InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Delving Into The Mysteries Of The Past ❯ The Present Continued ( Chapter 4 )

Chapter 4: The Present

 

Yami396

 

Back to the present.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha; it belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. I only own Anasuteijia, Mistu, Samisu, Horeshio, and Dr. Iwata. I will own Sesshoumaru-sama one day though…

 

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(Kagome Present Day)

 

Even as Mitsu drove me to see Dr. Iwata, that name still bothered me. Kage…it meant shadow. But it also held importance to me. It was like I had heard somewhere before, but I couldn't place where. Well of course, I had probably heard it dozens of times in conversations, but…

 

“You know, you're starting to scare me,” Mitsu said. “Usually you're chatting away about something or other, but know you're just staring out the window, shut up like a clam,” he added, trying to make me laugh.

 

“I want to remember,” I said suddenly.

 

“You want to remember?” he asked, confused. “Remember what?”

 

“I want to know what happened to me when I was sixteen,” I said. He frowned.

 

“You've never wanted to remember before,” he said. “Why now, all of a sudden?”

 

“I think things are starting to come back to me,” I said.

 

“What kinds of things?” he said sharply.

 

“Stuff,” I said simply. I don't know why, but warning bells were beginning to go off in my head, telling me not to tell Mitsu too much. Unfortunately, Mitsu wasn't so easily put off.

 

“Come on Kagome, you can tell me,” he said. “What's on your mind?”

 

“Oh look, we're here,” I said, grateful for the interruption. I needed to talk to Dr. Iwata. He would know something.

 

“You'll tell me afterwards, right?” he asked. I narrowed my eyes. He had tried to hide it, but his question was more of a command than anything else.

 

“Yeah, sure.” I replied. I would tell him what he wanted to hear, and nothing more. I walked into the building and smiled at the receptionist. “I'm here for my appointment with Dr. Iwata,” I said to her. She checked her appointment book.

 

“Mitani, Kagome?” she asked. I nodded. “He's right down the hall,” she said, pointing to the hallway. I didn't bother telling her that after so many years coming here, I knew where his office was.

 

“Kagome-san, how are you?” Dr. Iwata asked when I walked in. I smiled.

 

“In truth, Doctor, I didn't sleep very well last night,” I answered.

 

“Why not?”

 

“I was having nightmares.”

 

“What kind of nightmares?”

 

“The kind when you're falling, and then you wake up before you hit the ground. Only I did hit the ground,” I said. “And I felt pain in the back of my head.” Something flashed in his eyes.

 

“Has anything else strange happened?” he asked. He knew something, I could tell.

 

“I saw an image of someone I think I know,” I said. His eyes widened.

 

“What did he…I mean it look like?” he corrected himself fast. How could he have known the image was of a man?

 

“Did I know him when I was sixteen?” I asked in a rush. “Tell me! Please!”

 

“Yes,” he said in a whisper.

 

“Who is he?”

 

“I cannot tell,” he said sorrowfully.

 

“What do you mean you can't tell?! Tell me!” I demanded.

 

“Do not make me Kagome-san,” he pleaded with me. “If I tell you, we'll both be at risk!” I looked at him. Both be at risk? What was going on here?

 

“Dr. Iwata, what's happening?” I asked him.

 

“Kagome-san,” he said. “Leave it alone. Don't force yourself to remember things that shouldn't be.”

 

“Please, I want to remember. I want to remember what happened when I was sixteen,” I begged him. He looked pained.

 

“Don't. It's better this way,” he said.

 

“Kage! Tell me, did I know someone named Kage?” I was starting to cry in confusion and frustration.

 

“How did you remember him?” Dr. Iwata asked shocked.

 

“So I did know him!” I said. “Please, who is he?”

 

“I can't.”

 

“You must!”

 

“I can't!”

 

“Did he have silver hair?” I asked. “Can you tell me that?”

 

“He didn't,” Dr. Iwata said, nervously running his hand through his hair. “Please, don't ask me any more.” I was to busy thinking to ask anything. I needed a name to go with the face that I saw. And besides, everyone was acting strangely about this whole thing. It was like something had been hidden, hidden deeply so that no one could find it again. Something that had happened to me eight years ago, someone named Kage, and the silver haired man. I needed to find the answers myself, if nobody was going to help me.

