Last Day

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Inuyasha and Company and I make no profit. I write for my own enjoyment and hopefully for the enjoyment of others.


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My name is Kagome Higurashi. Three days ago I celebrated my eighteenth birthday at home with my mother, grandfather, younger brother, and normal human friends whom I’ve rarely seen in three years. More than a celebration, it was a commemoration of my life the past three years, three years of leapfrogging through time to defeat an evil hidden beneath a smirk. Three years of lying to the friends I’ve held for years and living a double life that could kill me at any moment. Three years of longing for a man who set my heart racing with a glance of his golden eyes, a man who had once been a boy with soft triangular dog ears that twitched in feigned irritation when I rubbed them. It was a celebration because my life didn’t truly begin until the three years prior when I first fell through the ancient well.

Two days ago I went to see the doctor for test results. For months I had been weak and fatigued, and when it turned to sharp pains I knew it was something rest and a first-aid kit couldn’t fix. All I remember is hearing my mother cry while snippets of the doctor’s conversation filtered through my hazy mind. Degenerative. Progressive. Incurable. Having gone so many months before it was detected, the heart defect had worn me out and there was nothing they could do without a transplant. Without one, my heart would give out, simply stop.

One day ago with wicked glee, Naraku destroyed the well upon my return. I came to say goodbye, and instead I have returned to the Sengoku Jidai to a place where there will be no transplant, no doctors, no equipment and sterile white room. I watched silently as my family was stolen from me, as the friends who stood by me despite my absence disappeared from my grasp, yet I didn’t cry. No one understood why I didn’t cry.

My name is Kagome Higurashi. And I’m going to die today.