A child Called It Chapter 2: Breath no more, an inuyasha fanfic

A Child called "It"

Disclaimer: I don't own so you don't sue k? I don't own David Pelzer's idea or InuYasha, except for a Sesshoumaru plushie I bought on Ebay. I sleep with him every night…Oh my God…I just realized that I slept with Sesshoumaru! (Bad Lyoko. Bad!) I also don't own Shizuko's daughter, by Kyoko Mori, or any of the songs I use in the story for that matter. Thanks to all of you out there that reviewed I think there was only 3-4 people. Oh well Enjoy.

Summery: She felt that she was unworthy of being loved; she was forced to suffer shame. Tears of laughter, devastation, and hope: all create the journey of this girl dubbed "It" and her unforgettable search for love.

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Chapter 2: Breathe no more.

I've been looking in the mirror for so long.

That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side.

All the little pieces falling shatter.

Shards of me, to sharp to put back together.

To small to matter, but big enough to cut me into so many little pieces.

If I try to touch her,

And I bleed,

I bleed,

And I breathe,

I breathe no more.

Kagome walked down the stairs quietly. She paused at the foot of the steps waiting in the shadows for her Mother to acknowledge her. Her silent plea was answered as her mother turned and nodded, going back to talking to the person on the other end of the phone, signing the coast was clear.

" Why yes Mr. Yashimoto he just left." Her mother spoke calmly. You could hear the crack in her voice when she spoke of Naraku. Her voice was aging with her body. No longer was she the beauty that Naraku had once deceitfully married. She was still very beautiful but old age was taking its toll. Lines were appearing below her eyes. Wrinkles were starting to appear on her forehead. And you could make out the grey streaks in her midnight black hair. Yes, her mother was slowly dyeing. As all mortals should.

" Yes I'm sorry for your inconvenience I will inform Naraku as soon as he returns…No I'm afraid not for a while. At least a week." Silence loomed as her mother listened to the voice belonging to this Mr. Yashimoto. " Yes a business trip to Hiroshima. Thank you for calling. Sayonara." Her mother timidly bid farewell and put the phone back down on the receiver. She stood with her hand on the phone for a moment staring at the space in front of her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned to her only Daughter. Kagome stood silently. Finally her mothers arm lifted up and a small smile spread across her face. She beckoned Kagome into a hug.

Burying her head into her innocent daughters crown she whispered. " I missed you honey." Kagome's grip tightened around her mother as she heard this. " Okaa-san why are you crying?" She breathed. Taking in a deep breath of her mother's old perfume. It smelled like that of an old house made of redwood aged over the ages with a hint of honey suckle.

" It's nothing you should worry yourself with Kagome. Nothing." She repeated pulling away to smile at her daughter. " Now we're gonna forget all the bad things that have happened in the past and have a normal week. Hai?" Her mom asked. Kagome loved when she could walk around the house not being in fear of her life. When Naraku left on business trips she felt free. " Sore de Kamaimasen." She answered.

" Nee-san?" Came a voice from the doorway. It was her brother Souta. He was a good kid. He sometimes snuck food to Kagome when Naraku was passed out, he was quite aware of the dangers that came with the good deed. Even so he helped whenever he could. He was 12 years old and hardly mature enough to be called a teenager. He was rather short taking after his real dad. His hair was black, cut just above his ears. He was wise beyond his years. Some blamed his grandfather who had only passed away a few years before. His grandfather was the one who taught him how to read and write even at the young age of 4. Souta always held a smile no matter what the circumstances. Today he wore a green and white striped shirt with the "Yutaka ni Suru" school logo with brown khaki pants. It was his uniform for school.

Kagome smiled and said, " How are you squirt?" She was immediately rewarded with a huge grin as her brother ran over to take part in their embrace. Kagome smiled these were the times that gave her strength through all the pain. Her family was her biggest weakness but her biggest fear. Her family gave her hope, but also placed fear in her heart when she heard Naraku in a drunken rage. She feared because she knew what he could do to them. He could kill them. He was crazy enough to do it.

