A Broken Soul, An Unheard Scream
Souls' Hatred
Chapter 3 A bit of thinking
It seemed quite odd to me that only after such a short time being at this school, that I should be so popular among the students. Almost as if it were a dream, I am on the sidelines and just as everything takes ride. Out of control is how I'm feeling. My grip on my life is slipping as if it were on autopilot. Although, very soon, I know that I will be hit by turbulence and everything will come crashing down and shatter to pieces before my eyes and nothing will be able to stop it when that happens. Nothing is to put my hands on to make to room stop spinning out of control.
Why am I thinking this? Thinking such thinks will only make them seem closer and won't make it go away, no matter how hard I wish it.
Everyday I enter the school I feel I'm being pulled closer and closer to a dark corner, as if something or someone in there has captured me and is now slowly pulling me in. Like a fish on a hook, I try to escape to save myself a few moments more of life and freedom.
I drive out of the parking lot and aimlessly around the streets of Kyoto. My thoughts getting the better part of me as I finally turn the wheel towards home. All my hope set for the solitude of my room.
Parking the car to the left of the front door, I walked to the entry and pushed the door open. Although, I wish I hadn't when I saw who was standing there. Amber met amber as I walked in and closed the door behind me.
The emotions he refused to show were present in his eyes that stared daggers at me. No matter how much I wished for there to be some kind of soft spot deep in his orbs I knew it was impossible for that to ever happen. So emotional he got at times that he let a see a small smirk…very small…microscopic, but it was still there.
With out a simple hello or nod of the head we continued our small battle of glares. Rarely did we have these as children, because if we did they ended up in fighting and our parents were quick to end that for they knew it would be the end of one of us…most likely me…of course I'd never admit that.
I took a moment to notice a girl that stood beside my brother…half-brother. I almost laughed out loud seeing her there, with Sesshomaru. Of course, I had known he was seeing someone; it was located somewhere in the back of my mind.
Accepting defeat of the small war, I turned my full attention to the girl. Her dark hair shown with life held up in some sort of bun. Striking red were the color of her eyes as she looked. She looked at me with a degraded look…perfect for Sesshomaru, I thought. I noticed that she wore a feather in her hair, a white feather that acted as an accent.
Something about how her hair shown in the dim light of the entry way reminded me of Kikyo. That thought was quickly extinguished as soon as my brother's voice fill the room.
"Inuyasha, this is Kagura." She held out her hand and I accepted it. Her hold was gentle and not bone crunching, I was grateful.
"Kagura, this is myhalf-brother Inuyasha." It was terribly noticeable the emphasis he put on 'half' but I chose to ignore it.
"Nice to meet you." We exchanged with each other, as I was ready to retreat to my room.
A shame Sesshomaru attempted to start a conversation, most likely to show how closer we really aren't. "So, little brother. What are you doing home so early? Doesn't your school run for another 3 hours?" my jaw almost dropped to the floor at what I was hearing from him. For one, he actually sounded like he cared what was happening in my life. Moreover, I don't have anymore.
"I was feeling ill." I said over my shoulder as I walked away.
"You feeling ill? News to me. I've never known you to complain about being sick." I gave a halfhearted glare over my shoulder to inform him to shut up but with all my luck, it didn't work.
"Who's complaining? I'm just coming home to rest a bit, get a bit of fresh air and real food." I don't even know why I call him my brother…maybe because no one else would know so much about me. Even whom I'm going out with in the current time, all this said with him being over seas for 3 years. How the hell does he figure these things out?
I don't bother thinking about it very long and begin to walk away before he can say anymore. "Oh, it's nice to see you, Kagura. I hope my brother brings you over more." With that, I turned the corner and entered my room.
At last! The solitude of my room. Where there is no one to bother me or to nag me about my current issues. Not saying I have any…hell all I know I have a ton of them.
Before I was even able to sit down on my bed and turn on the TV, in comes Sesshomaru though the door with his expression still as frozen as ice. I recall my father mentioning something about him always being like that, even when he was born. I glared at him for his intrusion but he didn't seem to be affected by it. "Remember, I'm the only one who is allowed to kill you." Oh, what a very nice thing to say, I thought before he continued. "Don't let this girl do it for me." I could only stare at him as the door closed and I was again left alone.
I felt as if he could read me like an open book. Not a nice thought might I add? You could almost swear he was a mind reader. My frustration getting the better of me I yelled at the closed door knowing he would hear me and not counting on his answer. "What the hell is that suppose to mean?"
Sighing, I turned to my computer that rested on my dresser by my bed and forgot about turning on the TV. As I was flipping through my mail the forever growing silence was vaguely noticed.
Her face fragmented before me as I drifted off into thought. The black hair that hung dully past her shoulders and the closed eyes held my interest. I could only imagine their color as her hair or her eyelids always hid them. Soft white skin was framed by the darkness of her soul's color. So different was she compared to Kikyo.
A pink loving girl who never wore a spot of black save for her hair that was always in some form of style. Her eyes that shown gray were the only things that made people hesitate at her presence, but once she started talking and working her magic, you forgot all about them as you became wrapped tighter and tighter in her web.
My thoughts were locked onto the two girls. As I thought of her more, I realized just how much I had forgotten about her. I don't know why I didn't give it more attention earlier but today was the first day in 5 that I had seen that girl. She hadn't been at school for so long, it was easy to forget about her. Slipping in and out of peoples lives is what she did. Without realizing it, she could be dead and we wouldn't know about it for days. Even then, who would care to morn for her when she was gone? There was no one who came to mind that I could clearly remember talking to her.
"Inuyasha, what are you doing home?" I almost jumped up from my bed when I heard my mother's voice from the doorway.
"I didn't do it!" my automatic response for everything I didn't hear.
"Didn't do what?" she sounded confused and worried. Shaking my head, I forgot everything I was thinking earlier.
"Nothing." I replied still shaking my head. "Don't worry about it."
"How can I not worry about it when my son, who's never missed a day of school in his life because of sickness, suddenly comes home in the middle of the day and says he's ill?" She said this all in one breath as she walked closer to me, being sure to move around the clothes thrown aimlessly on the floor.
"You've been talking to Sesshomaru, I see." I said taking a breath. This family is too tightly connected. In less then…I look at my clock and almost jump to my feet at my surprise…3 hours. I had to go.
Quickly kissing my mom on the cheek and running out the house and into my car, I make my way back to the high school.
A/N: Ok, I'm done with this chapter. I'm sorry for all those who are also reading In the Sands of Time, I have not forgotten about it but I had an idea for this story and am still working on one for that one. An update will come soon. I promise. I'll rack my brain until I come up with something that will work.
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