The Library

By Anonymous Malink

Disclaimer, I do no own any Inuyasha like subjects in copyrighted form.

Part Twelve – A Requisition for Truth

Inuyasha didn't blink. Inuyasha didn't move. Inuyasha didn't sleep, didn't breath (seemingly), didn't speak, couldn't speak. His lack of movement concerned the doctors about entrance into a state of catatonic emergence, however as Sesshoumaru put it, "He just errr… called off his engagement."

Appall and dismay fled through the eighth level of the complex, sending the story that he was engaged as a teenager to a deeper level, saying he called it off. Instead of looks of pity by the passing doctors, he received rolled eyes, scowls, and to some extent verbal assault. His eyes would remain in the same place as some doctors would go out of their way to come into the room and literally slap him across the face…

…

Sesshoumaru told them it was alright.

Kagome, now somewhat nostalgic about the possibility that she would never see Inuyasha as a friend again, made her even more depressed. She should have in no way thought it was her fault, but her personality wouldn't let her believe the truth. She was near bent on considering it was all because she was being too hard on him… but it wasn't her fault. It was his. It was his entire fault.

She literally had nothing to do with what happened. It was Inuyasha's true nature showing at last, and Kagome was glad she had seen it before it was too late.

Before too soon, she ultimately convinced herself that she had never met Inuyasha. She began to slowly drift in and out of reality without warning. It was within this that she decided she was going to move. Her family of course, realized it had been a traumatic situation for her. They supported her and for the best moved far away from their current location. They moved to the city of Kyoto, where they unanimously as a family decided to go to get away from the tensions back at home.

It would seem Inuyasha memories have been forcefully discarded as well. Arguably, Sesshoumaru went through many sessions with him, but it reality it was one. Inuyasha was moved from Sengoku under a terminal illness known well as insanity and to some degree psychosis. In many cases, Sesshoumaru has witnessed deaths at the hands of psychosis and insanity, but in reality, he had helped Inuyasha just in time to be saved. Inuyasha was now suffering greatly in the mental department, with symptoms of insanity, psychosis, and schizophrenia all in one.

Kikyo kept appearing to him in dreams, and even at school. Her appearances though, however strange, we're connected biologically to him. It seemed to be a sign of his maturation, but as Sesshoumaru stated to their father, it was self-evident he was becoming dependant on a 'ghost.' If he needed hallucination to become an adult, he needed help.

Being attached to the patient made Sesshoumaru inadequate to be Inu's therapist. So he turned the job over to a local psychoanalyst and psychiatrist. Her name was Ms. Isarugi. She was his mother's close friend, although Inuyasha had never met her before.

And so it began…

"Inuyasha, please try to pay attention dear." Inuyasha stared out the window of the living room of an estate near Tokyo. It was beginning to get dark. Ms. Isarugi removed her glasses and stared intently at him through her thick blue eyes. "Inuyasha?"

Inuyasha blinked twice and returned the gaze. "What," he replied in a strangely angry yet monotonous voice. His confidence could be easily forgotten behind his own wall of emotions.

"Inuyasha, please, why do you think you are here?"

He once again sighed. Inuyasha decided to once again ignore the question. He instead took to inspecting her extensive vase collection atop her mantle.

She took a breath and rolled her eyes. "Alright," she muttered, "Time to take a different approach."

She stared at him keenly, putting her glasses back on and began inspecting the notes Sesshoumaru had given her. "I presume it has to do with two people."

"One person," Inuyasha corrected upon hearing it.

"Name?"

"Kikyo, Kikyo Nakamura."

She looked at the notes and smiled. "Yes. Now, who is she?"

He closed his eyes and smiled faintly. Leaning back in his chair he began to dictate his feelings unknowingly. "It was in… I believe it was 7th Grade, I was with this girl… her name was Kikyo."

"Did you feel connected to this girl?"

"It was a bond that was not necessarily spoken or acted… but was unconditionally there at all times… but then…"

He stopped for at least twenty seconds.

"But then what?"

"She died."

Their was an uncanny silence in the room. She looked at her notes and everything matched up. But one thing was not written.

"How did she die?"

Inuyasha's smile dissipated in seconds to come. He thought about this for a good while. Ms. Isarugi gave him time, as she had no way of knowing what was to come. He had never thought of the cause before then. All he knew was that she died. She didn't seem too much of a pain thing, maybe it was an illness, and maybe she was suicidal! But wait… the Kikyo he knew was not suicidal.

How did she die...? The only other person he knew was there at the moment of crisis was Naraku, and he actually lost consciousness because of it. But who else was in the building? It was after school.

It was at this point that a stream of consciousness hit him hard, very hard. It had been four days since he got out of the hospital, and never once had it crossed his mind, and yet the funeral was planned and to take place in the next few days… his dear father.

Kikyo was run out of his mind by a momentary mortality crisis when he thought about him. His father was dead… and he never said goodbye. He had never told him finally how much he cared about him. Inuyasha felt it like a weight lifted and a heavier weight replacing it.

Inuyasha cringed backward, hiding his face. Ms. Isarugi gave strange look his way before realizing what had happened.

"Inuyasha… what's wrong?"

He just kept turning away, but Ms. Isarugi saw the lone tear that slowly cascaded down his now pale skin. His mind was fixed on how horrible his mind process had been, how he left his father in the dark about so many things he should have informed him about. But Naraku must've been the source of BOTH deaths! He had to be, he was the only one in the room with Kikyo, and the proven murderer of Inutaisho. Inuyasha cried silently while balling his fist.

"Inuyasha."

Inuyasha turned and saw Sesshoumaru standing in the doorway, with a blue raincoat on, the hood down and soaked. Sesshoumaru glanced at Isarugi and then turned for the door. Inuyasha wiped his eyes and then followed, barely thanking Ms. Isarugi, who just sighed with deep sympathy for the boy she chanced upon. She vowed, right then and there, to help him no matter what.

Inuyasha walked briskly through the heavy rain, before jumping into the passenger seat of Sesshoumaru's car. He looked out the window, hopelessly lost in his own self pity.

Sesshoumaru glimpsed and Inuyasha very briefly on the ride back to his apartment where he would be staying while his mother was away in Kyoto with Inutaisho's family. Inuyasha leaned his head against the window. It was late. Inuyasha soon fell asleep thinking about how he felt horribly about his father's death, but needed to investigate into Kikyo's death.

Sesshoumaru sighed. His brother was in need of serious help. He was bordering on psychopathic behavior. He was incessantly thinking about ONE thing. It could turn dangerous and fatal is not kept under check.

As a possible answer to his problem, Ms. Isarugi was talking about spending time with Inuyasha. She suggested that while all Sesshoumaru had said was medication, Inuyasha should spend some quality time with his brother, bonding. She noticed that is helped with clinical depression that would have turned fatal without having to go to drastic measures by taking powerful medication and sleep.

Perhaps in the next few days, both methods would be tried, and both would yield results.

I... have nothing to say. Hopefully those who used to be willing to read my story, will continue. I thank you for being so patient...