" Okaa-san…Could Kagome and I play at the arcade for a while?" He asked looking up at his mother " Hayaku." She firmly said. " We're gonna go out to eat tonight so start getting ready around 7. Don't bother asking because I won't tell you where we're going. Nothing fancy just freshen up"

Souta bounded out into the street followed by Kagome as they hauled but to the arcade.

" Nee-san what do you wanna play?" He asked pulling out some yen and placing it in the machine to get tokens.

" Hmm how about a fighting game…you pick." She added. Souta smiled going back to the game section pulling out 4 tokens he placed it in Dead or Alive 3. Kagome loved that game and finally said, " Well hurry up pick a character, we don't have all day." Motioning to the clock, which read noon. Soon the siblings where hammering away at the controllers trying to dodge each others attacks while still trying to attack. Kagome picked her favorite character, Ayane. Souta picked Hyabusa. (ANSp?)

Kagome's mom (yuki) POV

The village carpenter was standing on the bare rafters and throwing pink and white rice cakes to the crowd below.

Yuki lay on the couch in her living room and dreamed that she was among the village children in red and blue kimonos chasing the hard, fry rice cakes that came down, like colored pebbles, from the sky. In the village where she was born, that was how people had celebrated the building of a new house. It was difficult to catch the cakes in mid air. Yuki stopped. She picked the cakes off the ground before the others trampled on them and wrapped them in her white handkerchief to take them home for her mother to wash and toast over the fire. The other children were still running around. Yuki noticed that they were not the children she had played with before the war, but her daughters school friends. But where is Kagome? Yuki wondered. She is not here because I am. She can't come until I am gone. The next moment, the house and the children had vanished. Yuki was in a park. She was watching Kagome and Souta chasing the white cherry blossom petals that were blowing in the wind. They were coming down like confetti. Kagome ran around and around the tree in her spring dress and caught the petals in midair. If she isn't careful, Yuki thought, she will fall. Yuki tried to call her, but her voice would not come. Kagome continued to run with Souta in circles around the cherry tree.

The telephone was ringing in the hallway. Yuki got up and pushed aside her blanket. As she got up from her spot on the couch and walked slowly towards the noise, she thought: 'In a month, the cherry trees will be in blossom.' It was strange to think that. Spring was late this year; the first week of March had been gray and damp. 'I won't be here to see,' she thought. I wonder if the dead can see or smell the flowers. She thought of how her mother put fresh flowers on the Buddhist altar every week in memory of her son who had been killed in the war.

" Mama, can you hear me?" Kagome's voice anxious on the other end as Yuki picked up the receiver. In the background, you could hear the sound of bells going off and crazy kids playing games. "I'm calling from the arcade."

" Is everything alright?" Yuki blinked and tried to clear her head. She was still thinking of Souta and Kagome running around the Cherry tree in her dream.

" That's what I was calling about," Kagome said. " I just wanted to let you know that we made it to the arcade alright?"

" That's fine." Yuki said.

" We won't be home until five or five thirty, just in time to get ready. Are you sure it's all right?"

" Of coarse," Yuki said. "How was the trip over?" She knew she was stalling. 'Let me hear her voice just a while longer,' she thought. I can't let her go. Not yet.

" So-so," Kagome said. " Souta and I were racing and I scrapped my knee a little when I fell down. I won though. You're not worried are you? I'm not hurt, really."

" You should be more careful, Kagome." She said remembering her dream. "You may get hurt someday."

" I don't think so."

" Be careful all the same."

" Sure," Kagome said. "What are you going to do this afternoon? You sound kind of tired. Are you alright?"

" Hai, I just woke up from a nap."

" I didn't mean to wake you up. Do you want to go back to sleep now?"

" No," Yuki answered. "I'm awake now."

Kagome seemed to hesitate. "Your sure you don't want us to come right away? I can help out around the house?"

" No," Yuki said. "You've been kept up in this house way to long, live a little."

" I can always comeback some other time. I'll just tell Souta it's time to go."

" Don't do that. I'm only tired. You'd better go now."

