A/N: I know, I'm late, I'm sorry, this weekend my friend introduced me to Yandere Simulator, and it's so fun, it isn't complete yet and there's still bugs, but it's pretty cool. At least, I'm only a day late, please don't hate me. :)


She glanced over at her mom, who lay looking lifeless on the couch. Kikyo sighed and walked towards the stairs, hoping to avoid her mother.

"Kikyo," She spoke.

Kikyo sighed and turned around again, something was off about her mother. "Mom, have you been drinking today again?"

"What if I have, are you going to do something about it?" Her mom glared at her. "What are you gonna do?"

Kikyo walked towards her mom, the rain poured down harder outside. "Mom, you need to lie down, come with me."

"I'm sick and tired of you thinking you can boss me around, I'm the adult here Kikyo, not you!"

"Then act like it!" Kikyo yelled. "You ask me to treat you like an adult, but what do you do? You act like a child! I have to be the adult, or there wouldn't be one! If you want to be treated like an adult, then I suggest you act like one, now come on, you are going to sleep!" Kikyo moved towards her mom and took her by the arm, turning to lead her away when she felt a sharp pain in her side. Kikyo glanced down at her side, her mom had stabbed her with a piece of broken class.

Her mom's face twisted with regret and anger. "Kikyo, I-"

Kikyo ran towards the door and picked up her stuff, she ran down the streets as the rain poured down on her head and thunder crashed above.

"Kikyo!" Her mom called after her, but Kikyo couldn't hear her.

Kikyo raced through the streets, trying to get as far away as she could, she was blinded by something, what was that? She felt the books she'd been shielding from the rain slip from her grasp and her head spun. With a hard thud, she hit the ground and a car raced off into the night, leaving her lying on the road. The rain slammed against her body, soaking her to the bone as she lost consciousness, the glass she hadn't removed sinking deeper into her skin.

Kikyo slowly opened her eyes, her whole body felt heavy. She glanced around the room she was in with drowsy eyes, someone stood over her, but she couldn't make out who they were. She lost consciousness once again.

The next time Kikyo woke up she felt more rested, her body felt less heavy and her head hurt less. She sat up in the hospital bed and looked around, it wasn't white like in the movies, instead, the walls were beige and the couch was a light, scratchy looking brown. A discarded folding chair lay in the corner unused and to her right there was a closed door. There was a small tv turned to a sitcom, and a tray with breakfast lay on the table next to her. She reached to her side finding a phone and dialed a number that took her too long to remember. "Mai?" She asked.

"Kikyo, is that you, why are you calling from the hospital? Is everything okay?"

Kikyo recognized the hoarseness of her own voice, like she hadn't had a drink in a few days. "Mai, I accept you offer, you have to help me."

"I'll be right there." Mai hung up the phone.

"My, my," An older woman, maybe in her 40s walked into the room. "I see you're awake, and already making a phone call."

"What happened?" Kikyo spoke softly, her throat hurt even as she downed the glass of water left on her table.

"You were in a car accident, although I have to ask what all you remember, we're having some trouble figuring out where that cut on your stomach came from."

"Cut," Kikyo said softly.

"Yes, do you remember if you got that cut before the accident?"

"No, I didn't have the cut beforehand." Kikyo said easily, her voice cracking as she did.

The doctor gave her an uncertain look. "Are you sure?"

"Positive." Kikyo said. "I have a family friend coming to visit me, do I need to tell you her name?"

"Yes, I'll have the nurse add her to your visiting list. Also, could you give me your name, you were found without an id."

"Hisakawa, Kikyo, and the woman who will be visiting is Takahashi, Mai."

"We'll get her on your list, in the meantime, are there any family members you want us to contact?" The doctor asked, after a few moments of silence she spoke again. "Maybe a parent, or a sibling?"

"No," Kikyo spoke finally. "You don't have to contact anyone."

About a half hour later there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," She called hoarsely.

Mai entered the room, a concerned look on her face. "Kikyo, I talked to the doctor outside, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Kikyo smiled, even as she winced from the hug Mai wrapped her in.

"The doctor also suggested that you were cut before the accident, she wanted me to talk to you about it." Mai lowered her voice. "Did your mother do that?"

