InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Blue ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

 

 

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!!

 

 

Blue

 

 

Chapter 6: Kagome

 

 

…turned on his heel to jump into the near branches 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.

 

X_X_X_X

 

Kagome stared into her mother's watery brown eyes, finding her own eyes water as her emotions were strained.

 

“Mama,” Kagome whispered more to herself than her mother, leaning into her mother's hand that was shakily placed on her cheek. She closed her eyes, drawing her eyebrows together and fought the wave of tears that threatened to overflow. She didn't want to cry, but in the end she couldn't help it as she felt the hot liquid roll down her cheeks, some running into her mother's hand. She bit her lip, fighting a sob, knowing that Sachiko was worried at just the smell of her tears by the tightening of her jeans pant leg as her little hands fisted into some of the loose fabric, and not wanting to worry (or possibly care?) her anymore.

 

“Oh Kagome!” she heard her mother say as she took her daughter into her arms, burying Kagome's head into her chest, happy just to have her baby back in her arms.

 

“Where have you been?” she asked in a fierce whisper, not out of anger but relief. She tightened her grip on her daughter, never wanting to let go, fearing that if she let her child leave again then she would be gone forever.

 

“I'm so sorry Mama,” Kagome replied in a hushed whisper, feeling more hot tears roll down her face, wetting her mother's apron, guilt clenching at her gut and refusing to let go, making her head spin as it overpowered her body, knowing that she shouldn't have pushed them away in her time of need, in her darkest point of her life.

 

“Shh, shh Kagome,” her mother soothed, patting her hair in a sign of comfort.

 

“I'm so sorry,” Kagome repeated a bit louder then the last, feeling as if she would never be able to tell her mother enough times how truly sorry she was.

 

“I didn't mean to, I don't know why I did it,” she continued, feeling a bit of desperation seep into her bones. She balled her fist into her mother's apron, much like her daughter was doing to her pants leg. She heard a voice in the far corner of her mind hope that Sachiko didn't rip her pants as she continued to silently cry on her mother, basking in her scent, deciding that she would never do something as foolish as she had done.

 

Sniffing hard she slowly let go of her death grip on her mother and stood up straighter, wiping her eyes with her cold hands, dragging them across her cheeks slowly to refresh in the feel of cold fingertips dancing along her skin. She wiped her tears dry and sniffed before looking slightly down at her mother, wondering when she had gotten taller than the woman, thinking of how her mother was already tall for a Japanese female.

 

“Oh Kagome, look how much you've grown,” her mother acknowledged, bringing both her hands up to cup Kagome's cheek, rubbing the pads of her thumbs against the bone, a watery smile on her face.

 

Kagome let out a choked laugh and looked down towards her feet, catching how stretched her pant leg looked and instantly remembering about Sachiko. Placing her hands over her mother's hands, she took them gently away from her face, looking down to stare at her loving mother in the eye.

 

Smiling a watery smile Kagome clasped both her mother's hands into her own, making sure she had her undivided attention before she began what she needed to say.

 

“I brought someone who wants to meet you,” Kagome began, watching in slight amusement as her mother's eyes darted to look over her shoulder, expecting to see who she was talking about. She was then met back with curious eyes as she saw nothing. Smiling Kagome dropped her mother's hands and turned around, squatting and picking up a now bashful Sachiko before standing up and turning back to face her mother.

 

Ms. Higurashi's eyes grew large as she watched her daughter pick up a small child. She suddenly felt as if all of the air in her lungs had been removed forcefully.

 

“Mother,” Kagome began, suppressing a chuckle as Sachiko turned her face away shyly, burrowing her face into her shoulder, “Meet Sachiko.” She let the information sink in her mind for a second before adding, “Your granddaughter.”

 

Ms. Higurashi stared at her daughter speechless, feeling a tidal wave of emotions wash over her body. She had a granddaughter, one that she had never met, one that she was now having the chance to be involved with in her life. She felt her suppressed tears run down her face uncontrollably as she stared at her new granddaughter, a smile lighting her features as she took in the image of her new granddaughter and lost child. It almost seemed too good to be true. It was like one of the scenarios she played in her head as she stood alone in her pale yellow kitchen and washed the dishes. It tugged at her heart strings and she felt her hand flying to her mouth as she kept grinning, trying not to laugh in her moment of astonishment.

