Summary: Having a blessing means that you will have a curse at another time in life. Protecting the jewel is no different. With the Curse of the Shikon No Tama- something unknown to those who haven't protected it -Kagome is starting to lose hope. If something isn't done soon, she may lose more than that... Sequel to The Games We Play
Rated M. Why? Because the first one was nasty and full of gore. This one is likely to be just as bad, maybe worse… Also because I have a twisted, sadistic mind…
"Talking" (duh)
'Thinking'
Dates Written:
July 11th, 2006
July 14th, 2006
July 15th, 2006
This chapter is dedicated to everyone who noticed that the ending battle was just a little too easy... I congratulate you... Actually, only one or two people mentioned that the battle was rather easy... If you're one of the people who picked up on it (you know who you are), then this chapter is for you.
Oh, how strange... I was reading The Games We Play to see what Andrew looked like... I got completely absorbed in my own story. I was reading it like I wasn't the one who wrote it. Isn't that strange?
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The Hearts We Break
Chapter Three: Personal Followers
Edited By: InterwovenEmotions
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She would pay. She had really assumed him to be that stupid. She really had expected him to be so easy to defeat. She had thought she could defeat him so simply.
She was stupid and she was pissing him off.
Of course, she had done a few things that caught him off guard. She had been alive when he believed her to be dead. She had staged a fight that he, although he hated admitting it, had believed to be real. She was smart. He smiled freely and looked into the soul-less eyes of his reincarnation. Thanks to her, he knew exactly what had happened in the battle.
"Kanna... Show me the location of the jewel." His deep voice sounded throughout the entire room. It echoed off the walls and the white-haired girl nodded. She shifted the position of the mirror she had been holding and an image appeared. Kagome was on the phone with someone; he didn't really care as to who it was. She was chatting and mentioning that they needed to go to the mall so she could help alleviate some of her stress.
A feral smile appeared on the man's face as he waved Kanna away. He looked around the dark room, sighing. He had waited two years to get to her. Not just him, but Andrew as well. He stood up and walked to the door. He opened it, allowing a demon to enter the room and look around. Bright green eyes met blood red ones. They knew each other; the look in green-eyes confirmed it.
"Naraku." Green-eyes greeted with a formal nod of his head.
"Andrew." Naraku replied as he closed the door behind them. He sat down in a chair, leaving Andrew to stand on the other side of the desk.
"It's been two years..." Andrew trailed off. Two years of merely fantasizing about the woman who had the perfect body. Two years of reminiscing of the days he was able to rape her almost as much as he wanted. Two years since they faked death and faked being weak. Amazing how Kagome had believed that it was so easy. Perhaps they had ought to teach her another lesson.
"Yes, it has... Now, the proposition I have is much better than that of last time... You will be able to control Kagome as you wish, if all works out." Naraku said with a grin. Andrew's eyes flashed with all the things he would love to do to her. And she would have to listen to him. The idea sounded wonderful.
"What do you want me to do?" Andrew asked, his eyes flashing with the darkness and madness that he had in him.
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Kagome curled up on the bed, holding her abdomen in pain. It hurt. If she didn't know any better, she would think she was pregnant. But that wasn't possible. The last time a man had entered her was when Andrew raped her. If she were to willingly sleep with someone before marriage, then her powers would be taken away from her.
Kagome whined in pain as her stomach began turning. She had taken the medicine, hadn't she? She glanced over at the bottle of pills, her eyes flashing in curiosity. What if she had twice the recommended dosage? Would it hurt her? Kill her? Kagome decided she didn't care. If it got rid of her pain, then she would live with whatever the harmful result was.
Kagome grabbed the pills and swallowed them whole, not needing any form of liquid to help her. She felt her stomach turn once more and rushed towards the bathroom. Once she had gotten through the door, she began going into a coughing fit. At least she wasn't coughing up blood this time.
