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 4th, 2006
June 5th, 2006
June 6th, 2006

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The Games We Play
Entry Twenty-Six: Lost

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"You able to walk on your own?" Sango asked. She gave her friend a worried look and glanced at her feet. She didn't seem to know how to hold herself up anymore. Kagome bobbed her head up and down in response, but she was lying. She wanted to walk on her own, but she wasn't able to.

As Kagome got out of the hospital bed, her feet instantly turned to Jell-o. She could get them to stay under her, for some reason. The parts in the middle- the woman near her called them knees -said that she needed to keep her legs strait. She tried, but they just kept bending beneath her.

With one more attempt, she tried to stand. It still didn't work and she fell down on the man to her right. Thankfully, he was strong and he caught her. He chuckled then placed her in a chair.

"Okay, Kagome. You can't stand on your own. I'm going to go get a wheelchair for you and we'll take you home in that." The man said. Kagome watched the black-haired man leave then turned to the woman he had come with.

She met them just today. It was strange, but she felt as though she were missing something. She felt as though there should be more people with them. She couldn't tell you why for multiple reasons. One, she didn't remember. She didn't even know their names. Two, she couldn't speak.

And each time she tried to speak and failed, the wave of guilt washed over her. She felt worse and worse each time she was unable to tell them what she wanted.

At times it felt like a barrier had been placed between her and her voice. She just needed a way to break the barrier. She needed a battering ram. Something or someone who could allow her to talk.

The bunny wasn't magical in that way. She didn't know it happened more than this morning, but a man with glasses would come in and tell her to hang onto the bunny. He would tell her that the stuffed animal was magic. She thought he was strange, since he came in randomly and touched her wrist, neck, then pressed a silver object against her.

But he seemed as though he did that every day with how casual he was about it. She couldn't understand. Perhaps he was naturally comfortable around all women... ?

But the man told her this morning that it was magical somehow. He said that, without it, she would be unable to stay awake. She couldn't understand that. How would a stuffed bunny be dangerous?

He said that the bunny's name was Butcher. When she looked at him in question, he told her it was because it would kill her if it left her side. She allowed a small smile gto grace her lips at the comment.

Even if she couldn't remember anything, at least she was making memories. She told herself that every day. But each day she woke up, oblivious that she had interacted with people the previous day. She was oblivious to the fact that she had friends before her memory had been lost.

Well, she wasn't oblivious, she was just... forgetful.

Although, there was this one silver-haired man who kept appearing in her dreams. He had pointed ears and a few tattoos on his face. There were two purple zebra stripes on his face- one on each side. There was a purple moon on his forehead. She didn't understand how he could tattoo himself in such a sensitive spot.

- - -

"So, you ready to come, Kagome?" Sango asked. She looked down at her forgetful friend and smiled. When she found out about Kagome being alive, her gothic appearance never came back. Miroku was more than thankful. When she asked why, he said that the idea of hanging out with a woman reminded him of gay sex. He wouldn't tell her why, but she guessed it had to do with a porn movie he wouldn't admit to watching.

Kagome stared up at her, a blank look in her eyes. Kagome never remembered who they were. The doctor said it was just an issue with fluid. The doctor said that it should be gone within a month or two. Well, it had been two weeks since Kagome had started waking up every morning. It had been just under two weeks that Sesshoumaru had left.

Sango was somewhat upset that he left. She knew that Kagome owed her speech to him. And, she would guess, that Kagome was speaking around him a bit. Perhaps not a lot, but more than Sango ever heard from her lips. And, with Sesshoumaru gone, Kagome was less likely to remember everyone.

After all, there is something that catches your eye about a silver-haired dog demon. But, Inuyasha hadn't stayed in Kagome's memory... Sesshoumaru hadn't either, as far as Sango was concerned. Kagome woke up every day with no clue what was going on or who anyone was.

Souta and her mother were a mystery to her. Imagine the pain that it must have caused for Kyoko to come and see her baby. She would try to speak with her daughter, but her daughter would have no memory that this woman gave birth to her and raised her.

It hurt Sango's heart to imagine.

Miroku came in, humming a tune from Chicago while pushing a wheelchair. He and Sango had watched the movie last night. He claimed he didn't like it, but it seems as though he did. Sango smiled at him then started helping Kagome into a chair. It was hard, because Kagome's legs refused to move on their own. But Kagome had helped Sango immensly without knowing it. So, even though Kagome would forget about this when she slept, Sango did it anyway.

