InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Blue ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

 

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 THIS IS NOT AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!!

 

 

Chapter 5: Knowing the Unknown

 

 

“Oh hell,” Inuyasha complained. “There is no way that I'm going with her.”

 

Sesshomaru simply smirked.

 

“We will see little brother.”

 

He then lunged towards the battered hanyou using half his strained energy just to stay up.

 

`We'll see' he thought to himself, getting ready to kick some hanyou ass.

 

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Walking down the elaborate hallway to the elevator, Blue bent over, letting her daughter resting on her hip her push the down button, watching as she smiled in satisfaction when the button lit up.

 

A dinging sound echoed in the hall before doors to an empty elevator cabin opened.

 

Grinning Blue walked in before bending over again and instructing Sachiko to push the button with the bold black number one on it. Watching in satisfaction as the cabin made a slight chime and the doors slid closed.

 

Placing Sachiko on the floor, Blue reached up and pulled her face mask away, relieved that she could walk in the busy streets of Tokyo and just be herself, someone who nobody knew yet everyone adored.

 

It was quite ironic in a sense.

 

Placing the white mask into the pocket of her windbreaker jacket, Blue took hold of her daughter's hand.

 

“Mommy, where are we going?” Sachiko asked innocently.

 

Laughing, Blue looked at her daughter.

 

“Maybe Ron was wrong,” She said more to herself, referring to her manager.

 

She bent down and gently flicked Sachiko's nose.

 

“Your memory's just as bad as mine.”

 

Sachiko gasped dramatically.

 

“Nuh-uh!” She denied.

 

“My memory is better than yours.” She looked away from her mother, sticking her nose in the air and pulling her small arms to fold together, insulted that her mother would even suggest that she was as stupid as her.

 

Raising an eyebrow Blue looked at her daughter smugly, amused at the reaction she got out of the girl.

 

“Oh really?” Blue asked, an amused smirk on her face.

 

Turning her face to look at her mother Sachiko quickly lost her pout and smiled while nodding vigorously.

 

“Well yeah, Mommies are old, they're supposed to forget things. Uncle Ron calls you see-ni-ale” Sachiko explained to her mother, trying to sound out the word her mother's manager had told her. She had a smug look on her face, satisfied that she had remembered the big word her mother had been called, knowing it was an insult in the way her Uncle Ron used it.

 

“Senile,” Blue said, her voice flat as she confirmed and corrected what her daughter was trying to say, slightly irritated from the accusation.

 

“Yeah senile!” Sachiko told Blue in victory for getting the word right.

 

Bending down Blue came eye to eye with her daughter's fake crystal-blue pools.

 

“Well Sachiko, you can tell your uncle Ron that he can shove it.”

 

Standing upright Blue smirked to herself.

 

“Okaa-san what does `shove it' mean?” Sachiko asked innocently.

 

“Oh nothing,” Blue replied, taking her daughter's hand when the elevator chimed before coming to a halt.

 

The doors glided open and Blue wordlessly made her way out of the lobby, her daughter beside her the whole time, her delicate hand resting in her mother's larger hand, holding on for all she was worth as they made their way into the busy streets of Tokyo.

 

Blue, after finally deciding that too many people make her nervous, grabbed her daughter and brought Sachiko onto her hip.

 

Blue walked through the busy streets of Tokyo, her daughter clinging to her hipbone as she dodged in and out of people brushing past her. Sachiko rested her head on her mother's shoulder as time passed and she felt a slight drowsiness set in from the constant motion of her mother's footing. She felt her mother slowing down until she came to a full stop. Lifting her head she looked at her surroundings, immediately spotting a mountain of stairs, finding herself having to crank her head to look to the very top.

 

“Okaa-san why are we at a shrine?” Sachiko asked her mother in wonderment.

 

“Well Okaa-san used to live here when she was a little girl,” Blue replied, trying in her heart to block all the painful memories that laid in the shrine, struggling to break free from the darkest corners of her mind.

 

“Well, shall we?” Blue asked making sure that Sachiko was securely on her hip before she began to make her journey up the ancient stairs.

 

Time passed and slowly Blue began to feel the familiar strain in her leg muscles as she climbed the stairs.

 

Slowly a gut wrenching feeling began to reside in the adult's stomach, and she discretely told herself it was just nerves.

