Chapter 5: No Way Out
Kagome ran to the door and opened it. Nothing happened. Then, she put her foot out the threshold and stepped out of the house. That was simple enough. But that was where it got weird.
Just as she let out a breath that she didn't even know that she was holding, the same invisible force shoved her back inside, none to gently. As Kagome rubbed her offended behind, she began to feel it. That feeling at the bottom of your stomach that eats away at the emptiness inside. It was then that she felt the fear, the fear of knowing that she was trapped.
When she ran to the door the final time, Kagome did not even open it. She pounded her fists on the door, over and over. She cried in desperation, "Let me out! Why can't I leave? Let me out!" she repeated her screams, and her tears finally broke the surface of the lids, streaming down, endlessly.
It was then that she felt someone's arms fold around her, and she turned to face the one that they belonged to, and focused her frustration on him. "It's your fault," she whispered, "You're doing this, why won't you let me leave?" Her tears now dropped down upon his chest, and soaking the soft material there.
But he just let her blame him. He held her and let her cry and pound on his chest, not denying anything she blamed him for. And all the while he just held her tight, until she had quelled her frustration, and then all he muttered was, "It has you now,"
She looked into his eyes and saw a genuine sympathy in them. She gave him a small, weak, understanding smile. She had just realized that he had been through the exact same emotional trauma as she was going through, only Inuyasha had been so utterly and completely alone. With no comfort to speak of. But Kagome had some one, she had Inuyasha.
Or did she?
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One house down from Kagome's home, was a family of four, moving into the once empty lot. The mother, with raven black locks that traveled down past her waistline that blew softly in the wind and framed her smooth features and stormy-gray eyes. In her small but strong arms she carried an overused, beat-up, old cardboard box into the house, smiling as she did so. In her mind, this neighborhood was her idea of the perfect house with a white picket fence, away from most of the busy city life and bustle that seemed never to give her a moment of piece.
But her children had a different out take on their new home.
"We left the city for…the little house on the prairie?" the daughter named Celine graciously commented. She had black hair like her mother, only, it was shoulder length, though you wouldn't be able to tell by the way it was tied into a pony tail. Her eyes were a surprising color though, a shinning and brilliant green. She wore a long sleeved brown shirt that tied around her chest, and a dark blue jean skirt with some small black strap sandals.
"No, I think that that house was closer to civilization." Replied the girl's brother, who was just as peeved about moving to the middle of nowhere as Celine. He wore a red shirt that read "Too hot for you to Handle" surrounded in flames, with baggy black pants and black skater shoes. Both him and his father shared the same hair and eyes. The same molten gold and moonlit silver.
"Oh, both of you, quit your complaining. It will be better here, you'll see." Said their mother. "Celine, finish bringing your boxes to your new room. Inuyasha, you help me with the kitchen boxes."
"Yes, mother," the annoyed boy said, with a little more than a hint of sarcasm.
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You weren't expecting that now where you? Ad I know that all my faithful reviewers will forgive me for taking soooo long, right?
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