Miroku got behind the wheelchair and began to push Kagome. The song he had previously been humming he was now singing. Passionately. Sango smiled and followed him. Of course, she had to fall in love with the weird one, didn't she? She fell in love with the porn-loving, women-groping, singing man. She regretted nothing.

"Miroku, how are we going to work out getting her to school?" Sango asked. Miroku paused and looked at her. They had taken a car to get there, but it would be hard to get Kagome and the wheelchair in and out of the car four times a day.

"We'll walk. I can use the fresh air..." Miroku said cheerily. Sango rolled her eyes and walked beside him.

"I'll say. Whatever air you've been around already is making you sing turns to 'Chicago'. That's kinda scary, you know." Sango said with a smirk. Oh, she loved to pick on Miroku. He was just a really easy target and she couldn't help it.

"Why are we taking her to school, anyway?" Miroku questioned. Sango looked at him and arched an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, she forgets everything when she goes to sleep. What good will taking her to school do if she can't remember anything?" Miroku asked. Sango shrugged and offered a weak smile.

"Well, she needs to get her memory back; she doesn't even know who her mother is. School might have places that will bring back her memory... Other than that? She has missed a lot of school already from that four months she wouldn't wake up. So... She needs to come to school." Sango said.

"Figures you'll take the side that causes me to do hard labor." Miroku mumbled. Sango shoved him away from Kagome's wheelchair and began to push.

"Wow. She's heavier than I thought." Sango remarked.

"Yeah. You don't really think about your friends' weight until you have to push them two blocks in a wheelchair." Miroku commented.

"Yeah, I do that an aweful lot." Sango suddenly stopped and stopped the wheelchair. She looked at Miroku in panic, and he blinked. She looked at Kagome, who was hunged over her knees, then at Miroku.

"Get Butcher! She dropped him and couldn't tell us!" Sango screamed. Miroku's eyes widened when he realized that Kagome's primary life support was gone. He turned around, spotting the bunny from 100 feet away. He began sprinting towards it, his mind scolding him repeatedly. If Sango hadn't noticed, Kagome may have fallen asleep and never woken up.

After all, without Butcher, her heart slowed down. They had tested it once to see how much of an effect it had on her. Her heart would have stopped if they had not given it to her. No one was able to figure out why, but Butcher the Bunny was keeping Kagome alive.

- - -

Sesshoumaru wiped sweat from his forehead and looked up at the sky. He hated Japan, he could tell you that much in Japanese. Not enough people spoke English, and he didn't knowJapanese. He was smart and able to understand foreign languages easily. But, two weeks was asking a bit much, wasn't it?

Sesshoumaru, in the beginning of the previous week, had been thankful that he would at least have time to spend with his father. What a lie that had been. Now, he was able to aid his father during meetings. But, outside of those meetings, he was sent to retrieve different information.

He even asked his father about coming home earlier to check on his human interest. His father had seemed intrigued, but he said that he needed the extra help. He also said that he was under the impression that Sesshoumaru wanted to forget about her. Sesshoumaru flatly told him that it wasn't true.

He was going to speak to his father about her condition tonight. He was overly eager to see Kagome. He hoped in secret that he would be able to arouse Kagome's memories. He hoped that he would be the one that would be able to help her. Each day that passed was just another day that he hoped her memory wouldn't return.

He was fully aware he was being selfish. In the long run, he wanted Kagome to remember everything that her life had been about. The knowledge of her past and her ability to pull through it was what made her strong; it made her Kagome. But, as much as he wanted her to know it, he wanted to be the one to help her.

He wasn't being fair, and he hated knowing it.

Sesshoumaru looked at theJapanese personas he approached him. It was, no doubt, about the contract. Sesshoumaru had come to see if it was any good. The man began to speak, and Sesshoumaru shook his head. He pulled something out of his pocket, something that he had found more and more handy due to his lack of communication.

Sesshoumaru waved the mini American flag around pointed to himself. The man nodded and then left to find someone else to do the speaking. Hadn't Kagome come from Japan? Yes, he read that in one of her diary entries. She was born here and spoke Japanese fluently.

She would be awfully useful right now. Especially if she were to be able to access her memory and her knowledge of the language.

Thoughts of Kagome made him sigh once more. He didn't want to have to deal with that pond of fish at the moment. He wanted to get done with the work he had then go change his clothes before he had to go to dinner with his father.