"All right. I'll come home as soon as I'm done."

" Ok," Yuki said. Her own voice sounded strange. She wondered if Kagome could hear it. "Kagome, Be good. You know I love you."

" I love you to mama. I'll see you later."

Yuki held the receiver for a moment and waited for Kagome to hang up. When the click did not come, she hesitated for another moment and then put down the receiver. She pictured Kagome waiting on the other end for her to hang up first, her face puzzled and uncertain. Yuki went to the den, where she kept her small desk for writing letters and taking care of the bills. 'Perhaps I haven't done so badly,' she told herself as she remembered her 15 years of marriage. It was nearly three now; there was just enough time to write three letters – one for Naraku, one for Souta, and one for Kagome.

She sat down at the desk and picked up her pen. She looked at the pad of blank paper and tried to concentrate. There was so much she had planned to do-she had even meant to clean out her closet and drawers, throw away some things and pack the rest to be saved for Kagome or given away to relatives. She had wanted to spare the others the trouble, the unpleasantness. She remembered the rainy morning after her first husband died. He had left her with a 4-year-old Kagome, and a not yet born Souta. She thought of all this as she sat at the desk with a sheet of blank paper, to deal with the consequences of other people's deaths, their mistakes, their broken promises.

She did not know how to begin the note for Naraku. She thought of how she had wasted the day trying to put her things in order. In the end, she had given up. Unable to continue with her packing, she had moved about the house, straightening the pictures and vases in the living room, cleaning the windows in the kitchen, polishing the mirror in her bathroom-all aimless tasks now-until she had lain down on the couch under the blanket and fallen asleep. Even that had seemed aimless, her need for temporary rest, when rest was all that was before her now. And now, it was past three and she barely had enough time to write the three notes.

Please forgive me, she started to write in large, bold letters, for my weakness, for the trouble I have caused you. 'As I have forgiven your coldness and hate,' she thought, 'all the hours and says you were too busy to care about Kagome. Even the nights you have spent with another woman.' I do not do this rashly, she continued, but after much consideration. This is best for all of us. Please do not feel guilty in any way. What has happened is entirely my responsibility. This is the best for myself as well as for you. I am almost happy at this last hour and wish you to be.

She signed the note and took out another sheet of paper. She knew what she wanted to tell Souta. Finally taking out the last peace she wrote to Kagome. In spite of this, she wrote. Please believe that I love you. People will tell you that I've done this because I did not love you; others will say it's your fault. Don't listen to them. When you grow up to be a strong woman, you will know that this was for the best. I'm sorry that I could not help you before when Naraku hurt you. My only concern now is that you will be the first one to find me. I'm sorry. Even though you might not want to, you should call Naraku. Let him take care of it. I love you, be strong. Yuki stopped to read over what she had written. 'This is the best I can do for her,' She thought, 'to leave her and save her from my unhappiness, from growing up to be like me.' Kagome had so much to look forward to. At twelve, she 'had' been the smartest girl in her class; all her teachers had said so. But that was before Naraku pulled her out of school claiming that he 'home schooled' her. You are a strong person, Yuki continued. You will no doubt get over this and be a brilliant woman. Naraku cannot break you. I know you are stronger than me. Don't let me stop or delay you. I love you. As she signed the note, Yuki pictured Kagome running to her in a new kimono, white silk and maroon trimmings fluttering in the spring breeze like the sail of a new ship. 'Only, I won't be there to catch you.' She thought. 'But you will do fine by yourself. You will be alright.'

It was nearly four o' clock. She walked into the kitchen, closed the door behind her, and laid the three notes on the table. Through the clear windows above the sink, she could see the fir trees in the backyard. Their dark foliage loomed against the damp gray sky.

She hesitated a second before she turned on the gas. No, her body screamed as she turned it on. 'There's nothing I've left undone that can be done now, there is nothing now, and I must sit down.' She sat on the floor, with the table and chair legs rising above her head, and thought, ' This must be how the world looks to children, huge shapes, and lines going no where. The gas smelled almost sweet, but it was a foul sort of sweetness. The smell reminded Yuki of the tiny yellow flowering weeds that had grown near her parents' house, on her way to school. The flowers, shaped like little stars, had smelled foul and sweet. She could not remember what they where called. In the fall, they would turn into white fuzz that flew about and got caught in her hair.

