InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ 38 Shades ❯ Funeral ( Chapter 7 )

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CH 8- Funeral

I watched the phone drop.

`I'm dreaming, right? This cannot be happening. This CANNOT be happening. I gotta be dreaming.'

"Kagome? Kagome, what's wrong?"

I turned to him, calm and collected. "My mother died. She's at Sien Hospital."

"Oh, Kagome," he sighed. He came to me and wrapped his arms around me. I didn't stop him, but I didn't stop him either. I just stood there, arms down and eyes staring past his shoulders.

"I have to go to the hospital. Can I use the phone to call a cab?" I asked.

Sesshomaru pulled me away, eyes filled with… something.

"I can drive you. I got my license a few months ago."

"It's okay. I can go by myself."

"Are you sure?"

I finally looked up at him. "Yes."

He looked at me, then left. I waited `til I couldn't hear his footsteps before I sat down on the bed.

Great. Just great. My mom was dead. Where was I gonna go? I couldn't stay with Sesshomaru forever. I probably couldn't stay the night. Well, it was basically morning already. The clock on my cell phone said it was four thirty-five in the morning. It seemed like I had been there forever.

Sesshomaru's mom, can't remember her name, I think she hates me. I think because I'm not rich and born with a gold spoon in my mouth, she thinks I'm inferior. Hell, I could have a whole damned gold dinner set and she still probably wouldn't like me.

His dad's okay. He's a little cold, but not like his wife. I remember his Dad's name. Inutashio. It sounds so familiar, where have I heard it before?

We told you…

You know him… remember his name…

I suppressed the scream that had instinctively stared to escape my mouth. Oh god. I haven't heard those whisperers in forever. This time, I talked back to them.

`Who? Who is he? Whose name have you told me?'

His…

You'll know soon enough.

They faded away, leaving me with a small headache and confused thoughts.

"Kagome?" I jumped. It was only Sesshomaru. Obviously.

"Yeah?"

"I called the cab. It'll be here in about five minutes."

"Thanks." I got up and walked to his window. I stared out, watching for the cab's light.

`Mom's dead. How'm I supposed to deal with this? Why did this all happen at once? Oh god.'

It was sunny. The sun was out, the sky was clear. It didn't fit at all. I stood, not crying. I think I'm beyond the point where I can cry my pain away. I don't think there were much tears left for me.

I wasn't listening to the priest. I didn't want to hear the words that meant my mother was really dead.

It was sad. Guess how many people were there. One. Guess who that one was. Me. I stood there, the only one left in the world who gave a damn if my mother was dead or not.

"In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, we commend to Almighty God our sisterNariko and we commit her body to the ground; earth to earth; ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The Lord bless her and keep her, the Lord make His face to shine upon her and be gracious unto her and give her peace. Amen."

I had forgotten her name. Nariko. Thunder. She had been nothing like thunder in the past days. She had been silent, quiet, unless she was delirious, then she would rant and rave at the top of her lungs, crying out for my father.

"Dear, they're ready to start burying her. Are you sure you want to stay?" The kind Priest, Father Sinorabu, peered into my eyes, his soft brown eyes full of sympathy and regret.

I shook my head silently. My mother was dead and I was the only one left, I had to watch it all, so she would know that I was there, that I loved her.

Father Sinorabu patted my shoulder, then turned and walked away, robes swaying gently in the wind, bible tucked under his arm.

The digger walked silently to the grave and started to cover it. I watched him, knowing every scoop of dirt would cover her more, would make her even farther from me.

Every toss of dirt was in slow motion, hitting my soul every time it hit the coffin.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

It grew louder in my ears. A beat against my heart.

No. I couldn't let him cover her. No. I wouldn't let him bury her in the dirt, to become food for worms and such in the long years.

Thud. Thud. THUD. THUD. THUD.

I couldn't take it.

"NO!!!" I screamed. I dashed to the digger and wrestled with him, trying to grab the shovel out of his hands.

"NO! I won't let you bury her!" I felt someone pulling at my shoulders, but ignored it. I kept grabbing for the shovel. The digger didn't say anything, just backed up, hands tight in the shovel.

"Let go, you bastard! I won't let you!" I couldn't hold on. But I tried. "I won't! I won't…" I dropped to my knees and covered my face with my hand. I felt someone hug me, but didn't look up. I sat there and sobbed.

I had lost everything precious to me. My whole family was gone, leaving me. I wish I could die too, wish I could join them wherever they were.

Someone picked me up, bridal style, and carried me away. I didn't protest, just sobbed, mourning my mother in a way I never thought I could. The person holding me sat down, where, I wasn't sure, and began to softly rub my back, gently murmuring soft condolences. I calm down, eventually, and wiped my tears away before looking up. I expected it to be Sesshomaru, but it wasn't. It was guy I had never seen before. He had black hair tied into a low ponytail, and the brightest, deepest violet eyes I've ever seen. He smiled at me. I jumped off his lap. I saw we were in the church, in one of the benches.

"I- I- who are you?" I decided to go with.

"My name is Miroku," he answered in a soft, thoughtful voice.

"Thanks for pulling me away." I said.

"It was no problem. Anyways, I couldn't just walk away after seeing you like that."

I dropped my head ant stared down at my black boots. I didn't want to remember it. Didn't want to think about what was happening to m mother at that exact second.

"What do you do?" I asked him. He didn't seem that much older then me.

"I'm studying theology at the college," he answered, not bothered by me poking into his business. "I was thinking about being a priest, but I found I couldn't." HE gave me a quick grin, a flash of white teeth.

"Why?" I asked, genuinely interested.

The man named Miroku held up a long-fingered hand.

