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 16th, 2006
June 18th, 2006
Edited: June 24th, 2006
If I made a sequal, would anyone read it? Let me know, please.
InterwovenEmotions: Her name will be Ophielia... I had another stupid name for her, but yours is much better... Reminds me of a flower, though.
Iknow that I had no intentions of updating until Saturday. Well, we're staying here for an extra day. So, that means that I have time, and because I have time, I will be nice and update. Alright?
Bold and Italic font are male voices. Italic font are female voices. You'll see what I'm talking about towards the end of the chapter.
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The Games We Play
Entry Thirty-Two: Sorry
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Twelve Days Until The Rebellion...
Kagome was on her bed, eyeing the bow and arrow. She didn't want to sit around and do nothing. She didn't want to wait twelve more days until she could make those bastards pay for what they had done to her. She would no longer be the passive and submissive Kagome. She was done with that.
She was going to fight back. She had decided on that much.
Kagome rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. When that didn't offer her any entertainment, she looked down at the glowing pink jewel that hung from her neck. It was beautiful. She didn't want to protect it, though. She didn't want to have to deal with it. She, honestly, wanted it to disappear so she could live a normal life.
If she wished for something that was so blatantly selfish, it wouldn't work. You had to wish for something that would benefit someone else. What was there to wish for? Could she wish that Sesshoumaru lived a happy life? Could she wish that Miroku's wind tunnel vanish? She sighed and shook her head. That wouldn't work, either. She had selfish motives behind her good-hearted wishes.
Kagome groaned then turned and faced her wall. She was so bored and tired of waiting for the chance! They could attack him now. They were ready to attack him now! Why weren't they going to do it? It was like throwing away thousands of dollars simply becuase it wasn't given to you on your birthday. Kagome groaned once more and rolled off her bed. She didn't wince. She just stared at the ceiling.
She was bored beyond belief. She looked down at the pink jewel that rested on her collarbone. After a few more moments, she jumped up and began to pace around her room. Not doing anything was making her go insane. She looked at her sword and her bow and arrows. She gave them a long, hard glare then smiled. She was going to do it. She let out a deep laugh and picked up the sword.
A pink energy began to flow from her hand and into the sword, causing it to glow pink. Her miko powers were working. She was fully able to channel them into her weapons. With one more grin, she set the sword down and began to change clothes.
- - -
Sesshoumaru sat on his bed, staring at his two swords; Tokijin and Tensaiga. He had managed to learn all the skills in two days. Mastering those skills so he could use them at any time with little concentration was another thing. That would be the hard part.
Sesshoumaru groaned and fell backwards onto his bed. His entire body was tired. He had no idea that using swords with powers could drain a demon's energy so fast. He assumed that he would not need sleep tonight since he slept last night. No, he needed it badly. He could feel the exhaustion fighting for control of his body.
What was it fighting with? It wasn't like there was anything inside of Sesshoumaru that was protesting sleep. Okay, so there was one thing, but that shouldn't have put up such a fight.
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and slowly peeled off his clothing. He hated the smell of sweat. He would have to clean his room as soon as he got the chance. He pulled the blanket up towards his chest and attempted to sleep. Okay, now there were two parts of his body that were refusing to sleep.
His brain wouldn't calm down, damn it!
Sesshoumaru growled, trying to threaten his brain into submission. It didn't work. He sat up, the blanket resting around his bare hips. Something was wrong. He could feel it. He didn't get it, though. What could possibly be wrong at- he looked at the clock -two in the fucking morning!
He was beyond frustrated. He was plain pissed off.
Sesshoumaru slowly pulled himself from bed and pulled on his pants. He was about to do the same with his shirt, but he didn't. He smelled enough of sweat as it was. He stood up strait and his back cracked.
Sesshoumaru began to prowl around the halls, trying to relieve himself of this feeling. He hated feeling that something was wrong. Thinking that Rin might once again be ill, he peeked into her room. He let a microscopic smile appear as he watched her sleeping form. He whispered a few words of endearment to her then continued to prowl around the house.
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Eleven Days Until The Rebellion...
"Miroku?" Sango asked in a soft voice. She wore nothing except for her butterfly pajamas. Miroku's eyes slowly opened and he looked at Sango. The pervert in his mind woke up faster than the rest of him, and he gave her a grin.
