owned, for she had never used a camera in her life and another friend had given her the photo.
It was a photo of Kagome, Inuyasha, Sango, Miroku, and all her friends from junior high. Her hands were shaking. She grabbed a razor near by. Using it as a scissor, she cut herself out of the picture.
I must…I must sever all ties…or…or…
There was one last thing she had to do. She picked up the phone once more and dialed Sango's number.
"Sango, this is Kagome. I hate you. Tell everyone from school that I hate them. I never want to see you again."
"K-Kagome!"
Too late. Kagome put down the phone. Her legs were shaking. She felt like she couldn't stand.
Sever…all ties…or…or…I'll go insane…
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Suddenly, everything went back to normal. Kagome looked around. Where was she?
"I know Kagome. I know your secret. Don't try to hide it inside you, Kagome. For bit by bit it will consume you." A strange voice said. It was female.
"W-what are you talking about?" Kagome asked, her voice shaking just ever so slightly.
"Your secret…inside. But if you let it out, everyone will suffer…" The voice said.
Kagome kneeled down. For the first time, a tear slipped down her cheek. She started sobbing and whimpering.
Ever since she learned what she was, she had tried to keep it inside of her. She never told anyone.
She was different than other people. Because…
Long ago, there was a priestess. She believed in peace and at the time, there had been no wars, no disagreements, no arguments, no violence. Until one day by day, she realized that humans, wherever they went, whatever they became, they would always have good. And bad.
Wherever there was good, there was bad. Wherever there was love, there was hate. Wherever there was strength, there was weakness. Wherever…
So this priestess decided that she would stop this. People were dying and she realized that if they died because of this, she would die too for this. Not because, but for. She would use the last of her powers to control it.
By binding the hate and death and misery and souls into one single substance, she had saved lots of people. But the problem of where to keep this soon arose. If she hid it, she knew it would be found. Because whatever is hidden, is meant to be found.
So she waited and waited. And one day, (500 years later) after hiding it, she found a baby girl. She hid this…this development inside of her.
And that girl…was me. I am Kagome Higurashi, the soul of death. This is who I am. This is who I shall always be. Until the day that I die, I will be death.