 

“Oh Kagome!” She exclaimed, taking a long look at the new addition to the family. She stared at the little girl, slightly amused by her shy posture, remembering a time when Kagome had acted the same. “Oh, do come inside dear,” she told her daughter, wanting to deal with the personal matter away from possible prying ears. She turned her body, ushering the pair gently inside the house, the smile she wore never leaving her face, giving Kagome the reassurance she needed to know that her mother didn't hate her, and loving the feeling of finally being home.

 

Kagome walked slowly into the homey house, not used to being in a welcoming environment since she left. She took in the hallway, noticing that nothing had changed; the off yellow walls were still the same as well as the whole house. She smiled, liking how the place had stayed the same, relieved that her memory of the house was as she had left it. She walked into the living room area quietly, feeling Sachiko tighten her grip on her wind breaker jacket, knowing that even if she wanted to meet her new grandmother she was still nervous to meet new people. She walked to the couch that had stayed the same, refreshing her memory of the slight changes in the furniture's position, still happy none the less that it was still the same furniture. She sat on the small couch, relishing in the way she sunk from their soft cushioning. Her mother came in moments later, sitting in the single chair, smiling joyfully at her. Kagome returned her mother's smile, still slightly wary of what she would think of Sachiko and her parenting abilities, but knowing that she already loved the child dearly.

 

Kagome turned her head to try and see Sachiko, realizing immediately that proved pointless in the way Sachiko was so tightly clinging to her jacket and buried in her neck. Chuckling slightly at her daughter's antics she turned her face to her mother and motioned that it would only be a second with her facial expressions, knowing her mother would know what she was trying to say.

 

“Sachiko,” Kagome tenderly called to her daughter, using her most compassionate voice, trying to ease her daughter to release her and see her grandmother. Her only response was the tightening of a little fist on her jacket. Kagome smiled gently, knowing her daughter couldn't see it, but simply basking in the love she felt towards her daughter, silently wondering where she would be in her life if it wasn't for Sachiko. Bringing the hand resting on Sachiko's back to the back of her head she delicately ran her fingers through the black tresses avoiding where her concealed canine ears lay on her head, knowing the gesture brought her daughter comfort.

 

“Sachiko don't you want to meet your grandma?” Kagome asked, pressing her cheek against Sachiko's head, whispering into her ear. Sachiko's grip on her jacket loosened but did not diminish, `I almost have her' Kagome mused silently still stroking her apprehensive daughters hair, `Just a little more and she'll open up.'

 

“Come on, she really wants to meet you. I thought that you wanted to meet her,” Kagome said to her daughter, slightly asking her in the end. Sachiko let her hands drop from her mother's jacket, still resting her face in the crook of her mother's neck. Kagome ran her hand down Sachiko's hair and onto her back, rubbing small circles on her tense muscles, still trying to reassure the girl that she was in no danger and her mother was with her.

 

Shyly Sachiko turned half her head, only looking at the older female with one eye, still hiding half her face from her, taking comfort in her mother's presence. She was greeted with a warm smile and she found herself barley being able to suppress her own smile, still slightly hesitant in meeting this new person. Ms. Higurashi couldn't help but smile brightly at the child when she turned her face towards her to take in her appearance, she found herself having to contain more tears of happiness as she took in the innocent child's appearance. She had curled herself as small as she could into Kagome and Ms. Higurashi couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, noticing, not for the first time, how alike Kagome and Sachiko really were in the actions they made, remembering how Kagome always used to hide in her. The thought of Kagome when she was a child of her own resting on her hip made her smile bloom even larger, noticing the irony in the whole situation. Laughing Ms. Higurashi took in the child other appearances, noticing her raven hair color, matching her mother's greatly. Her crystal blue eyes also matched her mother's making her wonder if anyone who had seen Sachiko had even wonder if she even had a father due to the fact that she could very well be Kagome's sister knowing they looked eerily alike. She looked just like Kagome did as a child, even acted as her, making Ms. Higurashi have to hold her tears in even harder as the onslaught of memories both good and bad came rushing into her head.

