Chapter 2
The Days I Left Behind
The days passed quicker than the ticking of a clock. In that short time I had with Inuyasha, I barely went home. I spent every second of my free time with him. He died in his sleep, while I was laying next to him holding his hand. When I woke up, there had been no mistake about it, he was gone.
After that day I felt like I had lost the will to live. I felt like a shell from my former self, I didn't want to eat, I didn't want to sleep. I didn't want to see anyone, I didn't want to do anything. All I wanted was Inuyasha. My hand always found it's way back to the necklace around my neck, it now held two rings instead of one. One was silver, the other white-gold.
He had given me his ring before he had died. That night was still fresh in my mind. But I warded off my thoughts before they resurfaced fully. If they did I would begin crying all over again. I felt drained, it was a miracle I could still cry. That is all I could do for five days straight. I wondered if I could run out of tears.
My eyes wandered around the room, it was bare. Before it had been covered in pictures of them together, but it had been just too much. So I had packed them away in a box, which now resided under my bed.
Inside the box was also Inuyasha's diary and his sketchbook. Inside the sketchbook was all the drawings he cherished the most. Even a self portrait he had sketched looking at himself through a mirror. He put his heart into that sketchbook.
I choked back a sob. Now I knew what it was like to lose someone. And now I wish I had never had the chance to do so. It was so much worse than anything my friends had ever described. No one I knew was close to someone like I had been with Inuyasha.
If anyone tried to describe what it's like to lose apart of yourself, it's near impossible. Unless you know, you'll never know. I could ask you to put your hand over my heart, and you wouldn't know that something was wrong. Because you will never understand, that right now I feel like I can't breathe, and I feel so empty, I feel I'll never be happy again.
I once wondered if physical pain was worse then emotional. But what is worse than having a piece of your soul missing? I felt like I couldn't function right anymore.
I felt hungry, but I didn't want to eat. I was thirsty, but no matter how much water I drank my throat was always dry. There was always a bitter taste in my mouth.
Tomorrow would be his funeral. I knew I had to go, I don't know if I would have the courage to go there without falling apart all over again.
Too soon did tomorrow come, before I knew it I was standing on my front step already dressed. I don't even remember getting up that morning or getting dressed. I heard a car pull up, and looking up I saw it was Sango.
I looked down at the ground ignoring the sound of a car door slamming and footsteps coming closer to me. I felt her arms wrap around me, for a second I wanted to return the hug, but my arms hung limply at my sides. She started speaking after she let go of me.
"It's okay to…"
I looked up at her, waiting for her to continue. To maybe hear the words I had heard so many times already. 'Everything is going to be alright, he's here in your heart.' But none of that was ever enough, especially when my heart felt like it was broken into a million little pieces, so small you could pass them through the eye of a needle.
"It's okay to mourn him," she continued surprisingly me just the slightest. She gave me a smile, then continued.
"It is never easy, I know that. Just don't get used to him being gone. When you do you become numb and you forget. And you should never forget someone you love Kagome, never."
For the first time since Inuyasha was gone, I was extremely glad to have Sango as one of my best friends. I rushed forward to give her a grateful hug. I had started crying again.
Sango let go and looked at me, she pulled out a tissue and gave it to me wipe away my tears. She had made me feel better, and for the first time I smiled at her. It was small but it was still a smile. I would never forger Inuyasha.
She led me to her car and we sped off to Inuyasha's funeral. My mother and brother were already there having left early to help with the preparations.
Sango pulled up to the local cemetery. My heart clenched thinking about what lie ahead.
Sango pulled me along after helping me out of the car. We walked for a good 5 minutes until we finally reached a huge gathering and mass of black. Upon my arrival I heard a cry and was suddenly attacked by Inuyasha's mother.
She was sobbing into my black dress. She pulled back and gave me a watery smile, then led me over to where Inuyasha's casket was. It was red, his favorite color. On it were thrown flowers, I took the white rose that Sango had given on the ride here, and with a last breathe I threw it onto the casket. And with that I walked off, leaving the rest of the people to watch my retreating back.
I didn't leave, but I went to the other side of the cemetery. I was waiting until everyone else left to give him my final goodbye.
