Kagome's Sorrow
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Category:
InuYasha › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
5,068
Reviews:
36
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own InuYasha, nor make money from this story.
Kagome's Sorrow
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Dark circles formed under Kagome’s eyes, showing a fatigue that spoke of many nights of worry, and endless tears shed. Kagome sat next to the rain splattered window, and sipped silently at the tan mug she held in her hand. It was hot, burning even- and yet the slight sting tethered her to the earth. It was something real this hot pain. And in a world, she had often, over these years, thought was unbearable, and non-real…it was reassuring.
Ms. Hugurashi sat with her feet dangling off the edge of a tan leather couch, she was wrapped in a long light blue sweater, wearing only that and some comfortable black slacks. She had been dressed for work, as usual. The only thing that kept her sane half the time, was her job at the local daycare. She was a mentor to the little children there, and though there were times she wanted to lock some of them in the closet and conveniently forget about them, she always seemed to manage a smile for them.
Though when work was over, and the smiles were over, she would walk home, by herself- all alone. What she called home was a quaint and inexpensive house, which was so small it could barely be considered a house. It was a white house, with a lovely lavender trim, and a honeysuckle and lily garden in the front. It was on the corner of the block and was well suited to both her needs and budget.
Kagome sighed. It was so long since she needed more than air in her lungs, and the bittersweet memories she held so close to her heart. She had used these memories as a shield for her heart and affections for so long, she didn’t know or care for outside relationships, much. She had moved out of her mother’s house when she turned eighteen. Kagome never went to college. She had never really thought of it, and at that point in her life she was depressed enough to not want to do anything.
She had lost the fervor of life, for so long, and even now. Though she hardly cried any longer, the taste of food was bland, the colors she saw, neutral- bland. Everything had lost its charm. For a girl who once had it all. Now, she was only human. Only normal. And it was unfair. But then, Kagome had learned to accept the unfairness of life. Now that she was 28, Kagome Higurashi…had no more adventures.
She remembered the times she would go on death-defying raids on demonic palaces with her band of loyal friends. When all her sorrows in life were a woman named Kikyo, and a demon called Naraku. Nothing had prepared her for what would actually happen after the shard was gathered. No one told her what would happen if they won. In the back of her child’s mind, she thought everything would be peachy-great-ideal.
She knew better now. When she had shot that last arrow- the finalizing arrow, everything would be changed, forever…but she dared not recall these memories often. They often sent her to another round of Prozac from the doctor. Drugs- there is something she never thought she would need. How young she had been, all those long years ago. How naïve.
And what was she now? A woman who was almost 30, with no one and nothing in the world except for the children she saw everyday, and the occasional visit from her mother, and brother? Her family…her grandfather. Kagome’s grandfather had passed away a year after the end of her days in the Feudal Era ended. It had been a devastating blow to her psyche, only adding on to her depression. But like everything else she used to hold dear…it was, ancient history.
The reality was here, now…ringing? Kagome jumped, and coffee spilled down the front of her shirt.
“Damn”, she muttered softly, jumping up to retrieve the annoyingly loud phone. She set the coffee down, while liquid ran down the sides like melted candle wax. She wiped her hands on the already ruined blue sweater, and picked up the cordless.
“Hello?”, Kagome answered, awaiting an answer. An answer that surprised her.
“Kagome, hello sweetie, it’s me”, the airy voice of her mother drifted into her ear. But something was wrong, something was not quite right in the sad tone.
“Hi mom…what’s up”, Kagome waited patiently for her hesitant answer, and knowing nothing good would come of this phone call.
“Honey, I-I wanted you to come over tommorow. Sweetie, I haven’t been that honest with you lately…I don’t know any way to say this other than…Kagome, daughter, we’re moving. Souta, and I…”
The words came out. After they were said, Kagome heard her blood pump through her ears, and her heartbeat became something living like a hummingbird bird, beating its fragile wings against the the cage that was her ribs.
Those wings were torn, bleeding, and soon to give their last beat in rebellion. And all Kagome could do was sigh. At least…she would be able to see the well, one last time. Her room, which she spent many a night cramming for last minute exams. The kitchen that used to cook ramen. The window, her best friend in the whole world would sit in. The well, that once she jumped into…would carry her into a world…where her best friend in the world would be waiting for her on the other side. His nagging, cocky voice, saying…
Kagome.
“Kagome!”, the sharp and worried voice of her mother shattered her thoughts like a rock in a house of glass. She was slow to speak, but speak she did.
“Yes, mom, I’m here. It’s all right you kept it from me, I know why. I’m not upset”, she managed, in a stunned reverie. “Oh honey, I know…I just- with the death of…with the death of grandpa, and everything…Kagome, we just can’t afford to keep the shrine any longer. I’m sorry Kagome. We’re moving about twenty miles out of town. We won’t be far. You can reach us and-“
“Mom, that should be fine. Look, I had a rough day at work. I’ll stop by tomorrow. Promise. Do you need help packing or anything like that?” Kagome, had to wrap this up, already the cold feeling had crept up on her skin and enveloped her like a death blanket. Her mother felt terrible, that much was evident, but she was going to allow her daughter to grieve, how she would. “Alright…I’ll see you then Kagome. I love you”.
“I love you too mother”, Kagome answered, and hung up.
