InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Delusions ❯ Chapter Eleven ( Chapter 11 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Author’s Notes: This chapter will be in Amaya’s view-point.

 

Some are asking the how’s and why’s but it will all be revealed.

 

Happy Friday and Happy Reading!

 

 

 

 

Delusions

 

Chapter Eleven

 

Rated - M (for suggestive adult themes, references to some violence, and coarse language)

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

 

 

 

 

Amaya was still in awe of the travel through time. Her senses heightened, she experienced it on a different level. She felt self-conscious of her altered appearance, but was not too concerned with anyone outside of her family from seeing her since people did not frequent the Higurashi Shrine during the work day. Her mother scaled the side to exit the well but Amaya sprang up a bit and ended up vaulting out of the well and landing, ungracefully, near the steps.

 

Kagome stared at her wide-eyed, “I guess I should have realized that you would be a bit more…”

 

Despite the fact that the landing did not hurt her she rubbed herself all the same out of habit. “Strong?” Amaya inserted. “You’ll definitely have to explain all of this to me. I can only take so many surprises a day, Mama!”

 

Amaya tried to step delicately. She felt that if she had any bounce to her step she would launch right off of the ground. Watching Inuyasha while he battled those monsters made her wonder how strong she actually was seeing as to how he was her biological father. He didn’t even seem that much older than her. ‘This is all so much to take in.’ Trying to think about the circumstances surrounding her conception and birth gave her a headache. She really did not want to think of her mother in such...lewd circumstances anyway. No child wanted to think about their parents in that particular circumstance, least of all her. But she had never realized or even fathomed that her beginning was so...different...from her friends. She had never had a reason to question where she fit into the world and now she was left wondering if she did at all.

 

Kagome picked up her scattered items that had been left outside of the shrine and grabbed Amaya’s hand, “Well, first of all, you are not going to blow away with the next big wind. No need to step lightly. Here,” she said with her hand out, “give me the necklace.” Amaya handed her the stone and broken chain. She followed her mother from the well to their house. No one was inside since her father wasn’t home, ‘Wait...I guess he’s not my father anymore. He never was.’

 

The realization hit her harder than she thought it would. He had treated her fairly growing up, though always a little distant now that she thought back on it. She was quite unsure now of how to navigate a relationship with the man who had helped raise her, knowing that he was not her biological father. How would he even take her new appearance? What did he even know about her mother’s past? She wasn’t quite sure if she would have believed her mother if she had told her that she was part yōkai just yesterday. ‘I’ll just treat him the same as always,’ she concluded. He had obviously taken her and her mother in with no questions asked, so he had to be given a little credit.

 

Once they reached the house, Kagome informed her that she would be making a few calls so Amaya was left to her own devices for a while. She ran up to her room, which was quite fast, and she actually ended up passing her room by accident since she was moving faster than she had ever before. Pity she was not on the track team now like she had told her mother, she could blow them all away effortlessly.

 

When she got to her room she took a look around. Her school books were sitting on her desk and she wondered if she would be going back to school. Her mother always tried to instill how important school was to her and Amaya had always complied but now she was feeling torn on a life she knew and a life she could have. The possibilities seemed endless to her now. She was curious to go back and learn more about the Feudal Era and her true parentage.

 

As she was pondering her mother came up the stairs and approached her room. Amaya could hear her hesitate outside of her door. After a moment, there was a knock and Amaya got up and gently opened the door, still afraid of her own strength.

 

“Amaya…” Kagome began. She looked at her questioningly, her eyes pleading forgiveness.

 

Amaya went back and sat down on her bed where Kagome went to join her. She held up the necklace that she had apparently fixed while she was downstairs. Amaya bent her neck and allowed Kagome to slip the chain over her head and the stone laid against her chest. The weight of the object was familiar, but also a lie.

 

Once the necklace was on she shed her yōkai appearance and reverted to her former look with dark hair, blue eyes, blunt ears, and human fingers...that and everything became dull. Even with the short amount of time she had acquired her true senses, she felt like she had lost something dear to her with the necklace on. Now rather than soothing, the necklace felt heavy and troublesome.

