Started: 10/4/2004
Revised: 6/9/2005
Reposted: 6/9/2005
Words: 681
Quote of the week: "You know you're stressed if you can hear mimes." – Anonymous
A/N: I had this posted once, but because I could not update it as much as I wanted to, I took it off until a later date ((And because I'd hit a very rocky spot on how to continue)). Well, that later date is here, and I've brought my story back. I also came up with a cool, albeit devastating, fact that I hope will tie odds and ends together in the fanfic itself. I hope all you past readers/reviewers are pleased. And welcome any new readers/reviewers; you're always welcome!
Disclaimer: Inuyasha is nowhere in my grasp, nor will it ever be.
Prologue
She was plagued with nightmares. Creatures that roamed only in legends and myths were breathtakingly real. Haunting screams pierced her heart...
Screams mostly came from one woman. One woman she felt that she aught to know but didn't. Shadowy images of this woman with cold brown eyes and flowing black hair haunted her dreams, along with a pink light flaring behind other images that cast them in deep shadows.
She dreamed of gold eyes, two pairs, and silver hair. She dreamed of howling wolves, warrior women, and black holes.
Once again Kagome Higurashi sat straight up in her bed, sweat dripping down her face. Her blanket had been unconsciously tossed to the floor, and her damp sheets were tangled around her legs. She took deep breaths and glanced at the clock, which read 6:47 a.m.
'For crying out loud!' she thought angrily. 'Every morning it's the same. I have those damn nightmares and wake up way too freaking early for my tastes.'
When Kagome turned fifteen, she had a full memory of her life. Happiness, sorrow, anger, regret, disappointment; all were present in those past 15 years. But she did not remember the day of her 15th birthday until May 17th, three days after her 17th birthday. She knew nothing of her life between those two birthdays. Her memories had somehow... vanished. Nothing she did had helped her to recover those lost memories.
Today was her 19th birthday. Those dreams and nightmares had haunted her for two years, minus three days.
"I don't know why I'm worried about them anyway," she grumbled, shoving the sheets off of her legs. "I should be more than used to them by now."
But she wasn't. The dreams stirred something in her mind... Something that begged to come out, but could not. She hated whatever it was that wanted her to remember. She often wished it would leave her alone so she could go on in life and not have to worry about whatever lay in her missing past.
She stood up and stretched. Eyeing the disheveled bed, she headed downstairs, promising herself to make it later. When she reached the living room, she stopped. Something was there. Looking around, she didn't see anybody. Something caught her attention on the coffee table. In the morning light, it glittered with black and white light.
Walking over, she picked it up. What she held confused her; it was a necklace. It had been carefully made so as five black beads separated four white... fangs? She looked around but didn't see anything else. What she had felt earlier seemed to be coming from this necklace.
She brought it closer to her face and studied it. The beads weren't expensive-looking. As a matter of fact, the necklace seemed to be no more than worthless junk. But something about it bothered her. She narrowed her eyes.
'How strange,' she mused. 'Something I've never seen before in my life is giving me the creeps. Pathetic.'
She placed the beads back on the table and turned towards the hallway. With a gasp, she realized, reflecting in the hallway mirror, a man was standing in the far corner of her living room. He was looking at her with golden eyes full of deep, terrible, soul-wrenching, sorrow.
Spinning around, she was in for another shock. No one was in the room with her! Turning back around to the mirror, she didn't see anything.
"Kagome, girl, you've lost your mind," she scolded herself out loud, more to reassure herself that she wasn't dreaming than to prove that she was alone.
She turned again to face the living room, her eyes searching until they landed on the necklace. She picked them up again and unconsciously stared at them. A revelation struck her, bringing her back to solid ground, and her eyes widened in shock.
'If I've never seen this necklace before,' she thought, 'then how did it get in my apartment?'
She stumbled to the couch without thinking and curled up, the necklace tangled in her fingers. Soon, Kagome was asleep, and she did not dream.
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