Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha.
A/N: This whole chapter is one huge flashback until the end. No one will ever know about these flashbacks.
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He stared at the present with vacant eyes, he should be happy but he isn't. In fact he wanted to yell at her, no he wanted to slap her across the face, how dare she? He glanced at his sister gray-blue eyes shimmering mischievously like she accomplished something great. Which she did, she managed only to be late by a month an amazing in itself since she usually brings him something shitty and it three months late. She seemed eager for him to open the damn present. He knew he was being ungrateful but something in his gut was telling him that it was wrong. Wrong in the nature of a foreboding sinister grievance is coming to play.
"You haven't opened it yet," she whined as she pushed his hands into opening the damn present, "I went through the trouble of having it personally made for you."
Souta looked down at the present, you make it seem like I put you through a great burden. He was starting to get tired of it, the feeling he felt was like a cool simmering pot starting to over boil. "You still blame me." He murmured.
"What?"
"You still blame me for father's death," he got to his feet the present all but forgotten on the floor clattering, "I can see it in your eyes."
"What are you yammering about; I stopped blaming you a long ass time ago!"
"Don't you fucking lie to me Kagome! If you weren't blaming me then you would have been here a month ago, better yet you'd still be here with your family instead of spending so much time over there! Did you know mother was sick, of course you don't you'd rather spend your time in wonderland! I was five fucking years old, you were the older sister you should have comforted me but no, instead you blamed me. You made me make a promise I couldn't keep and blamed me for it. You've always blamed me for every thing!"
"I wasn't there all those other fucking times because I had other more important things going on, like oh don't know keeping an evil hanyou from taking over the world!"
"Oh please, stop using the guy for an excuse the world isn't going to end just because you weren't there one day, the whole world doesn't revolve around you. You're not even trying to deny it!"
"You promised! You promised that nothing would happen! If it wasn't for you he'd still be here! If you hadn't been so persistent then he'd still be here! I wish you were the one that had died!" Tears ran freely down her face as she sobbed, he stood there frozen in shock she hadn't stopped hating him for it even now eleven years later she still held that hate and it hurt, "You ruined our family, you broke our family. I can't let it go ever because he's never going to come back."
He looked at his sister with a cool calculating gaze as she stared at him in teary-eyed shock on the floor where she had landed from the blow she had received. She gently touched her stinging cheek. She looked scared but at the same seeming to have an epiphany.
"No," he whispered softly, all this she has blamed him, threatened him, hurt him psychologically in a way that he will never fully acknowledge, he hated her but…but he couldn't really hate her because she was Kagome his sister, and he loved her he doesn't know what to feel, "I didn't break this family, our family was hurt because of his death but never was it broken. No, the only thing that is breaking is you Kagome. It's your idiocy that is breaking you, just look at yourself; you can't even control your temper."
He picked up the present and moved to the bench near the God Tree and sat down opening the present, he knew his sister was following but taking her on time getting there probably still recovering from the backhand he had given her, he wasn't above hitting a hysterical girl. A katana, the blade was sleek almost like it was made of water, the guard black and blue, it was beauty among swords, how had she managed to acquire it.
He could feel her eyes boring down on him, "It'sa secret." She said not knowing she had answered the question that ran through his mind, "but I'll you this it is part of you." And like that her psychotic episode was all but forgotten, it was just the way they worked.
"Its late you should be going to bed, after all you have to leave tomorrow right?"
"No, I'm not going back…aren't having a soccer game tomorrow? But your right I should be getting to bed, but before I go," she got close to him kneeling to get in eye level with him since he was still sitting, "You've grown up so much," she whispered, "your almost my height, will you promise me two things."
"Yes" he could see the desperation in her eyes.
"Will you promise me that no matter happens you'll make the wish?" He didn't understand what 'make the wish' meant but so long as it got rid of that look of desperation in her eyes he'd say yes.
He nodded.
"Promise me that you'll do it when I ask you to do it. Promise me Souta."
"I promise."
She hugged him tightly against her chest; it was like she was afraid of letting go, "I'm so sorry for everything. Forgive me; I'll stay to watch your match for a little bit okay."
He stayed there sitting on that bench for who knows how long, just thinking, thinking of the small things in life that people took for granted, people who say life isn't short don't truly understand the deeper meaning of that phrase. It may seem like it isn't short, but if you think about it seems like just yesterday: that you just entered kindergarten, that you just had your first kiss, that you just saw you newborn for the first time, it really is first because as fast as it comes is, it is just as fast as it disappears. It all happens so fast, life is just so short.
"…and there goes Higurashi…is he going to make it? Goal! He made it! He made it; the schools team is going to the finals for the first time in ten years!"
"Way to go Souta we made it to the finals."
"Keep up the good work, Higurashi."
"Were going to the finals!"
After much begging and pouting Souta had gotten his mother to agree to let him go to the after party, he was having the time of his life, but it seemed the party was coming to an end with MGMTs' 'Kids'.
"Hey Souta, come here."
"What's up Kuma," Kuma was Souta's best friend, who was moving after today, both were said to separate but were planning in keeping contact through the Internet and the phone.
"Here," he said handing him a suspicious looking package, "You live in a secluded area, and since your moms sick and it just you and your senile grandpa and sickly sister, ya gonna need the protection it's a semi-automatic pistol. You know just incase." He nodded in agreement. Who's what could happen up there.
