Author's note: First of 2 updates applause pause, yes I'm happy so update, this chapter I worn you now is a cliffy but I will have another chapter out if you review this weekend, yes I know I'm evil.
Disclaimer: Really if you lawyers haven't figured out I don't own Inuyasha they never will. Honestly aren't they supposed to be smart, how did these morons pass law school, no offense lawyers, I do think my cousin is fairly smart he just hasn't graduated yet, but if you sue me at least I'll have someone to call in two and half years.
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When Good Mikos Go Bad
Chapter 9 Memory of a Dream
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"Just relax, sister, all shall be well, I will help you uncover your past." Marianne had been repeatedly since they had started these sessions. Time meant little to the priestesses here, but she wanted to know her time line, her history, something told her that that line would be the key to her past, something she so desperately craved.
She lay, surrounded by sakura blossoms, bare as the day she was healed, as the head miko chanted her calling for her memory to return. Despite her lack of trust in Marianne she had agreed to these regression journeys, as Marianne called them, in the hope that the elder miko could assist her in recovering her memory.
Deciding that calling forth true memories would be too difficult, their present goal was to surface the recurring dream she had been having. "Relax, let go of reality, slip into your own mind…" the coaching of Marianne grew faint as the young miko slipped into her subconscious, reflexively raising a barrier around her vulnerable mind.
She was suspended, one arm clutching something solid, something that was supporting her. Looking up she saw nothing, yet she clearly felt her hand holding a warm firm something. It was like looking through the eyes of a stranger with her face, she could feel every physical thing occurring around her but not the emotional aspects of being dangled in thin air with nothing above or below, so when a solitary tear rolled down her cheeks, she had no idea why.
When she heard her voice she didn't understand the words that feel from her lips, nor did she comprehend her own reasoning for pulling her arm away from whatever force held her. One thing however she did understand; a voice was shrieking "Nooo!" in agonized rage, and a desperate cry filled the air coating her in a strange blanket of familiarity, her name: "KAGOME!!!"
She could have smiled, she knew her name, but the dream/memory continued on. Kagome felt herself falling, other beings invading her aerial space. The bow she had been gripping was glowing a dull pink, she watched as her body mimed past events, notching an arrow and firing at the unseen presence, again and again until the quiver was empty.
Kagome sensed the youkai around her but saw only mist, the demons brushed up against her, sending shivers down her spine. Just as she was beginning to wonder why she hadn't impacted ground yet, something soft grazed her back, a demon, why?
The youkai were trying to slow her descent. They were succeeding. With every stroke her fall paused momentarily and slowed. Her speed may have been significantly less than it had started out as but when impact came it was not pleasant.
Every bone that twisted the wrong way every rock, stone, and branch that pierced her skin sent shockwaves of pain through her body, yet even as she felt herself reach for peaceful sleep, words graced her lips, the same ones she had failed to understand during her decent; "Be safe, Inuyasha."
Gasping, Kagome Kagome blotted upright, nearly bumping heads with Marianne in the process. "What have you seen sister?" the miko asked, handing a water flask to the younger girl.
"My name…" was the hoarse reply as the girl gulped down the cool liquid "…is Kagome." That's all she felt Marianne needed to know, everything else, her fall, the desperate cries, youkai helping her, and that last order, especially that, it was private and until she understood herself she planned on keeping it that way.
Lady Marianne was genuinely excited for the girl, "Why that's excellent Kagome!" This, sister, is the first step, a good sign, perhaps your memory shall soon be completely restored." She might be glad for the girl, but still knew not whether she was a threat, her thoughts and feelings were contradicting one another the sooner she gets her memory back the sooner a decision can be made, maybe I shall truly make her one of us. She pushed away the morbid thought in favor of enjoying their small victory.
The group had begun traveling again, Inuyasha still dragging along the giant yellow pack. It had been a silent agreement that until solid evidence was found, Sango and Miroku would keep the hanyou ignorant of their revelation. Inuyasha still hardly spoke except to himself and her regularly holding conversations or arguments with the absent girl when he was alone and thought the others couldn't hear.
The odd rutine was comforting, thinking of what she would say to his latest reckless move. Often he could hear her voice yelling at him and the prayer beads pull him face first to the ground. Her name was still a taboo and nothing had changed since that day.
No one would admit it aloud, especially Inuyasha, but he had slowly lost hope as no whisper of the miko had appeared. Without the heart to tell her family or admit it to himself the hanyou hadn't been down the well at all since he had last retrieved her and no one dared ask him to. As his hope for her survival dwindled his fighting became fiercer, less controlled and much more reckless, strange how the intensity actually got him more injuries.
Even in his grieved state the inu hanyou wasn't totally stupid; he too had noticed Naraku's lack of appearance, and gloating. He had after all been anticipating the day when he would appear with Kagome's body under his control, yet there had been neither hide nor hair of Naraku since the fall. It was strange.
Maybe he's waiting 'til she finds the last jewel shard for him to have her come and kill us. It would work too. Like any of us could hurt Kagome. Defeated by Naraku and the power of 'sit' there's a real crappy ending. Shaken from his musings by a white wisp of smoke Inuyasha looked up from his perch in a tree. Miroku called up to him from below, "Are you going to her Inuyasha?" His reply to the monk came in the form of a grunt as Inuyasha sprinted off after the pearly Soul Collector.
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