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 10th, 2006
June 11th, 2006
I thought of a different story that should be really funny. So, because I now have another interest, this story will start coming to a close. I expect it to be done by chapter 35. If not 35, then it should be done on chapter 40. I created this story so I could have a really long story (more than 20 chapters). And, thankfully,I have reviews to accompany it! You don't know how much your reviews mean to me, guys!
Hey, do you all remember that Kagome started bleeding and leaking brain fluid? Keep that in mind, it's really important... Among other things.
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The Games We Play
Entry Twenty-Eight: Don't Forget To Remember Me
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Sango casually approached her best friend's house. She had found the papers Kagome read when she woke up on her street. It was strange, but she didn't give the idea too much thought. At least she had found them. She knocked on the door carefully and quietly. Their grandfather was, most likely, taking a nap.
Kyoko opened the door with a frantic look on her face. Sango just shrugged the thought off when she thought of what Kyoko had been missing. After all, without the papers, Kagome would be unable to remember that there was a life before the moment she woke up.
Kyoko stared at the papers that Sango held and began to cry. Sango wondered, for a moment, if they weren't Kagome's papers. No, she knew they were. She had seen Kagome write on them and read from them on multiple occasions.
"Ms. Higurashi?" Sango softly questioned. Kyoko motioned for Sango to come in, and Sango went strait for the couch. Kyoko soon sat down next to her and looked at the floor for help. No use. It wasn't going to help her get this one out.
"Kagome is missing." She finally managed to say. Sango gasped and dropped the papers. Kagome? Missing? How? There was no way she could walk off on her own. She didn't remember anything, and that would cause her to remain in the house, wouldn't it? Or, maybe she figured that there would be more answers somewhere else.
"When did you last see her?" Sango carefully asked. She knew that this was bad news. She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to hear it, but she would have to. Kyoko needed to spill her guts to someone, and Sango was unable to escape in a polite manner.
"Yesterday, when she woke up from her name." Kyoko said. Sango dropped her head in her hands and stared at the scattered pieces of paper. Kagome left, deliberately. Now she was gone. Most likely, she went to sleep. When she woke up, she had no memory of her life. All she would know is that she couldn't speak, and she could hardly move.
Sango fell off the couch. Her feet slid down and her but followed. She rested her arms on the coffee table before her and her head on her arms. Kagome was gone, and no one knew where she had gone. She could have been kidnapped for all they knew! The very thought of someone trying to take Kagome deliberately was horrifying to her. What if that guy who raped her did it again?
Souta walked into the room and gave the two a skeptical look. His mother was on the verge of tears and Sango was crying. Wait. Sango? Crying? Even if he wasn't her friend, he knew that it took a lot to get her into tears. He knelt down by her and slowly stroked her back.
"What happened, you guys?" Souta asked. Kyoko looked at him and finally began to cry. Souta cringed. Great, now he had two crying women on his hands. He dialed Miroku's number so he could come take care of his girlfriend. Once Miroku got there, Souta decided he would weasel the story from the girls.
"Please, tell me what happened." Souta begged. He knew that Miroku wanted to ask too, but he would hear the answer. Kyoko took a quivering breath and slowly let it out. She looked her son in the eyes and regretted having to give him the news. He loved his sister so much and he always wanted to protect her. This would tear him apart from the inside out.
"Kagome... She's gone." Kyoko said. Souta felt his heart stop beating and his brain quit working. Miroku had stopped stroking Sango's head and was staring at Kyoko in disbelief.
"She can't walk, can she?" Miroku finally managed to ask. Kyoko nodded her head.
"She's been able to do minimal walking recently... But not enough to leave here." Kyoko said. Of course, being the mother, she would automatically assume that her daughter had no reason to leave. Then again, the papers had blown away and gotten all the way to Sango's house. Perhaps Kagome attempted following them.
"She was kidnapped." Souta managed to choke out. Kyoko jerked her head to look at him and he mentally apologized for saying that before her. Any mother would be horrified to hear that about their little girl. Especially if they knew of the beauty Kagome unknowingly held.
