InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Back to you ❯ Over the last ten years ( Chapter 12 )
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By: MIztikal_Dragon 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.27.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 456 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Suspense / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 12.27.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 456 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Oh, yeah I don't own InuYasha but I do own the rights to this story save for the characters!
So I'm back! I know that this story is probably really confusing, but I hope that you'll get it soon. Please review!
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Back to you
By Miztikal-Dragon
&nb sp;
Chapter Eleven: Over the last ten years.
It had to be no later than twelve thirty, Kagome was closing the restaurant after yet another busy day. Her feet hurt from standing at the cash register for ten hours and she had quite a headache. Once everything was locked up, she headed quickly to her car down the street, it wasn't good to be out this late on a Saturday night.
Getting into her red Toyota Matrix, Kagome locked all the doors, turned on the radio, and the engine, then began her long trip home to the shrine. People always say that life gets better as you go along, but from what Kagome had experience throughout her life, it only got worse. Maybe she was over reacting, but stress and mental frustration were the only things that she was able to comprehend.
Tonight would be another night that she would put a few dollars into her swear jar, then open the liquor cabinet and pull out the whiskey. She deserved that much for all her problems. Stopping at a red light, Kagome looked in the rear-view mirror and directly into her tired brown eyes that were surrounded by dark circles. She would need to pick up some more foundation to cover up the evidence from her sleepless nights.
It took her a half hour to finally get home and then ten more minutes to scale the hundreds of stairs, it was really becoming a pain in her ass, but then again a good source of exercise. Closing her front door, Kagome kicked off her shoes and went into the kitchen and dropped her purse on the kitchen table while she raided the fridge for something to eat. Taking some left over hamburger helper out, she popped the bowl into the microwave and nuked it. She went over to her answering machine and check her messages as she rubbed her temples.
Eri called with good news, Yuka had the baby and it was a boy. How interesting, she would jump for joy if her legs weren't numb, yeah right. Pulloing her food from the microwave, Kagome got herself a fork and went into the living room and plopped down on the old couch and grabbed the television remote, immediately turning on the news. Same shit, different day. Another person hit by a car, a child drowning, convenience shop robbed, teacher arrested for child molestation, the modern times were just another realm of hell.
Quickly getting bored of the noise box, she turned it off, set down her untouched food onto the coffee table, and went to her mother's room, or now known as Kagome's small library room. The shelves were filled with romance novels, horror stories, old school text books, a few photo albums that were found in the attic a few years back, and any other type of books that she collected. It was one of Kagome's safe havens from the world around her with the therapeutic leather chair to the cherry oak desk that she only had there for looks.
Going over to her desk, Kagome pulled out the almost empty bottle of whiskey, she would have to go out and buy more once she was out, tomorrow after work in other words. She wasn't an alcoholic, well the temporary stress reliever didn't control her life, not yet at least, but her spending countless amounts of money to buy three bottles of whiskey every week and a half wasn't bad, she had control.
Sitting down in her leather chair, she opened the bottle and took a long swig, letting ht liquor burn her throat as it slid down into her stomach. Kagome was now a twenty-six-year-old woman, with a masters degree in history, go figure, and a lazy cat that was completely overweight. Yep, she had it all, a cold bed, crappy job, and she was all alone. So if this is what was supposed to happen, then why didn't she just take a hammer to her head?
~~O~~
Kagome's point of view.
Looking back on the ten years that have passed since I left him, I cry myself to sleep. I screwed up big time, why I didn't listen to my conscious and just let InuYasha take me in his arms and carry me back to the village? My life was a completely nightmare, and I screwed up countless peoples lives including mine. My uncle was never the same person after he found me bloody and unconscious in the well, I knew that he only wanted what was best, but what happened in the end was more of the same.
He had tried pushing me into a relationship with Hojo that I just wasn't ready for. Yes, it's true that he and I went out on the weekends and hung out as friends, but that's all that we were, just friends. A little while after I turned seventeen I had went to the well to think, to gather my thoughts and that's when I had found it sealed, my uncle had boarded it up! We had a huge fight, yelling and screaming at the top of our lungs, and he had snapped and slapped me across the face. He had become everything that he had despised in my father.
Of course I knew that he would have never meant to hurt me and I deserved it, I had it coming now that I think back at it. But to him it was a different story. No matter how many times I had told him that all was forgiven and forgotten, he wouldn't accept it, he had hated himself, he was so ashamed. I still loved my Uncle Lee, how could I not? He'd given me life, in a non-sick sense, he provided for all my needs, saved me from an early demise. He was my only family left, and nothing I could do would change that, and I never what it to.
