Summary: Kagome moved from Japan to America when she was in seventh grade. She stopped talking in eighth grade, and no one knows why. Now, in eleventh grade, Kagome will undergo a series of events that will dramatically change her...Kagome's POV.

Rated M. Why? Because my mind has many bad things in it and I don't know what I might use...

Dates Written:
May 31st, 2006
June 1st, 2006

Before I forget! Thanks everyone for your reviews. I was able to get some great ideas from them. :insert evil laughter here: Well, this sadistic bitch has a lot of work to do.

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The Games We Play
Entry Twenty-One: The Last Day of My Life

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Day Twenty-One: Saturday

Today has gone so surprisingly good. I don't think I've ever had such a wonderful day. If I didn't know better, I would guess that it was my birthday today. Maybe not exactly my birthday, but some other holiday where everyone is so surprisingly nice to me.

I woke up this morning in one of the best moods ever. You know what's better than that, though? The cynic in my brain was still out of it. In fact, all day, the cynic in my brain has just about been gone.

It makes me wonder what's going on. It's almost like something horrible is going to happen today and the cynic part of me has packed up and left. Oh, but that's a silly thought. What could possibly happen to me now?

I met up with Inuyasha already. I spoke to him. He seemed surprised that I would see him, least of all speak to him. Then he flattened his ears and said he was sory for what he had been doing recently. I smiled and hugged him. While we hugged, I murmured for his ears only that I didn't hold it against him.

I told Inuyasha that, even though he had done that to me, I wouldn't keep it against him. He got mad at me and did some pretty stupid things. I got mad at him and started telling my diary that I hated him with a passion. His hate is also much more evident, since his demon half will take over in a pissed-off situation like that.

Inuyasha asked what had gotten me to start talking again. I told him that he had to promise to be nice or else I wouldn't tell him. He promised, and I gradually let him know that Sesshoumaru had willed me into talking once again. He looked at his brother then back at me. I'm guessing it hurt him somewhat to know that his brother had helped me. Even if he didn't want to help me, I know that there isa bitter rivalry between them. It'll only hurt him more to know that there's one more thing his brother was able to do that he couldn't.

Inuyasha asked if that was what I had mentioned wanting to tell him earlier. I told him that it was, and that I was going to see Sango, then Miroku in that order. He nodded his head and said that he hoped I would be safe. I saw a flicker of some unknown emotion pass through his eyes. I can't even begin to describe it. I can only see the picture of it in my mind.

He wanted to know what caused me to be silent in the first place. I bit my lip and said I would tell him later. There were other things that I had to do. I wanted to see Sango, since she had to leave somewhere soon. I walked out the door and waved goodbye to Inuyasha. He waved back and I saw another look in his eyes. Only, this one I could define much better.

Pity. Regret. Anger.

That's an awfully odd combination to have in someone's eyes, don't you think? I can't help but wonder what was crossing his mind as he watched me leave...

We then went to Sango's house. Sesshoumaru drove, saying that he didn't trust my driving. I pretended to be insulted and told him that I'm perfectly capable of driving. There has only been once car accident that I've been in, and I wasn't driving at the time.

He raised an eyebrow and gave me that... that look. It's the look that makes you suddenly want to admit to everything bad you've done. It's... It's hard to explain, just like the look he had in his eyes earlier. Just, keep in mind that these two looks are completely different. There's nothing the same about them.

As we were driving to Sango's house, Sesshoumaru asked me how I felt. I gave him a strange look and shrugged.

"I've felt better, but I'm fine. Nothing is wrong with me." I told him. We turned around a corner and I heard him mumble something in demon. It was too quiet for me to tell what it was.

"Not that way. I mean, do you have feelings of anxiety or anything?" He asked me. I looked at him and sighed. Of course, demons might as well be mind readers with how well they can interpret things off of smell.

Something inside of me said that he wasn't sniffing it out, though.

"A little bit. I don't know why. It's not like Sango and Miroku are going to hate me for being able to speak again." I said carelessly. Really, why was I feeling so nervous? What was going on in my head (or wherever)? In fact, as I type this, I'm still feeling nervous.

I looked at the demon sitting next to me and gave him a good look-over. There's more to Sesshoumaru than people think. If you look really hard, there is emotion in his eyes. It's pretty hard to see, sure. But, if you really wanted to know what he was thinking, you would just have to look at him with patience.

He was worried. I don't know why, but he was worried.

Of course, my miko powers might be helping me out in figuring this one out. Or, he might be so worried that he's letting his mask down (that almost doesn't sound possible...). But, how I'm able to tell doesn't matter. What does matter is the demon I have started caring for has something troubling him.

As I look at him now, I can still see the worry there. I can't remember ever seeing him so troubled over something.

Back to my story. He took me to Sango's house. He came in with me and everything. I knocked on Sango's door and I heard an agitated 'who is it' from the other side. I bit my lip and grinned.

"It's Kagome! Who did you think it was!" I asked. I heard the moving around on the other side stop, then the door swung open and nearly hit me. I didn't think it was the kind of door to swing out rather than in. I jumped back and looked at my friend. She looked totally stunned. Then she looked at Sesshoumaru (who was next to me) and she laughed.

"Oh, Sesshoumaru! That was great! I thought that the voice might really belong to Kagome! I didn't know you wanted to be a ventriloquist! That girl voice, oh, it was just so... Girly!" She laughed. I looked at Sesshoumaru, and he seemed mildly amused. I guess anything would be more entertaining if someone expected you to be the person behind it.

I stepped forward and placed my hand on Sango's shoulder. I told her that it really was me. It took a few moments for her to get it, because she was pretty set on the idea that Sesshoumaru was playing out my voice. Then, when she finally did get it, she hugged me tightly.

"Oh my gosh, Kagome! What happened to you that made you talk? I'm so happy you can speak, Kagome." She hugged me and then began to act like a typical girl; she screamed for joy. If my ears hurt, I hate to think of how Sesshoumaru's demon ears felt.

So, I spoke to her for a while then I told her that I was going to see Miroku. She said that it was fine with her, and that she couldn't wait to see me at school when I started speaking. I said that it would be cool and I wanted to get back at all the kids who had picked on me for being mute.

Andrew was one of them.

So, we just leftSango's house, and we're going to Miroku's next. I asked Sesshoumaru if I could put things in my diary (then I had to explain that to him) while we drove. Miroku lives on the outskirts, so it'll be a while before we get to his house. Sesshoumaru looked at me and said he didn't see a problem with it. Just as long as I didn't try to hit him with it or something strange like that.

I laughed and started typing. And, well, here I am now.

Hang on, Mr. Diary. I can hear tires screeching and I want to see what's going on. I can't tell what Sesshoumaru's trying to say, but I'll ask him in a moment.

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Where am I? Who are all these people? Why do they keep saying my name? Is this even my name? Who is this woman? Is she really my mother, like she claims? And this deep-voiced man, is he really my brother? How come I don't know anything. What happened? And... Who is the silver-haired emotionless man?

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Now, before I posted this chapter, I made sure that I had the next one ready to be put up. This means that if you review fast, I will actually be able to update pretty damn fast...

This is THE LAST chapter written in Kagome's diary. And, you know what's the best part about this chapter? At the end, when I give you a nice, agonizing cliff-hanger... Well, I shouldn't say it, or else none of you will want to review. Heh. Well, have fun reading this. I can only imagine the kind of agony that you'll be in by the end...

Yeah, who here started panicking when they saw the name of this chapter? Well, due to what happens in the chapter, it will be shorter than a chapter normally is. That only adds to the panic it creates!

Yes, I know. I'm a satistic bitch, huh?

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