"I understand." I snapped impatiently. "Just because I'm blind doesn't mean I'm a complete idiot."

"Okay, miss." He tried again. Kagome could hear the small irritation in his tone. "What will it be?"

"Just give me the mint sundae." I said pulling out my wallet. With a sigh, I felt around the corners for a ten dollar bill. There. Got it. "Here."

He thanked me and was probably glaring daggers at me but I'm blind. How should I know? Look, it's a weak blind girl who'll shatter at any moment. That's what I felt right now. Honestly, sometimes I wish people would stop pitying me. And well, I lost some of my memory and sight. Isn't that just a boat load of crap on my life? Perfect. I was just angry. Angry that I couldn't see. Angry that I couldn't remember. Angry about it all.

It wasn't fair.

I moved away from the counter, swing my cane slightly out in front of me. There wasn't anything in the way, so I listened for an empty table. Just to my right, I found one and sat down in it. Leaning my cane against the chair I propped my head up with my hand and wondered what the world looked like. Did it change in the time I was blind? Was everybody running around in their birthday suits? I laughed a little at my joke. No. Of course not. It's just another day. Another, lovely day.

"Here miss," said a voice hesitantly. I tilted my head slightly. "Did you order the mint?"

I nodded. "Set it here." I tapped my right index finger on the table top. There was a sliding of cold glass into my hand and I smiled in relief. I forgot. I could still feel things. "Thanks."

"No problem," as he said that, I heard him lighten up. But he didn't move. "I just noticed...but you seem a little sad."

Hit the nail, dead and center.

"Hey," I said quietly. "Do you wanna sit?"

"Me?" He asked. "I don't think..."

"Please?" I didn't know why I was doing this but something felt right about this. And now I had to play the weak card. "I'm blind and I can't watch myself. Could you?"

I felt his presence shift and the sound of a chair creak next to me. I smiled and felt around for his arm. He jumped when I touched his hand. "I'm Kagome."

He coughed and I removed my hand and set it down in my lap. "I'm Shippo."

"Shippo," I repeated. "What school do you go to?"

"I'm home schooled," he replied. "My dad's a worry wort and he's afraid I"ll get teased."

"How old are you?" I asked. "I'm only in High School if you believe me. And I'm - "

"Sixteen." We both said in unison. There was a moment of silence...then we both laughed. So, another sixteen-year-old, eh? Interesting. I brushed my hair back and started to spoon my ice cream into my mouth. It was cold yet delightful. Sweet and minty. Delicious.

"So, um...were you always...the way you are...now?" He asked that suddenly. And I was surprised. Most wanted to avoid the subject entirely but he just went out and said it like that. "You don't really have to tell me!" He stammered. "I didn't mean..."

I set my spoon down and smiled. "It's alright. It's better if I tell you anyway. It's better that I never forget." She added the last sentence in a whisper.

Symphony of silver tears,
Sing to me and sooth the ring in my ears,
Overcast these gloomy nights wear on,
But I'm holding fast because it's darkest just before the dawn.

Inuyasha slammed his radio against the wall, smashing it into bits and pieces. He had thought about her again. In fact, she was all he thought about. It was irritating. Why? Why didn't she remember him? Everybody but him. She was...she was...

"I hate you!" I roared in frustration.

"Inuyasha!" Sesshomaru said sharply. I whipped my head towards him and noticed him in the doorway. "Let father get rest. And stop your infernal racket. You're not the only one hurting." He turned with a flick of his hair and disappeared again.

I sighed and went to my window. But that was probably the worst thing he could do besides shoot himself. Kagome pulled in the driveway, much to my relief. She'd been gone the entire day. But it wasn't Sango or Miroku who hopped out. Not even Koga could've hurt him this much. It was a stranger. A young stranger. And what he hated was the fact that she looked happy. Not that he didn't want her to be but she was happy with another guy.

"Thanks Shippo," their voices came to my ears and I listened closely. "I had fun."

"No way, Kagome." He laughed. "You really made my day. I should be thanking you."

They disappeared under the front porch and I could only see the bottom half. If they kissed, Inuyasha Taisho was about to have his head on a plate. Kagome would have his head too but it was worth it.

Shippo or whatever waved and he started home. Kagome lingered for a moment before pulling out her keys and unlocking the door. I dashed down the stairs but stayed out of her way. She cocked her head to one side as a sign of acknowledgment. I stood up straight and helped her with her coat.

"Who was that?" I asked bluntly.

A happy glow still flowed around her. "That was Shippo. Met him at an ice cream shop."

Was that it? "Oh."

"Night, Inuyasha." She smiled but I could still get her sense of unease. I sighed and got out of her way. She went up the stairs and I followed. How can it be that if you found out you loved somebody only to have them forget everything? Like, right now.

Because all I wanted to do was cry.

[A/N] Ohh, poor Inuyasha. Hope you feel good soon. I will try to fix it but the story's spinning out of control and my readers actually, erm, like the new twist to it. So just grin and bear it for a while, eh? Oh, while I'm here, I'd like to say that I don't own Inuyasha. Or "Lonely Lullaby" by Owl City. It's a terrific song and I betcha you'd love it. Or not. Whatever. Sorry for the short chapter. It's an attempt to make this story go somewhere. I call this Rich Man, Poor Man because Shippo is the rich man and Inuyasha is the poor man... metaphorically speaking of course XD

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