When I was of legal age, he left me, moved away to some place across Tokyo. He told me that he would pay the shrine's bill until the day he died as long as I went to school and continued being the little princess that I once was. He came down with pneumonia, and a bad case. I couldn't come down and see him because of my hectic hours, but Yuka gave me a message that my Uncle Lee was one of the people who didn't survive, that was three years ago.
The night of my twenty-first birthday I believe was one of the worst nights of my life. I can never forgive myself for what happened, it only added to why I should have stayed in the feudal era with the gang. My friends consisting of Eri, Rei and a few others had taken me to my first bar. I knew that they only had good intentions, doesn't everyone when things turn ugly? Oddly enough, I had run into Hojo after my friends left after a drunken dispute. Apparently Hojo had had a fight with his fiancé, and one of my best friends Yuka. He had left to cool off, or because she had kicked his ass out for the night. Who knew that Hojo could do anything but smile, let alone get angry? Well I didn't.
One thing lead to another, and many drinks and hours later I woke up in a hotel room, with a major hang over and a very nude and unconscious Hojo sleeping heavily onto of my own naked body. Immediately I screamed blood murder, waking him up, or so I thought as he rolled over and went back to sleep. I was hung over, scared, ashamed and every other emotion that could be shown with shock. I had dressed in matter of seconds, taking everything of mine and every single trace of evidence that I had once been there as well as some of his cash. I called a cab and went home.
Two months later after booking myself completely in work, I get word that Yuka and Hojo were married. Nobody ever knew what happened, hell I'm pretty sure that Hojo didn't even know, but that was the very first and last time that I went out drinking with the "girls". I was so ashamed of what I had done, it was unacceptable, I was officially tainted. I wasn't ever going to let myself get stuck in a position like that again.
Sure I drank, but I made sure that it was only in the comforts of my own home. I also made sure that there was never nay company or unwanted visitors. I didn't need that drama. Some say that the first step towards acceptance is admitting that you have a problem, so if I don't admit it, that technically must mean that I don't have a problem right?
I cry because the things I remember cause me greif, there's no way that my life could get any worse, could it? I used to go to self defense classes, thanks to my uncle. The trainer that I had reminded me of Kaede, he had told me that meditation would be a great stress reliever, so that's what I did every night when I got home, I would meditate. Now it's a different story, Tobias and I still keep in contact and I mediated once a week, twice if I'm lucky, but that's only if I'm lucky and obviously, I'm not.
Sitting here in my comfortable chair, looking back on the last ten years I can honestly say that InuYasha was right, he had been right from the beginning; there was nothing here for me. My brother Sota was no longer suffering, life had moved on without me. Pain filled tears brimmed and stung the back of my eyes as I remembered the sorrow in his eyes, his amber eyes. InuYasha may have been cocky, arrogant, and stubborn, but he had been my cocky, arrogant, and stubborn InuYasha. He had forgiven me for all the pain I had caused him, just like I had my uncle. And yet I couldn't forgive myself, I was angered at my soul for crumbling so easily, and ironically I was just like my uncle then too.
But now I can see the errors of my ways, and all the devastation it caused. Somehow I found the inner courage, the inner strength of myself to set it aside and try to heal all my wounds of life, slowly, but surely and eventually I was healed, I was able to put the past behind me, but only seven years too late.
Drinking the last of the whiskey, the bottle hung lifelessly in my outstretched hand. My numb fingers were barely able to hold onto the neck of the bottle. I laughed at myself, I really am pathetic. Here I am sitting in a library, a tiny library, in a house off to the side, but yet still inside the premises of the shrine getting sloshed at probably one-thirty on a Sunday morning still in my work clothes.
This was truly a miserable life, and I'm not able to escape this nightmare am I? I can hear the bottle hit the ground with a thud, I'm pretty lucky it didn't shatter, well that's about all the luck that the fate's would allow me. My body's starting to go numb with exhaustion, and I would have to be up in four hours to begin doing the shrine work. It is in need of a good cleaning and knowing my lucky, tourists would be coming to get the one hour tour since I was only able to have the shrine open on Sundays if somebody wanted a tour. It was my only day off a week, and the only spare time I had, other things would never get done and it wasn't as if they ever would either.
I yawn loudly signaling my brain to start shutting down for the night, and I fight against the sleep that I so desperately need. My eye lids begin to close and using the last of my energy to get up off of my very comfortable chair. The exhaustion took over and my legs gave away. I can no longer register the pain as my knee impact against the empty whiskey bottle. I groan as my face connects with the floor. I try so hard to allude sleep, but I'm over whelmed and I succumb to the inky blackness of my subconscious, a slave to my deepest desires. Dreams will be of the bittersweet fantasies that will never become my reality.
&nbs p; ~~oOo~~
Okay so that's it! What a shocker huh? It wasn't that great of a chapter, mainly a filer, but the next chapter is where it starts to get interesting I promise! SO KEEP AN EYE OUT!