 

Smiling brightly Ms. Higurashi looked at her granddaughter.

 

“Oh my!” she exclaimed with a gleaming face, “Look at how beautiful you are!”

 

The response the little girl gave her was simply adorable. She blushed furiously before turning quickly and hiding her face back into the crook of her mother's neck, also causing Kagome to burst into laughter, greatly amused by how bashful Sachiko was being.

 

Grabbing the little girl from under her arms Kagome turned her to face her grandmother, sitting Sachiko with her back to her chest. “Sachiko this is your grandma Miyome,” Kagome told Sachiko gently knowing that Sachiko could hear the smile in her tone.

 

Sachiko looked at her new grandmother with her head tilted down and her eyes just peeking out from behind her curtain of hair, still slightly bashful.

 

Miyome smiled at her granddaughter, “What's your name?” she asked the shy child, already knowing her name but wishing to establish a connection with the girl.

 

Sachiko put a finger innocently to her mouth, a blush rising to her cheeks.

 

“My name's Sachiko,” she told her grandmother softly, feeling her cheeks flame up more intensely at the attention she was getting, not fully used to her mother letting her meet new people.

 

“Oh! What a beautiful name for such a beautiful child,” Miyome told Sachiko, her smile widening causing Kagome to wonder briefly if her face would split in two if she smiled any larger.

 

Sachiko suddenly smiled brightly, lifting her head confidently to look at her grandma. She smiled proudly at the compliment.

 

“My mommy gave it to me.” She told the older lady, knowing that she didn't offend anyone from the way her mother and her new grandmother both laughed, if anything causing her smile to brighten, all signs of her previous behavior gone.

 

“Well your mommy certainly gave you such a wonderful name,” Miyome acknowledged, nodding in agreement with her statement. Sachiko smiled at the kind lady before turning half her body around to look at her mother. She looked down and placed her small hands on her mother's thighs, grasping them and hesitantly sliding off her legs, feeling her mother's hands come under her arms to help her down. When her feet were firmly placed on the ground she turned back to her grandmother, taking a hesitant look back to her mother's smiling and encouraging face before turning back around and walking slowly towards her grandmother. When she reach the place where the kind woman was sitting she placed one of her small hands on the older woman's knee, looking up into her bright face, feeling all hesitancy wash away with that one look.

 

“You're my Grandma Miyome?” Sachiko asked innocently, almost disbelieving.

 

Miyome continued to smile brightly as she nodded, finding her granddaughter's innocence the cutest thing she had ever seen.

 

Sachiko got a serious look on her face as she looked at her grandmother, making the woman wonder what had brought on the sudden change in the child's face.

 

“Can I just call you grandma?” Sachiko asked, completely serious, not liking the long title `Grandma Miyome,' thinking of how complicated it would be to repeat that all the time.

 

Miyome suddenly burst into laughter which was quickly followed by Kagome also laughing at her child's antics. Sachiko's eyebrows drew together as her small face slowly formed a frown, wondering what was so funny. Taking her hand off the adult's knee she turned so her back was facing her and closed her eyes, crossing her arms and throwing her nose into the air, pouting. This did not get the reaction she wanted; if anything it made the adults laugh harder.

 

“Hey!” Sachiko yelled, turning back to meet her grandmother's face, bringing her hands to rest on her hips as she tilted her body slightly forward, “I was being serous!” Both adults laughed even harder, causing Sachiko to wonder what she had said that they found so freaking amusing. She turned abruptly to her mother, stomping her foot to gain her mother's attention.

 

“Hey! I'm being really really serious!” Kagome continued to laugh, slowing down gradually until all she had to repress were a few chuckles.

