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 7th, 2006
June 9th, 2006
Oooh... I know a lot of people might have freaked when they read this chapter title. After all, we don't know what happened to Sesshoumaru. Well, you don't, but I do.
Just an update: Sesshoumaru is now 19, Inuyasha is 18, Kagome is 18 (she was oblivious to her own birthday. How sad...), Sango is 18, Miroku is 18, Kagura is 19, Kikyou is 19 (I think... Not so sure about her...), annnd... I think that's all.
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The Games We Play
Entry Twenty-Seven: A Year Is An Eternity
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Sesshoumaru woke up to the sound of shouting Russians. His eyes didn't want to move, but he had forced himself to wake up. He slowly pulled himself up, despite his body's protests. Damn. It was a Monday. He hated Mondays. Especially since he was working with his father.
It had been exactly 380 days since Kagome got in the accident. It had been exactly 374 days since Sesshoumaru had come to help his father in business. The business that Inuyasha oh-so-evilly signed him up for. Inuyasha was fully aware that Sesshoumaru didn't want to come. He should have known that Sesshoumaru had no desire to work under his father.
Sesshoumaru's father was pure evil, he had decided that much.
The man would refuse Sesshoumaru's request for a break, for a vacation, for him to go home and see Kagome. Yet, every night, Sesshoumaru watched as he brought a whore- human or demon -to his apartment. It disgusted Sesshoumaru. Dog demons mate for life, do they not? Why was his father not holding to the ties that should have kept him to the mothers of his two children?
Sesshoumaru had recently noted that there were only three that came. It wasn't the same one each night, but it would always be one of the three coming. Perhaps his father did mate for life, but he never kept to one.
He was a demon polygamist or something...
Sesshoumaru sat at the edge of his bed and rubbed his eyes. He wanted to go home. He wanted to see Kagome. When he left, he was more aware of the feelings he had spoken to her about. Now that he was thousands of miles away and speaking a different language, he was more sure of those feelings.
After all, you don't just lust after someone and think of them for over a year. You don't think of them when there are pretty girls prancing for you under your nose.
Who taught girls to prance, anyway? They always looked like they wanted to be horses or something. Why couldn't they just walk normally when they sought to impress a man? Society, even in Russia, was a pain in the ass.
He had left Japan. He spent about a month or two there before his father said that there was other work to be done. So, they went to France, then to Italy, where Sesshoumaru learned a valuable lessons. Those people who push the gondola around? Be sure to tip them. If you don't, suddenly you will find someone mugging you and no other gondola people will willingly take you anywhere.
After Italy, they went to England. Sesshoumaru was thankful to speak English for a small while. Shortly after arriving in England, they came to Russia. That's where he was now.
Every time they moved, his father moved the schools he was in. Then they gave him a crash course on learning their language. Now, Sesshoumaru was quite fluent in French, Italian, Russian, and he knew a few words of Japanese... They moved just as he was learning that language.
Sesshoumaru sighed as he began to pull clothes from his suitcase. They had been there all the time, never in the drawers of the hotel. He didn't want to risk forgetting something of his because he had made hismelf at home.
Although, he had been in Russia for a month or so. It wouldn't hurt if he allowed himself to just put things in drawers. Of course, he would never do it. He would just think about it, and imagine that it woudl one day no longer be an issue.
"Sesshoumaru, are you awake yet?" His father called to him. Sesshoumaru knew that they had a meeting over breakfast with some more people interested in his father's body guards. Sesshoumaru didn't care, though.
Before this entire ordeal, he had felt close to his father. He felt as though they were able to connect and he would be able to request things from his father. That changed quite quickly.
After the night in the sushi restuarant, he knew that he had been wrong. He had explained Kagome's condition to his father and had described his feelings to him. His father had said no in the harshest way possible.
And now? He was going to try to convince his father to let him go back to America and be with the woman he had started falling for over a year ago. Only, this time, no was not an answer that he would accept. He was willing to swim if that is what the occasion called for.
- - -
"Wake up, Kagome!" Kagome's mother called. Kagome moaned and tried to pull herself up. Her arms were weak beneath her and she was lucky to have remained on the couch. She looked up at a woman and blinked vaguely.
If only she had known that, for nearly eight months, she had been like this. She never realized how tiring it became for her friends and family. She couldn't do anything about it, though. There was no option for her.