Chapter Twelve: Back to the past.
Until next time,
& nbsp; Krystal.
So I'm back! I know that this story is probably really confusing, but I hope that you'll get it soon. Please review!
&nbs p;
Back to you
By Miztikal-Dragon
&nb sp;
Chapter Eleven: Over the last ten years.
It had to be no later than twelve thirty, Kagome was closing the restaurant after yet another busy day. Her feet hurt from standing at the cash register for ten hours and she had quite a headache. Once everything was locked up, she headed quickly to her car down the street, it wasn't good to be out this late on a Saturday night.
Getting into her red Toyota Matrix, Kagome locked all the doors, turned on the radio, and the engine, then began her long trip home to the shrine. People always say that life gets better as you go along, but from what Kagome had experience throughout her life, it only got worse. Maybe she was over reacting, but stress and mental frustration were the only things that she was able to comprehend.
Tonight would be another night that she would put a few dollars into her swear jar, then open the liquor cabinet and pull out the whiskey. She deserved that much for all her problems. Stopping at a red light, Kagome looked in the rear-view mirror and directly into her tired brown eyes that were surrounded by dark circles. She would need to pick up some more foundation to cover up the evidence from her sleepless nights.
It took her a half hour to finally get home and then ten more minutes to scale the hundreds of stairs, it was really becoming a pain in her ass, but then again a good source of exercise. Closing her front door, Kagome kicked off her shoes and went into the kitchen and dropped her purse on the kitchen table while she raided the fridge for something to eat. Taking some left over hamburger helper out, she popped the bowl into the microwave and nuked it. She went over to her answering machine and check her messages as she rubbed her temples.
Eri called with good news, Yuka had the baby and it was a boy. How interesting, she would jump for joy if her legs weren't numb, yeah right. Pulloing her food from the microwave, Kagome got herself a fork and went into the living room and plopped down on the old couch and grabbed the television remote, immediately turning on the news. Same shit, different day. Another person hit by a car, a child drowning, convenience shop robbed, teacher arrested for child molestation, the modern times were just another realm of hell.
Quickly getting bored of the noise box, she turned it off, set down her untouched food onto the coffee table, and went to her mother's room, or now known as Kagome's small library room. The shelves were filled with romance novels, horror stories, old school text books, a few photo albums that were found in the attic a few years back, and any other type of books that she collected. It was one of Kagome's safe havens from the world around her with the therapeutic leather chair to the cherry oak desk that she only had there for looks.
Going over to her desk, Kagome pulled out the almost empty bottle of whiskey, she would have to go out and buy more once she was out, tomorrow after work in other words. She wasn't an alcoholic, well the temporary stress reliever didn't control her life, not yet at least, but her spending countless amounts of money to buy three bottles of whiskey every week and a half wasn't bad, she had control.
Sitting down in her leather chair, she opened the bottle and took a long swig, letting ht liquor burn her throat as it slid down into her stomach. Kagome was now a twenty-six-year-old woman, with a masters degree in history, go figure, and a lazy cat that was completely overweight. Yep, she had it all, a cold bed, crappy job, and she was all alone. So if this is what was supposed to happen, then why didn't she just take a hammer to her head?
~~O~~
Kagome's point of view.
Looking back on the ten years that have passed since I left him, I cry myself to sleep. I screwed up big time, why I didn't listen to my conscious and just let InuYasha take me in his arms and carry me back to the village? My life was a completely nightmare, and I screwed up countless peoples lives including mine. My uncle was never the same person after he found me bloody and unconscious in the well, I knew that he only wanted what was best, but what happened in the end was more of the same.
He had tried pushing me into a relationship with Hojo that I just wasn't ready for. Yes, it's true that he and I went out on the weekends and hung out as friends, but that's all that we were, just friends. A little while after I turned seventeen I had went to the well to think, to gather my thoughts and that's when I had found it sealed, my uncle had boarded it up! We had a huge fight, yelling and screaming at the top of our lungs, and he had snapped and slapped me across the face. He had become everything that he had despised in my father.
Of course I knew that he would have never meant to hurt me and I deserved it, I had it coming now that I think back at it. But to him it was a different story. No matter how many times I had told him that all was forgiven and forgotten, he wouldn't accept it, he had hated himself, he was so ashamed. I still loved my Uncle Lee, how could I not? He'd given me life, in a non-sick sense, he provided for all my needs, saved me from an early demise. He was my only family left, and nothing I could do would change that, and I never what it to.
When I was of legal age, he left me, moved away to some place across Tokyo. He told me that he would pay the shrine's bill until the day he died as long as I went to school and continued being the little princess that I once was. He came down with pneumonia, and a bad case. I couldn't come down and see him because of my hectic hours, but Yuka gave me a message that my Uncle Lee was one of the people who didn't survive, that was three years ago.
