Kagome laid curled under the comforter. She had been ill that entire previous night and now she just felt drained. Her stomach had been creating many unusual sounds, as if it decided to tell her how unhappy it was. Kagome moved her face towards the window. She knew the glass panel was there, but the milky film over her eyes forbid her to see. Blinking, Kagome's face remained unchanged. Staring into the darkness she was cursed with. With another gurgling of her stomach, Kagome winced, her body had really disliked the oppressive aura from the previous night.
The more she thought about it the more she wanted to crawl in a deep hole. One that was the farthest of reaches, cool and dark. Her body temperature had risen through the night, causing her to worry. She had never reacted this way from a dark aura, it had worried Miroku as well. He had slept on the couch, she could hear him on the phone, his voice muffled by the distance. He had stayed home from work to watch over her.
Kagome yawned, trying to force the nauseous feeling down. Shutting her eyes she pulled from the few memories she had of her eyesight, one of snow. She could remember smelling her father as he picked her up and carried her to the window. He always smelled of sage and sandalwood. Probably the reason she always bought sage and sandalwood air fresheners.
He was always warm, he had enveloped her into a bear hug. His large finger pointing out the window. The soft white whispers fell from the sky. Kagome smiles as she remembered being shocked. Her hand had pressed against the glass, it biting with the cold air.
"Wow!" She has exclaimed, her face just inches away from the window. A soft knock slipped her back to the present. The sage and sandalwood smell fading from her nose.
"Hey you," Miroku said as he entered the room. Kagome groaned as she felt the bed dip.
"You're gonna make me vomit," she whined softly, the new movement not agreeing with her.
"It's snowing," Miroku said as he laid across the end of the bed.
" I bet it's beautiful," Kagome replied, nostalgia dripping from the words. Miroku studied her face, her eyes staring straight forward, blinking normally. In that moment he was angry. The hot hatred of the Kamis burned his insides. Kagome had never deserved the hand she had been dealt. He kept staring, willing the milky film to lift from her vision.
" No matter how hard you stare, I can't see. I already tried that today," Kagome said with a giggle. It had broken the tense air that had been pressing into the room.
" I wonder if I could create a set or eyes mechanically. Like in the Terminator," said Miroku rapping his chin in thought.
"I am not the babysitter," Kagome snorted. Running 80s and 90s movie lines had been a long standing tradition between the pair.
"I got some good news, if you're interested."
"Oh?" She asked, her eyes never moving from the window. Miroku explained that Kagura wanted to set up a face to face interview tomorrow at 8am.
"Hmm." Kagome said staring out the window.
"I thought you would be excited. " he said as he laid his head on his arms.
"Oh I am, just I had a strange thought. That aura from last night, I've felt it before. I just cannot place where exactly." Kagome mused, her nose scrunched up in annoyance.
"I never felt something that... evil." Miroku stated, his eyes now watching her face.
"No... maybe you wouldn't have. It was before I met you. A long time ago." She said, suddenly her voice trailing off. A memory bubbled in the back of her brain. A horrible memory of screams and sudden silence.
"Momma." She said popping up off the bed.
"Huh?" Miroku said confused and startled by her sudden movements.
"My Momma, she screamed in the car. But nothing was there. I remember feeling like I was going to throw up. I looked back at Momma and Souta, she was screaming in shock. Then I remember pressure pushing against me and then silence. When I turned back around to face the front, it was as if everything was in slow motion. A burst of pale pink light. The Great One was standing in the road. She was crying. Then that aura, it pushed against me, making me sick. After... someone protected me from the feeling of it. I could see red like blood." Kagome said, her eyebrows knitted. There was something else.
Another piece not fitting into place, as if she was missing something. She had replayed the crash over and over in dreams. She could remember the smell of burning plastic from the car. The feeling of the road under her hands as she crawled out from the wreckage. Missing.
"I can't remember. I don't remember something." Kagome said finally giving into her frustration.
"Maybe you saw the person who hit the car?" Miroku suggested, now sitting up himself.
"The police said that no one else saw someone hit us. It also said that I had been thrown from the car, but I remember crawling out. I had to fight the seatbelt, it was so tight. And I remember seeing as I crawled, I couldn't have been able to do that blind, could I have?" She asked, her finger tapping her chin.
" I'm not sure. But I have seen video online of Mother's with super strength lift car to save their child." He said shrugging.
" Maybe, now what for dinner?" She asked, moving the conversation away from the crash.
" There is a new place that opened up, called Yōkai. Kagura went last month when it opened, she said it was good." Miroku said getting off of the bed.
" Okay, could you pass me those jeans?" Kagome asked.