"She's in trouble, mom. I'm going to call Sesshoumaru, Inuyasha, anyone. This is no longer just a small issue that she was humiliated to talk about." Souta said. Kyoko nodded and then left to find the book with Sesshoumaru's cell phone number in it. Souta looked at two of Kagome's friends and grimaced. He felt horrible.
"You two knew about Kagome's four rapes?" Miroku shuddered. He hadn't known that it happened more than once, let alone four times. "Kagome is the protector of something sacred. I can give the whole story to you now, if you wish."
"No... Let's do it in your room or somewhere your mother won't hear of this. I have a feeling that she will not enjoy the news." Miroku said. Souta nodded then looked up at his mom. She had given him the book of phone numbers before they all went to Souta's room. Going to Kagome's room would be murder on Souta and, soon, be horrible for Sango and Miroku.
"How familiar are you two with the legend of the Shikon No Tama?" Souta asked. Sango and Miroku both shook their heads.
"It's a jewel that can grant someone any wish they want. Even without wishing upon it, it can give someone great power and great strength. Well, my sister protects this jewel. This jewel is what got her in this position to begin with. Before, it was just her safety and comfort at risk. Now, the stakes are going higher. Her life is at risk..." Souta bit his lip and let himself collapse onto his bed.
"The man who raped her... What was his name?" Miroku slowly asked.
"Andrew." Souta replied.
"Why would Andrew have such a strong interest in Kagome still? Wouldn't he come for the jewel and leave?" Sango asked. She clung onto Miroku likea life line as if saying Andrew's name would make him appear. Miroku recognized her fear and kept his hands in PG-appropriate places.
"Simple. He developed an obsession over her." Souta replied without thought.
"Souta... Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't that mean he'll be desperate to have her?" Miroku gently asked. Souta's eyes opened instantly and he sat up to look at Miroku.
"And, if he's desperate to have her, then his death would be the only way to keep him away from her." Souta added. Sango stood up, the glint of hatred in her eyes.
"Let me go get my Hirakotsu and then I'll mutilate him." Sango said firmly. Souta's eyes gew wide and Miroku yanked her down to sitting once again.
"No, Sango. They're demons. That's the only way that they can know so much about Kagome... So, if they're demons, you could get hurt." Miroku's voice quivered at the possibility of Sango being hurt. He knew that she was strong and capable of defending herself, but he didn't like the idea of her going out to fight demons.
"Don't worry... I'll call Sesshoumaru and explain to him what's happening. Miroku and Sango, can you two go tell Inuyasha? We'll need his nose to find Kagome." Souta said. Miroku and Sango nodded then left. After the door closed, Souta began leafing through the pages in the address book. He stopped when he found Sesshoumaru's name.
He quickly dialed and was surprised when no one answered. Strange. Usually Sesshoumaru leaves it on all the time and answers no matter what. He tried again, but no one picked up again. In fact, it only rang once, meaning that Sesshoumaru had turned it off.
Now, that was strange.
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"All first-class passengers, please begin boarding." The human translator narrated. Sesshoumaru didn't need the translator, but he went ahead and listened to that voice. He walked up to the woman behind the desk and handed his ticket to her. While she checked it, he turned around to face his father.
"Thank you, father." He said emotionlessly. The woman handed his ticket back to him and he moved out of someone's way. Sesshoumaru's father nodded and stared at a wall as if it were interesting.
"I would like to hear about this young girl of yours... Perhaps I'll come home and meet her. But please, do take care of her..." His father paused. "And if there is no woman, I will make sure you are punished." His father added. Sesshoumaru let a small smirk appear on his face then he turned around. After a few moments of staring at the extended tunnel, he walked into it.
He didn't hear his father calling to him from behind.
