The Future Through The Past

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of its characters.

Chapter One

The day was dreary as rain began to pour down in steady drops. People rushed forward making their way to vehicles scattered across the busy parking lot. The hospital was unusually busy for this time of year. Some blamed it on the weather, some blamed it on society. More people were coming down sick with the flu while others were coming in banged up from automobile accidents. If they didn't dress warm enough to keep from getting a cold; they were running stop signs slamming into other drivers. Located on the sixth floor, in room 604 was a middle aged woman that had been brought in last week. Rumor had it she'd been heading to her mother's when a drunk driver ran a red light hitting her head on. After four hours in surgery, eight days in the ICU unit, she'd finally been placed in her own room. The injuries had been severe and she had fought for her life. The doctor didn't think she'd make it through the first night but the lady held on.

The nurse was in the room checking her vital signs as her family came in. She turned and smiled, "Good evening, she still hasn't woken up." The three sat down in seperate chairs, waiting for the nurse to finish up. The room was a private one reserved for coma patients. Blue wallpaper, with white border covered the walls giving the room a cheerful look. The bed was centered in the middle of the room allowing space for others to move around freely.

Souta sat down on the wooden chair positioned next to the window and glanced towards the bed. His heart twisted at seeing his beloved sister laying there. Her bangs were plastered against her forehead as if she carried a fever causing her to sweat. Her face was pale and lifeless. It wasn't right that someone so full of life would end up this way. True she had never been the same after coming home that day twenty years ago. After giving birth to her daughter she'd seemed to get some of her old spark back. Everyone knew who the babie's father was, there was no doubt in his mind. He may have been a child back then, yet he remembered his hero. Kagome never spoke of why she came back so suddenly and had sealed the well. When anyone asked all she could say was that it was for the best. It had to be this way.

Takara sat across from him staring out the window. Her brows were drawn together as if in deep thought. Souta glanced her over remembering his hero as he stood on top of a building with a huge sword placed on his shoulder. The girl looked every bit human, no cute little doggy ears for his mother to rub. The only two things pointed out her being different was her long silver hair and golden eyes. These days people believed it to come from a bottle and contacts. Even she didn't know the truth of her origins. Kagome had asked everyone to keep the truth from her. So the girl had grown believing that her father was dead. In truth he was dead having lived over five hundred years ago. So it wasn't like they were really lying to her just omitting certain facts.

The nurse nodding indicating she was done, "I'll be back in a little later to check up on her. Please feel free to call if you need anything." She walked out the room leaving the family alone.

Mrs. Higurashi stood up to stand beside the bed and grabbed her daughter's hand. "Kagome, can you hear me?" She continued even though she got no reply. "Dear, you need to wake up."

Souta placed his hand on her shoulder. "Give her time mom. The doctors say she is begining to recover from the accident."

"But why won't she wake up? They said she should have woken up by now." Tears streamed down her cheeks. She couldn't lose her little girl. That year Kagome had been running back and forth had been stressful for the family. Not knowing if she would come back alive and well. "I don't won't to lose her now."

"She's going to pull through I know it. Kagome has always been strong and a fighter. Mom why don't you and Takara go back to the shrine and get some rest. You two have been up here since the accident. Get something decent to eat and some rest. Running yourself into the ground isn't going to help. I'll stay here and call if there is any change in her condition." Souta knew they wouldn't want to leave but they needed to rest.

"You're right. Call me this evening after the doctor stops by please." She turned to her grandchild, "Come, Takara."

The girl that had remained silent spoke. "I want to come back in the morning."

"Of course."

They arrived at the shrine a little later. Takara stepped into the house slipping off her shoes. As a child she had visited the shrine only twice. Her mother had always insisted that her family visit them at their home. She had seemed reluctant to come here for some reason. The place had a woodsy smell to it reminding her of pine trees. The place was silent as they walked into the kitchen. Mrs. Higurashi fixed a glass of water for both of them.

"I'm going to make something for dinner. You can use the shower in your mother's old room if you want to get cleaned up." She had left the room the same way Kagome had.

Takara sighed and placed the empty glass in the sink. The stairs creaked as she made her way up. She had never been allowed into her mother's old room. As far as she knew the two times they had visited her mother never went in either. Which seemed odd, most people liked to visit their old domains. If only to see how it has changed and to be reminded of the past. The room had been off limits just like the topic of her father. She knew nothing of him except his name, Inuyasha. Any details about him that she had came from her mother during fits of anger. Like the time Tamara had gotten kicked out of school for fighting. A older kid had been picking on her about her hair so she had struck the boy. Her mother had complained that she was quick to fight like her father had been. Which wasn't true, she didn't like to fight but the boy had pissed her off and paid the price.

The door creaked when opened. Inside looked like a teenager's room nothing special. The bed was made, the desk neat, some clothes were piled on the bed. It looked like an old school uniform, green and white. It was horrible in her opinion. She placed her purse on the bed next to the uniform. It rolled to its side causing her lipstick to roll out. After placing her house keys in it earlier she'd forgotten to zip the bag closed.

It rolled under the bed causing her to swear, "Shit." She hit her knees and bent down to retrieve it. Her hand hit what felt like a box, she pulled it out. Placing that beside her she resumed her search once more. Her hand touched something flat, felt like a piece of paper. She pulled it out using her fingertips as not to scrunch it up. A picture came into view. A smile lit her face seeing her mother staring back at her. There was a few others in the picture which caught her attention. Another young girl with long black hair. A young man with short black hair holding a staff wearing a awful dress leaving no doubt in her mind where his sexual preferences lay. Her eyes landed on the young man standing in the back ground. It had to be her father but something seemed off. The same silver hair and golden eyes as hers. Then she spotted something on top of his head. Ears? They had to be fake. Maybe it had been a party where everyone dressed up. Which would explain the weird clothes and the attachments. Her heart soared at finally seeing a picture of her father. Maybe there were more.

She looked at the box she'd previously removed and finered the top. Doubt filled her knowing it was wrong to snoop in her mother's things. Curiousity was quickly winning over. A knock at the door caused her to push the box back under the bed. "Yes."

"I heated up some left overs. Come down and eat something."


Please read and review. Sorry the chapter is so short but its late and I wanted to get first one up.