Kiwi: Hello! I feel kind of bad. I know I said I wouldn't…but I think I might drop Kagome's Story. And if I don't, I'm going to want to re-do it almost completely. Ugh. But not this story, no! Never! I really do love the idea of this story line. Yeah, sorry if this chapter is weird, I just got back from a huge Pueblo meet, I'm chlorinated and groggy, so forgive any…strangeness.
Disclaimer: last time, it's in the first chapter.
Chapter 3
"So, do you guys have any idea what happened to her? Why she's alone?" Inuyasha asked. Sango shook her head.
"I told her she could talk to me if she wanted, but she never has. It must be one of those skeletons in her closet that she doesn't want to let out," Miroku had a sly smile on his face. Inuyasha gave him an annoyed look.
"What are you thinking about you pervert?"
"Oh, just wondering why you're so interested in Miss Kagome…"
"Don't even finish that sentence." Inuyasha debated telling them how he had met Kagome, practically lived with her as a kid, but didn't know how that would turn. So, he just stood up and began walking away.
"Told you so," Miroku whispered to Sango before a flying projectile that looked like a warhead launched by an attack squadron of the Pervert Prevention Ops. hit him square in the head. Of course, it could have just as easily been an empty bottle thrown by a severely irritated half demon. Hard to tell.
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Kagome blared her music loudly as she wandered home. She was walking instead of taking the bus. She had expended a great deal of effort avoiding people or otherwise looking pissed and was not about to blow it now. She had tried very hard not to sob that entire day. Tears were a symbol of weakness, something she would never show anyone. Of course, no one was near her now, so she let a few escape, just a few. It hurt. It was hard enough never being understood by anyone, not even Sango and Miroku. Which led to the next stabbing pain in her heart. To know your past was to know yourself. She didn't know who she was. How could anyone understand her if she didn't even know for sure what her last name was? I'm pathetic. I feel like something important is missing, more than just my memory. It was possible, after all. What if she had forgotten something important? Or someone? These thoughts and her tears clouded her vision as she walked closer to the shrine. It was her only home. At least I have one. I shouldn't be feeling this way, I should be positive! No more tears! She scrubbed her cheeks roughly and put on a brave face. Those feelings never helped anyone, so she would just forget about them too.
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Kagome stepped into her home and headed straight for her notebook. She had something to write about, it wasn't every day that you got to scream and yell at people. She didn't hate them, just their ignorance. When she was yelling like that, saying what she wanted and how she felt, it was those moments she felt most like herself. Huh. When I was defending Inuyasha… she realized, I felt most like myself, like nothing was missing anymore. It felt…good. The thought actually made her blush. Inuyasha…was a jerk. He was rude and seemed to like being alone. Still… I can't shake the feeling that there's something special about him.
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Inuyasha had been following Kagome at a distance for some time now. Damn wench! Why couldn't she ride the damn bus like a normal person! He knew this was likely to happen, she wouldn't want to be around people being so upset. That made his heart sink, just a little. All the same, he was still following her. He had to know if she could possibly remember him. If she didn't.. well, that thought made his heart sink further. I hadn't talked to her in so long, so much time I was stuck isolated from a world that hates my guts anyway. But I get the feeling she has been through some serious stuff too…
Inuyasha was not pleased to see Kagome climbing stairs, the abdominal staircase of doom. That's fucking huge! How the hell can she do this everyday! This brought a memory of his Kagome, his childhood friend. She had been able to keep up with him even if she was only human. Not one to stay down at all. But he always thought he would be in the lead. That was until she left him first.
The stairs had been easy enough to jump, no way was he going to actually walk up all of those. He stared at the door for a while, debating. He could just turn around and pretend that he was never here. He would never know if she remembered him, but he wouldn't know if she forgot either. But, this was his friend. His best friend who had really cared about him, who was in pain. No matter how it hurt her, she had always been there for him. To know or not, what would be more painful? He took in a breath, then knocked.
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"Kagome, open the door! I know you're home!" Kagome could hear the voice on the other side of the door, and Inuyasha was getting frustrated. Kagome didn't know if she would be able to hold in her emotions after they had been tipped off her axis, and she did not want Inuyasha to see them. So why was she opening the door?
"Come in. Though it really doesn't make sense that you are at my doorstep. What are you, a stalker?"
"Don't flatter yourself," he growled in part embarrassment as he stepped into the shrine turned house.
"Then tell me, why are you here? Did you follow me?" Inuyasha looked at Kagome, he could see the remains of tears in her eyes. He also was one who'd rather get this all over with.
"Kagome, you tell me something. Do you remember?" Kagome was stunned. She shouldn't have been, it was just a stupid, nonsensical statement. Or at least it should have been.
"What do you mean?" she asked quietly, testing the words carefully. Inuyasha could see confusion, meaning that the answer was most likely no. But there was something else in there too, and it gave him just a little hope.
"Kagome, where did you grow up? Where is your family?" Kagome stared at him in horror.
"You don't need to know that-"
"Yes I do. Why did you mover here? Why, Kagome?" Inuyasha was staring at her, she was drowning in amber. How is he asking questions that I can't answer? But, wait. There is something there… in his eyes. What- Tears flooded down Kagome's face. She lifted a hand to her cheek as if she wondered what they were. She slowly sank to the floor, resting at her knees in the door way, sobbing her heart out.
"Stop it, just stop it! Tell me why I've never met you, or have no idea who you are, and why you don't fit in with my life but I feel you should! Tell me why you are making me feel like this! Tell me how you seem to know more about me than I do! Why!" Inuyasha wrapped his arms around the hysterical girl like he had when he was younger and she was sad.
"You.. don't remember me, or anything do you?" Inuyasha felt his heart breaking, he really was alone.
"I can't remember anything. And whenever I try, you get in there. Why do I feel so sad?" She looked up at him. "What do you know? You know something about me, please tell me." Inuyasha shook his head. "Why?" There was a long pause before Inuyasha could reply.
"It- It hurts," he whispered softly. Realization dawned on her.
"I knew you didn't I? That's why you're in my memories, my dreams. That's why I feel…"
"Feel what?"
"Every time I think I am starting to remember something, every time I start to feel a little less lost, you… you come to mind… and it hurts…" He couldn't explain why he felt his heart lurch so bad at the thought of him hurting her. "But, somehow," she continued, "I don't mind. I don't know why, but I… I want to know about you, and why I can't remember you. For some reason, I don't care about the pain," she smiled as a few tears escaped. She looked down. "I'm sorry," tears welled up again. "There is so much I can't remember, but I want to so bad. And if you're a part of it, I want to know you too."
Kiwi: Well, how was that? I've been feeling kinda rusty, and my hand is all effed up, so it hurts to type, but yeah. Some may notice that there are parts that I re-used from other chapters. Hope I can update soon. Here's a hint: the theme for this story is in there somewhere.