"Come to ask for a favor?" Miroku asked. Luckily for him, Sango didn't pick up the implications he was making. If she had, he would have woken up much quicker. Sango nodded and gently slipped towards the side of his bed. She had stayed the night with him, since she wasn't comfortable being alone at her house.
"I wanted to know if I could... umm... Share a bed with you." She whispered gently. Miroku smiled and took a note of the blush that crept upon her face. He could see it, even through the dark. Miroku slowly moved over, making room for Sango. A smile cept on her face as she got under the covers.
Miroku hugged her close, enjoying the feeling of being near her. He loved her so dearly, and he silently prayed that she would feel the same way for him. He stroked her hair and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
"I'm scared." Sango admitted to him. He knew that it was hard for her to take down her tough-girl facade and let people know she was afraid. It was like him trying to forever stop being a pervert.
"It's alright, Sango... Nothign will happen to us." Miroku said. Sango let out a sob, sending a jolt of guilt through Miroku.
"He hurt people in my family just for power, Miroku. I hate him. I had a nightmare of me killing him, but there was blood everywhere... I hate the feeling of blood and it was just haunting my dreams." Sango admitted. Miroku hugged her closer in attempt to soothe her.
"It will be fine, Sango. If you are scared, then you are not required to fight. If you want to harm him for what he did to your family, then you may fight. Do whatever you feel comforable with, regardless of what it does for others." Miroku said. Sango looked at him, tears filling her brown eyes.
Sango pressed her lips against Miroku's in attempt to convey her emotions to him. Her mask of being tough was lost, and she had so many things she wished to tell him while it was gone. So many things to tell him, but no words were needed.
That night, she let out a scream of pain as her virginity was taken from her. Unlike Kagome, she was willing to do it. She silently thanked Kagome for helping her realize how important such a thing was. After the pain from losing such a thing subsided, she and Miroku clashed their bodies against each other.
- - -
Kagome walked through the streets, her breath visible. It was cold, she was pissed, and no one knew where she was going. She was thankful for that. She stalked through the city, heading towards the outskirts. Her arrows were in her quiver that rested on her hip. Her bow was in her hand. Her sword was sheathed and on her other hip.
Tonight, he would pay for everything he had done to her. In fact, he and Naraku would pay for what they had done to her.
They had violated her. They had taken her innocence and ignorance and trashed it. She was forced to grow up sooner than she needed to. She was forced into never living up her childhood. Because of those two, she was forced to do almost everything that she didn't want to do.
Kagome touched the pink jewel around her neck. She knew it was stupid to bring it, but she had to. She couldn't leave it at her house under the bed in case someone else knew where she had kept it. Besides, she had a spell on it. With the spell, they would not be able to sense the jewel's immense powers. They would just see it as an ordinary pink orb.
Kagome was the only one who could see it glowing.
Kagome stopped as she got to the address that Akito said they were staying at. She briefly thought of knocking, but quickly decided against it. If they weren't going to be kind to her because she wouldn't roll over and play dead, she would respond in kind.
Kagome opened the door and pulled out an arrow. She wasn't quite sure of her abilities yet. She knew archery, briefly, from what Souta taught her. But that was nothing. She only knew how to shoot from a few distances, and it required more concentration than she was able to give.
She would have to switch weapons sometime through the fight. She knew that much.
Kagome walked through the blackness. Because she could see the jewel glow she could see a bit of where she was going. She jumped as she ran into something. The light flicked on automatically and an alarm went off. She looked at what she had run into. A statue. She smiled at her expectation of it being Naraku or Andrew.
Kagome heard a thudding coming from another direction. She turned her head and saw Naraku coming from the stairs. He stopped when he saw her and he smiled. It wasn't a warm smile. It was a cold-hearted smile that told her he craved spilling her blood. Fear filled her being as she pried her attention away from him.
Andrew came down another set of stairs and stared at Kagome. Kagome fought her body. Her body was going to tense up, but she didn't want it to. She wouldn't let Andrew have the frozen effect on her anymore. She was going to prove to him that he shouldn't have messed with her.
Andrew approached her and Kagome stood strait. She placed her left foot in front of her right, like Souta had taught her. She placed the arrow in it's spot and pulled it and the string back. She held the string and the tail of the arrow against her cheek as she steadied herself. Andrew was moving, and it was making it hard to concentrate on hitting him.