 

`After all' she silently reminded herself, `It's been years since I've seen any of them.'

 

Finally reaching the top of the shrine, Blue felt a pricking sensation in the back of her eye as she took in the familiar scenery.

 

`I'm finally home.'

 

Walking past the shrine, while completely ignoring the look of delight on her daughter's face from the different settings in the yard, Blue made her way to the house just along the backside of the shrine.

 

Feeling the knot in her stomach travel up her throat Blue swallowed hard trying to relieve herself of the choking tension with no success.

 

`I will not cry' she told herself as she walked onto the porch of the two-story building.

 

Knocking on the door she waited patiently, letting her daughter slide down her hip and onto the floor to hide behind her legs, her bashfulness of meeting new people settling in.

 

Footsteps could be heard and Blue fought hard not to fidget.

 

The door creaked before swinging open and she was met with the face of a middle aged woman, a cleaning rag in one hand and a cup in the other. She looked irritated to be disturbed before looking up. Her face became a void of emotion, going pale as she stared in disbelief at the person in front of her.

 

She then gasped, almost as if the reality of the situation had finally set in, her grip loosened in astonishment, the cleaning rag she held in her hand slipped quietly to the floor, the cup making a much louder bang as it shattered into millions of pieces, not even causing either person to blink as they stared at each other, similar expressions on their faces. Tears bunched in the corners of both women's eyes the elder adult opened her mouth, placing a shaky middle aged hand on Blue's cheek timidly, almost afraid that the person would bat her hand away or simply disappear.

 

“Kagome.”

 

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Inuyasha groaned as Miroku slapped a frozen bag of peas on his face, hearing the monk laugh at his inauspiciousness.

 

“It's a shame that you lost your temper like that and just rushed into battle.” He chuckled a bit at his own comment, “Its quite amusing, from what Sesshomaru told me, you haven't acted so foolish in years.”

 

Inuyasha felt a growl rising in the depths of his throat as he watched the monk with his one good eye turn away from his prone position on the spacious couch and walk over to the loveseat, making himself comfortable.

 

He heard the monk sigh in relief when he sat on the couch, feeling slightly envious that he could enjoy the pleasure of movement.

 

Miroku, catching the glare the half-demon was sending towards him, smirked.

 

“So Inuyasha, I hear that you get to go to some concert Akina is dying to go to.”

 

Inuyasha growled threateningly.

 

“Shove it Monk, there's nothing even remotely funny about this situation.” He replied, his ego bruised more than his body from the beating.

 

Miroku chuckled, finding the situation more humorous than Inuyasha did.

 

“Oh, but it is my dear friend. You might want to get some heavy duty ear plugs by the way.” Miroku told Inuyasha smugly, adding the last part of his statement as an after thought, a ghost of a smirk lining his features.

 

Inuyasha groaned miserably, lifting a clawed hand to his face and laying his palm over his good eye.

 

“God don't remind me,” he replied despondently, dreading the upcoming month.

 

He could already feel the migraine coming on at the very thought of thousands of screaming fans and ridiculously bright lights…not to mention the blazing stereos that could blow out even a human's ears.

 

`Yes,' he decided to himself silently, `This will most definitely not be amusing.'

 

He laid his hand over the side of the couch, letting it dangle lifelessly while his body laid vertical on the couch, his jeans torn in numerous places while his shirt hugged his chest loosely, his body sported numerous splotches of black and blue, slowly fading as time ticked by, his hanyou blood healing him faster then a human.

 

“I don't even know why she wants to go to that stupid concert.” He told the monk, venom lacing his voice.

 

“And I don't know why that damn bastard is making me go with his daughter.”

 

Miroku chucked, letting his head fall backwards letting the back pillows support his tired head.

 

“Call it repayment,” Miroku responded.

 

“You do, after all, live with him.” He added after a moment of silence.

 

He suddenly paused as a thought came to him.

 

“Hey Inuyasha?” He called out, his eyebrows slowly lowering in confusion as he contemplated the new thought rolling through his head. “Why won't Sesshomaru let you leave if you want to? I mean it's not like he can make you stay or anything.”

 

Inuyasha was silent and Miroku slowly began to think that his friend wasn't going to answer him.

 

“I don't want to.”