Kagome wanted to cry, she wanted to beat her fists into a wall, she wanted to scream, and whine that it wasn’t fair her childhood was gone at the age of sixteen, when the well that once held all her dreams, and hopes on the other side…wouldn’t work for her, any longer…
Dark circles formed under Kagome’s eyes, showing a fatigue that spoke of many nights of worry, and endless tears shed. Kagome sat next to the rain splattered window, and sipped silently at the tan mug she held in her hand. It was hot, burning even- and yet the slight sting tethered her to the earth. It was something real this hot pain. And in a world, she had often, over these years, thought was unbearable, and non-real…it was reassuring.
Ms. Hugurashi sat with her feet dangling off the edge of a tan leather couch, she was wrapped in a long light blue sweater, wearing only that and some comfortable black slacks. She had been dressed for work, as usual. The only thing that kept her sane half the time, was her job at the local daycare. She was a mentor to the little children there, and though there were times she wanted to lock some of them in the closet and conveniently forget about them, she always seemed to manage a smile for them.
Though when work was over, and the smiles were over, she would walk home, by herself- all alone. What she called home was a quaint and inexpensive house, which was so small it could barely be considered a house. It was a white house, with a lovely lavender trim, and a honeysuckle and lily garden in the front. It was on the corner of the block and was well suited to both her needs and budget.
Kagome sighed. It was so long since she needed more than air in her lungs, and the bittersweet memories she held so close to her heart. She had used these memories as a shield for her heart and affections for so long, she didn’t know or care for outside relationships, much. She had moved out of her mother’s house when she turned eighteen. Kagome never went to college. She had never really thought of it, and at that point in her life she was depressed enough to not want to do anything.
She had lost the fervor of life, for so long, and even now. Though she hardly cried any longer, the taste of food was bland, the colors she saw, neutral- bland. Everything had lost its charm. For a girl who once had it all. Now, she was only human. Only normal. And it was unfair. But then, Kagome had learned to accept the unfairness of life. Now that she was 28, Kagome Higurashi…had no more adventures.
She remembered the times she would go on death-defying raids on demonic palaces with her band of loyal friends. When all her sorrows in life were a woman named Kikyo, and a demon called Naraku. Nothing had prepared her for what would actually happen after the shard was gathered. No one told her what would happen if they won. In the back of her child’s mind, she thought everything would be peachy-great-ideal.
She knew better now. When she had shot that last arrow- the finalizing arrow, everything would be changed, forever…but she dared not recall these memories often. They often sent her to another round of Prozac from the doctor. Drugs- there is something she never thought she would need. How young she had been, all those long years ago. How naïve.
And what was she now? A woman who was almost 30, with no one and nothing in the world except for the children she saw everyday, and the occasional visit from her mother, and brother? Her family…her grandfather. Kagome’s grandfather had passed away a year after the end of her days in the Feudal Era ended. It had been a devastating blow to her psyche, only adding on to her depression. But like everything else she used to hold dear…it was, ancient history.
The reality was here, now…ringing? Kagome jumped, and coffee spilled down the front of her shirt.
“Damn”, she muttered softly, jumping up to retrieve the annoyingly loud phone. She set the coffee down, while liquid ran down the sides like melted candle wax. She wiped her hands on the already ruined blue sweater, and picked up the cordless.
“Hello?”, Kagome answered, awaiting an answer. An answer that surprised her.
“Kagome, hello sweetie, it’s me”, the airy voice of her mother drifted into her ear. But something was wrong, something was not quite right in the sad tone.
“Hi mom…what’s up”, Kagome waited patiently for her hesitant answer, and knowing nothing good would come of this phone call.
“Honey, I-I wanted you to come over tommorow. Sweetie, I haven’t been that honest with you lately…I don’t know any way to say this other than…Kagome, daughter, we’re moving. Souta, and I…”
The words came out. After they were said, Kagome heard her blood pump through her ears, and her heartbeat became something living like a hummingbird bird, beating its fragile wings against the the cage that was her ribs.
Those wings were torn, bleeding, and soon to give their last beat in rebellion. And all Kagome could do was sigh. At least…she would be able to see the well, one last time. Her room, which she spent many a night cramming for last minute exams. The kitchen that used to cook ramen. The window, her best friend in the whole world would sit in. The well, that once she jumped into…would carry her into a world…where her best friend in the world would be waiting for her on the other side. His nagging, cocky voice, saying…
Kagome.
“Kagome!”, the sharp and worried voice of her mother shattered her thoughts like a rock in a house of glass. She was slow to speak, but speak she did.
“Yes, mom, I’m here. It’s all right you kept it from me, I know why. I’m not upset”, she managed, in a stunned reverie. “Oh honey, I know…I just- with the death of…with the death of grandpa, and everything…Kagome, we just can’t afford to keep the shrine any longer. I’m sorry Kagome. We’re moving about twenty miles out of town. We won’t be far. You can reach us and-“
“Mom, that should be fine. Look, I had a rough day at work. I’ll stop by tomorrow. Promise. Do you need help packing or anything like that?” Kagome, had to wrap this up, already the cold feeling had crept up on her skin and enveloped her like a death blanket. Her mother felt terrible, that much was evident, but she was going to allow her daughter to grieve, how she would. “Alright…I’ll see you then Kagome. I love you”.
“I love you too mother”, Kagome answered, and hung up.
Kagome wanted to cry, she wanted to beat her fists into a wall, she wanted to scream, and whine that it wasn’t fair her childhood was gone at the age of sixteen, when the well that once held all her dreams, and hopes on the other side…wouldn’t work for her, any longer…
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I don't own Inuyasha etc. You will like this. I promise. And no, Inuyasha isn't the bad guy. I like Inuyasha. No worries. Review, please.