InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Blue ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: No I do NOT own Inuyasha…trust me I would be doing something with my life if I did…

A.N. I hope that you guys like it-and yes if you still haven't figured it out, I left Kagome out to build up suspense. THIS IS NOT AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!!

Chapter 3: Behind the mask

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“Where should we go next?” A masculine voice asked. The blue- eyed woman smiled, making sure that her mask was secure before she turned to her manager.

“Tokyo”

Her manager gaped at her. “Are you sure?” He asked timidly, knowing that she was sensitive of the subject in general. Why though, he did not know.

“Yeah,” the woman replied. “I think it's about time that I stopped running away.”

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Akina and Shiho hummed a tune in rhythm as they strode through out the mall, shopping bags swinging from their grasp as they smiled giddily.

Akina suddenly halted in her humming as she listened to some passersby talk about Blue.

The girls giggled amongst themselves as one of the females told a story of how she went all the way to America just to hear Blue sing. Akina then noted with interest that the girl began to go into vivid detail of how Blue was the most beautiful person she had ever seen. “She took my breath away!” The girl exclaimed. “I thought that she would be ugly because she's always hiding behind a mask, but now I'm not too sure.” Akina stopped listening at that point, her suspicions further filled at why Blue always hid herself. It didn't make sense. Akina had to admit to herself that, yes, she did also think that Blue was ugly and that is why she hid herself, but from all the rumors she heard the humans whisper amongst themselves she was immensely confused.

Akina knew for a fact now that Blue was hiding something.

And she was damned determined to figure it out.

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Black hair cascaded down the woman's toned back, swishing in the wind as the woman danced in the privacy of the room, dancing knowingly with the tempo of the song blaring through the stereo system.

She danced with her eyes closed, focusing on her footing, tweaking a few things here and there, never once stopping. She lip-synched to the song, singing it lividly in her head, knowing all the lyrics to the song already. Knowing them like she knew the back of her hand.

The music slowly came to a dimming halt as a new song came to life in its place. The song held a special place in her heart; it was one that she wrote out of anger, but none the less it was one of her best.

She listened closely as the first lyrics to the music came on and she found herself singing with them, matching the voice on the CD perfectly.

I've heard it all before

The beginning of the song opened up as the beat picked up, raven hair rose in the fluid movements of the woman while she recalled how she had heard it all before. Many times had she heard it all.

It brought back many painful moments in her pathetic life.

I don't wanna hear

I don't wanna know

Please don't say you're sorry

Crystal blue eyes flamed in anger as the words sung from her parched lips brought a memory to the surface, memories she wished to forget.

`I'm sorry'

The words rang through her head as she remembered how many times he had told her that phrase; it reminded her of how many times he had ripped her heart out then tried to redeem himself with that simple phrase.

I heard it all before

And I

Can take care of myself

She remembered that thought running through her mind in the end. She remembered thinking how she could take care of herself.

She wasn't needed then and she knew she could take care of herself now.

She would never regret what she did. The memory was still painfully fresh in her mind, causing a painfully pricking sensation in the back of her eyes, but she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he could still make her cry over him.

She could take care of herself.

I don't wanna hear

I don't wanna know

Please don't say forgive me

She was sick of it. She didn't want to hear it anymore, she was sick of hearing him asking for her forgiveness, and through all of that she finally realized something, painful as it may be.

He didn't belong to her.

Why was he asking for her forgiveness?

And that's when she made her painful choice.

That's when she ended it all. She did it all for him, so he could be happy.

Without her.

I've seen it all before

And I

Can't take it anymore

She had seen it all. She always did.

So why did he always ask for her forgiveness?

She remembered the look on his face in her final seconds, but that still didn't help anything, he didn't belong to her and she would never be able to fully make him happy.

Not the way he wanted to be happy.

His heart would never fully belong to her. That alone was enough to set her in her mind frame.

You're not the half man you think you are

Save your words because you've gone too far

The night before she did what she did, she remembered the painful words he had yelled at her in his fury. Words that stabbed deeply at her heart.

Forever changing her.

And listen to your lies and all your stories

The thing he said, the things he yelled broke her. She snapped at that point, her face becoming void of emotion and then she had realized how utterly pointless emotion was.

It only got in the way of things.

He didn't realize until too late what he had so deeply shattered, what he had so surely broke, never to be fixed.

By then she was gone.

You're not half the man you lied to be

She found it hard to think of forgiving him.

He had shattered her so completely, leaving her to fix her life by herself, never allowing another man into her life.

I don't wanna hear

I don't wanna know

Please don't say you're sorry

She at that helpless point of her life then made a vow.

I heard it all before

And I

Can take care of myself

She made a vow that she would show him.

I don't wanna hear

I don't wanna know

Please don't say forgive me

She would show him that she could live without him; she could make something of her life.

I've seen it all before

And I

Can't take it anymore

It was just a shame that he would never see her in all her success.

It was his fault, though. That's what she told herself as she hid behind a mask.

Don't explain yourself

`Cause talk is cheap

He had tried to get to her, but she pushed him away.

