Because [I am] reliable
I escape, and trip
When I fell down, I saw the sky
For cold rain
It was beaten without hating
I don't reach you
The thought that cried
I turned away to walk...
On the day when green dances
On the day to be stained with red
[I'm] no longer next to you
But even so, certainly
A chest rustles
To the direction (one) where you are
"Rain Stops, Good-Bye" - Miku Hatsune
I sighed and leaned against the wall in my room. I had to accept that terrible fact. I was going to die soon. It was a miracle I survived that accident. But Izayoi... I slumped down and put my head in my arms. I caused this, didn't I? I always caused trouble. It followed me like a dark cloud.
"Why me?" I complained to the darkness. I should've been killed instantly but noooo, God wanted to prolong my suffering of guilt and despair of never seeing the light again. I hurt everyone around me unintentionally. I needed to get away from everyone I loved. I summed up the so far misfortunes.
Dad was gone.
Mom was trying to piece us back together.
Izayoi was dead.
Inutaisho was depressed.
My friends were very concerned.
I was blind. I had amnesia. I got hit by a car.
I might as well die.
Suffering, suffering and suffering. That's all I ever do these days. Smile Kagome, people are watching you. Act like nothing's wrong. Everything will be alright. Smile. Smile. Smile.
I squeezed my eyes shut eyes and my chest turned even heavier than it already was. My doctor - Sesshomaru - told me about the metal pieces that were unable to be removed. The were still trying to figure out how to get them out of my system since they were about to give me a slow but painless death if they impaled some important organ. Here I was, seventeen and about to die young. I chuckled darkly at my situation.
"If I die young bury me in satin, lay me down on a bed of roses, sink me in the river at dawn, send me away with the words of a love song..." I laughed mirthlessly at my own ironic joke.
I pulled my knees around, clutching them to my chest tightly. I wanted to look at something. You never do know what you've got until it's gone. My sight is just...poof! Gone. I want to see color again. I want to see the light rays or the moon beams that come in from the window. I want to see the color of the grass. I want to see Inuyasha's gold eyes.
I sighed softly before suddenly straightening. I knew the color if his eyes? Were they gold? The last thing I saw...?
"Agh!" I clutched my head and fell to the floor. It felt like someone was trying to splatter paint my brain all over the walls or something. Voices and images filled my head in blurs and gibberish. I gritted my teeth and tried to hold in my whines of pain.
The scene came to me in a flash.
I shoved him towards the curb and he stared at me with those pools of golden light with surprise. But it only lasted a moment as I heard a sickening crunch sound and my world exploded in a vision of red and black.
" -me! What's wrong? Can you hear me?"
I was sprawled on the floor with my back on the floor. I blinked my unseeing eyes and sat up with a groan. I put a hand over my hammering heart and wiped my forehead. I was sweating lightly but now my chest began to hurt. I clutched it and winced.
"W...water." I croaked. Tears formed at my eyes. The pain was like a burning sensation in my chest and hurt like crazy. Seconds later, a cold glass what placed near my other hand. I gulped it down desperately and felt more at ease with the cold liquid passing down my throat. The glass was taken from me.
The piercing pain bad subsided to a dull ache moments later and I could breath normally again. I slowly put a hand to my head, expecting parts of my skull to come off. They didn't. Okay, so maybe it really was my imagination.
I didn't even have to ask to know it was Inuyasha. He seemed to always appear when I had my attacks. And he was always by my side despite our arguments. It was like having some sort of guardian. I didn't remember him but my body told me he was a friend. A good friend.
It wasn't until he wrapped his arms around did I realize I was crying and trembling like a shaken leaf. Inuyasha held me on the floor and shushed me softly like someone would do to a baby. He didn't mind as I cried into his chest and clenched my fists into his shirt. I just wanted to be held and cry like a baby at the moment.
And he seemed perfectly fine with that.
They all sat down at the table, being silent as Inutaisho looked at all of them, his eyes lingering on Kagome. As if she felt it, she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. Inuyasha put a hand on hers as if to reassure her it was alright. She stopped squirming. Inutaisho cleared his throat.
"It has come to my attention that..." he trailed off. "I have to...Inuyasha, I am going to Izayoi's...your mothers' birthplace as she instructed and scatter her ashes there."
Inuyasha looked at him expectantly.
"But for a year I am going to travel to places that your mom wanted to see," he cleared his throat. "Your mom in her...condition, will be coming but..."
"I should...go as well." Inuyasha said softly finishing his sentence.
He nodded his head slowly. "It is only the right thing to do."
Kagome's hand tightened. Inuyasha looked at her. Her entire expression had gone blank but her body stiffened slightly. There was tightness in her shoulders and it traveled to the ends of her fingertips.
"If that's what mom wanted," Inuyasha said slightly torn he was leaving Kagome behind.
Inutaisho was understanding and softened his gaze. "It will only be a year, Kagome. It'll pass by quickly for you."
Kagome nodded and smiled weakly. But inside, she felt as if a part of her heart was being ripped from her chest. It was a different pain than from physical hurt. Her mentality was being ripped little by little and Inuyasha was leaving for a whole year. She knew she was thinking selfishly but she wanted - no, needed him to stay.
If he went, what would she have left?
[A/N] Sorry! A million sorries but I have been a little stuck with ideas for this fic. With a happier story, Star Bright being so popular and all. But I sat down last night and thought to myself, 'Finish your story soon. People are waiting.' So I wrote this out and hoped it was good enough. I betcha a whole bunch of people forgot this story existed and stopped reading. I do the same thing sometimes.
With sincerity,
~kitana411