InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ 38 Shades ❯ Memories ( Chapter 9 )

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A/N- The beginning might be a little confusing, but you'll understand!

CH 10- Memories

He walked through a deserted hall. It looked like… the school.

`Why'm I here? Where is everybody?'

H heard somebody yelling. It sounded like a woman. It came from a classroom. He walked to it, and just missed getting hit in the face with the door.

A young man stormed out, about his age.

"Inuyasha! Get back here! Inuyasha, I'm going to call your father!"

The young man, Inuyasha ignored his teacher and kept walking. He could hear him muttering out loud to himself.

"Idiot teacher. All I did was call her a slut. I don't understand why that's such a big deal! Everyone knows that that's exactly what Siri is."

`He looks… He looks like…'

Inuyasha had long silver hair and bright amber eyes. That wasn't a very usual combination.

"Inuyasha!" It was a different voice calling him this time.

He turned around at the same time Inuyasha did.

He let out a soft gasp. He knew who that was. He still had black hair in a ponytail, and the same violet eyes. `Miroku?'

"What do you want, Miroku?"

"I was on my way to the office, but I saw you storm out of English. What did you do this time?" Miroku stepped next to Inuyasha.

Inuyasha snorted. "Feh.I didn't do jack. It's not my fault if Tsubashi won't let me speak my opinions."

"What did you do?"

"I called Siri a slut."

Miroku laughed. "Oh god, Inuyasha. If you feel the need to speak your opinions, so it through your songs, not in class."

Inuyasha just rolled his eyes. The two friends continued outside. He followed them.

`Inuyasha was dresses almost just like him.' He wore black jeans and a black Guns `n Roses shirt. Miroku wore blue jeans and a white Bruce Springsteen shirt.

"Hey, Inu, speaking of songs, when is the next rehearsal?"

"Not sure, but definitely not for the next two weeks. Sango's grandmother is sick and she has to go to Kyoto and Koga has detention. I don't even know why that idiot is in Failing Faith to begin with!"

"You know he's the best drummer in town, Failing Faith is nothing without him."

"You can play drums, Mir, why can't you do them. I can do bass!"

"Dude, you know I can't play shit next to Koga. Just try to get along."

"Feh!"

Miroku gave Inuyasha a stern look. Inuyasha ignored him. But Miroku knew that Inuyasha would try. Failing Faith was the only thing important to Inuyasha, other then his younger brother.

"Hey, how is Maru? Is he still sick?"

Inuyasha's angry eyes grew soft with concern at the thought of his younger brother. "Yeah. The doctors aren't sure what's wrong. They say that the fever isn't responding to any of the medicine."

Miroku draped an arm around Inuyasha's shoulders. "Hey, he'll be okay. I know it."

Inuyasha gave a Miroku a thankful glance. His best friend could always make him feel better. The bell rang for the next class.

"Well, I gotta go to Tsubashi this hour. Good luck at Shiro's."

"That jerk Toshiba is in there. How can it be good? And I'd need all the good luck in the world to get pass math."

Miroku laughed and walked off, waving. Inuyasha sighed and started to class. He followed him. He was praying, hoping.

`Please, not the same Shiro. Not the same Toshiba... Please.'

It was. Shiro was wearing the same clothes as in the other vision. The same girl sat in the same seat. Toshiba was there with all his friends, blue hair and black leather jacket. He started to run there, but the door slammed in his face. He jerked on the knob, but it wouldn't budge. Then he caught a glance of himself in the glass. He had silver hair and amber eyes.

`Sesshomaru? Why am I Sesshomaru?"

"SIT DOWN!!! NOBODY LEAVES THE ROOM UNLESS I SAY!!!" Shiro yelled.

He looked through the glass. `No. No, not again. Please god, no, not again.'

"Mr. S-Shiro? T-There's smoke c-coming in."

"Did I ask? Then don't talk to me. For your insolence, Mr. Hanajiki, you and the whole class will stay for detention. Starting now."

Shiro walked out the room. He stared up at the evil man who had just doomed his students to their deaths. It was as if it was in slow motion. He could see every wrinkle in his clothes, the wrinkles on his face. The maniacal glint in his eyes.

"NO!!!"

"Open the door!!!!!!!!!! Open the door!!!!! The door!!!!! Open it!!!!!!!!!!"

No, no, not again. No, he didn't want to see it again, didn't want to hear those kids dying. He slumped to the ground, back pressed to the door, tears running down is face. Then he heard the last whisper.

"Open the door...open it...the door…"

I woke crying. That was horrible. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed.

I hate seeing that. I hate knowing what happened. But that was worse. I had seen the life of that boy, Inuyasha. And Miroku had been there.

But it was so heart wrenching to know that that boy had had a family. A band he was playing in. A younger brother who had been sick, and he had been concerned about.

