"What was her name?" She asked, closing her eyes and trying to remember. It felt so long ago.
"It's better off unmentioned." He replied softly, running his clawed fingers up her arms in an attempt to comfort.
"But I want to know." She said barely above a whisper. "Please, I want to remember her name."
He hesitated, stifling a sigh. "Sakura."
She opened her eyes. "…Yes, Sakura." She said, remembering her mothers warm looks, her sweet comfort.
"No more questions, okay?" He said, resting her head atop hers. "Okay." She mumbled back, content with her collected memories, and the security of his arms.
It was so long ago, when she was with her mother, just the two of them. Her father left them, taking Souta. he was just a year old. Her mother worked hard to support her in the years without her father. She worked two shifts, to pay for Kagome and herself. Or at least, that's what Inuyasha had told her. Her life was twisted into knots, and she was always confused. When her mother died, she was only twelve, a tender age for her. She was doing well in school, but Mama still couldn't support them, and she was always so depressed. Then things took a turn for the worst. She came home, having to walk because her mother couldn't afford to give her money for the train. She sighed, opening the door to her run down home, and ex-shrine. It was quiet, something she was used to, but didn't like. She hated the silence. Hated it so much.
"Mama?" She called out, dropping her backpack on the counter and heading upstairs. She figured she was in her room, trying to down a bottle of sake before she got home. She opened the door, her heart skipping a beat. Maybe two. There lay her mother, in a puddle of her own blood. A gun pressed to her heart.
A cry escaped her thin form, as Kagome ran to her side, blocking the blood out of her mind. To her, she wasn't dead yet. She was always hoping, always encouraging her mother, but there wasn't much hope in this case. Her mother took her own life, sparing Kagome a note, and nothing more. That's all she could remember, for she forgot her childhood then, on that last day.
Inuyasha. She loved him. Loved him so much, in more ways than one. He was her savior, her lover, and her father figure. When her mother had died, he fought for her, fought to take her into his care. And he won. At first she hated him. Because he was a stranger who the government were making her live with, but, as time went by she began to know him, to know who he was, why he took care of her, and she began to love him. He said he visited the shrine when she was younger, and was good friends with her mother. He said he met her mother through her father; they used to work with each other at a major Tokyo corp. And she believed him. Her relationship with him is a strong one, because she could trust him. And trust was something that didn't come often with her. She loved him. And he knew that for he loved her back. It might sound perverted, maybe it is, but she still loved him.
Their first kiss, it was more of an experimental thing for Kagome. She remembered sitting on the balcony with him, the one that was outside of her room, watching the stars. It was sort of a blur, but somehow she managed to lean into his embrace and press her lips against his. The look on his face still makes her laugh to this day. He was so shocked.
Things slowly evolved from then, into a more complex relationship. Now as she lay with him on the couch, only the sound of the rain echoing through their home, she's not afraid to mutter the three words that he loves to hear, or even ask him to touch her in ways only he could, because she loves him. As perverted as it is, she loves him. He is her savior, her guardian angel, protecting her, and helping her.