Kagome never knew what was wrong. Each day, her mother would request her to write down anything she learned. She said that it would have to be short, not long pages of babble. Kagome had started doing that.
And, now, while she had no memory of the past year, she was handed the papers. A few pictures were clipped to it, for visual help. Kagome's mother sat down by her side and stroked her head. It killed her to know that each day, her daughter had to be reminded of who she was, her past, and who her friends were.
Of course, the doctor tried to help. He tried to help the fluid that was stopping her brain from fully functioning drain. He offered several different methods, none of which worked. The fluid remained in her head, and no one could tell why.
Inuyasha had tried helping as much as he could. He came to visit her every day. He was also the one who took the notes to the school, since no one else could come to their house before school.
Kagome read the paper then set it down. She looked over at her mother. She felt as though she were seeing her for the first time. She knew that it must kill her mother to know that her daughter couldn't recognize her. But, Kagome saw love in her mother's eyes. She silently thanked her mother for the caring that she did.
Kagome hugged the stranger known as her mother. She soon lost control of her body and became limp. Her mother smiled and helped prop her against the back of the couch. She said something about creating breakfast then left the room.
Kagome watched as someone else came down the hall. He had black hair, he was tall, and he looked at her with... regret? She stared at him as he came over to her. He asked her if she read the paper yet, and she tried to answer.
When no words came from her mouth, guilt washed over her and she hung her head. He handed her the papers and told her to drop them if she read them already. She released her hold on the papers and he picked them up. He whispered that he was sorry, but she didn't know what for.
What had happened in the past year that made him sorry?
Kagome tried desperately to ask, but nothing came out again. She let out a sigh of defeat and let her body become limp.
She couldn't speak, and it was killing her inside. She didn't know why, but it hurt horribly with both attempts she made to tell people things on her mind. She wasn't even aware that they didn't expect her to speak anymore.
After the first month of never being able to speak, everyone had assumed it was a permanent disability she would have until the fluid in her head drained. They had accepted it. Each day, Kagome had to live with the pain and reality of it.
- - -
"Jaken, when is my brother supposed to be back?" Inuyasha asked as he walked into the house. He had just come home from school, meaning that he wans't in the best of moods.
"Why do you ask, Inuyasha? Do you miss your brother?" Jaken asked. Inuyasha glared down at him and flexed his claws in threat.
"I will never miss that bastard. I just happen to hate silence." Inuyasha spat. Jaken started talking about random things, making Inuyasha even more irritated. He hated silence, but he hated the sound of Jaken's voice even more.
"Shut up, Jaken! Just let me know when my brother will be home or I'll eat a toad in front of you!" Inuyasha roared. Jaken's babbling came to a screeching halt and he began to bumble over the words.
"L-Lord Sesshoumaru called this morning and said that he might be coming home soon, but only if your father approves!" Jaken said. He was clearly horrified at the thought of Inuyasha eating a toad before his very eyes.
"That wasn't so hard to do, now was it, Jaken?" Inuyasha asked. He walked upstairs, mutting something about Jaken's incompetence as a servant. Of course, Sesshoumaru was the reason that he was even working here. Inuyasha deemed him stupid for allowing such a stupid man to work for them and be paid above the others who did their job.
He would never understand his brother, nor did he want to try.
- - -
"Andrew, I told you to make a move on Kagome two months ago. You have returned now with nothing. You should have had the jewel in your grasp, or brought me a location." Naraku hissed. Andrew looked at him, his eyes filled with more malice than Naraku had seen before.
"Don't you say that. That stupid mutt told them to expect me to come. He told them that there was someone after the Shikon No Tama, so no one will even open the fucking door!" Andrew snapped. Naraku's blood red eyes darkened at the thought.
"Strange. Kikyou said that she had seduced Inuyasha to a point of him no longer caring." Naraku pointed out. Andrew narrowed his eyes at his boss. He was incompetent for making other people do things for him. If it weren't for the large amount of pay, then Andrew would kill him.
"Perhaps your little hoe does not do as she says." Andrew suggested.
"She does what she is told to do. Shehas no soul, anymore." Naraku tapped himself to prove that he had taken her soul to the other side.
"If she has no soul, how can she move?" Andrew was an obvious skeptic.
"I left enough in her for her to function, but she should follow my every command. There is no excuse for her to not do her job." Naraku hissed.