Kagome slowly began to push power into her arrow. It began to glow, first white, then pink. Once Kagome believed she had a clear shot, she let the arrow go. The pink light surrounded it as it headed strait for Andrew. She was going to finish him off for what he had done. After him, she would work on Naraku.
Andrew moved, the pink light of her powers barely touching him. He let out a grunt and Kagome looked at his arm. The light itself had burnt a part of his shirt off and had burned his bicep badly. She smiled with triumph and placed her quiver and bow down. She was unable to use them right now, since most of this would be close-ranged.
Kagome pulled out her sword and briefly admired the silver-blue blade. She watched as Andrew's anger became more and more evident. She ran at him, her sword positioned near her left hip. When she was close enough, she swung the blade at Andrew. He ducked. He punched her.
Kagome felt her lungs let out everything they had held and her heart skip a few beats. While she attempted to regain her breath, she struggled to figure out where she was hit. She figured it to be somewhere on her stomach, since that was the part that hurt most. But not for long. She stood around long enough to give Andrew a clear shot to her.
Andrew had tripped her and her back fell against the hard flooring. She winced as the ground hit somewhere familiar.
Crack. That's what she heard when he bashed her head against the bed frame for the ninth time. Kagome had just enough strength to look over at Kimi. There was blood. There was blood coming from her mouth, from her ears, and tears coming from her eyes. Craaack. Kagome's head slammed against the bed post once more and her mind went black.
Kagome knew her body had frozen. She hated herself for it. Here she was, trying to prove that she was strong. That she could take care of herself. But what the fuck did her body do? It froze. She strugged to control it once more as Andrew kicked the sword away from her hand.
Damn. The plan she had been trying to work on needed the sword. Naraku said something, which distracted Andrew. Kagome shot up as quickly as her stiff body would allow her. She knelt down, while running, and grasped her blade once again.
"You think you're a big girl, huh?" Naraku asked. Kagome almost looked behind her, but she recognized the trap. Distract her while Andrew moved in closer for a hit. Kagome pushed her powers into the sword. It glowed pink in no time, and she held it near her left hip.
"Why didn't you use a gun?" Andrew asked as he got closer. Conversation was another distractor, but she didn't care. She could pay attention to the conversation and to killing him at the same time, right?
"Demons like you two can dodge guns easily. There would be no challenge for you two to move out of the way, and you could even get the guns and use them on us." Kagome said. After she had spoken, she instantly regretted it. She would have hit herself, but it didn't need to be done.
The sword fell from Kagome's hands as Andrew punched her with all his demon strength. Kagome had never known that you could really go flying from a punch. She thought it was just an effect that movies created to make it more dramatic. Now she knew different.
Kagome caught a few seconds in air, which scared her. She was going to hit the ground, and it was going to hurt. She wasn't able to feel the ground, and that caused her to tense up even more. Kagome's body went against the hard floors and bounced a few times. It bounced? Kagome didn't know your body would bounce after hitting the floor.
Apparently, there were a lot of things she didn't know. Too bad she didn't know these things earlier.
Kagome felt herself sliding backwards, away from Andrew and away from her sword. Her body hit somthing behind her. By that time, her vision had blurred. She stared at a trail of red she left. Blood; more specifically, her blood. Kagome tried to fight the darkness and get up to fight Andrew once more. It didn't work. Her body went limp and her mind gave into the rest.
Kagome knew that people always said 'don't go into the light'. She couldn't help it. There was darkness all around her and she wanted nothing more than to run from it. There was light, and she ran to it. She embraced it. When she was in the light, there were voices around her. Not people, just voices.
"Did he really kill her?"
"She shouldn't be here yet! She's too early!"
"How are we going to send her back?"
"I'm on it!"
- - -
The night was restless for more than one person. Ophielia groaned as she began to drive to another crime scene. This just annoyed her. Why did people have to commit crimes in the dead of night? Especially the nights that people had decided to put her on call. She would get them for it. If they didn't promote her, she would aim for revenge.
She drove to the outskirts of town, her cerulean blue eyes scanning the area. She didn't see any obvious trouble-makers. Then again, the people who caused real problems were always discreet and looking normal. But there was no one on the streets to the human eye.