 

“This is just temporary,” Kagome began. “I understand that you’ve just been thrown through the ringer, but you have a choice on what to do now. I can’t imagine you just settling for what you know,” she chuckled lightly. “When I was your age, I chose to live a dual life, one of questing and finishing school. I ended up choosing life here for reasons that I will share with you...in time.” Her mother shifted uncomfortably, “It’s my job to guide you but I am not sure that I can do that now. I have to go back and complete what I started years ago. So, you can stay here and live life the way you’ve known it to be, which is what I’d like, so that I know you’re always safe. Or…” she hesitated and looked away, “...or maybe something else can be worked out…” Kagome patted the bed in a gesture of reassurance and got up. “Well, I've got a few errands to run. I'll be back in a couple of hours.”

 

“Questing? What do you mean” Amaya asked.

 

Kagome fidgeted uncomfortably on the bed. She didn’t seem to thrilled to talk about her past. “Well, I...um...in a nutshell, I was attacked by a demon from inside the well and pulled through to a different era...and I unleashed the Shikon No Tama into the world, splitting it fragments which caused chaos and mayhem wherever they were found so I had to help...um piece the jewel back together.”

 

Amaya was sure that her eyes lit up. She never knew that her mother was this interesting. “Wow, what else did you do? How did you meet my father then? Did you fight demons? What is the Shikon No Tama?”

 

“Wow, so many questions,” she said. “I’ll explain more, later. For now I have to get some things done.” She got up and grabbed Amaya by the shoulder in a motherly gesture before leaving the room.

 

She looked at her mother as she left and pondered…’Do I stay? I know it's what she would want but I can't imagine not knowing what could be.’ Could she do what her mother said she had done and live a dual life? She didn't see why not, she had the highest grades in her class so juggling school and a life in the past shouldn't be too hard. But was a life in the past there for her? ‘I guess I'll go back and find out.’

 

With her mind made up she decided that she would try and go back through the well and approach the Inuyasha character who was supposed to be her father. The question was when. For now she would try and focus on school. Just in case.

 

 

 

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful, all things considered. Kagome returned from her errands and made dinner and her father came home late, as usual. Amaya and her mother had eaten together before he arrived, leaving the leftovers to be reheated. She decided to slip off to her room to make use of the rest of the evening by studying. No sense in falling behind just because she found out that she was part demon. The thought of being anything but human was still quite odd to her.

 

She had barely started when she thought she heard raised voices. She couldn't hear anything more and knew that she wouldn't unless she went downstairs and that would defeat the purpose of eavesdropping since her mom would just clam up and pretend like nothing was wrong if she knew Amaya was listening.

 

She then remembered that her hearing was actually quite acute if she weren't wearing a certain piece of jewelry. ‘But can I get it off? Mama did say that it was enchanted or something.’ She grabbed the chain and easily slid it off. ‘Hmm, must not work anymore now that I know about it or something.’ She stepped to her door and quietly swung it open. She was right, she could just make out voices now. She focused on them and they sounded anything but cheery.

 

“We need to talk about this Takashi,” she heard her mother’s voice say.

 

“What's there to talk about anymore, Kagome,” came the baritone of her father’s voice.

 

“Look, I know that you aren't really staying late at the office. I've always known. Now I'm giving you an out. I just can't put up a charade like everything is alright when it isn't.”

 

“Oh, now you are giving me an out? Don't act like this is all my fault. I tried for years. I accepted both you with no questions asked.”

 

“I know you did and I don't blame you for any of this. I should not have roped you into my mess.”

 

“Don't do that.”

 

“Do what?”

 

“Play the martyr .”

 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

 

“You always take all of the blame and, frankly, I'm tired of it. I loved you and I wanted to take care of you. I love Amaya, too...but it's clear that you only married me because you thought it was the right thing to do.”

 

“Takashi, I…”

 

“You, what?”

 

“I'm sorry. You're right. I did marry you because it seemed like the right thing to do. I thought I would grow to love you and I think I did in a way but it didn't go anywhere from that.”

 

There was silence for a few moments………..

 

“What now?” her father asked.

 

“Now you can leave if that's what you want.” Her mother’s voice sounded gentle but firm.

 

“And what about Amaya?”

 

“That's up to her.”