A man came back, saying hello in English. Sesshoumaru appreciated the change in language and cursed whoever had created all these different types. What was the purpose of such a thing, anyway? They never understood each other...

Sesshoumaru spoke with the man, and the man spoke to the supervisor who had come up initially. Sesshoumaru was able to identify some words like hai. But that was about it. Others he was able to recognize, but he was clueless of their meaning.

Oh, he really hated the person who started creating his own language. He would kill the man if the man were sitll alive.

The man continued translating between the two. After the two-hour conversation, Sesshoumaru handed him a large wad of bills in their currency. The man smiled and said something like arigato and left. Sesshoumaru turned around and left. He would have dinner with his father tonight at a high-rated sushi restuarant. Yuck. Sushi. If he ate fish, he preferred it to be cooked.

As Sesshoumaru walked back to the low-grade and over-crowded Japanese hotel, he made a promise. He would help Kagome's memories return to her. He only hoped that his father would be understanding and let him go home. After all, his father had loved a human and a demon both. Would he not be understanding towards Sesshoumaru's feelings?

Sesshoumaru didn't want to take a guess with that one.

- - -

Souta sighed as he sat in his sister's room. He couldn't tell where it was, thankfully. He knew it was in here somewhere, and that is exactly what this 'Naraku' character knew.

What else did he know?

Someone had deliberately crashed into Kagome and Sesshoumaru. They were after Kagome. The snail outside would be able to figure it out...

Kagome had been the victim of Souta's momentary rage. She had suffered because of her brother, and she didn't even know it. In fact, she didn't even know that she had a brother. The damage wasn't getting any better. It killed Souta to know that his sister was unable to heal. It wouldn't kill him so much if he couldn't link it back to the stupid decision she made.

Souta rested on Kagome's bed and smiled. His sister was able to control her miko powers even when she didn't realize it. She had created a strong barrier that would keep the harm away from her and the jewel... If Souta wasn't able to sense her barrier or the jewel, then there was no chance that a demon could

After all, people with miko powers were more in tune with sensing things and their powers. Souta, in receiving these powers, was able to do the same thing as everyone else. As Souta rested in his sister's unused bed, thinking of miko powers, his mind snapped to attention.

Kagome's brain, her powers... It wasn't adding up. Something wasn't right if her miko powers weren't healing her. Souta had only a speck of power compared to his sister. He was weak compared to her. So, if she was so strong, why were her powers not functioning? What was going on that was causing her to be unable to heal?

Souta would get scrapes and they would heal almost instantly. That is what miko powers can do for their host's body. But, Kagome's weren't doing that. Her powers were just... It seemed as though her powers were just sitting around.

All this thought made him feel so... lost. He couldn't tell what was going on, and it bothered him. He would have to think about this more, when he got the chance. But now was not the time. Right now, he had to go to school and then he had to come home and help Kagome get into bed.

If only he were like Kagome at times like these. He would just be able to sleep and wake up with no memory of the previous day. He would wake up each day and not have any sorrows simply because he couldn't remember them.

He secretly prayed that, while Kagome was without memories, she would be able to enjoy herself. At least, he prayed, let her be able to experience the simple pleasures in life. She won't be able to enjoy anything else, because her memory won't hold onto it. He wanted each day to mean a lot to her, even if she wouldn't remember it the next.

He was her older brother. It was his job to wish the best for her and to ward off any unacceptable men.

- - -

"Kagome! How are you doing? I heard about the accident on the news. Is Sesshoumaru hurt? Where is he? I haven't seen him at school since the accident..." There were so many things that this one girl was saying. Kagome stared at her from her seat in the wheelchair. This girl spoke as if she knew her.

Wait! Kagome? Was that her name? Her name was Kagome? She had vaguely heard the woman and man behind her refer to that as her name, but she didn't realize that it was her actual name given to her at birth. Why hadn't she realized this sooner?

Kagome gave one blink of confusion at the girl in front of her. She had no idea who this person was. She was clueless, and she hated every moment of it.

"Kagome? It's me, Eri. Why don't you remember me? We hung out last summer..." She was trying desperately to revive Kagome's memories. Kagome knew it wouldn't work. Nothing worked when it came to her memory. She woke up this morning with no idea what was going on.

Then the woman and man behind her said that she was going to go to school today.

Today? It seemed as though Kagome had been awake previous days. Why had she not remembered this? Surely she would be able to remember if people such as the two behind her came before. They were so amusing that they just had to stick in your mind!