To Ophielia's trained demon senses, there were millions of people on the street. Each one of them had a unique scent to them. Each scent was a suspect for who committed this stupid crime. She rubbed her eyes sleepily and stepped out of the black car. Her black hair was short, with red tips. Just another thing her demon heritage gave her.
She turned around and watched the fire truck, ambulance, and other people come. It was now four in the morning. Surely they were tired too. Then again, they would most likely be used to the night shifts. She, on the other hand, was not used to them. She had worked twelve hours earlier in the day- technically, yesterday -and only a few hours of sleep.
"What was the call?" A fireman asked. Ophielia turned to him and tried to force a smile. It didn't work. The smile was stubborn.
"Someone called saying that they heard crashing sounds coming from here. From the smell of it, there was a fight. I can't be too sure, yet." She replied. The fireman nodded and began to head towards the doors. She watched as he opened it, making sure that there was nothing harmful on the other side. After the reassurance, Ophielia walked into the abandon warehouse.
It was a large floor on the bottom. Two stair sets as far away from the door as possible, facing east and west. Facing each other. She looked to her right and saw a statue. She didn't care who it was of. She looked a few feet ahead of it and noticed that there was a bow and arrows set down. Someone knew this was coming and knew it would be a one-on-one battle that arrows couldn't help.
In the center of the room, towards the stairs, a blue-silver sword rested. There was an emblem on it that told her a miko was meant to control it. She glanced at the bow and arrows. The same emblem was on those. A miko had come here for something. Why? Was she the bad guy or the victim? Ophielia couldn't imagine a miko using her powers for harm. They rarely did.
"How long has it been since the call?" Someone from the ambulance team asked. She groaned.
"Gee. I'm here at four in the fucking morning to answer a call. I think they called while I was on duty and I just now got around to answering the call. Use your brain!" She snapped. She had to admit, she wasn't one of the most pleasant people to be around.
"Look. She's holding a slip of paper." One of the officers said. Ophielia watched as he picked it up. He read it over then handed it to her.
"Sorry? What is she sorry for?" The officer instantly asked. Ophielia's nose twitched as she tried to figure things out.
"She came here alone against two demons and another human. I think she just did the classic Look-What-I-Can-Do stunt..." Ophielia replied. She watched as an officer knelt down. He sighed then walked away.
"Olia, you can use her for the investigation." He said.
"Thanks..." Ophielia replied to her nickname and knelt down next to the body. She appeared to be no older than eighteen. No doubt she was still in high school. She had black hair, soul-less brown eyes, and was about 5'6 or so. Blood came from her throat.
"Why are you using her in the investigation Olia," This guy was trying too hard to hit on her. Tonight would be a long night with the stupid horny young partner she was granted. "Doesn't the ambulance have to look at her and help her and all?" The dimwit asked. God, Ophielia moaned, the academy will graduate ANYONE these days!
"The fact that she has zero pulse, no body heat, and her eyes have glazed over don't tell you that she might be beyond the point of helping, huh 'tard!" She snapped. The stupid officer she was working with instantly backed down and began attempting an intellegent conversation with the paramedics.
"Hey, Donny... Will you put her in a body bag and have her taken to Station 9's morgue? I want to get a closer look at her after I get some coffee and breakfast." She said. The medic nodded then began to do as she asked. Just as she was walking to her car, hoping to ditch the retard of an officer, he followed, bouncing around her like a puppy.
Yes, tonight was going to be a long night.
- - -
Sesshoumaru woke from his sleep for the ninteenth time that night. It was four in the morning, and something kept waking up. He looked around, but he couldn't see Rin anywhere. No one was in his room other than him and Kagome's pets. Quickly, he wondered how Buyo and Kimbo came to be in there.
Oh yes, they were brought here after the accident. It has been quite a while since I was home. By the look of Buyo, I think Inuyasha has been taking care of them.
Sesshoumaru smiled and reached down to stroke the cat's head. It meowed then went off the bed to find another place to sleep. Apparently, it wasn't high on the Oh-Pet-Me priority.
Sesshoumaru rested against the bed once more, but his eyes wouldn't close. He couldn't calm his mind down. Something was wrong. It was the same feeling that he had when he was flying in. The feeling that something was going wrong. Images from the previous nightmare flashed through his head. Kagome had taken on Naraku and Andrew alone.