 

“I can't just leave without saying goodbye.”

 

“Then don't.”

 

“Will you be ok?”

 

“I'm sure I can manage fine.”

 

She heard the scraping of chairs against the floor and knew that she was about to get a visit so she ran back over to her desk and put her nose to the books. Almost too late she remembered to redon the necklace. The dulling of her senses was quite a shock but she settled into it easily since she had lived her whole life this way.

 

A knock at her door signaled the arrival of her father. “Come in,” she called.

 

Her father entered the room and motioned her to the bed. Despite already knowing the basis for this visit she feigned ignorance and donned a look of subtle concern. Her father rarely graced her room with his presence. “What's the matter?” she asked.

 

“I don't want this to come as a shock to you but your mother and I have decided to...separate,” he answered.

 

“Separate?”

 

“Yes, you're old enough to know that sometimes things don't work out in relationships. Things haven't been…” he searched for a word, “the best...for a while and we've just drifted apart over time. We think it's best for everyone.”

 

“Oh…” Even though she knew what was coming it still didn't soften the blow. They really were splitting up then. Had they stayed together all of this time for her?

 

He took her hands in his and leveled with her, “I want you to know. I will always love you and none of this is your fault. I know I haven't been around much lately...I have been kind of...selfish.”

 

“It's ok…” she started but he cut her off, “No, it's not ok. I will make it up to you. Things are going to be different.”

 

Amaya nodded knowing all too well that he had no idea how different. Rather than make promises she couldn't keep she redirected, “So, what happens now?”

 

“I'm going to be moving out. I'll be staying at a hotel tonight…” He saw her turn away and hastily added, “We'll still see each other. When I get a place of my own you can come over whenever you want.”

 

“Thanks...I'd like that,” was all she could think to say.

 

He hugged her and left the room. She wasn't sure whether it would be appropriate to cry for a man who wasn't her real father but he had raised her as his own. Even though deep down she knew that her parent's marriage was loveless, it didn't make the pain of their impending divorce any less deep.

 

Amaya laid down on her bed and closed her eyes. So many changes in so short of a time. It was all too much now. She languished for a time but it was not long before she heard, even with human ears, someone enter the room. She sat up and looked to see her grandmother standing in the doorway.

 

“Grandma, what are you doing here?! I thought you were in the city?”

 

She chuckled and walked over to Amaya and sat down on the bed next to her. Amaya briefly thought that this was the most that anyone aside from herself had come into her room in ages. She was mostly left to her own teenage devices which included sleeping, studying, homework, and the occasional slumber party with friends which she was almost too busy for anymore with her school schedule and after class activities.

 

“A mother/grandmother goes where she is needed. You mother called and explained what was going on so here I am,” her grandmother said with a smile.

 

“You seem awfully calm about everything,” she said raising a skeptical eye. “I take it you know more about everything than I do.”

 

“Personally, I had always thought you should know the truth. But, it wasn't my decision to make. Your mother always does what she can to protect everyone...even at the expense of her own happiness.”

 

“I guess so…” She tried hard to empathize with her mother's choices but grasped at straws.

 

“Give her a chance to explain her reasoning and I think you'll at least understand why she thought she was doing the right thing.”

 

Amaya thought hard on what she was told and responded after a moment, “I will.”

 

“Well, it's getting late. You'd better get some rest if you are going to school tomorrow!”

 

“Yeah, I'm not really sure I can take anymore heart-to-heart’s today. Sleep will be an escape from that!”

 

“I'll leave you to it then.”

 

Her grandmother left the room and Amaya finally got ready for bed. It wasn't long after she laid down and closed her eyes that sleep, and dreams, overtook her.

 

 

 

 

Next time on Delusions……

….Inuyasha had gone back to Miroku’s and Sango’s home and informed them that Kagome and her daughter had returned through the well and revealed no more. Miroku and Sango were curious but left the subject alone, it was not much of their business anyway. They knew that the hanyō would open up eventually if he so pleased. He normally did in time and in his own fashion. Shippō, on the other hand, tried to rail him with questions until Inuyasha thumped the kitsune on the head before leaving. Shippō may be grown up but he still sometimes had a childlike manner.….