Apparently not. She thought that they were random people coming to talk to her today. But they spoke to her with the warmth of a dear friend. She couldn't understand how they were her friends and she couldn't remember a thing about them. She couldn't even remember their names?

And, when she tried talking the few times today, guilt would overtake her and she would feel horrible. She couldn't talk, she gathered that much. She gave up talking after the fourth or fifth attempt this morning. She wanted to ask a man in glasses who he was and why he was pressing a silver thing against her.

"Eri, Kagome can't speak. Didn't you forget?" The woman behind her asked. Kagome wished so desperately to turn around and gaze into the stern eyes of the woman behind her. She spent a lot of time looking at her... The woman seemed strong, but there were times of weakness. Kagome didn't understand how she was strong, but she appeared so... calm and relaxed around her and the man behind her.

The man behind her would occasionally brush against the woman's butt. Kagome observed this and each time after he had done such a thing, the woman would slap him. He would complain of the pain that it caused, but he would rub her butt only moments later.

They truely were strange people.

Yet she had no memory of them. It bothered her to exteremes.

"Oh, right... Well, I heard that the not-speaking was all in her mind. Since she got in the accident and can't remember anything, I assumed that she would forget that she didn't speak." Eri innocently replied. Kagome's eyes widened at this simple explanation

She didn't speak? Is that why guilt rushed throughout her whenever she was unable to tell people what she wanted? It made her feel a bit better now that she knew the reason she felt horrible after each failed attempt to talk. So, if she didn't speak before, and she couldn't speak now, she must have felt horrible because... Well, there was only one reason for there to be guilt.

She had wanted to speak, but just didn't have the right people to speak to.

She didn't understand why she quit speaking in the first place. Seeing the way that the two people behind her interacted and the way everyone at school acted, she saw plenty of reason to speak. She even knew that she wanted to confront them for being so strange.

But, she couldn't. Now she knew why.

And this Eri girl mentioned something else. An accident? What happened? Why did none of this make sense to her? That was the wrong question. Why didn't she remember it?

Surely something like an accident that should have gotten her speaking would be in her mind. Why wasn't it? Kgaome mentally smacked herself several times. The mental abuse wasn't helping her remember either.

Kagome watched as the stuffed bunny on her lap slipped off. She felt dizziness consume her as she fell forward. Pain filled her mind as the hard flooring of the school came into contact with her head. She could faintly hear worried speaking, but she couldn't make any sense of it.

Someone, please help me. I can't take this anymore... Then she thought something she wasn't sure the meaning of. She didn't realize that the person was a real person that she had known before the crash.

Sesshoumaru, please help me. I feel so lost...

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I used to be someone, but now I am a nobody. I used to make people happy, but now I can barely remember what the term 'happy' means. I can't remember what happened, which is only more devistating to me. The worst of it all is my voice. It has failed me on so many occasions. Each time it fails me, I feel worse and worse. What is going on?

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Changed the phrase above. Let me know what you think.

Review Replies: (Cuz I'm too lazy to click on the link to reply)
Inu15Kags- Yes, Inuyasha is mean and telling his father lies. But he doesn't know that Sesshoumaru is the person who helped Kagome heal faster. He just thought that his brother and her were getting close and he thoguht his brother didn't like it. He actually did something regarding his brother that was the truth for once. That last sentence made no sense, huh?
Vila Viscious- I will try to make the chapters longer. I count the length by words, and most chapters are at least 3,000 words. I will work on increasing that so the chapters are more interesting. Thank you for requesting it rather than bitching and moaning like I've had people do.
To Everyone Who Commented On Souta's Mistake: He was younger, he wasn't a teenager yet. His father died and he blamed it on Kagome. He didn't realize that the Shikon No Tama was such a big deal, he just knew people wanted it. He didn't connect that they would have to get Kagome out of the way (AKA: Harming her) to get it.
Youkaimei- You're giving me a pixie stick? Do I look too poor to buy heroin to you? No? Good, because I hate people knowing how poor I am. (For kids who can't afford heroin, give them pixie sticks. It's an icon I was referring to.)

Okay! Time for another poll!

Kagome will receive her memory in a chapter or two, but it will be painful for her. Now, after she gets her memory and has to take care of Naraku and Andrew... Well, the question is, what shall I do about her fighting against them? Should she have help from Souta, Inuaysha, Sesshoumaru, whoever, or should she do it on her own?

If you have any other ideas abuot what should happen, let me know what they are.

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