As Sesshoumaru walked towards the airplane, he looked at his cellphone. He held down a button and it turned off. He hated the idea of not having it on, but he knew that it would be wise. Everytime they boarded an airplane, he was often lectured that electronics that used satellites could ruin the navagational systems. As he put the powerless phone into his pocket, he felt a pang of urgency pass through him.
Something was going to happen, he felt it. But it was too late to do anything. He was now getting on the plane and there would be no time to turn his phone on to test this feeling.
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Kagome let out a small wimper of pain. Her entire body hurt. She couldn't feel anything but the pain. She attempted to move parts of her body, but she could. The pain was too overwhelming for her to handle. She let out another wimper of pain in hopes that it would take something off her mind. At the second wimper, something moved. Something moved from inside of her. Her entire body automatically tensed up.
The thing that moved slowly slid away, and she didn't know why. Her eyes slowly opened, then snapped closed. It hurt to open her eyes. It hurt to do anything, even sleep. She opened her eyes once more and forced them to stay open. There was an undressed man before her. He was doing something to her legs, but she couldn't figure out what. After a moment, she let out a snarl-like sound. This got his attention.
He looked up at her with a red liquid around his lips. Kagome stared hard at him and tried to speak. She tried to ask him what he was doing, why she couldn't feel her body, where she was... But nothing came out. She felt tears come to her eyes at the realization that she was unable to speak. Was she mute? She didn't know, and it only bothered her more. She didn't remember anything. Why?
"Relax." The man told her. She wanted to snap at him that she couldn't relax, but it was no use. The words never came out. The hatred was only known through her facial expression. The man lowered his head and started doing something once more. She didn't care what it was, to be honest. She couldn't feel it through the overwhelming pain. Kagome slowly turned her head to stare at her arms. There were lines all over them.
Wait. Lines?
Kagome could feel her mind starting to turn. She could feel everything starting to register in her brain. Why did this feel so strange to have her brain doing things? She quickly shrugged it off and continued staring at the lines on her arm. Slowly and painfully, she turned her head and looked at her other arm. There were lines on that one, too. She looked down at her stomach. There were lines on that. Her legs had lines on them. And, what the guy was doing, she didn't know. Obviously it wasn't bad or she would have felt it, right?
She didn't realize that whatever he was doing would be drown out by the pain coursing through her entire body.
Kagome attempted to move her hands so she could sit up and look at the lines on her some more. Her hands wouldn't move. No, that wasn't right. Her hands and arms were moving, but they weren't going anywhere. That didn't make sense.
Kagome stared at her hands as hard as she could. There was something black around her wrist. She tried to figure out what it was, but she couldn't. It was black, and there was a bulging spot that connected to more black stuff that didn't touch her.She turned her head and looked at her other wrist. There was the same black thing, held by a black bulge, connected to more black stuff.
Kagome watched the black thing as she tried to move her arm. The black thing was firm in it's place. There was no way for her to move it. Then everything clicked in her mind. The black things, the lack of movement, the lines, and the pain... She stopped thinking as pain consumed her once more. This time, she let out more than a wimper. She let out a long, agonizing cry. It hurt so bad.
Kagome felt something warm touch her head. She tried to open her eyes to see it again, but she couldn't. Something had been placed over her eyes because she was unable to see anything. The warm feeling went on both sides of her head. Her head was pulled up then shoved back down.
She could feel pain in the back of her head. She could feel liquid around her head and the rest of her body. She knew that the pain in her body had something to do with the lines, but she was unable to figure out what it was. Sleep started consuming her once again.
As she fell into another reality, she faintly registered the liquid rushing from her ears. Ears bled? She didn't follow that thought, either. It hurt too much. Soon, she gave up all hopes of figuring things out. She gave into the darkness and her body went limp.
Unconsciousness came, but peace did not.
She saw images in her mind. She couldn't figure out what they were. They were horrifying. There was blood. She hated blood. There were soul-less eyes of a man. When she tried to figure out what happened, the image vanished before her eyes. Then she saw a woman. The woman was crazy, there was no doubt to that. Her tongue hung from her mouth, her right eye was smaller than her left and was twitching. Drool hung from her mouth like she was a crazed animal.