"Maybe she does not know Inuyasha's standing point on the situation. Or, perhaps, she has gotten another person to do it." Andrew suggested.
"We must kill someone close to silence them." Naraku said confidently. Andrew smirked and let out the beginning of a laugh.
"Great idea, Naraku. Now, who do you propose we kill? The father of both Taisho brothers runs a business for body guards and detective training." Andrew said smartly. Naraku smiled and looked at his claws in satisfaction.
"You will kill the older brother. He is in Russia at the moment. You don't need to do anything other than kill him. That will make the message clear enough." Andrew growled at this information. He brought his claws against Naraku's metal desk, slicing it in half.
"The hell I will! You expect me to do a suicide mission like that? Sesshoumaru is the stronger of the brothers!" Andrew snapped.
"He's also the only one who can revive Kagome's memory." Naraku said. Andrew dropped his hands to his side and became sober.
"What? Why... How do you know this?" He asked cautiously.
"Well... If you must know..." Naraku grinned.
- - -
It all made sense now. He was finally able to get it. Souta smiled in triumph as he began to punch numbers on Inuyasha's phone. He knew exactly why Kagome wasn't healing at a mortal's speed. That didn't even account for the enormous amount of miko energy that she had inside of her.
"What do you want? I'm trying to work on my senior project!" A voice instantly snapped. Souta sighed and held the phone from his ear momentarily.
"Calm down, Inuyasha. I need to talk to you about Kagome." It was obvious, even through the phone, that anything concerning Kagome was important to him.
"I'll be there in a bit." He said. Theere was a click as he hung up. Souta smiled then began to call Sango and Miroku. They would, no doubt, want to hear about how Kagome was doing. Well, not exactly how she was doing. She was the same as any other day. They would probably be more interested with her progress on healing.
After all, it had been a year since the accident and she still could not remember a thing.
Soon, Souta had all of Kagome's friends (with the exception of Sesshoumaru) sitting out by the God tree. He didn't want Kagome to hear what was going on, because it would only raise panic in her. Then, once there was panic, she would write about it and read it each day she woke up without memory.
He could only hope that the days she woke up without memory would be coming to an end soon.
"Okay, you guys. According to the doctor, there is fluid blocking Kagome's brain functions like memory, action, behavior, things of the sort." Sango nodded, Miroku staired, and Inuyasha flicked a rock out of boredom. None of this was new news.
"Kagome has miko powers. Miko powers are meant to heal the person who has them when they're hurt. I have a third of the powers that Kagome does. When I scrape myself, my miko powers heal me istantly." Souta explained.
"Then shouldn't her body be healing faster than a normal person, not slower?" Sango asked.
"That's exactly what I'm getting at. Her body is healing slow for a normal human, let alone one with miko powers. I've been trying to figure out why, and it took me, roughly, a year to get it." Souta said with triumph. All three stared at him and all three of Kagome's friends blinked in unison. Expectation was written on everyone's face. Souta tried not to laugh as he continued.
"You see, Kagome was in a coma for four months. She was bruised up pretty badly. I believe that, during those four months, someone came in and gave her poison."
"Shouldn't she be dead?" Inuyasha blurted. Sango gasped and placed a hand over her head. Miroku shot a glare to the hanyou before looking at his stunned girlfriend. Souta narrowed his eyes.
"Thank you, Inuyasha. Now, will you keep raise your hand next time you want to speak while I'm speaking?" Souta asked in agitation.
"Sorry, thought you were done." Inuyasha murmured. Souta shook his head then looked to see if Sango recovered from the shock. She did, thankfully.
"The poisoned wouldn't kill her- Inuyasha. The poison would slow her healing process down. Her body would fight against the poison and ignore the problems it had. Then, once her body was able to defeat the low-grade poison, it didn't realize that there was fluid in the brain. In a way, you could say her body forgot about it." Souta said.
Everyone seemed to accept this. Inuyasha started mutting silent curses to whoever poisoned her. Sango started telling Miroku all the ways that she would kill the person who did this. Miroku listened and watched her hand gestures with a very, very pale face. Sango was not one you should piss off, he knew that much.
- - -
Sesshoumaru ate his breakfast when it was time, the he sat patiently and stared into space when his father would speak with the business men at the table. He would occasionally answer a question, but no one cared much for him. After all, he was only the son. What could he know about body guards and detectives.
