A/N: Ok. This is probably not that great, but whatever. I wanted to get it written, and I probably won't even worry too much about editing, seeing as I almost have a non-existent audience anyway. Anyway, sometimes my writing's better that way.
CHAPTER 4
Inuyasha caught Kikyo, as she turned onto a street next to where he lived. She looked equally as angry as him. Kikyo opened her mouth, but Inuyasha beat her to it.
"So that's it? I can't believe I ever trusted you-" Inuyasha began, not bothering to check the tone of his voice. A look of confusion fell over Kikyo's face, but it was overrun by indignation.
"You can't trust me? What are you talking about!" She questioned just as loudly, pushing back her tears.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, don't play dumb, Kikyo! You and some guy named Onigumo! You really are seeing him aren't you?" He shouted back, kicking over a nearby trashcan, which clattered loudly on the streets and rolled a good few feet, startling Kikyo. She backed away, frightened and surprised that he had found out. She was lost for words. Seeing her reaction, Inuyasha shook his head, and laughed bitterly.
"Wait a minute. You're not any better! I can't believe you'd use me like that! You're one selfish person! I thought you were better than that!" Kikyo returned, her eyes narrowing, and her hands clenching into fists. She rose, her mouth dry, and her whole body feeling tense and shaken all at once.
"What! Look who's talking! Ok, fine! You know what? You want it to be over, then it's over Kikyo!" He practically screamed at her. He picked up a glass bottle that had fallen out of the trashcan, and hurled it towards her. It shattered into countless pieces at her feet, and she cried out, terrified. Inuyasha whipped around, and stormed out of sight, almost at a run.
"I hate you Inuyasha! I should never have trusted you!" Kikyo screamed after him.
"I'll never let you have the jewel. Never," she said through clenched teeth, feeling her willpower diminish against the small stream of tears. At that moment, she hated ever having possessed the jewel. Kikyo just stood there; wanting to collapse…taking the full brunt of what just happened. She finally gave in, and sunk to the ground, hugging her knees, burying her face in her arms as the tears flowed, running past her cheeks, into her long hair, and soaking her sleeves. She shook and rocked back and forth, not caring that she was acting like a little child.
After what seemed like hours, she stood up, her face hot and stung by the tears. Almost completely drained of energy, she headed back to her house. As she slowly made her way home, the sunset wasn't warm. It wasn't beautiful. She felt the tears begin to start flowing behind her eyes, but she bit her lip until she tasted blood, refusing to cry. It was over. And there was nothing she could do about it.
When she arrived home, she didn't notice that the small house was empty. Her eye passed over the fridge, and on it was a small, yellow piece of paper, and recognized her grandma's loopy handwriting.
Kikyo, come to the hospital ASAP. Its little Kaede.
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As if things couldn't have gotten any worse. Kaede, or Little Kaede, as Kikyo and her grandma liked to call her had been in an accident that ended up injuring her in her right eye. It had happened fairly recently, and she had been brought to the hospital to have surgery. But a week after, little Kaede began saying that her eye hurt. The doctor's said it would for a while. Then she began getting headaches. Her grandma took her to the hospital today, when she found her out cold on her bedroom floor. None of it should have happened. Little Kaede was diagnosed with brain cancer. She had had it for a while, but only now did she show the symptoms. But by now, it was too late.
When Kikyo arrived home, she collapsed on the bed. Soon, they'd be planning funeral plans for her sister. God…her little sister…sweet little Kaede…Kikyo buried her face into her pillow. She heard her grandma retrieving a late night meal between sniffles. Kikyo's own stomach growled, but her body felt cold. She didn't have the energy to eat.
All of a sudden, she heard her grandma cry out. Stumbling out of her bed she rushed out to see her on the floor, groaning in pain, sweating and breathing fast. Alarmed, Kikyo dashed over to the phone and dialed 911. Trying hard to not loose focus, she gave them the information, then hung up, and dashed back to her grandma. Kikyo took her hand, spilling out words of confidence in a desperate voice, trying to convince herself that everything would all right.
The rest of the night was a blur of flashing lights, ambulance sirens, and a dark, cold night that seemed to last forever. Kikyo's grandma ended up in the hospital, and she was informed that she had had a heart attack, and they had her hooked up to a heart monitor. That's all they could do for now. But that was it. Kikyo snapped. Everything she had known was disappearing. Everything she believed in. People she loved were disappearing. Dying…abandoning her.
Kikyo's raised her head and in minutes, she found herself pushing her way out of the hospital. When she reached the parking lot, she broke into a run. Her heart began beating wildly against her chest. She ran on. Her breathing became increasingly painful. She ran on. Her legs began to throb. She ran on. Her vision blurred and her head swam. She ran on.
Eventually she found herself at the edge of the city, and a thick wood loomed in front of her. Using the last of her strength, she made her way a good deal into the trees. When she could no longer see the city behind her, night had fallen. Rain began to fall, drenching her, soaking her through to the bones. Rain drops shot down, pelting the greenery. They ran down Kikyo's face like heaven's tears. Finally, her world darkened as she allowed her eyes to close. But she never felt herself hit the ground, as her body collapsed on a wet bed of spongy moss.
A/N: Previews, when I feel like it or when I'm in a better mood.