Kagome's ears would have perked if she were a demon. The sound of the door closing caused her to peek her head out towards the front door of the apartment. Sesshoumaru wasn't supposed to be home yet. Kagome stared in that direction for a while before shrugging it off. She had mistaken herself, that's all.
Kagome stood up and began to pull on proper clothes, rather than the large T-Shirt she had previously been wearing. She, Sango, and Kikyou were going to go shopping. She wouldn't be able to buy anything unless she asked Sesshoumaru. And, quite frankly, she was a bit scared of him at the moment.
She had never known Sesshoumaru to have a temper. Sure, he got angry with other people, but usually when she wasn't around. But, this was the first time he had directed the anger and frustration towards her. She hated it. She hated the idea of him being mad at her and being upset with her. It just ate her out.
Kagome glanced at her college books. She was on Christmas break right now, thankfully. But she still hadn't touched the work her professors had given her. 'I'll do it when I get home.' Kagome thought as she pulled a sweater over her head. She grabbed the pills and put them in her purse, just in case she got sick again.
As Kagome grabbed her car keys and headed out the front door, her mind went to her schooling. She had gone to college simply because the idea of being completely done with school was still strange to her. She was taking general courses, since she really didn't care.
Why was she wasting the money on tuition and books? Why didn't she just quit going to college and just... Be like Sango and Kikyou. Sango had gotten married and had two kids. Kikyou had gotten married and was working on having her first. What kept Kagome from doing the same things as them? What kept her from being normal?
Her grip tightened on the steering wheel as her answer came to her. 'The Shikon No Tama... Andrew... Naraku... Souta, Ophielia, and Grandpa...' Her mind listed everyone and the one object that had kept her from having such a hard life.
She didn't like it at all. She wanted to be normal. She wanted to have average grades, a husband, and a kid or two. She wanted to start her life, not just watch it slowly dissolve from under her own eyes. The Shikon No Tama was the source of everything that had happened. Andrew and Naraku would not have tracked her if she never held it. Souta and Ophielia wouldn't have been murdered if she didn't protect it...
Her grandfather died of old age... The jewel shouldn't have affected him too much. Still... Kagome couldn't help but think that her grandfather's death wasn't natural. He was still pretty lively, even if his health was failing. He showed no signs that old people show when they start dying. Even Sesshoumaru had to agree there.
So, if someone had killed him and her brother along with his fiancé... Who would have done it? No one knew about the Shikon No Tama. Even though she wore it on her neck each and every day, no one knew about it. She was able to conceal the power that was radiating out of it. She was the only one who could sense it and see its glow.
Kagome fingered the necklace as it hung around her neck. Who knew about it? Naraku and Andrew did... But they were dead. Did they tell any others about it before they died? Perhaps they did what Souta had done; they went on a chat board and told everyone who she was and what she possessed.
Only, there was a difference between motives. Souta did it out of misplaced anger. They did it out of pure hatred and malice towards Kagome...
That was, if they did it... There was still doubt about that.
Kagome let out a heavy sigh as she parked the car in the mall's parking lot. It was the same mall in which they had staged a fight to throw off Andrew and Naraku. Using that fight, they were then able to defeat them. Kagome's mind shifted gears as she began walking towards the front of the mall. She would meet her friends in the food court, just as she had done before.
And, yes, she was perfectly aware that there was a man with no fashion sense following her. He had a black Ford truck and Pimp Daddy rims. What was he wearing? What would any amateur stalker wear? What else but a striped shirt that looked like he just escaped from prison, a black trench coat, and large and dark sunglasses, with a pair of jeans.
'If you're gonna go for the Goth-stalker look, at least finish it rather than leaving it half-undone...' Kagome mentally scolded. She approached her two friends, smiling. Sango was sitting down with her daughter in her arms, and Kikyou was eating lord-knows-what.
"Hey, guys!" Kagome greeted cheerily. She would be happy around them, even though she was somewhat concerned with the man following her. She sat down, looking at Kikyou and her NASCAR baseball cap. Kagome cautiously leaned over to see what she was eating. It looked like it had once been ice cream.
