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:
June 1st, 2006
You guys want to know why I didn't update right away? Usually reviews all come in at once, then a few come in after the 'big batch' (as I call it). I was waiting for the 'big batch' to slow down and for those few to start tricking in. That's when I know everyone has read the chapter and it's time for another one. That's why it was taking so long. I got over 30 reviews more than I asked for!
I nearly got 50 reviews for that chapter! Wow!
This is the first chapter that I am writing in normal story mode. You guys sure are going to be confused, huh? As I was writing, it felt sooo strange to write like this again. After all, I've been focusing on this story in Kagome's diary's point of view for 21 chapters now...
Every time you see - - - in the center of the page, then it means that I have switched subjects. I will do that a lot in this chapter, just to keep you as confused as all the characters are. Don't worry, you'll get what happened after a while. I'll reveal bits and pieces as you go.
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The Games We Play
Entry Twenty-Two: What?
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It happened fast. Too fast. He had tried his best to keep up, but he couldn't. Even with demon speed and knowledge, he was lost in the shuffle. He had... She had... They...
It was gone. He had hardly even been able to answer the questions accurately. Did he answer them accurately? He couldn't remember half the information now. His name? It was Sesshoumaru, was it not? His age? He wasn't entirely sure, but he did remember being a senior in high school.
It was a rush of adrenaline. That didn't even need to be said. As soon as it happened, he was able to figure out what went on. He understood at the time. But, now... His memory was starting to fail him.
For example; he wasn't even going to guess how long he had been sitting by the street. Traffic had started to resume as normal and less people were staring as time went on. That signified that it had been a few hours. Still, he felt as though the medics and police had just left.
The panicked demon stared down at a lap top. He had gotten it out in time, thankfully. Kagome had been typing up a diary entry in here. He didn't understand why she had a diary in the first place. He wouldn't even attempt to guess why it was on her computer.
Speaking of the machine, it was functioning. He was awfully thankful that it was. Kagome had obviously wrote a lot in it. He saw three weeks worth of entries in the computer. He could only imagine the horror that would be in the last entry. She hadn't even gotten to say what happened.
Hell, he wasn't even able to tell himself what happened.
Calm down, Sesshoumaru urged himself. He hadn't told Kagome this might happen. Why? He wanted her to remain calm. Stress and paranoia and anxiety always increased the pain from something. If you hurt yourself, having your muscles tense would only increase pain.
Calm down! He was getting really tired of the inner panic in his mind. The laptop had low batteries. He groaned and turned it off. He would learn more about the woman's mind later. He had told her he cared for her just two days ago. And... Now it felt as though she had vanished from the face of the Earth.
The scene replayed in his mind like a horror film. Only, you could look away from horror films. You could turn them off, pause them, fast forward them, rewind them... Better yet, you could destroy the version you owned so you would never have to look at it again. But, this wasn't a horror film. This was life.
And life is fixed.
Kagome had seemed so cheerful recently. She had started smiling. She had started talking. She had even admitted to having more interest in him than anyone else. Sesshoumaru had staretd to return those feelings, and he told her.
That couldn't save her. Nothing could.
Sesshoumaru looked up towards the darkening sky and sighed. They had told Miroku why Kagome would never come and tell him her surprise. They had told Sango the news of what happened. They even told Inuyasha. He hadn't really wanted to, but he did it anyways. Kagome seemed pleased with Inuyasha before... He glanced over the wreck behind him. This.
Sesshoumaru took another deep breath and closed the lap top. He would go to Kagome's house, charge it, then go to a few other stops. He gave the wreck one last glance then began walking towards Kagome's home. Her grandfather seemed to be the sole caretaker of the family. Her mother and father were out of the picture. If they had died, he wouldn't know.
She rarely spoke of them.
Hell, she rarely spoke. Until recently.
What if that changed?
Sesshoumaru didn't hold soft spots for humans. He saw the way demons would act around human mates. They put so much care into them. He saw the destruction it brought on their lives when demons easily out-lived the lives of their mates.
Above that, he saw the love women held for earthly objects. Humans were a waste, only because they seemed to think they were better. The only way to make them think otherwise was to kill them. By the time you killed a human, you started wondering why they had begun to live in the first place.
Women were just in love with wordly possessions. Ever since he realized this universal truth, he decided that he would not care for human nor woman.
That was definitely not true now...
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"Miroku!" She thrust herself into Miroku's arms. It didn't matter if he grabbed her. He often understood the times when it was wrong to do such things.
Now was definitely the time, wasn't it?
