InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing in the Dark ❯ Part Five ( Chapter 5 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

“KAGOME,” Inuyasha yelled catching her as she fell.

“Is something the matter,” a nurse asked.

“Help,” he pleaded, completely lost, fear slowly threatening to take over. The nurse nodded, pressing a small button near the door. She came in quickly, ordering him to lay Kagome on her bed, then gently pushing him back. He watched as she checked Kagome’s vitals going over her previous notes and comparing her current results.

“What’s going on,” Inuyasha heard the familiar coldness of Dr. Kuyako.

“She fainted,” Inuyasha told her dumbly.

“How was she this evening?”

“Quiet... she coughed a lot, but other than that she was as she has been for a while.”

“I need you to go to the Waiting Room Inuyasha, once we find something I will let you know what’s going on,” she told him briskly.

“But,” he told her quietly, completely losing his usual hard-headed attitude at the moment. For now all he felt was the cold numbing fear that seemed to take over him.

“Now.” He nodded, realizing that he would end up leaving the room if not on his own, than by force. He turned, and was about to leave the room when a small golden flash caught his eye.

A small red and gold package was laying near the door, his name written in beautiful script. He picked it up, studying it closely. “Is something wrong?” He looked around, realizing he was in the Waiting Room. His mother was peering up at him concerned.

“She fainted,” he told her quietly. Sango gasped hanging on to Miroku for support.

“She... she...” was all the girl could say.

“What,” Miroku asked softly.

“She’s been getting sick lately... but... you don’t think...”

“Don’t go there,” Inuyasha growled, glaring at the pair.

“Inuyasha,” his father warned him curtly. Ignoring him, he plopped himself down into the nearest door, and began his study of the gift anew.

“What is that,” his mother asked gently, trying to recover her ground.

“Something I think Kagome was going to give me.”

“Open it then,” she suggested.

“No. I want to open it with her.”

“Inuyasha...”

“No.”

~ ¤ ~

Dr. Sesshomaru Youkiana studied the girl intensely. She had worsened far to quickly. Almost overnight her entire condition had literally “gone to hell” as Kagura had so kindly put it. He sighed, deciding that it was now the proper time to call in the family.

~ ¤ ~

“WHAT HAPPENED,” Mrs. Higurashi demanded in a shrill voice. Inuyasha didn’t look up, merely kept running his hands over the scarlet wrapping paper.

“Mrs. Higurashi you need to calm down,” His mother whispered, trying to calm the hysteric woman down. Someone was brave enough to try. The old man and Souta were just as comatose as he was, sitting in chairs just staring off into space. She however had come barging into the place like she owned it, determined to take down names of those who had put her daughter in jeopardy.

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU,” the woman screeched jerking away from the consoling woman.

“You seriously need to calm down Mom,” Souta whispered without looking up.

“Is Kagome okay Inuyasha,” he heard another familiar voice ask from beside him. Sometime during the mess Shippo had sneaked up on them, discovering the dilemma.

“Yes.” Shippo shivered. Inuyasha looked at the small boy, noticing small streaks of tears gently trying to dry on his cheeks. Without a second thought he gathered the boy into his arms and hugged him.

~ ¤ ~

She had asked for him. Inuyasha felt his heart soar and drop all at the same time. Still carrying the gift in his pocket, he took a deep breath as he opened the door.
She was lying there in, covered with tubes, connected to machines. A slight beeping caught his attention immediately. He took a breath only when he saw the line spike, heard it beep, indicating a heart beat.

“Kagome,” he called out to her softly, gently taking her hand.

“H-Hey,” she answered him weakly.

“Wasss up,” he asked trying to sound cheerful. She attempted a smile, which made him laugh. He stroked her cheek, kissing it softly.

“I wanted to tell you something.”

“Yeah,” he asked as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“I love you Inuyasha.”

“I love you to Kagome.”


“I want you to remember be the way I was before.” He looked at her for a moment, his throat closing up on him.

“Kagome...”

“Please Inuyasha? Can you do that for me? Remember me the way I was.”

“Kagome.”

“Do you remember the festival?”

“Of course I do Kagome. That was the first time I kissed you.”