It was near dark by the time the last car had left, and I got up from the piece of grass I was sitting at and walked my way over to his newly covered grave.
The headstone was a beautiful marble and was engraved with his name, birth date, and death date, and some words about how loved he was.
Finally it all came crashing down onto me. It wasn't supposed to end this way. We were supposed to be in his room right now, talking until the sun came up. Him laughing and being his cocky self. Sketching the things he found beautiful.
I plopped down right on his grave and just stared at his headstone for a couple of minutes wiping away my tears. I didn't want the final goodbye to be like this. Finding my voice at last, I started talking.
"I miss you, you know. I'm sorry that you were the one to get…"
I paused. I couldn't even say it. It felt like I saying the worst swearword imaginable.
"But it wasn't fair, you were so young, and life is short enough. I know you're in heaven right now, I wonder if you will be reborn? I know you always believed reincarnation. You always said you were on your 7th life. Who knows maybe you were.
You always had a fascination with swords and with history. Maybe you were apart of it back then. And maybe I was too. We might have known each other then. We might know each other in the next life too. I'm hoping I will know you forever."
At that word my hand went up to grasp the two rings hanging around my neck. I gave them a little squeeze but didn't let go as I continued.
"I guess this is a goodbye, for now. I know I will come back to visit you here. I hope you're listening right now. You used to ignore me on purpose to get a fight out of me. As a matter of fact that was how we met.
But then we became the best of friends. Now you're gone and I feel like a piece of me is missing. I only hope that someday we'll see each other again. I miss you much more than I have ever missed you, and I will always miss you. I love you Inuyasha. And please Rest in Peace."
I took a deep breathe, there I had gotten everything out. Sighing I was about to get up when a deep silky voice interrupted me, making me freeze in my actions.
"Do you always loiter around graves at night?"
My head whipped in the direction of the voice and I came face to knee with the voice's body. Picking myself up I straightened to my full height coming face to chest. What the hell was this guy, the 25-foot man?
In no mood to put up with a jerk right now, I backed away two feet so I could see said jerk. My breathe caught in my throat, he was, for lack of a better word, gorgeous. He had flowing silvery hair, piercing gold eyes, and smirk plastered to his face.
He was wearing a crisp gray suit and a loosened tie that was gold, matching his eyes. In his hands were some flowers.
"Are you going to stand there gawking or answer my question?" his voice floated to my ears pulling me from my so called "gawking."
Letting out an angered sigh, my mouth opened to retort.
"What kind of jerk has no respect for the dead?" After I had spoken it felt like I had screamed my answer, and everything was silent.
"I happen to be here for the person you are standing on, so I would appreciate it if you left now," he said, or more like commanded.
"And how would you know him? Look I've know Inuyasha for a long time, yet I have never seen you," I bit back at him.
"That I find none of your concern, who I am has nothing to do with who you are, now if you please," he said. He lifted his arms and made a motion for me to leave.
I felt pissed off and not even realizing what I was doing, I stomped up to him and slapped him as hard as I could. His face barely even moved. My mouth fell open in shock.
I saw him reach down into his pocked and pull out a pack of cigarettes. Pulling one out he brought it between his lips and brought out a lighter. He flicked the lighter, lighting his cigarette, and taking a long drag from it.
He stepped around me and placed the flowers onto Inuyasha's grave. Turning back I saw him stand for just a second before grabbing my wrist and dragging me to his car. He practically threw me into the front seat.
While he was walking around to the drivers side I almost considered jumping out and yelling 'rape' and running for it. But I was too late, he had already reached the other side, and had gotten in. By this time his cigarette was down to the butt, and he flicked it out the window.
He turned the ignition on and sped away into the night. He pulled up to my house and turned the car off. He turned and looked at me. My mind was whirring. How the hell did he know where I lived?
I hurriedly undid my seat belt, and made a run for it. His eyes followed my form all the way to my door. And only after I had closed my door and locked it, did his car finally leave.
I let out a sigh of relief. Just who the hell was that guy?
A/N:
So here is the 2nd chapter of my story. Hope it was enjoyed by all you readers out there.
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