 

“I'm sorry sweetie; I'm not laughing at you,” Kagome told her daughter, knowing that she didn't believe her. Sachiko walked stiffly back over to her mother, deciding that she had had enough embarrassment for the day. She hopped on the couch cushion beside her before climbing into her lap and thumping her head against her mother's shoulder, completely and thoroughly embarrassed. Kagome chuckled as she patted her daughter's hair before letting her hands to rest loosely around her body.

 

The air suddenly grew quiet and Sachiko found herself lolling to sleep on her mother's shoulder, her breath coming out in even strokes as her body loosened immensely. Kagome looked at her mother; all joking gone from her eyes only to be replaced with complete seriousness, seeing the same thing reflected in her mother's eyes. Miyome looked down at her hands, clasping them nervously in her lap, finding them much more interesting then the cold air that had suddenly enclosed the atmosphere.

 

“Kagome,” Miyome began, trailing off slowly, not finding anything more to say than that.

 

“She's his,” Kagome's voice sounded into the stillness, coming out quietly and pained.

 

Miyome nodded, straining at first to hear her, but completely understanding what Kagome was saying.

 

“I think I knew that when I saw her.” She then paused for a second, deciding how to phrase her next statement, “I hadn't realized.” She told her daughter truthfully, feeling a knot make its way into her throat.

 

“I know,” Kagome told her just as quietly, “I left before anyone could.”

 

The room lapsed into an eerie silence.

 

“Why?” Miyome asked painfully, wanting to know why she had just suddenly disappeared with nothing left of her except a note.

 

Kagome was silent and Miyome had to wonder if she would answer her.

 

“I was scared.” Kagome admitted silently, bowing her head so her mother could not see the inner torment in her eyes.

 

“I was suddenly plunged back into this life, and about a week after grandpa had died I found out that I was pregnant. I knew that the school wouldn't let me stay if they ever found out, and I truly wanted to keep Sachiko, to know that someone would rely only on me, and I wanted to have that responsibility. So I left a note and left. I used the money I had been saving up for college and bought a ticket to America. After I gave birth to Sachiko I decided that I didn't want her to have the kind of life that people only hear about in magazines and books, so I went and I tried to make a life out of what was left of me.” Kagome breathed in deeply, trying to hold in the tears that threatened to leak out, feeling as if a giant weight had been thrown on her shoulders. She wanted to stop, but she knew that in her heart, her mother deserved at least this. After what she had done to her she deserved to at least know the truth. “I met this man at a bar I worked at one night. I had recently been singing during open mike night to attract more customers, and he thought that I had a talent. He wanted me to do a demo tape with him, but I didn't want the publicity and media to follow me wherever I went if I did get famous, and I told him that. We decided that another way to attract fans and to keep Sachiko safe was for me to hide. So that's what I did. I put on a feathered mask and I sang. One thing led to another and I suddenly found myself with millions of dollars and a job that even if I quit now I would have enough to live comfortably for another fifty years.”

 

Miyome stared at her daughter, horrified that she had gone through so much without the comfort of her family.

 

“But why?” Miyome asked.

 

“I needed to know that I could do something on my own with out having to rely on anyone,” Kagome told her mother emotionlessly, remembering a time where she did have to rely on someone and remembering how he had let her down in one of the worst possible ways, after that she had decided that never again would she let that happen to her. When she had discovered that she was going to be a mother she then made a vow to never let her new baby down, never let her face the hard ships and heart break she had faced.

 

Miyome stared at her daughter's face, staring hard into her hidden emotionless eyes, trying to decipher anything from just one look.

 

Miyome suddenly thought of a disturbing thought, “Kagome what exactly are you doing for a living?” she asked hesitantly, not knowing if she really wanted to hear the answer she would be getting.

 

Kagome smirked at her mother. She reached into her jacket pocket, straining slightly from trying to keep her hold on her daughter, before pulling out a plain white mask. She threw the mask to her mother, watching as she looked at it in all different directions, flipping it over and examining the inside of the material, rubbing her fingers across the soft material. Miyome then turned very confused eyes to her daughter.