"Here let me explain how to use it."
He looked at the pistol in his hand; his mother most certainly would disapprove of it, and his well maybe. He put the gun on his back the way Kuma had taught him, and opened the door, "Mom I'm home," he hollered as he closed the door and made a bee line to the kitchen, his stomach was demanding food.
He heard a thump and assumed it was just Inuyasha picking up his sister.
The kitchen was a site to behold, he wanted to scream but he couldn't.
Blood, it was everywhere. His mother's soft brown eyes open in frozen shock staring at nothing, her throat split open and had long since stopped bleed, his foot almost slipped, he looked down to see that his white socks were stained in her blood, he backed away from the kitchen into the dining room he kept backing away until he tripped on something he landed face to face of his… "Ahhh!"
A woman with bored expression, looking at her manicured nails answered the phone.
"911 what's your emergency." All day she had been getting false alarms, and domestic disputes, which is still an emergency but after awhile it tends to get boring, not that the woman didn't take her job seriously, its just well…
"There blood everywhere it's on me!"
"There's blood," she signaled over somebody over for help, "is there somebody in the house with you?"
"I-I-I-I don't know," came the frantic answer, "There dead, I don't know if my sister, oh god. Its everywhere!"
"What's everywhere?"
"Blood! Its everywhere, dammit didn't you here. There all dead!"
"Who's dead."
"My family!
"Sir I'm going to have to ask you to stay calm and stay on the phone, can you do that for me?"
"Yeah," came the croaked answer.
"Were sending somebody over okay."
No answer.
"Sir?"
No response.
She's still here. Is she alive? Is she hurt? Oh Kami please be okay. He ran upstairs to her room. The light was on, he slammed the door open, Kagome had a huge smile on her face; she had blood staining her uniform and thighs. She was smiling at like nothing was at amiss, "Souta your home," she was holding a bloody knife. "You're late for your surprise."
"What have you done Kagome?"
She smiled, "Now all of us can be together for ever."
"Why?" he whispered.
"Why" she tilted her head to the side, "Well I had an epiphany and you know you are right," she giggled as she held the knife close to her chest, "I am breaking. Might as well break faster right?" She approached raising the knife high, screaming as she did and swung the knife. He pushed her away. Kagome slowly rose from the floor. Tears slid down her face, "I-I-I-I, I kept dreaming this Souta. Is something wrong with me?"
He didn't know what to answer.
She got up and charged after him, he didn't know what to do, she's getting closer, he froze. His eyes widen as the came down, his feet moved to slow, the knife came down digging down on his right brow, even further into his eye, deep in his cheek down to his chin.
Maybe it was the adrenaline that soared to through his veins that kept him from feeling the pain he didn't know, he just pushed with his muster and slammed her against the wall of her pink room, she slid down slowly. He knew he had hurt her bad when he saw the blood trailing. He couldn't say anything.
"I'm sorry," she murmured softly, "Souta please kill me."
He didn't say anything.
"Kill me Souta."
He saw her grip tighten on the knife. "Kill me."
Her hand moved slightly, "please."
He could hear his heart pounding in his ears.
"Fine," she whispered, her knuckles were turning white, started to get up, blue eyes crazed feral, the look in her eyes, his hand moved too quickly for him to comprehend. He was confused how did it get there so quickly? "I'll kill you then myself," she yelled.
A bang resounded caring the birds within the trees.
More tears, he was crying he realized, Kagome looked at him from the floor; blood was seeping from the whole on her shoulder where he had shot her. The first shot had been an accident.
He didn't know what to do.
She looked up at him, those blue eyes no longer feral, "You promised."
He didn't answer right away; tears fell onto the bloodied carpet. The gun was pointed at her head, his knuckles was turning white, he looked at her straight in eye, "Yeah I did."
He managed to shoot her three times before his hand turned numb and dropped the gun. He fell to the floor, you promised her voice echoed through his head. He held onto his head and screamed, screamed for the pain, screamed so he could no longer hear her voice, screamed until he couldn't anymore.
That how the officers found him, on his knees holding his head tears dry in his face. Only when trying to move from that room did he finally react. A green-eyed American man was the first person he saw in his unstable mind. The man pulled him inside a car and drove him away to the police station. No one talked to him the first or second night. After that the questions ensued none of which he answered.
He was trialed for court with the suspicion of murdering his own family but evidence came, evidence he never wanted to see ever again in his lifetime. It was a video tape.
She had recorded everything with his camera. Everything to his unadulterated scream, he was found not guilt for the murders of his mother and grandfather, but guilty for murdering his own sister. He was sent to a psychiatric hospital where he sunk further into his madness.
The first night he prayed to himself as they injected him with some 'medicine to help him sleep a dreamless sleep'.
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
Should I die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take
Amen.
He said this prayer for the first forty nights, forty because he had stopped counting after forty.
No one has spoken a word yet, it is still quiet, the sun is starting to bear down on them as it reaches mid-day. Shippo was still staring up at Souta after he asked him his question. Souta remained silent leaning a tree away from the unforgiving sun.
Miroku was the first to break the silence, "It is clear to us all that you won't speak much about Kagome, so would care to explain to us all why you are really here? You did say earlier that you wanted to finish something Kagome had left unfinished."
A/N: I don't know how it usually goes when someone dials 911 one, so basically I just pulled this out of my ass.