The night of my twenty-first birthday I believe was one of the worst nights of my life. I can never forgive myself for what happened, it only added to why I should have stayed in the feudal era with the gang. My friends consisting of Eri, Rei and a few others had taken me to my first bar. I knew that they only had good intentions, doesn't everyone when things turn ugly? Oddly enough, I had run into Hojo after my friends left after a drunken dispute. Apparently Hojo had had a fight with his fiancé, and one of my best friends Yuka. He had left to cool off, or because she had kicked his ass out for the night. Who knew that Hojo could do anything but smile, let alone get angry? Well I didn't.
One thing lead to another, and many drinks and hours later I woke up in a hotel room, with a major hang over and a very nude and unconscious Hojo sleeping heavily onto of my own naked body. Immediately I screamed blood murder, waking him up, or so I thought as he rolled over and went back to sleep. I was hung over, scared, ashamed and every other emotion that could be shown with shock. I had dressed in matter of seconds, taking everything of mine and every single trace of evidence that I had once been there as well as some of his cash. I called a cab and went home.
Two months later after booking myself completely in work, I get word that Yuka and Hojo were married. Nobody ever knew what happened, hell I'm pretty sure that Hojo didn't even know, but that was the very first and last time that I went out drinking with the "girls". I was so ashamed of what I had done, it was unacceptable, I was officially tainted. I wasn't ever going to let myself get stuck in a position like that again.
Sure I drank, but I made sure that it was only in the comforts of my own home. I also made sure that there was never nay company or unwanted visitors. I didn't need that drama. Some say that the first step towards acceptance is admitting that you have a problem, so if I don't admit it, that technically must mean that I don't have a problem right?
I cry because the things I remember cause me greif, there's no way that my life could get any worse, could it? I used to go to self defense classes, thanks to my uncle. The trainer that I had reminded me of Kaede, he had told me that meditation would be a great stress reliever, so that's what I did every night when I got home, I would meditate. Now it's a different story, Tobias and I still keep in contact and I mediated once a week, twice if I'm lucky, but that's only if I'm lucky and obviously, I'm not.
Sitting here in my comfortable chair, looking back on the last ten years I can honestly say that InuYasha was right, he had been right from the beginning; there was nothing here for me. My brother Sota was no longer suffering, life had moved on without me. Pain filled tears brimmed and stung the back of my eyes as I remembered the sorrow in his eyes, his amber eyes. InuYasha may have been cocky, arrogant, and stubborn, but he had been my cocky, arrogant, and stubborn InuYasha. He had forgiven me for all the pain I had caused him, just like I had my uncle. And yet I couldn't forgive myself, I was angered at my soul for crumbling so easily, and ironically I was just like my uncle then too.
But now I can see the errors of my ways, and all the devastation it caused. Somehow I found the inner courage, the inner strength of myself to set it aside and try to heal all my wounds of life, slowly, but surely and eventually I was healed, I was able to put the past behind me, but only seven years too late.
Drinking the last of the whiskey, the bottle hung lifelessly in my outstretched hand. My numb fingers were barely able to hold onto the neck of the bottle. I laughed at myself, I really am pathetic. Here I am sitting in a library, a tiny library, in a house off to the side, but yet still inside the premises of the shrine getting sloshed at probably one-thirty on a Sunday morning still in my work clothes.
This was truly a miserable life, and I'm not able to escape this nightmare am I? I can hear the bottle hit the ground with a thud, I'm pretty lucky it didn't shatter, well that's about all the luck that the fate's would allow me. My body's starting to go numb with exhaustion, and I would have to be up in four hours to begin doing the shrine work. It is in need of a good cleaning and knowing my lucky, tourists would be coming to get the one hour tour since I was only able to have the shrine open on Sundays if somebody wanted a tour. It was my only day off a week, and the only spare time I had, other things would never get done and it wasn't as if they ever would either.
I yawn loudly signaling my brain to start shutting down for the night, and I fight against the sleep that I so desperately need. My eye lids begin to close and using the last of my energy to get up off of my very comfortable chair. The exhaustion took over and my legs gave away. I can no longer register the pain as my knee impact against the empty whiskey bottle. I groan as my face connects with the floor. I try so hard to allude sleep, but I'm over whelmed and I succumb to the inky blackness of my subconscious, a slave to my deepest desires. Dreams will be of the bittersweet fantasies that will never become my reality.
&nbs p; ~~oOo~~
Okay so that's it! What a shocker huh? It wasn't that great of a chapter, mainly a filer, but the next chapter is where it starts to get interesting I promise! SO KEEP AN EYE OUT!
Chapter Twelve: Back to the past.
Until next time,
& nbsp; Krystal.