"Mustard and ketchup mixed with vanilla ice cream." Sango said. Kagome looked at her and her face drained of color.
"I'm surprised you can even look at that, let alone eat it..." Kagome managed to spit out. Kikyou looked up at her with a clueless expression on her face.
"Try it, Kagome!" Before Kagome could protest, a spoonful of Mustard and Ketchup- and did she taste salt? -Ice cream was shoved into her mouth. Kagome waited until Kikyou had pulled the spoon out from between her lips before she reacted.
Slowly and calmly, Kagome approached the trash can. She spit it out, and then felt her stomach turn. She could feel the sharp pain in her abdomen slowly creating a nauseous feeling in her gut. She didn't have time to make it to the bathroom, and vomitted in the trash can. Slowly, after she was sure she had recovered, she returned to the table.
"I was going to tell you guys that I have an ulcer... I throw up at the littlest of things, like eating when I'm not hungry." Kagome explained. Kikyou's expression was solemn before her eyes began to fill with tears. Kagome quickly figured out what was happening and sent a helpless look to Sango. Sango gave her a look, shaking her head.
There was no escaping Kikyou's mood swing.
"Oh, Kagome! I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have done it! I shouldn't have given you a spoonful! I should have known that you had an ulcer or that something wasn't right! Oh, Kagome! I'm so sorry!" Kikyou wailed. She hugged Kagome tightly, sobbing for an unknown reason. Kagome wasn't quite sure that she understood what was worth crying about.
'This must be how men feel when women cry over stupid things...' She finally concluded.
After chatting for a while, the three girls began to wander around the mall. None of them were all too intent on buying things, but it would be nice to get ideas for what they each wanted for Christmas. After all, the big holiday was coming up soon and no one had any idea what the other wanted.
"You guys... Did you know I had my own personal followers?" Kagome asked discreetly. Sango and Kikyou both looked at her in curiosity. She sounded like she was going to starting to cult or something... Actually, it sounded like it had been started already.
"What?" Sango was the first one able to find words. She knew that Kagome was weird and said random things... But this was beyond what she was used to.
"There are two men following me... They've been following me since we got here." Kagome said.
"Do they know about...?", Kikyou trailed off, knowing full well that Kagome knew the rest of the sentence. 'Do they know about the Shikon No Tama? God, I hope not...' Kagome thought as they turned to go into Victoria's Secret. Sango's request, but Kagome was willing.
"Geez... Here's a redneck joke right here. If you're eight months pregnant and going into Victoria's Secret to see what you want for Christmas... You might be a redneck." Kikyou teased as she began walking around with her friends. Like really, how often did you see pregnant women shopping for sexy lingerie?
"Hey, Kagome! What do you think Miroku will think if I wore this for him?" Sango asked as she held up a few pieces that were, apparently, supposed to be a bra and panties. Kagome stared.
"I think that he won't see it. It's pretty small, Sango." Kagome remarked. Sango smiled, shaking her head.
"Kikyou, are the creepy men stupid enough to come in here?" Kagome quietly asked. Kikyou glanced at her friend then behind her on the pretense of looking at underwear on a mannequin ass. She made a sound, telling Kagome that the men were in fact in the store.
"Sango... I need to go. I don't want to bring anything against you guys... Besides, I need to know what's going on." Kagome whispered. Sango nodded and hugged her.
"I'll be sure to recommend Sesshoumaru to getting you a gift card for this place." Sango teased as Kagome left. Kagome looked back just long enough to stick her tongue out at Kagome. Sure, it was a childish thing to do, but who said you couldn't do childish things?
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Sesshoumaru let out a heavy sigh as he stared at the sticky note on the fridge. That was Kagome's way of remembering things, although he couldn't see why. She rarely ate and the fridge wasn't in a place that she passed by too often. Still, somehow she managed to remember when there was a sticky...
Don't forget to get movers to sell all the furniture... Perhaps we'll be moving there...?