"I'm so sorry, Sango." Miroku murmured. He wrapped his arms around the woman of his dreams and held her. It felt unreal. He had gotten the news before he had gotten the surprise from Kagome. He could feel tears starting up. Who cared about manliness right now. His best friend had just suffered a horrible fate, and he couldn't help but feel guilty about it.
"I can't believe it, Miroku. She... She might really be gone!" Sango wailed. Miroku stroked her head and leaned against the chair that was provided. He had only been here once before, when his father had suffered from a stroke. That was long ago. This was now.
"I know what you're feeling, Sango..." Miroku said. Sango looked up at him, tears filling her big brown eyes. Her entire face had started to turn red from the drama. She shook her head then fell into Miroku's arms once more.
"What's worse... She was coming to show you, Inuyasha, and I that she was talking again." Sango added. Miroku had stopped stroking Sango's head and his eyes grew. Kagome. All that time she had been in pain. All that time she had seemed to carry a secret storm. And, just as the weather was clearing, she went under.
They could only hope she would be able to come back up.
"My dear Sango, let me take you home. A hospital is no place for a beauty to be crying." Miroku paused and tried to rationalize his thoughts once more. It was no use. Even if he and Kagome were nothing more than friends, he felt absolutely devistated by the event. It felt as though she would be gone forever--
No. He would not allow himself to even think that her death was a possibility.
"They will call us with any improvements on her part. Let us go." Miroku slowly helped Sango up. She was weak, and it was understandable. He was hardly able to stand himself. Slowly and carefully, the couple took their numb bodies out to the bus stop. After what had happened, there was no chance either of them wanted to drive.
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"What happened here?" A man in uniform looked over a mess. He hadn't seen anything like it in his career before. He was rather new to the department.
A golden-eyed demon looked up at him. He instantly recognized him. It was the young Taisho son, Sesshoumaru or Inuyasha. It was beyond him which was which. That wasn't what he was being paid to do, though. He would identify famous faces later.
The demon opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it, then closed it. He looked down and shook his head. The sound of ambulance doors closing caused the demon to jerk his head in the direction. He was out of sorts, that was given. But, why wasn't this demon like the others? Naturally, a demon would have no problems with something like this.
Perhaps all the money had gotten to him?
"Forget that question. I can take a good guess at what happened. What is your name?" He asked. He looked down at the clipboard he was holding and poised his pen in the air. He would have to fill out an accident report whether or not this man wanted to help.
"S..." A long pause. "Sesshoumaru Taisho."
"Well, Sesshoumaru. How old are you?"
"I... I'm a senior. I can't..."
Why did this demon take this so traumatically? Normally, he would have been fine and looking at everyone like they were crazy... Demons were more resistant to these things... Weren't they?
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"I am sorry to be the ones to tell you this... I didn't have your phone number for them to call you, but..." He took a deep breath and looked at the old man sitting before him. He was uneasy around the demon, that was a given. Many people were.
"Kagome has... She's..." His stumbling over his words became evident. The old man suddenly looked over at the mother figure and looked her over.
"I see what you're saying... Thank you for coming. If you need anything of hers, you know, to bring her, then please help yourself." He said. Sesshoumaru stood up, the slightly damaged lap top in his right hand. As he began to walk upstairs, the old man cleared his throat. He looked towards Kagome's grandfather.
"And... If there is anything you can do to save my grand-baby, please do it. You... After her mother became ill, she became the light of the family; even if she couldn't speak." He said. Sesshoumaru nodded then looked to the mother. She seemed to understand the words that had been said.
Sesshoumaru spoke to the mother in demon's tongue. She wouldn't understand, obviously. Even if humans couldn't understand, speaking specific phrases in demon would help heal them.
Unfortunately, there wasn't anything nearly strong enough to heal Kagome in the state she was in now.
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"It's on the news." Miroku pointed out. His heart-broken girlfriend looked up at the TV screen then began to collapse into another fit of tears. It was hard to accept, but now they were just broadcasting it like this?
Even if Sango wouldn't look, he would. Perhaps he could figure out exactly what happened. It wasn't right, the way that it was being portrayed. He was pretty sure that someone had actually set it up. It was a feeling that he had. His other feelings had always turned out to be right, too.
If only he had a feeling that Kagome would live...
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"Sesshoumaru, what's the tire... screeching... about?" Kagome's voice became more distant as she looked out her passenger window to see the commotion. Her hands worked on closing the lap top just as her fate met her.
It was him. It was the person who had done it all. It was...
Before she could even get the courage to think his name, she heard the sound of Sesshoumaru's seatbelt coming undone. She tried to turn and tell him to put it back on, but it was too late. Her lap top slid from her lap and into the floor. As she stared at it, knowing what was happening, her mind froze on one thing.