 

“I don't get it Kagome,” she told the girl, watching as Kagome continued to smirk the smirk that Miyome had come to know meant the girl was getting into something.

 

“Well actually that's not my public mask, that's more of my private-I-don't-want-gawking-managers mask,” Kagome told her mother truthfully, as if that one sentence would solve all of her mother's unanswered questions. She was met with a blank stare and a bit of a raised eyebrow. Sighing, Kagome stood from where she was seated, tucking Sachiko more securely against her chest, knowing the little tyke hadn't woken up from the way she hung limply on her shoulder.

 

Reaching into her opposite pocket she pulled out a CD case, having slight difficulty using only one of her hands, the other resting under Sachiko's limp bottom to support the tired child against her shoulder and chest, one of her arms hanging lifelessly over Kagome's shoulder. She looked at the plain blue CD case briefly before tossing it to her mother, watching slightly amused as her eyes momentarily grew in size as she quickly reacted to catch the airborne object while still trying to hold the plain mask in her hand.

 

Miyome flipped the CD cover back and forth between her hands, much the same as she had with the mask, examining the plain cover.

 

She looked back at her now standing daughter, still not getting what she was trying to tell her.

 

Kagome sighed as she reached out and gently took the CD from her mother's hands, taking her mask back while she was within reach.

 

“Gosh mother, you can be dense,” she mumbled under her breath as she walked to the television; flipping it on she pushed the DVD player's power button, satisfied in the way the machine came to life. She then opened the disk container using a single hand-with much difficulty- and slipping the solid blue disk into the open DVD player before pushing the play button and setting the empty container on the television's top. She looked back at her mother as the first beat to her song started to play, knowing how the song started and ended by heart. She was immensely satisfied in the look her mother gave her as the implications of the CD and mask finally fell into place. Miyome's eyes grew large as her mouth gaped open, resembling a fish greatly, causing Kagome to chuckle at her surprised look, knowing that she had probably heard at least one of her songs on the radio.

 

“Kagome you-!” Miyome started, finding her voice suddenly cut off in mid-speech, fully grasping what her daughter was telling her without words.

 

Kagome smiled, showing her pearly whites to the world, delighted in the response that was given her. Sachiko, on her shoulder, mumbled something inaudible about watermelons before shifting restlessly on her shoulder, desperate for a more comfortable position. Kagome looked at her mother.

 

“Do you mind if I put her in my old room?” she asked, gesturing with her head towards the stairs to emphasize her point, her hands too full for her to point in the direction. Her mother smiled pleasantly at her and nodded.

 

“I'll put some tea on dear,” Miyome told Kagome as she walked the short distance to the television, taking out the CD and placing in its proper place before turning on her heel and heading towards the kitchen, knowing Kagome would find her way to her old room just fine.

 

Kagome turned slowly, walking quietly in the opposite direction her mother went, heading towards the hallway stairs. She stopped at the base of the stairs, remembering how she had run down these very stairs as she ran late for school when she was young and carefree. She put a single foot hesitantly on the base step, working her courage up before placing her other foot on the second step, starting her slow rhythm up the stairs, looking at the joyful pictures covering the hallway as she went up, taking in all of the stilled smiling faces, wishing briefly that she could be like that again before pushing the thought away, reminding herself that if she went back to that lifestyle then that would mean no Sachiko. Slowly Kagome continued her way up the flight of stairs, stopping as she reached the top and turning slowly towards the hall that led to her room, knowing the other direction led to her brother's. She walked down the hall slowly, her feet not making a single sound as they slid across the carpeted floor, cursing herself as she realized that she was still wearing her shoes. She dismissed the thought though and prayed that her mother would forgive her as she approached her door. She paused outside of the door, reaching out with one hand to come and rest on the door handle, noticing that the pink frilly door cover she had put on her door handle was still there. She gulped as she suddenly found a knot tie in her throat from a sudden wash of nervousness running through her veins. She turned the handle, hearing a click sound through the deathly quiet hallway as the door broke free from its latch. Taking in a deep breath Kagome pushed the door open, closing her eyes tightly at the last minute, not so sure if she really wanted to see what had happened to the space she had lived in since she was a child. The door glided open soundlessly and Kagome instantly felt heat on her face from the drawn window blinds allowing sunlight into the room causing it to hit her in the face. Opening her eyes she fought not to burst in tears as she stared at the room her mother had left the same since she had left, even down to the bed being crumpled from her not making it in her rush to leave this place. She felt the hard held tears roll down her face as she looked towards her desk, noticing the plain white note on her desk. The same note that she had written to her mother in her time of distress.

