InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Anamnesis ❯ Anamnesis ( Chapter 1 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Rosebud1975 
Memory is a fickle thing.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.21.2006 | Updated On: 02.21.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 246 | Visits: 475 | Status: Completed
Memory is a fickle thing.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.21.2006 | Updated On: 02.21.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 246 | Visits: 475 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I don’t own Inuyasha
Memory is a fickle thing. The ravages of time, once her friend, have left her an old woman with little cognizance. Some days she cannot remember what year it is or even her own name. Her capricious mind remembers only fleeting images of the past . . . or is it the present? Ironically, her memories are all that she has left, so she holds on to them with what little strength she has in her feeble body.
Sometimes she remembers a small orphan boy with red hair and emerald eyes. She can hear his laughter echoing in the recesses of her soul. There is also a young woman with a sad smile and a strong spirit. The word “sister”always comes to mind when she thinks of her. Other times she recollects a handsome face, purple robes and a cursed hand. The sound of a slap and a resounding thud supersede this reflexion.
She knows these faces, but cannot remember their names. There is a constant sorrow that permeates their visage. Her heart aches to comfort them, to wipe away their pain. She knows them only as family.
She recalls the feeling of soaring with the warmth of the sun on her back and strong arms carrying her. But most of all, she remembers golden eyes, silver hair and a voice calling to her like a whisper on the wind.
“Kagome”
Memory is a fickle thing. The ravages of time, once her friend, have left her an old woman with little cognizance. Some days she cannot remember what year it is or even her own name. Her capricious mind remembers only fleeting images of the past . . . or is it the present? Ironically, her memories are all that she has left, so she holds on to them with what little strength she has in her feeble body.
Sometimes she remembers a small orphan boy with red hair and emerald eyes. She can hear his laughter echoing in the recesses of her soul. There is also a young woman with a sad smile and a strong spirit. The word “sister”always comes to mind when she thinks of her. Other times she recollects a handsome face, purple robes and a cursed hand. The sound of a slap and a resounding thud supersede this reflexion.
She knows these faces, but cannot remember their names. There is a constant sorrow that permeates their visage. Her heart aches to comfort them, to wipe away their pain. She knows them only as family.
She recalls the feeling of soaring with the warmth of the sun on her back and strong arms carrying her. But most of all, she remembers golden eyes, silver hair and a voice calling to her like a whisper on the wind.
“Kagome”