'Daddy...'
The sound of metal crushing against metal brought her to her senses once again. She cried out for her father, but he was unable to save her. Sesshoumaru thrust himself between Kagome and the airbag. There was a car in front of them, and he had only realized it at the last minute.
For those few split seconds, Sesshoumaru's hearing went out. He couldn't hear a thing. It all sounded muffled, like trying to understand someone when you're underwater. Everything was... silent.
Silence wasn't good.
He could tell Kagome was screaming. She was scared, calling out for her father and begging him to not die. She was holding onto Sesshoumaru in pure terror as the carto her right pushed them into the car in front of them.
That car was driving head-on into them. It happened so fast...
At the second impact, Sesshoumaru was pushed away. Kagome knew that he was only trying to protect her. She knew that, without his demon body protecting her... She would... She would...
She would turn out just as her father.
The dashboard ripped open easily. The piece of plastic concealing the airbag went strait at her waist, pinning her to the seat. A gear that was the reason the airbag didn't come out flew at her neck, hitting the side of it.
Then everything went black.
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Sesshoumaru plugged the lap top into the charger and looked around Kagome's room. There was nothing that captured his eye... Then he looked at her bed. There was the stuffed animal Rin had given Kagome. The stuffed animal that Rin said would help Kagome get better.
Sesshoumaru shook his head. He was a demon, he would not cry. He would not give into feelings over a human woman. There was no way that he would give in.
As he looked around her room, he paid little attention to the glowing light coming from under her pillow.
And he left. He would bring the small pile of fluff to Kagome as soon as they would allow visitors to come in. That was, of course, if she survived... If Kagome didn't survive?
Well, it would serve him right, wouldn't it? Sesshoumaru knwe that he had been a heartless asshole to many people. He didn't want to see himself ruined like he had witnessed so many other demons go down.
Then he met Kagome and things had changed. He had learned things from her without even wanting to. In less than three weeks, she had grabbed his attention and shown him her heart. He only felt as though he needed to return the favor. And when he let her see the person inside himself, she was so accepting.
She had won him over faster than Kagura was able to get him to memorize her name.
But that was all gone now. The doctors weren't even sure if she would survive through the night. Hell, the didn't even know if the drive to the hospital would be the amount of time it took for her to die.
She was hurt horribly.
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"They didn't catch us, did they?" It was pitch black everywhere. Even the men were wearing black. That was for another reason that they wouldn't allow anyone else to know.
"No, they didn't. It seems as though she recognized me initially. But, now... Well, it seems that she won't be able to survive long enough to speak my name." A man sneered and began to walk in circles. His boots were the only things you could make out in the little light. Nothing else.
"I heard she might live..."
"Do not ever say such things to me again!"
"But, I wish for her to live."
"I told you that, when you were to start followingher friend, she was unimportant." An angry voice hissed.
"But she is important! She has the--"
"She isn't important. Only what she holds is. Now, she is going to die, and we're going to get what we're after. I do not want to hear of you having any more regrets. One more word and I will end you."
"Yes, master."
"Good, my pet." And, with that, both the figures vanished.
- - -
"Sesshoumaru, what's wrong?" He had never cared before, that's true. Then again, his half-brother had never come home looking so worn out before.
"If you wish to know, little brother, perhaps you should turn on the news." Sesshoumaru suggested. Inuyasha looked at him then flipped the news on. There was a picture of a car crash. Why should he care? It happened every day.
Maybe this isn't the right story... Inuyasha sat down and watched the news. He would have to see what happened that had gotten his brother so upset.
"Today, another car crash. Only, this one wasn't along the busy high ways. This one was in our very own backyard." There was a pause as the desk reporter disappeared and police caution tape came into focus.
"Life seemed just fine forthe typical high school student, Kagome Higurashi. That was until about noon today, when her vehicle was caught in the middle of two cars coming strait at her. The driver of the car was 18-year-old Sesshoumaru Taisho, heir to the Taisho companies.
"The first car entered the intersection from the wrong side of the street. Narrowly missing two other cars, it stopped when it hit the car of Higurashi and Taisho. The second car, unsuspecting, hit them head-on just as they were skidding towards it.
"Kagome Higurashi is in the hospital, suffering fatal wounds. Her condition is unstable. However, the demon Sesshoumaru Taisho was fine, although bewildered, and given leave to go home."
Inuyasha flipped off the TV and looked in the room where his brother had retreated. He was furious. He was beyond furious. He... He told them to... But they just.
His eyes flashed red as he stood up and began to stalk outside in search of peace.
They would pay.
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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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