 

She walked to her bed and gently laid Sachiko in the pink comforter, watching as a smile bloomed over her face as she turned on her side, snuggling in her mother's scent that she found surrounding her. Placing a delicate kiss on Sachiko's forehead, Kagome turned around and walked slowly to her old desk; picking up the note stained with old tears and smeared ink.

 

The only thing that rested on that piece of paper was seven insubstantial words.

 

I'm sorry,

 

Please don't come looking for me.

 

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Inuyasha walked down the busy streets of Tokyo, heading home and facing his fate.

 

Slumping his shoulders Inuyasha walked to the front door, not too relieved to be hearing noises coming from the inside of the house. Sighing he walked into the house, slipping his shoes off at the front door before venturing into the living room area.

 

“Fine I'll go,” Inuyasha said with his head dropped, not having to look up to know that Sesshomaru was in the room.

 

Sesshomaru smirked.

 

“Good,” he told his stubborn brother as Akina squealed in delight.

 

“Uncle Inu, you'll really like her, she has a really pretty voice. I just know that you'll like her!” Akina exclaimed, hanging off her dejected uncle's arm as she rambled about how great Blue was.

 

“I'm sure,” Inuyasha told the girl, annoyance sweeping into his voice.

 

A loud laugh sounded behind Inuyasha, causing him to turn abruptly and look into the amused face of Shippo.

 

“Don't worry Dad,” Shippo told Inuyasha emphasizing the word `dad' knowing how flustered he got. “I'll be going with you too.” Shippo finished.

 

Inuyasha stared at Shippo, “Oi, runt when did you get back from America? I thought that you said you wouldn't be back until next summer.”

 

Shippo stared at his adopted father disbelievingly.

 

“Umm, I said that I would be coming back next summer last year and I decided to come early because Akina called me about Blue playing here and I've listened to some of her stuff and I want to see what she really looks like,” Shippo told Inuyasha, adding some enthusiasm at the thought of finally getting to see what Blue looked like.

 

“Keh!” Inuyasha huffed, pulling his arms across his diaphragm and sticking his nose into the air, not caring about a word of this new singer. “Not like I care,” he told them all, “she's probably some butt ass ugly chick that can't make a singing career with her face.”

 

Everyone stared at the blatantly rude man with disgust.

 

“Kami Inuyasha, what's gotten you so uptight recently?” Shippo asked, not used to seeing this kind of attitude from his father in a long time.

 

“Shut it!” Inuyasha yelled at his adoptive son, pointing a finger at him before turning on the balls of his feet and walking up the stairs to his room, never once looking back.

 

Shippo looked to Sesshomaru. Catching the eye of the fully matured fox demon Sesshomaru raised a delicate eyebrow.

 

“If you are thinking that I have placed my brother in such a mental state then you are sadly mistaken. I can only wish that I could do that,” Sesshomaru told the fox curtly, not at all impressed by his brother's recent behavior.

 

Shippo looked back towards the direction his father had gone, wondering what could have happened to make him so upset.

 

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A.N. ^_^ Well I hope that you enjoyed that chapter, I'm in a really strong writing mood and ill be writing the next chapter and getting it posted as soon as possible. (I'm at my mother's house this weakened)Your reviews always do inspire me to write faster though…teehee. Any who, some plot twisting m&m's are going to be appearing soon, so I hope that you thought you had this story figured out because its about to do a three-sixty…so sorry…^_^ Stay tuned to see what happens next! (wow what an emotional chapter…)