I suppose I should warn you all before I start. I like tradgedy and drama, and it is likely this will have strong tradgedy and drama content. Death and despair is in almost all of my stories. Sorry.
She tried to forget, fall into the bliss of the naiive. She wanted to forget the terror she felt when she first saw him, and the terror that came after that. She never wanted to feel something like that again. It shook her to the bone, haunting her thoughts. She was a prisoner in her own home. Scared to leave, waiting anxiously for Inuyasha to save her from this nightmare. She heard a knocking at her window, and almost fainted with relief. Her red cloaked friend had saved her from her own fear.
She was too scared to tell Inuyasha. She was too scared to even think about it, hoping and praying it was just some twisted dream. She acted, like always. A false facade, a false sense of security. She had perfected the lies she showed on her face. The lies that spilled from her lips. She lied about fear. Lied about sadness and depression. And everyone believed it. Perhaps they only chose to believe, saw through her lies, were to nervous to mention it. Because they thought that the facade would fall. She would crumble. In a sense, they were right. It would shatter something. Her lies. Her smile.
So she smiled and laughed with them, cried and screamed with them, feared and lived with them. Kagome kept it all up, because she loved them. More than she loved her self. She betrayed her heart, allowed it to break and shatter, to be stomped on and beaten, torn to pieces. And she knew they loved her back, as much as they could. Tried to understand her. And to them, they did understand. As much as she understood them. Slim to none.
She couldn't tear her thoughts away from the mercenary, but the fear had been replaced by wonder. She wondered of the secrets he knew, the secrets he could tell her. She wondered of how he had lived so long. She had lost the fear, as she struggled to forget it. She knew she shouldn't forget. She knew it had happened, she knew to embrace it and learn from it. But she didn't embrace it, and she refused to learn from it. What to learn?
The journey was easy, yet forever they remained alert. The threat of Naraku had increased. Wherever they where, the scent of miasma was thick on the air. No escape.
"Kagome?" Sango's voice broke Kagome's train of thought, and the smile, so fake, so perfect, was back in place. "Yes Sango?" Kagome asked. Sango smiled gently. "We were wondering if you were ok?" she asked and Kagome nodded happily. "I'm fine, thanks for worrying." she said cheerfully, and they never saw the lies.
They were constantly overwheled with the world. It seemed as though Naraku was everywhere. Constantly falling victim to attacks by rampant demons, they had grown weary and angered. Snapping constantly at eachother, the lack of sleep showing bags underneath their eyes. Kagome had grown depressed in her tired state, constantly seperate from the group as they fought bitterly. She wanted to go home. She had already forgot the threat that trapped her there, for her sleep had began to cause hallucantions and dellirium. So, as everyone slept peacefully, she slipped out into the dakr night, heading toward salvation. Heading toward home. Heading toward him and the danger he presented.
Heading into a nightmare.