"I can't seem to control my… wandering hand…"

I frowned. I didn't get it. "I don't get it."

He grinned again, and I was momentarily distracted by how hot he was. "In other words, I don't seem to be able to give up the ladies."

I got it. "Mmmmm," I said by way of answer.

He laughed at my expression, a soft chuckle. It was a nice sound, not forced at all, but a real laughter, a sign of amusement. Not like so many people I know, me included, who don't have any laughter left, but force themselves anyways.

Then he suddenly got serious, a concerned expression on his face. "Was that… a family member?"

"My mother." I sat back down on the bench, next to Miroku.

"Do you have anybody else you can go home with?"

I shook my head. "No." I hadn't thought about that. Hadn't thought about where I was going to live, how I was going to make money.

"I know you just met me, but you're welcome in my house."

I looked back at him, and didn't see any ulterior motives in his clear, purple eyes. I sighed. Did it even matter if he was a killer? I had nothing to go on for anyways. Nobody would miss me if I was gone.

"Why not?"

I followed Miroku silently into his apartment building. He was talking to me, and I hadn't been listening. I tuned back in.

"- girlfriend, Sango. She's a martial arts teacher, and isn't home in the mornings very often. Also, she has an adopted son, Shippo. Her brother also lives with us, so it might be a little crowded. "

I nodded. All those people. I would have to talk to them, would have to make small talk. I didn't know if I could do that. Before, a long, long, long, time ago, it would have been easy, second nature, nothing I had to think about. But now, all that was gone. I was Kagome the loner now, not Kagome the socialite.

Miroku stopped in front off Apartment 13. He pulled some keys out of his jeans and unlocked the door.

"Sango? I'm home! And I have a visitor!" He smiled at me and motioned for me to come in.

I stepped in, unsure how to act or talk.

"I'll be right out!" called a voice from a doorway to my left and down. I looked around. I was standing in a long hall that went all the way back and ended in a wall. To my right, I counted two doorways, one with a door, the other just an open entranceway. It led into a kitchen. To my left were four doorways. I could see into the one closest to me. It was a bedroom, a messy one. There were clothes all over the place, toys thrown around, plates on a desk, with candy wrapper in every place I could see. There were pictures of athletes all over the wall. I could recognize some of them, which kinda scared me. There was Yasuhiro Yamashita, Kosei Inoue,Ichiro Suzuki, Kim Sung Beom, and some others. There were also some American athletes, like LeBron James, Michael Vick, Andy Garcia, Hank Aaron, Babe Ruth, and Barry Bonds. I wasn't sure how I knew them, but I knew them.

I could see another door open in the messy one, and I saw a peek of an extremely clean room, except for toys on the floor.

Miroku saw me looking and smiled. He seemed to do that a lot. "The pigsty is Kohaku's room, and the clean one is Shippo's. They're staying at friends' houses', so you won't see them until tomorrow. The last door is me and Sango's room, then one next to it is the bathroom, the one next to that Shippo's room."

I nodded, not exactly sure what I was supposed to say. He led me to the last door on the right. "This is the living room. The couch pulls out, so you can sleep there, with the door closed." I nodded again.

Miroku turned around, and a young woman came out of the bedroom. She had long black hair in a high ponytail and soft warm eyes just like Miroku's, except hers were brown. She wore gray sweat pants and a white tank top. There was a funky design on them, made with fake red rhinestones.

"Is that a thong?" I asked before I thought.

She laughed, a high clear sound. "No. But everyone thinks that. It's the Calvin Klein symbol. You've seen them before, on the back pockets of the jeans." I nodded. Yeah, I had seen them. I had a pair myself.

"My name is Sango. What's yours?"

"Kagome," I answered, short and simple. She nodded.

"That's a pretty name."

"Thanks."

"So, how d'you know Miroku? Are you a fellow student?"

"I' m in high school. I don't think I'm a fellow student."

She didn't seem fazed by my reply. "Oh?" She turned to Miroku and raised an elegant eyebrow.

"I met Kagome at the church. Her mother passed away."

I was taken back. He had just told someone my personal business without asking me first. I wanted to punch him. Hurt him.

Sango's eyes filled with pity. I didn't want it. "Oh. Well, then I guess you're spending some nights with us. I'll go put some fresh sheets on the couch." She left.

I turned to Miroku. "Why did you tell her?! That was MY business, you had no right to tell her!" I could feel tears start to gather in my eyes, thinking about my mother.

"Kagome, I didn't mean any harm. I just thought she needed to know." He said this in a soothing voice. I shook my head, the looked at the ground.

Sango came back out. "Well, it's all ready! Kagome, feel free to go rest, I'm sure you've had a long day."

I nodded and bushed past her, walking into the living room. It had light blue walls, and blue curtains at the walls. The couch was already pulled out. There light green sheets on it. There was a dark oak entertainment center across from the couch. There was a TV, a DVD, and a Playstation sitting in their respective place in and around it.

I drew off my black jacket, and dropped onto the couch. I lay there, trying not to think about anything.

Of course, I didn't succeed. My mind was bombarded my memories if my mother, my father, Sota. Memories of when we were happy, carefree. Before me seeing the shades, before Sota died. I couldn't hold them in anymore and let the tears come, silently crying into the pillow.

10 pages again! I don't know what's wrong with me! The words just seem to be flowing outta me! SO, you know what time it is! Review time! Please do, it'll make me soooooo happy!!!! Oh, and those athletes names? All real! The Japanese ones, and the Korean one are Judo… people. LeBron James is basketball, Michael Vick is football, Andy Garcia is football, the others are baseball. I don't own any of them!!!!!