 

The words slipped so quietly out of Inuyasha's mouth that Miroku had to strain to hear what he said, not entirely sure that he heard right.

 

“I'm sorry, what was that?” He asked.

 

“I said `I don't want to'!” Inuyasha yelled, raising his hand to pull the now squishy package of peas to rest over his face, not wanting to look at the monk.

 

It took a lot for him to admit that he didn't want to move away from Sesshomaru. The very thought made his skin chill and caused goose flesh to slowly rise on his body. It wasn't that he didn't want to be away from Sesshomaru's family or anything; he was just scared of the idea of being alone. He didn't know what his mind would pull from its darkest corners and make him relive. He didn't want to remember how betrayed she looked as she took her last breath in his world, and he didn't want the guilt, that even four hundred years in the future was still haunting him, twisting things and making his insides churn.

 

He didn't want to remember his last words to her.

 

They were painful.

 

Inuyasha sat up abruptly causing the room-temperature thawed out pea bag to fall in his lap.

 

His silver hair hid his eyes behind their mane as he raised his hands to rest on the bag of peas in his lap.

 

“Thanks for the peas,” He told Miroku emotionlessly, throwing the useless bag on the floor before getting up from his place on the couch and making his way to the house's front door, ignoring the stabs of pain that coursed throughout his body with each step he took.

 

Miroku shot off the loveseat, not expecting the sudden change in his friend's behavior. He groped for something to say quickly to catch his friend's attention and see what it was that brought on the sudden behavior.

 

“Inuyasha!” he called starting to walk after his friend.

 

“Save it!” Inuyasha suddenly called back aggravated.

 

Reaching the door and swinging it open he left, not staying to see his friend as the man fought to think of what he could have said to put the hanyou in such a sour mood.

 

Inuyasha made his was briskly down the pavement leading him to his car.

 

He stared at the expensive piece of metal before turning unexpectedly on the ball of his heel, sprinting off towards the busy streets of Tokyo. He reached the streets before taking off into the air at lightning fast speeds, hopping from roof to roof, satisfied in the feel of the wind rushing past his face and through his hair, not caring how polluted the breeze was.

 

It had been so long since the last time he remembered running so fast. The city's population made it hard for him to just let loose, but at times he couldn't help it, he just felt the mind controlling amount of energy just burst into his tired and beaten body.

 

Slowly the scenery began to change to a place full of lush green trees.

 

A place that would be forever etched into his heart.

 

His pace slowed as he came closer to the more rural looking area of Tokyo.

 

He dropped into an alleyway, placing on his concealment spell, blending into the shadows of the dark passageway. He made his way out of the alleyway innocently, looking like any other Japanese man. He approached the stairs he'd made many trips up over the centuries and began his slow paced way up the ancient stones.

 

The first thing to reach his now violet eyes was the tree that had followed him through the centuries. He walked slowly to the ancient tree, stopping by the trunk, protected from the sun's scorching heat under the wide branches filled with lush green leaves. A white picketed fence ran like a border around the tree's trunk, trying to protect it. He looked at the bare spot adorning the tree right in the center, gazing at the small hole hiding discreetly off to the side, near where a scar now rested on his shoulder. He raised his now human hand to cover the fabric of his shirt, directly where the haunting memory of his past lay.

 

He sighed dejectedly and lowered his head, feeling sorrow course through his body.

 

He raised his head a moment later, looking to his sides for any sign of life before stepping over the small picketed fence and running his hand over the bare patch of bark.

 

He left his hand on the bark for a moment before resting his head beside it, content in that moment.

 

Slowly and hesitantly he stepped back, careful not to trip over the white fence and gazed upward, looking at the tree's branches that had cradled his body more than once. He felt a smile come onto his face at the happy thoughts that flooded through his body. A light breeze picked up, blowing his black tresses in his face, causing him to close his eyes in enjoyment. He reached up, brushing a few strands from his sight before smiling to the tree one last time and, after making sure no one was around, turned on his heel to jump into the near braches of other trees, making his way home.

 

Missing two people making their way up the stairs, one chatting animatedly while the other listened and took in her scenery.

 

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…BWAHA!! >.< Oh that one was close…REVIEW!! Might get another chapter out before the weekend is over. PLEASE REVIEW!! ^_^ -Mai