Kikyo stayed silent for a moment, then she nodded. "Mai, that's why I called you. She stabbed me with glass, she didn't even hesitate, you were right about her, and now I want to ask if you'll help me."

"My offer still stands Kikyo, we can have her admitted as soon as you want, and you can come stay with me. It'll do me good to have another woman around the house, especially with the hours Koshiro works."

Kikyo seemed the hesitate once again. "Was she worried about me?"

Mai seemed uncertain as to what to say. "She called the day after it happened, she wanted to know if you'd come to stay with me. We've been looking for you since then. I know that she seems like she's changing, but-"

"She's not changing," Kikyo said. "If I didn't accept your offer before, it was because I didn't want to be a bother. However, with my mom in the erratic state she's in, there's no telling what she might do. It's my responsibility to have her admitted, not only for myself but for her as well."

Mai smiled. "You're making the right choice, Kikyo."

A few days later, Kikyo left the hospital and she and Mai headed towards Kikyo's house.

"Mom?" Kikyo called as she stepped through the door, doctors hired by Mai to escort Amaya to the facility followed behind her.

"Kikyo?" Her mother asked, standing and walking into the entryway. "Kikyo, I'm so glad to see you. Who are these men?"

Kikyo didn't smell alcohol on her mother, she must've run out of money. "They're here to take you to the hospital."

"The hospital, but I'm not sick." Her mother said obliviously.

"Yes, you are mom, the other night was a wake-up call for me. I have to protect myself, and you."

"Kikyo, I can change, I swear. I sobered up after what happened, I couldn't believe I'd hurt you and I was filled with regret." Amaya glanced at Kikyo's unmoving face. "Please, I can change."

"You'll be going to America, you always said you wanted to travel. Of course, you'll spend the first three months in the hospital, and we won't be able to talk, but after that, they'll slowly reintroduce you into society. They'll show you places where you'll be able to spend time without alcohol, and meet people who are sober, or recovering alcoholics. After six months or a year, depending on the amount of progress and motivation you have, you'll be able to come back." Kikyo explained in a cold voice.

"Kikyo," Tears formed in her mother's eyes. "I don't want to go, don't make me go."

"It's for the best."

The men stepped forward to lead her away. "At least, let me say goodbye to my daughter." Amaya spoke. She stepped forward and touched Kikyo, Kikyo flinched away.

"Goodbye, Amaya." Kikyo spoke, then she turned and walked upstairs, leaving her mother sobbing and being led away, it would be several years before the two set eyes on each other once again.

Kikyo stood around her room, considering what she needed to take, then she realized she needed to take everything. She opened her suitcase and folded all of her clothes as small as she could, stuffing them inside. Then she packed her books and laptop into a box, her father's sheet music and a small music box given to her by her mother were also packed. She picked up a picture of herself smiling, standing in front of her proud looking father, and her mother, who even then, carried a far away and somewhat unhappy expression. She placed it in with her clothes and stuffed in her shampoo and conditioner, then she folded her box, closed her suitcase, and walked downstairs to where Mai was waiting with a car.

A man took Kikyo's suitcase and box and placed them in the trunk.

"Is that all you're bringing?" Mai asked.

"It's all I- wait, there's one more thing." Kikyo hurried back upstairs and returned with a long bow and a quiver of arrows.

The man who had taken her luggage looked surprised and cautious, but Mai simply laughed. "I have a feeling you'll enjoy the house, we have a small archery range."

"Really?" Kikyo asked as the man cautiously took the bow and arrows and placed them in the trunk of the car. He then rushed and opened the door for the two of them. "Thank you." Kikyo smiled.

"Yes, we do." Mai smiled. "Koshiro's family has always enjoyed the sport. Maybe you can show me how to do it, Koshiro always said he thought it was too dangerous for me."

Kikyo bowed her head. "I don't want to upset Koshiro, he is allowing me to stay at his home for free."

Mai gave her a small smile. "Don't worry Kikyo, I was only joking."


A/N: I know, the car accident was rushed, I wasn't even going to put it in this chapter, but I figured it would work okay in there. Sorry again.