What did that mean? Sesshoumaru racked his head for a moment before it came to him. Oh yes, her mother. She was speaking of dying and asking Kagome to sell everything inside the house. Kagome didn't want to, but her mother was very persistent on the subject. So... Kagome said she would. Her mother said that all she wanted was enough to stay in her nursing home so she could die peacefully.
He remembered how much that had hurt Kagome to hear. She had lost her brother, her friend/his wife, and her grandfather. Sesshoumaru wasn't sure if her mother's death would do anything but make her go insane. He had heard of it, but never seen it. He had heard of people going mad from something happening to them; a certain situation that just made them snap and they never recovered.
Like what Kyoko had done; only she recovered. If Kyoko died, Kagome wouldn't be able to recover.
Sesshoumaru growled at the thought and opened up the refrigerator to begin making dinner. Kagome wasn't home, and he had just gone grocery shopping. He would make food while she was out. Then, hopefully, when she got back she would be able to eat. Sesshoumaru narrowed his eyes as he began to smell the milk to see if it was safe.
He hated having to treat Kagome like she was one of his patients. He hated having to be a doctor after he got home. If Kagome would just talk to someone- didn't have to be him -then he would be at ease, knowing she was able to get her problems out of her mind. As soon as they were out of her mind, her ulcer would most likely just leave.
But Kagome wasn't giving that any chance. She was just... absorbing her own pain. She was causing her own destruction. Did she realize it? Sesshoumaru would guess that she didn't. He would guess that she thought she was helping people. Kagome was always the type who didn't want to burden others. That desire to not burden people became an obsession when she refused to speak to others about her problems.
It seemed she was petrified of telling people that there were things wrong with her. Perhaps it was an illusion? Perhaps she believed that if she were just able to make other people think she was fine (by not talking about her problems), that she would soon feel fine... Didn't she know that hidden emotions came back with a nasty vendetta and a horrible bite?
Sesshoumaru hated to say it, but he was pretty sure she was about to find out the hard way. Getting her to speak before she had to learn that would take a lot of who-knows-what. Patience? Definitely, because Kagome is stubborn. Dedication? Definitely, for the same reason that patience will be needed.
Now, he just had to find someone who was patient and dedicated...
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One too many words. One too many thoughts. One too many suggestions. One too many deaths. One too many fake smiles. One too many times of acting like everything is going right. When will this end? The guilt haunts me at night and the visions haunt me in the day... Or is it the other way around? Who knows what to think anymore...
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Who was the person who was asking about Kanna during The Games We Play? There was someone who liked her and asked if they would see her or not... Who was that? Well, turns out that you will be seeing her. I honestly didn't plan this...
How sad is it that I don't plan what'll happen in my own stories? Heh. Just about everything I do is done on a whim... That's probably a bad habit, huh?
Review Replies:
RaspberrySorbet- I intend to give this a happy ending, since I have no desire to create another story and possibly ruin what I already have... Do I even have anything? Feels like there aren't many reviews anymore... Hmm...
InterwovenEmotions- Ah. That will be the last death... That Kagome will mourn over... Hee hee hee. I couldn't help saying it. Sorry! And, yes, sequels are hard to get ideas for. I generally don't do them just because sequels tend to be much worse than originals... I intend to avoid that as much as possible, though...
Veata- Awww... I will miss hearing from you... But, when you get back, I expect to have a new chapter up. You're leaving for camping the day after I fly up to see my sisters, did you know that? Well... You said you loved that Kagome said it and Miroku's reaction. Then Sango's reaction to Miroku's reaction. I had forgotten what I wrote, and had to go and look... Glad you loved it, though!
Kira-Jayde- Don't worry about me updating too fast. With as little reviews as I seem to be getting (is everyone leaving internet access as a part of their vacation or what?), I'm sure that I won't be updating too fast. And I feel so bad that you have to sit in a cold library just to read the stuff! I'll send you a computer! ...No, wait... It's being fixed... Nevermind... Oh, thanks for reading my stories, even if you didn't review often. You don't know how happy it makes me.
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