I don't understand though, why was I Sesshomaru in my dream? And why did that Inuyasha look exactly like Sesshomaru? I don't understand it at all. God.

I looked over and realized it was about two in the morning. I got out and shuffled to the kitchen to get some water. I was only wearing a black tank top and my panties, so I hope nobody is up. I didn't meet anybody there, or on the way back.

I threw myself on the huge canopy bed and stared up at the ceiling. The CD player was still going. It was a six-disc changer, and I and all my favorites in it. Slipknot, Korn, Linkin Park, Cradle Of Filth, Atreyu, and Disturbed. It was on Slipknot right now, Before I Forget from Vol. 3. I like that song.

"… I wear you like a stain, yet I'm the one who's obscene…" How true. I'm the one who see the shades and know their memories, but I'm the one that everyone calls a freak. Life is really not fair.

I tuned over to my side and closed my eyes. It wasn't long before I fell asleep, listening to Slipknot scream about how they paid for other people's sins.

I awoke to somebody knocking on my door. "Yeah?" I called, still sleepy.

"Kagome, it's about six. You better get ready for school." It was Sesshomaru.

I don't know how he can actually enjoy going to school. Maybe `cause nobody called him a freak. Or if they did, they did it in secret, since his dad owned almost all the businesses in town, so almost everyone was his employee. Nobody wanted their parents to be fired because that called Inutashio Youkan's son a freak.

"Kagome? You up?"

"Yeah. I'll be down soon."

"Okay. Don't fall back asleep, I know you do that,"

I laughed and got up. The music was off, so I turned it back on. Disturbed sounded throughout the room.

I walked into the bathroom, which was in my room, and washed up. I then dragged myself to the closet and wondered about what to wear. It wasn't so much about the color, because all my clothes were either black or red, but about what style. I could go for punk, Goth, or just comfy. I haven't worried about what to wear in a long time, but today, I had girl cravings. That's when you wake up one day and feel the need to plan out what you wear, do your hair real nice, put on make up. I haven't had girl cravings in a while.

I finally decided on a black corset top with red laces, black Tripp bondage pants with red and black straps (I've got a lot of Tripp bondage pants), and my black Vans with red laces. I put on my black choker with a blood red heart surrounded by silver spikes, my red and black jellies, and left my hair down I got my hair cut yesterday, so now it comes to just below my ears. I like it like that. My hair is really thick and heavy, so it was nice to let my neck breathe. I put on some thick black eyeliner with dark red eye shadow.

I looked at myself in the mirror. `It feels funny to spend all this time on how I look.'

I made my way slowly downstairs, and stopped in the doorway to the kitchen. Sesshomaru was there making breakfast. He was wearing black wide-legged pants with only chains, a tight black Korn shirt, and his black Vans. His hair was left down, and reached his butt.

I don't know how he manages to do it, but there's always this air of elegance abound Sesshomaru. Others would look stupid if they had tattoos like Sess, but on him, they look natural.

"Look at us. All Goth-ed out with only school to go to."

He turned to look at me. His eyes lit in appreciation. "You look good."

"Thanks. DO we have to go to school?"

"Yes, we have to go to school."

I shrugged and sat at the table. I watched him, and suddenly remembered my dream.

"Hey, Sess, do you have a brother?"

He turned to look at me. "A brother? No. Why?"

"Just asking. So you're an only child?"

"Yes. Why?"

I smiled at him. "I was just curious." He looked at me. I could tell that he didn't believe me. He finished with the food and brought both our plates to the table. I thanked him and dug in. Sess can cook, which really surprised me, `cause he doesn't seem like the type to cook.

Halfway through the meal, he stopped and stared at me. I looked up slowly. "What's wrong?" I asked him.

"I was thinking about the… shades."

I dropped my fork and focused on him. "Why?"

"You haven't said anything more about them since you told me. Why?"

I hesitated. I didn't want to tell him my dream yet. "Because there's nothing to talk about. I've told you everything, and they haven't talked to me for a while. I'm not sure."

"I think we should see hoe died. I don't know why, but it's been on my mind, and won't go away. I need to know the names. I need to."

I dropped my gaze back to my eyes. "I don't want to. I don't want them t be real."

"But they are real, Kagome. They're real, and I don't think that they've just gone away. I think something's gonna happen."

Those were the exact thought I had had. It was scary how much in tune we are.

"Kagome, if you don't, I will."

I met his eyes and knew he was serious. I didn't want to, but I understood that I needed to, also. I sighed. "Can it wait `til lunch? We can go to the library."

Sess nodded, and we both got back to our meal.

I sat at the same computer I had been on the last time I came here. Sesshomaru sat with me again. He gave my hand a squeeze before I started typing. I took a deep breath, and found the site where it listed the names of the children who had died.