" I am almost happy at this hour," she repeated the last words of her note to Naraku, "and I wish you to be." No, she thought, suddenly springing up to her feet. 'That is a lie! I cannot, must not, tell a lie now.' She was dizzy. She groped for the notes on the table-it was hard to tell which was which now-found the right one, and sat back down on the floor with it in her hand.

She could scarcely breath. 'I can't light a match now, it will burn the house down.' She thought. Yuki held the note near her face for another moment, making sure that it was the one she wanted, and then tore it into tiny bit. Sick for breath, she tossed up the bits of paper and watched them come down like confetti, like the white petals of cherry blossoms, an the rice cakes falling from the rafters midway to the sky, before she gave herself to the near-approaching darkness.

"Mom I'm home. Souta should be coming up the steps." She yelled as she opened the door. Kagome headed towards the kitchen seeing as it was the only light on in the house. "Mom are you ok I thought I-" She stopped. Opening the door she dropped her books, turned off the gas. And ran to her mother. There was no pulse and she frantically tried to purify the gasses in her lungs with her Miko powers. All the years of studying how to use her powers didn't help. Her mother still did not move. Thinking of the only thing she could she called her father. He told her not to call an ambulance and create a commotion-he would fetch a doctor himself and come home immediately, seeing as it was only a half hour helicopter ride. Kagome opened all the windows to let out the gas. Then with Souta sat down and touched her mother's forehead. It was surprisingly cool. She was no longer breathing and was covered with the stench of death. Kagome wept until her father slammed the door open.

"Go to your room now! I'll deal with you later!" He spat, slapping her face. She ran upstairs and cried into her pillow.

"YOUR DEAD KAGOME!" Naraku screamed as he stomped through the hall.

"Oh, shit, no pleasant dreams for me tonight." I thought as I pulled my blanket over my head and waited for Naraku to enter the room

It didn't take long for him to barge in my room and yank me out of bed by my hair. He never allowed me to cut it, and this was the reason.

"You stupid little whore, do you honestly think you would have gotten away with it? Because of you she's dead IT'S YOUR FAULT" he yelled as he dragged me across the floor

When I didn't answer he threw me against the wall, hard.

"Of course you wouldn't. Besides I told you never to go down there in the kitchen! What were you doing down there" he screamed again and then kicked me

I curled into myself, only to be pulled away from the wall by my hair again. He pulled me into a sitting position and then backhanded me. I could feel the tears coming, but I held them back for as long as I could, he loved seeing me cry and I hated everything that he loved. He slammed my head into the doorframe causing my head to start bleeding. After a few more kicks to the stomach, he left, but not before he did the one thing that hurt the most.

"You should have never been brought into this world."

Right there, right then, I cried. My stomach was bruised and hurt, as well as my face.

Take a breath and I try to draw from my spirits well.

Yet again you refuse to drink like a stubborn child.

Lie to me,

Convince me that I've been sick forever.

And all of this,

Will make sense when I get better.

But I know the difference,

Between myself and my reflection.

I just can't help but to wonder,

Which of us do you love?

So I bleed,

I bleed, and I breathe,

I breathe no...Bleed,

I bleed, and I breathe,

I breathe, I breathe-

I breathe no more

Hayaku - Be quick

Hiroshima - a city near Koto.

Okaa-san - Sister

Hai - Yes?

Sore de Kamaimasen - Alright

Yutaka ni Suru - enrich

Chapter 3: Nobody's home.

Naraku marries again, this time to Kikyou. Who hates the girl. Kagome lashes out at Naraku with her Miko powers, only to be stopped by Kikyou. Kagome then runs away from home, only to bump into her Night in Shining Armor. Will she live once Naraku gets a hold of her? How much more can Kagome take? Review.

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