Kagome felt the fear welling up inside of her as the image vanished. Relief washed over her, but only for a moment. The relief was soon gone as she saw a girl. Flashes of the woman's body haunted her. She looked like she had gotten tangled up playing twister or something. Her left leg was over her head, her right leg was under her chest. Her right arm went under her left leg and down to her right food. Her left arm was bent in directions that it shouldn't be going in.
Kagome knew that there was nothing to be thankful when the next image flashed through. It was a man with silver hair and dog-like ears. His shirt was gone and there were four deep gashes on his chest. His eyes were blank; soul-less. His head was bent in a direction that it shouldn't have been in. The blood. Kagome couldn't take the blood.
Kagome's eyes snapped open and her breathing became even more ragged. She closed her eyes as the pain awoke inside of her. She wanted so desperately to sleep and be oblivious to the pain. But she wouldn't allow sleep to come. Not anymore. Not after the dreams she had. She wanted so desperately to talk to someone, to tell them the pain that flooded her mind and heart at these images.
Then she remembered that she couldn't speak. She remembered that she couldn't move. She closed her eyes once more and attempted to get sleep. No, not after those images were left in her head. She opened her eyes in desparation to drive them out.
A man came up and traced the lines on her. She felt pain course through her strongly once again. These lines... Something about them wasn't right. They weren't just normal lines. She tried desperately to figure it out, but her body started falling into more and more pain.
"Go to sleep." The figure commanded her. She desperately wanted to slepe like she had been told. But she wasn't able to, not after those images. The thought of sleeping caused the images to thunder through her mind rapidly. She didn't need to look at them very long, though. She already knew what horrors they contained.
A warmth pressed against both sides of her head. She felt her head being pulled up, but she couldn't fight it. She didn't even want to think about fighting it. She was able to remember what it had done the time before. It had let her slip into her nightmares. As the warmth shoved her head back towards the ground, she gave in. She wouldn't fight sleep. She would fight nightmares, but not the sleep itself.
As more fluid rushed from her mind, she had one last thought. A fleeting thought that she couldn't understand the meaning of. She would try, but perhaps another time.
Sesshoumaru... Please help me...
Kagome's mind slipped into oblivion entirely. She wasn't going to fight it, she told herself that over and over. This time when she fell into the darkness, she welcomed it. She tried to get a firmer grasp on it so she could have more of the darkness.
Kagome didn't realize that her memory was improving. She didn't realize that retaining her memory was a re-learned trick. She didn't realize the significance it held.
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Sesshoumaru snapped awake and removed the cloth covering his eyes. He looked around at the other airplane passengers then at the empty seat next to him. His father had bought an extra ticket for some unkown reason. Sesshoumaru looked around him a little more. He heard Kagome's voice, he knew he did. She had asked for his help.
Sesshoumaru, help me... The sound of her cry for help rang in his head. He didn't remember waking from a dream. Why would he imagine Kagome's voice now? He slowly closed his eyes once more and tried to welcome sleep. He hated flying, it hurt his demon senses. If he could sleep, perhaps he would be able to ignore the pain that his ears, nose, and eyes were going through.
He slipped off into sleep. Kagome entered his dream, though. He hated the dream, and it caused him to growl. Kagome was strapped to the concrete ground. Blood was all over her body. Cuts were all over her body. She wasn't dressed. That bastard, Andrew, was touching her. Some clear fluid and blood were leaking from her ear. She was asleep, but it wasn't a peaceful sleep.
She looked like she was being tortured.
Sesshoumaru opened his eyes once more and sighed. The sooner the plane landed, the better. He didn't like dreaming of Kagome's pain. He didn't like the feeling that rose inside of him each time he saw Kagome's face or heard Kagome's voice.
The feelings told him that Kagome was going to die soon. That was bad news to anyone. Especially him.
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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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