I think the few seconds before the page came up was the most excruciating seconds of my life.

Then it was there, white page with stark, black words.

1) Hadaka Abe

2 Kaiya Baisotei

3) Dai Chishu

4) Gin Fumihiko

5) Toshiba Hanajiki

6) Nakeisha Hosokawa

7) Ai Ienari

8) Yei Ito

9) Hide Jukodo

10) Tomoko Jumonji

11) Mika Kawasaki

12) Etsu Kobayashi

13) Iku Kodama

14) Leiko Komon

15) Risako Matsuoka

16) Akina Minatoya

17) Nori Nakamura

18) Iva Okazawaya

19) Akia Omura

20) Kane Ryosaki

21) Masa Saito

22) Cantata Sakakibara

23) Fujita Sakurai

24) Tadako Suzuki

25) Izanami Takahasi

26) Suki Tanaka

27) Raidon Teshima

28) Mai Toru

29) Yutsuko Toshishai

30) Sachi Uehara

31) Mitoko Utagawa

32) Jiro Watanabe

33) Kano Yamamoto

34) Haru Yasui

35) Inuyasha Youkan

36) Maiko Yunokawa

37) Ringo Yutan

Inuyasha Youkan. Who was that? Was it one of Sesshomaru's family members?

I turned to Sesshomaru to see him pale and shaking, staring at the computer screen. "Sess? Sess, what's the matter?"

"Inuyasha," he whispered. I touched his hand. He jerked and stared down at me. "I remember. Oh god, Kagome, I remember." He shuddered.

"What is it? What do you remember?"

"Inuyasha… He was my brother… My big bro…"

I stared at him. "What? Your brother? I thought you didn't have a brother?"

"I didn't remember… Why didn't I remember him? He was my idol. I tried to be him. He was everything to me, why did I forget?"

I couldn't believe it. Sesshomaru's brother was possibly one of the shades. Now I understood why in my dream I was Sesshomaru. And they had been talking about his younger brother, Maru.

I grabbed his hand. "Sess, you were sick. Don't you remember, you had a fever? The doctors didn't think you would make it. Remember?"

He looked at me with sad eyes. "Yeah, my mom talks about that. I had some kind of fever."

"I've heard and read about things like that, where people get really sick, and they forget things."

"But he was my brother, Kagome! How could I forget my own brother?!"

I tried to figure out. "He died that day, when you were sick. Your fever, combined with the trauma of losing your big brother, would have been too much. You brain could have hid it, you know, suppressed memory."

Sesshomaru shook his head. He stared down at the floor. I wasn't sure how to comfort him, so I did the only thing I could. I stood up and wrapped my arms around him. He held tight to me. After so many times he had comforted me, I could finally return the favor.

"How could I forget? How?" he questioned into my shoulder.

"It's okay, Sess. It's okay." I patted his back, his hair smooth underneath my fingertips.

Suddenly, he pulled away from me. "My parents. They lied to me all this time. They never told me about him, never reminded me." The look on his face was forbidding.

"The doctors probably told them not to." I don't know why I was trying to defend them, but the look on Sesshomaru's face told me he wasn't in the best of states to talk to his parents about their lies.

"Don't defend them, Kagome. All this time I had an older brother I had loved, and they choose not to tell me. I want an explanation from them."

I nodded. "Fine then. You can talk to them when we get home."

Sesshomaru jumped up. "No. I want to go now."

"It's the middle of the day, Sess. You can't skip, you'll get in trouble."

"When have you ever cared if you get in trouble or not?"

"I don't care, but you have a future, Sess. I won't let you get into trouble."

"But I need to know, Kagome! I need to know why they kept it from me!"

I stood up with him. "I know, but Sess, talk to them later, when you can talk to both of them, at once." He started to move past me, but I grabbed his hand. "Sess, c'mon, please. Don't go."

He stared at me, them the fight seemed to disappear. He slumped back onto the chair. I sat down next to him. I didn't let go of his hand. His hand was warm against mine, large and long-fingered. He gazed out of the window. Then he started to talk to me.

"I remember, now, all about him. I remember he had a band, Failing Faith. I wanted to be in it. Miroku was in it. I wonder why he never told me. Sango was in it too, and a boy named Koga. Inuyasha hated him. I always used to wonder why, I thought he was cool. I remember the time Inuyasha took me to the carnival that came through town. He let me ride with him on the bumper cars. He bought me cotton candy, then put some down my shirt. I chased him. I remember the way he laughed, having me chase him all around the rides. Then the time he took me to the park when it was raining…"

He talked all through lunch, all about his brother. I listened, and every story he told me fueled my anger and hate toward Shiro. This is what he had taken away from Sesshomaru. From the other families.

13 pages. Well, mostly it was the names!!! Remember, review!!!