He knew a lot about them in several different languages.
Soon, all the men shook hands with his father and left. His father started to get up, beckoning him to follow. Sesshoumaru remained. HIs father asked him to stand once more, but Sesshoumaru kept his ass in the chair.
"Sesshoumaru, what is it now?" His father asked. He sat back down and looked evenly at his son. Sesshoumaru had acted weird ever since he was brought to help his father in the company.
"Father... I wish to go home now." Sesshoumaru said flatly.
"No." His father had answered without thinking. After he had the word out, he started considering Sesshoumaru's request. The same thing had happened last time Sesshoumaru requested going home. His father snapped no before he even processed the question. He watched his son's eyes narrow and a trace of rage show on his emotionless face.
"Let me rephrase, father. I am going home tomorrow morning. Whether or not you would like to help me get home is up to you. I am fully prepared to put my demon abilities to the test and swim back to America." Sesshoumaru said. Rage began to lace through his voice, but he kept quiet. He didn't have any desires to attract attention in the public restuarant.
"Is it the same issue that caused your desire to leave during the first few weeks?" His father asked. Sesshoumaru mutely nodded. There was no need for words if his father could understand without them.
"It is a human you feel for, is it not?" He asked. Sesshoumaru nodded once more.
"Fine. You will have tonight's plane ticket out and I wish to hear from you once you land." His father finally caved in. Sesshoumaru allowed a smile to fall on his face. He thanked his father then left to his hotel room to pack.
- - -
Kagome stared at down the street in confusion. It seemed so strange how fast it had happened. She woke up from a nap and was told to read some papers that would explain her lack of knowledge. She went outside to get fresh air and a sudden wind came to her. The papers flew out of her hand and down the street.
Kagome didn't know what to think. Had they been important? Wouldn't she have remembered her own past? Why did she need papers to do it? Now that she thought about it, what happened to her memories? She hadn't had much time to think of what happened when she woke up, because she was told to read the papers immediately. And, just as soon as she started reading the papers, they were gone.
The wind wasn't natural, she felt that much. It had been a perfectly clear day and there was no sign of any bad weather. Then... Without warning, the paper just... Flew away. Kagome slowly walked back into the house, but her legs failed her. She collapsed under her own weight and tried to let out a cry for help.
No sound came out, though. This caused a wave of guilt and anguish to fill her being. She was hardly able to comprehend the feeling because it was so strong. As she remained collaped on the ground, her eyes slowly closed. She watched a shadow approach her and heard it speak to her. No matter what it said, she was unable to understand it.
She slowly drifted into another sleep as a warm fluid rushed to her ear. Blood and brain fluid had started to leak from her ear. She had, unknowingly, fallen down several concrete stairs when the sudden fatigue overcame her.
And, now, she was in her world of oblivion.
Vaguely, through this world, she was able to register pain. It was a pain that she had felt before, she was sure of it. She fought the sleep and tried to guess what was happening. She struggled to get her eyes to open and to see what was going on. They opened, but only for a second.
What she saw was two men. A man on top of her and the other standing behind the first. She would have panicked, but she didn't have the energy to. She had fallen into the street, and these kind gentleman helped her. They were doing nothing wrong in her eyes.
As she slipped off once again, a sharp pain caught her attention. She struggled to find the source, but it was of no use. She only slipped deeper into the wonderful painless land that sleep offered her.
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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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Review Replies:
Kawaii-kitty121- I think that you have an excellent idea! I will add my own B.A.M.-spice to it, though. (B.A.M is short for Bipolar ADD Maniac.)
InterwovenEmotions- I love your idea so much! I think I'll use that, along with Kawaii Kitty's idea.
Secret-punk-rocker- Five hours! Consecutively? Wow! I don't even have the attention span of one hour! Well, I'm glad you like the story. I'm also glad you enjoyed the diary entries. I think that the last chapter of this story, the epilogue, will be an entry in Kagome's diary... Oops. I gave away too much, huh? Thanks for reviewing!
Okay, I'm running a quiz to see who listens to country music (I rarely listen to it anymore). The title of the next chapter is the name of a country song. Guess who sings it. I will then contact the first three or the first five people to see what I can do for them since they won. Just, keep in mind that I am a poor, pathetic, life-lacking person. There's not a whole lot I can do besides possibly putting you in the story or something relating to the story...
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