In his nightmares- he had it six times so far -Kagome was punched by the bastard, Andrew. She would go flying back and her body would bounce a few times. Then she would run into a wall and make a dent in it. Her eyes would close and, after a while, open. Then her eyes became soul-less.
Sesshoumaru wished that his nightmares weren't so life-like. It was making it hard for him to do anything. He looked at his nightstand at the address that Andrew and Naraku were going to be at. Acting on a whim, he got up, dressed himself, and left the house with Kimbo on his leash.
Kimbo knew something was wrong, too. He kept trying to run there. When Sesshoumaru got halfway there, the sun began to rise. He looked down at the tired dog and decided that he would have to go later. It bothered him, though. He felt a desire- a need -to go and check the place out.
He reluctantly turned around and walked the exhausted dog home. Perhaps he would look at it later... Perhaps...
- - -
"So, did you get his attention?" The female asked.
"Yes, but the stupid dog..." A male voice said.
"We have to get someone to notice. Much longer and she'll be stuck." A different female voice replied.
"There's nothing more for us to do other than wait... When she wakes up, we'll know that we lost the battle." The male voice replied.
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I am not yours. I am not something for you to hold and use. I am myself, and I will NOT allow you to take claim over me. I will show you that I am not weak. I used to be weak, but I will not be that way anymore. I will be strong. I will show you that you will pay for what you have done to me. I will fight back now. Are you ready? I warn you, do not expect a weak girl to fight you. Expect me, the Holy Demon.
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Review Replies:
I Support Violence-Welcome The HAVOC- I agree with your pen name. Heh. Well, since you asked, I will tell you. Sesshoumaru told her that he did not wish for her to be hurt. He said that he cared about her too fucking much to stand by and let her risk her life... Not as dirty as what you were thinking, huh?
NekoYasha101- Everyone who knows I am going camping has had to ask me if it was Sunday or Saturday. I don't understand why it's so hard to remember...
Secret-Punk-Rocker- Really? Phew. I thought I was the only one who felt it and got all pissy and angry for nothing as a result... Oh, sorry if that was TMI. I hae a bad habit of telling some people more than they need to know.
Youkaimei- Yes, I am thinking of creating a sequal. I forgot what I was going to have it on, though... Crap... I'll have to dig through my shitty memory in a moment. And the gifts are working wonders. Even if voodoo dolls don't work, I'm able to examine how far things fly when something explodes. That is useful information that you'll see me using soon...
Pickle-dono- If the blood washed away from our porch, we would have been able to save a lot of money when we moved out of our house. We had to get it repaved because people were really grossed out by it and wouldn't pay what we were asking them to pay...
kibayoukai- 12 hours! How can you read for 12 hours strait? Then again, I have serious A.D.D. problems and it's hard for me to be able to pay attention for 12 seconds.
WinterhartZahneelCalina- How can you be thinking of the prologue, the story, and the sequal at once! I'm lucky if I can think of the story itselflong enough to finish it. Man. You must have serious ADD problems (which would be why you're making all three at once), or you have great attention span (if you can work on them all at once).
Blue Dart- Don't worry about your review sounding a little cheap. I actually thought it was cute. And I will go into more depth of Kagome's friends' histories, if I can fit it into the story. I'm working on it, but very slowly. And, if it makes you feel any better, you don't sonud like a creepy 20-y.o. You sound like I do. We're the same age, ya know... Oh, thanks for the glomp. It's much appreciated.
KAGSESSKYO- I'm going to take a random guess and assume you watch Fruits Basket. Is there another Kyo in another anime or are you another F.B fan? Sorry, that's totallyoff topic. As for your question. No lemons and possibly no kissing in this story. I'm going to make a sequal (I have yet to figure out what it'll be about), and those things will definitely be in there. As for if they'll hook up... I could tell you, but I'd have to strap duct tape to your mouth for eternity. Why kill you?
XbangX- It does help to know that people outside of my family know about it. And I'm sorry tha tyou had to go through that too. It tears me apart to think about it happening to me, even worse to my sister, even worse to other people...
If I made a sequal, would anyone read it? Let me know, please.
Holy fuck! There are a lot of people I replied to! I can't believe how many of you there are!
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