Hey, sorry it's been taking me so long to post, but fanfiction is a low priority on one's list during junior year. In fact, it's a wonder I'm posting at all. I probably could be doing something more beneficial to passing the SATs and getting into college right now. Oh well, I need some way not to go crazy right?

Enjoy!

"Wouldn't you like to forget?"

Darkness surrounded me. The words echoed all around me, filling my mind and pushing out every other thought.

I forced my eyes open. Before me stood the woman in the kimono from earlier...and in front of her sat Naraku! That lady had been working for him? Great.

Looking around I found that we were all in a large room, somewhat fancy—for the feudal era anyway. Was this the castle that we had been trying so hard to find? I wasn't sure, but it couldn't really be anything else. I doubt Naraku would choose to live in a disappearing shack. No, a roaming castle suited his ego just fine.

Putting my focus back on who sat before me I was surprised to find two shadows behind the kneeling Naraku. Two dark figures, smaller than adult, stood over in the far side of the room. Neither moved. They both just stood there, two puppets waiting for an order.

Naraku's eyes met mine, realizing that I was conscious once more. I suddenly wished I wasn't. I'd never been those close to Naraku before. He sat only two feet before me. Before he had always been standing at a distance, using others to attack for him. He was terrifying up close.

"Hmm, I'm surprised she woke up. This might make it a bit more difficult."

Nothing happened for a moment. The wind sorceress was glaring at me. Like it was my fault I woke up!

"No matter," Naraku laughed—the sound making my bones shiver—and pulled out a small object that glowed darkly, placing it in his hand with another similar piece. "This should fix it."

Even though my head felt fuzzy and everything before me kept swirling and blurring, I could tell what those things were. They were pieces of the jewel shard, I could feel it. But there was something different about them, they weren't purified. They were black with hatred and blood. Completely tainted.

And I wanted nothing to do with them.

"Come now Kameko, wouldn't you rather just forget it all?" Naraku's hand reached for me, the tainted shards glowing black, if that was even possible.

I struggled to move. To get up and run away. But as soon as I tried that invisible hand squeezed at my soul like before. It wouldn't let me move.

"She struggling," said a voice from below me.

Looking down I was surprised to find the pale infant still in my arms. The baby was doing this? The baby was the one toying with my soul?

I begged at my arms to let go.

"My hold is starting to weaken, I won't be able to do this much longer," spoke the infant. Naraku frowned, then looked thoughtful. Another twisted plot was probably forming in his mind. He stood up and bent down before me, his face less than a foot away, and looked me in the eyes for the most torturous five seconds of my life. His gaze then shifted down to the baby in my arms.

"Do you still have a hold of her memories?"

I wanted to punch him. But I couldn't. Not only that, but I was terrified. This man, who had caused so much distraught to my all friends in this era, was right here before me. And whatever he had planned, it would definitely not be in my favor.

"Yes. Why?" asked the infant.

"Let's give her a trip down memory lane, shall we?" smirked Naraku.

The hand gripping my soul dug into the back of my mind. Suddenly my memories involuntarily came pouring out, all flashing through my mind at once.

I saw myself as a little girl, my mom smiling as we ate ice cream together at the park. I saw my mom fawning over one of my drawings from early middle school. I saw my last argument with her. The one about whether I could go out with my friends. The one where she rubbed her temples as I shouted like a spoiled kid at her for how unfair she was being. The one where she collapsed.

"Do you see now Kameko..."

I saw my mom in the hospital bed, smiling weakly at me. I saw Daichi crying next to me. He had been so young when she'd first gotten sick.

"You only bring pain to the ones you love..."

I saw grandpa through a crack in the door. It was dark, but he had lit a candle and was gazing sadly at a photo of my mother. I saw myself wasting time in the feudal era with Inuyasha hunting for jewel shards. We saved many people's lives, but I was never able to save the one of the person closest to me.

"Just...forget...everything...."

Naraku's last word faded away in the back of my mind. My vision had long been blurred over by tears. I felt a prick in the middle of my forehead, and everything washed away.

"She's gone. It wouldn't have worked if not for her strong feelings of guilt," spoke the infant as Kagura plucked it out of a blank-faced Kameko's arms. As soon as the hold on the baby was relinquished, the trance on her ended and she immediately became aware of her surroundings. Frightened, she jumped and backed up against the wall, glancing nervously at the unfamiliar faces surrounding her.

"W-who are you?" she stuttered.

Naraku smirked at his success, then turned around and switched to a friendlier looking smile.

"I am Naraku," the demon paused, waiting to see if his name sparked anything in her memory, but she made no sign of remembering ever hearing that name before. "But this isn't about me. It's about you. You have an ability that I need. The ability to sense the shards of the sacred jewel."

"To what?"

Kameko felt completely lost. Where was she? Could she trust this strange man before him? His voice sent involuntary shivers down her spine.

"These," Naraku pulled out three fragments of what looked to be some kind of gem. But these were no ordinary gems. They were a color darker than black, and, despite that, they glowed. Kameko felt a spark go off in the back of her mind. He was right. She could sense them.

"Yeah, so?"

Kameko didn't get what was so important about a crystal.

"You see Kameko, this jewel once used to be whole, but you broke it. You broke my sacred jewel."

Kameko didn't like where this was going. "So what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to help me collect the remaining shards, using your...talents," Naraku explained.

His gaze shifted to the two shadows in the far corner of the room. "Kohaku, come here."

"Yes master?" the former demon fighter came forward obediently, ready to carry out any deed to be asked of him. His weapon lay stuck in his belt.

"You will speak my orders to Kameko in my place. I will send Kagura and Kahna to help you two if need be."

"Yes master."

Is that all he knows how to say? thought Kameko. The guy was just a kid, years younger than her. What was he doing in a situation like this?

"Follow me," he said.

Kameko looked down into his eyes, they were an dark void. He was a puppet. Is that what I would become if I disappointed this Naraku? she pondered as she followed him out the door.

"Kameko," came Naraku's voice from behind her.

Her head spun around nervously.

"Yeah?"

"Don't let me down now," he warned.

Kameko gave a small scared nod before closing the door behind her. She didn't see the smirk that plastered itself of Naraku's face after she left.

Woah, did you see that coming? No seriously, did you? How predictable is this story anyway? Did you know that unlike the unnaturally "pure" Kagome(seriously, nobody has a completely pure heart; we're humans, we're flawed, deal with it) her mind would be erased? You can see how much fun I'm gonna have with this^^

Any ideas for what could happen to an amnesiac in the Inuyasha plot plz tell me!

P.S. Tabula Rasa means "blank slate"