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Chapter Twenty-Two: Mad
Kagome's POV
"What the fuck did you think bringing me here?" I screamed. Mom and InuYasha backed away. I shrugged and turned only to trip over Buyo. "Fucking cat!" I hissed. I was pissed
"Calm down young lady," Mom warned. I glared at her and walked into what used to be my room. Now it was an empty space with a few clothes in the closet. I shut the door and slipped into the few items left in the closet. Just enough to allow me to walk around outside with decent-ness.
I ran outside. Mom and InuYasha watched as I jumped in the well. Once in the feudal era, I climbed out of the well. It was still raining. I started to walk toward Sango's hut, where my Yuki was. I was going to ask where she rather live. With Sango or me. I walked in the hut about ten minutes later. Yuki smiled and ran to hug me. I accepted her hug since I could never reject my own daughter. Only, when I picked her up, she began to cry.
"It is all my fault, isn't it Mommy?" she asked. I shook my head. Sango was sleeping when I had walked in, but she got up and started to talk.
"She has been blaming herself. Stop with the madness Kagome. I heard what happened with your father and I'm sorry for that. Yuki just has been hurt as you get upset. She has adored you since she can remember even though she had no clue you were her mother until she listened in on a private conversion. Take her home and love her like you did when you visited," Sango said. Suddenly, my anger at my father and some other things was gone. I nodded and said my good-byes. I walked away from the hut in the rain, holding Yuki close to me. She had stopped crying and was hiccupping.
"Yuki, I love you," I whispered. Yuki nodded.
"I love you, too, Mommy," she replied. I smiled and jumped into the well about ten minutes later.
When I reached present time, I started to cry. Yuki started to cry with me. "Don't cry, Yuki." Yuki didn't stop.
"Then, who will you cry with?" Yuki asked. I just cried more. InuYasha found us, lying at the bottom of the well, crying. He carried us out. I kissed him on the cheek before slipping into a dream.