“That night I danced Inuyasha. I danced like I never had before, I danced in the dark because you made me so... happy. So alive.” She looked up at him, her eyes shining with a small fire. “That’s how I want to be remembered. Dancing the in the dark,” she laughed softly. “Please?”

“I promise Kagome.”

“Thanks Inuyasha,” she whispered as she slowly fell asleep.

~ ¤ ~

He watched her lay like that for a moment longer. He watched her until someone grabbed him by the shoulder giving him a shake. “I said time’s up.” Inuyasha turned to look at the speaker, coming face to face with a very familiar pair of amber eyes.

“You’re here,” he demanded coldly.

“I’m her doctor,” his older half-brother snapped. Sesshomaru looked from the girl to Inuyasha. “So you’re the one she keeps muttering about in her sleep.”


“What do you mean,” Inuyasha demanded.

“I hope you appreciate her Inuyasha.”

“What...”

“Its time to let her parent in. You have to go. I suggest you go home and get some rest... and to do whatever she asked you to.” Inuyasha shook his head, trying to clear it. Ignoring Sesshomaru, he left the room, pointedly refusing to look at any of the Higurashi’s.

“How is she,” his mother asked. Inuyasha finally looked up. Tears were falling down her face much like they were on his own. He could feel their coldness, taste their salt.

“I think I just said good-bye,” he whispered.

“Oh,” his mother cried as she pulled him close to her. For one of the only times in his life, Inuyasha let it all go.

~ ¤ ~

He looked at the piece of paper, reading it without reading it. He had read it so many times it was now memory, a part of him that would never, could never be erased. Inu, I know something is wrong. I can feel it. Before something happens I want you to have this. Its my most treasured item. This is the ring that my grandmother gave to me when I was a little girl. It means a lot to my family, but I want you to have it. I think that it belongs more to you than anyone else in the world. Please keep it as a remembrance of me. Whenever you wear it, I want you to think back to the night that you first took me out. The night we spent watching fireworks. You’ll never really, truly know how much you meant to me Inu, but I can live with that. I will love you forever and always, Kagome.

The ring was a solid gold band with a perfect circle of pink gem on the top. The gem seemed to glow as he wore it on his left hand, the hand where he believed a wedding band may have been put on one day.

They had laid her down not even a day ago. It seemed to him as a whole separate eternity though. He had gone and sat in the back. Sango and Miroku and loyally sat next to him, saying their goodbyes. Her mother hadn’t given him one glance.

It was the Grandfather that had surprised him. “Boy,” he had told him, boldly confronting him after the guests were getting into their vehicles to leave. “I know she gave it to you. I’m going to let you keep it.”

“Why,” Inuyasha had asked not really caring, no one in the world could tear the precious gift away from him, but needing to hear the answer as if to confirm his worthiness to wear it.

“She loved you. It was clear to see it.” He clasped Inuyasha on the shoulder, squeezing it once before walking away to his seething daughter.

Inuyasha felt the cold wind weave through his silver hair, sending it out into the sky. He kneeled carefully next to the tombstone, gently running his fingers over the epitaph.

She lived. She loved. She was.
Kagome Higurashi
1987-2005
Beloved daughter and Sister.

He wished they had taken his suggestion, but inside he knew they wouldn’t. He had begged them to put, The girl who danced in the dark, a line that he felt in his heart would honor Kagome’s last wish.

Dancing in the Dark, he smiled as he thought of her small description. She had been like the night, not alarming the way most people saw it, but mysterious and alluring. She was dark and light all at the same time. Her eyes were like stars guiding you through life. She was a young and ancient as the moon, full of wisdom yet still young enough not to know all the answers. She’s dancing somewhere else now, he thought looking up at the cloudy sky. With a hand on the ring she had given him he slowly walked away, memories of fireworks, kisses, and laughter filling his mind, fulfilling her memory in ways that only he could.

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THANKS TO ALL WHO'VE STUCK WITH THIS STORY. I HOPE IT ENDED OKAY, AND THAT YOU LIKED IT!
Thank you for reading Dancing in the Dark. I thank you for your time and patience. I know its lengthy, it was originally meant to be a short story, however once I began to write I couldn't stop. I also realize that Kagome's mother may seem... a bit btchy in this piece of fiction. I wrote her character based on my own person feelings and what I could see myself doing if I was in that position.
Once again thank you for your time.
CJ Ryuu