Chapter 2

It was all over the news. The girl who had killed herself in her bedroom. That's what most knew her as, but her friends knew her as Chelsea Tamohi. When the police had arrived, their only lead behind her death was the name she had written on her arm. Sesshoumaru. They had tracked him down and when they had found him and told him, he broke down. He felt that his world had came crashing down on him, the little pieces turning to dust, impossible to be put together. He told them that he had loved her and he had seen her that night for a project. He couldn't say much after that, he had passed out on his doorstep. Sesshoumaru awoke in his bedroom, lightheaded and groggy.

"Hey, big bro." came a voice from the door. Turning his attention to it, he saw Inuyasha walk in with a bowl of soup and a cup of water and some aspirin. Sesshoumaru looked at Inuyasha and noticed that he would not look at him. He played through what had happened that morning. His eyes widened and he could feel tears pricking his eyes. Looking away, he did not want Inuyasha to see him cry. He could smell tears and looked back and saw him crying.

"She's gone…never...coming…back.." He left the room in a hurry and slammed the front door. Sesshoumaru sat up in bed and slid out. He grasped the banner for support and made his way to the kitchen where he grabbed his keys and left the house, soup forgotten.

He looked at the building in front of him, the crime scene tape still there. Sesshoumaru walked up to the house silently. The sky was dark, as if it knew what had happened. He could tell it would rain soon. He made it to the door and silently slid it open and went up the stairs. A woman walked out from the kitchen and looked up the stairs to see Sesshoumaru almost up to the room, though she did not stop him. He reached her door and reached for the door knob but stopped. Was he strong enough to open the door? The smell of blood was strong enough and if he opened it the smell would defiantly be stronger. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open and his eyes widened at the scene. His stomach churned at the smell and sight of the room. Blood was all over the floor and the smell was too much. Sesshoumaru fell backwards and pushed himself away from the room, holding his mouth trying not to puke. Chelsea's mother came up the stairs and grasped him shoulder and helped him down to the kitchen.

Sesshoumaru took a sip of his tea. "It really happened."

Midori nodded sadly. "Yes, she is gone. Never coming back."

He looked up to see her start crying. She excused herself and ran to her room. Sesshoumaru sighed and stood up and left the house. He passed the God Tree and looked at it. The branches were swaying in the wind and moaned with sadness. It's precious miko was gone and it was sad. He lightly ran his hand across the bark and left.

School was unusually quiet. Chelsea's death had affected so many people especially Sango and Miroku and Inuyasha. The three sat under the tree where they would normally meet every morning. Sango had puffy eyes and was still sniffling. Miroku had cried but kept it in. Inuyasha was like Sango but didn't care if anyone saw him cry. His best friend and crush was gone. Rumors spread around the school that she did it just go get attention and that her mother was beating her. Sango would put a stop to those rumors by beating people unconscious. She was already suspended from school for a few days and she had detention. It didn't matter, nothing would bring Chelsea back to them. The projects went on as planned, each group finishing and presenting except for Sesshoumaru. Sure, he had done the work but never turned it in. Myoga-sensei even offered that even if it was not done he would still get a good grade. Sesshoumaru didn't care. It wouldn't bring her back to him. Nothing worked. Half the time he never even showed up for class. He couldn't stand being in the same place where she once was. His parents kept telling him to move on, it would get better, but he never listened. One day he heard about this woman, Orosua, who could bring back the dead. He searched her out to see if she was really real. She was indeed real and said she could bring back his precious miko, but for a price. At this point the would do anything to bring her back.

"What is it that you wish for?" he asked, staring coldly at the old hag before him.

She chuckled. "I only wish for what is inside your young miko. The Shikon no Tama."

Sesshoumaru blinked. The Shikon no Tama was inside Chelsea? He looked at the sorceress and nodded.

"If that is what you wish, then so be it." Orosua cackled and told him by the end of the month he would have his precious miko but she would no longer be a miko for the jewel inside her granted her those powers and if it was taken away so would the powers be.

Many moons had passed since Sesshoumaru's pack with Orosua. In a few hours his miko would be alive again. He approached the sorceress, his eyes cold and void of any emotion. They were at the graveyard. The old hag had set up everything around Chelsea's gave. The sky grew dark as she poured the blood around the grave. Sesshoumaru watched as she threw things around, listened as she chanted calls to the spirits. The sky roared and she chanted louder.

"GRANT HER THE WISH OF LIFE ONCE MORE! GIVE HER BACK HER LIFE! LET HER LIVE!" Orosua yelled. The ground trembled and Sesshoumaru watched on. Nothing else happened. He growled at her and wrapped his hand around her neck.

"Why is it not working?!" he squeezed harder.

"I do not know! Please!" Sesshoumaru dropped her and watched as the old hag ran away. He took one more look at the grave before leaving.

Hours after the ritual, the gravesite trembled. Underneath the ground and inside the coffin, the young miko's corpse glowed. Chelsea's eyes opened and she gasped for air. Her eyes were glazed over and she felt blind. She couldn't move around and she panicked. She ran her hands along the wood, scratching and pulling. Her fingers bled and she kept pulling. She started punching the wood, hoping it would break. It cracked so she kept hitting it, dirt falling through and onto her but she didn't care, she just kept hitting. Soon she crawled out and dug her way out of the ground and took a deep breath of fresh air. She still could not see and kept tripping. Everything was fuzzy to her. She walked her way around, tears falling and terrified. She found her way around the place and soon found herself in front of Sesshoumaru's home. The only way she could tell it was his was the smell of the place. She slowly made her way to the front. A blurry figure was outside sitting on the grass or what looked like grass to her. She walked closer and heard a gasp from the figure.

Inuyasha was relaxing outside when he smelled a familiar scent. The smell of chocolate and strawberries hit him hard along with the scent of death and dirt. He looked to the direction the scent was coming from and gasped at what he saw. Chelsea stood there, covered in dirt and looked terrified out of her mind. Her hands were bloody and she was ghostly white. He jumped up and saw her flinch away. He walked up slowly to her and grasped her face.

"Oh my god, you're real." He pulled her against him and cried.

Chelsea was even more terrified. She pushed against him and pulled at his clothing. Inuyasha let go of her and held her arms.

"Chelsea, it's me, Inuyasha." She seemed to stop her movements and look at him with big round eyes. He pulled her inside and went up to the bathroom. "Stay here." Chelsea stayed while he went to go get clothes. He slowly pulled off her clothes and set her in the bathtub and rinsed her of with care and dried her off. He put her in the clean clothes and inspected her hands.

"I'll go get some alcohol for these." Inuyasha left but came back soon after and cleaned off her wounds. Chelsea didn't make a sound the whole entire time no matter how much it had to hurt. He pulled her up and took her to his bedroom and laid her down and kissed her forehead.

"Get some sleep."

Chelsea closed her eyes and soon fell into the world of dreams.

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