There's more important things

Than hearing you speak

She would not dwell over him; she would no longer be someone's shadow.

You stayed because

I made it so convenient

She would never let him push her around again; she was going to make something of herself.

Without him.

She was no longer going to run to him.

Don't explain yourself

You'll never see

She no longer cared for his feeble attempts to explain anything. She wished for no further explanations from him that night.

The night she died.

She swayed her hips more, putting all the anger she held towards her song and fluid movements, never missing a beat in the song or dance.

She had finally made something of herself.

Don't explain yourself

`Cause talk is cheap

There's more important things

Than hearing you speak.

The song dimmed, elegantly switching to the next song, not stopping for anything.

She bowed her head in defeat. Angered that he had hurt her so deeply she had to hide behind a mask.

She walked briskly over to the stereo system, pushing the off button with more force than necessary.

She walked dejectedly towards the window over looking the city of Tokyo, watching the rush of people going to and fro without a care in the world, completely unaware of her lurking presence watching their carefree life style.

Her life had never been that carefree, never.

She was always being rushed to do something or another.

She found herself not caring though, she could do anything with her life at this point in time.

“Mommy?” A quiet voice sounded behind her.

Spinning around quickly the woman turned to a little girl in her fours.

The little girl held her teddy bear with one hand, rubbing her eyes tiredly with the other, trying to rid them of their sleep haze. She walked closer to her mother, her pink bunny slippers scraping against the carpet as she dragged her feet.

Squatting, the woman took the little girl's face into her hands.

“Honey, you should be in bed sleeping,” She cooed gently, rubbing the pads of her thumbs against the little girl's cheeks.

“I couldn't sleep,” The child responded innocently, warming the woman's heart.

“Okaa-san can you sleep with me? I can't sleep in this place.” The little girl gently whined, tears gathering helplessly in the corners of her eyes.

“Oh baby, of course,” Her mother responded, picking the child up gently before making her way towards the spacious room she would be sharing with her daughter.

She set the toddler down on the bed delicately, watching in slight amusement as her thumb came to reside inside her mouth, before climbing over her daughter and resting in the empty space reserved for her. Her daughter turned on her side, her thumb in her mouth while she clutched the battered teddy bear to her side, facing her mother and curling into her chest, falling asleep moments later when her mother's arms came to rest around her pulling her close to her heart and lulling her to sleep with its steady tempo.

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Inuyasha groggily woke up to another terrorizing dream filled with his past, when he lived in his own nightmare.

He rolled onto his back, staring with unseeing eyes at the ceiling, contemplating where exactly his life took a turn for the worst.

A buzzing sound filled the room before a crash took its place, telling Inuyasha of his phone vibrating so hard it slipped off his dresser.

Getting up on tired limbs he wobbled his way towards the phone.

He flipped the silver mobile open, not bothering to check the caller ID.

“What?” He asked gruffly, not caring who it was.

“Well hello to you too Inuyasha,” The voice replied sarcastically.

“What do you want Miroku?” Inuyasha asked, skipping all pleasantries.

“Why Inuyasha I'm hurt to assume that you would think I only call my friend when I want something,” Miroku replied with a fake tone clear in his voice.

“Miroku cut the crap and tell me what the hell you want.”

There was a pause on the other end until Miroku spoke again, his tone a clear indication that all joking was gone.

“Inuyasha Sesshomaru has told me that you are beginning to have a recurring dream.”

Inuyasha felt a growl begin to rise in the back of his throat; just who the hell did Sesshomaru think he was to tell other people of his problems.

“Yeah, what of it?” Inuyasha asked gruffly.

There was another pause.

“Sango's been having them too.”

Both lines suddenly grew quiet; the air surrounding Inuyasha became stale and cold.

“What?” He asked quietly and uncertainly, not liking the look of this at all.

There was no response and Inuyasha's brain worked for something to say.

“Are you having them?” He asked vigilantly.

There was a defeated sigh on the other end.

“Mine just started last night.”

After that both lines elapsed into another silence.

“What dose it mean?” Inuyasha asked, not sure of what to think anymore.

“I'm not sure,” Miroku replied.

“What do we do?” Inuyasha asked a bit more edgily.

Miroku sighed, “Inuyasha I'm a doctor, not a therapist. This might just even be a coincidence.”

Inuyasha huffed, “Yeah Miroku, a real fuckin' coincidence.”

Sighing he ran a hand through his silver hair.

“Miroku I'll talk with you about this later, I'm still tired and I want to see if I can get anymore sleep.” Inuyasha said to his friend, already feeling exhausted and his day hadn't even begun.

“Yeah okay man I'll talk to ya later.” And with that there was a click and the line went dead.

Snapping his phone shut Inuyasha tossed it on his floor before he made his way back over to his bed and collapsing in it.

This was going to be a stressful day.

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Happy be-lated Christmas and any other holiday guys. So please do tell me what you think. I'm already working on a new chapter. Hopefully I can get it out soon.

-Ja!

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