 

“Thank you Dr. Iwata,” I said, as I made my way to the door.

 

“Where are you going?” he asked, worriedly.

 

“To find the answers I search for,” I replied.

 

“Kagome-san.” The seriousness in his voice made me turn around. “I can't stop you, I know that. But I can tell you this: Don't remember what shouldn't be remembered. What has been forgotten is forgotten for a reason. Your memories of when you were sixteen were too traumatic for you to remember, so your mind cast them away. Don't drag them back so you can suffer more. You have more at stake now than you did in the past. Keep you memories that, the past.” I could only stare at him. I had heard about people who forgot horrible events in their life, but I hadn't known that I was one of them. I was told that I had hit my head when I fell out of a tree…

 

“Thank you doctor. But this is something I must do.” With that, I left.

 

While I was walking to the car, I tried to calm my racing thoughts, and not let my emotions show through on my face. I also had to think up a suitable lie to tell Mitsu. As much as I hated lying to him, I didn't know whom I could trust. Dr. Iwata hadn't been much help, and seemed afraid of what would happen to him if he told me anything. It was all too much. Taking a deep breath, I reached the car, only to sigh in defeat.

 

“I was hungry, so I went to get us some food. Be right back!” Read the note on the windshield. He really was impossible sometimes. I decided to wait by the car, watching people pass by. One person caught my eye. My jaw fell open. He had silver hair. I couldn't see his face, and he was moving too fast through the crowd to catch up with. I gasped. He turned around and looked at me. No, he wasn't the man whose image I had seen in my mind, but there definitely was a resemblance. The shape of their eyes was different, but they were that same golden color. The man that I was looking at right now was older than the one I had seen in my mind, but ignoring the purple…were they scars…on his face, they could have almost passed off as the same. Or at least brothers. Recognition flashed in his eyes, though his face showed no emotion, and he headed my way. I froze in panic. I don't know why, but something about him scared me. When he was only a little bit away from me he stopped, looking down at me.

 

“Yes?” I asked a little shakily.

 

“So you truly don't remember,” he said. I blinked.

 

“Do I know you?” I asked.

 

“We met on a few occasions,” he said. “You were younger.” I must have met him when I was sixteen. I wouldn't forget a face like his, so completely devoid of emotion.

 

“I'm sorry. I can't remember anything from when I was sixteen,” I said, taking the fact that that was when we met for granted. He looked up.

 

“He's coming,” he said, turning away. I looked behind me and saw Mitsu walking towards the car. When I looked back, the man was already fairly far away. He turned around. “It is not that you cannot remember,” he called back. “You do not want to.” Then he was gone, leaving me very shaken. Too much was happening at once.

 

“Are you okay, Kagome?” Mitsu asked me. “You look pale as death!”

 

“Mitsu,” I said, leaning on the car. “I need to lie down. My head hurts.”

 

I must have fainted, because the next thing I remember was waking up in my bed at home. I must have given Mitsu such a shock, passing out like that. I noticed that Horeshio was watching me. I smiled at him.

“Hey,” I said.

 

“Mitsu said you passed out,” he said. He never called Mitsu `father' or even `dad.'

 

“I'm okay now,” I assured him.

 

“I have to tell Anasuteijia and Samisu that you're okay,” he said and left. I stayed in bed for a while, contemplating. Whoever that man was on the sidewalk was, he definitely had a connection with my forgotten memories and me. I needed to find out more. Ignoring the throbbing in my temple, I stood up and walked out of the room, in the direction of the attic. My old things were stored in there, and maybe I would find something useful. I heard Mitsu in the hallway. He was talking low, and I missed most of what he said.

 

“I know Esumei!” he snapped, his frustration making him talk louder. Esumei was my mother. I crept closer. She was saying something. “I don't know what to do! She's beginning to remember about Kage and them all! You said she would never remember!” I gasped inwardly.

 

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And I think I'll leave it at that. I've noticed I have an affinity for cliffhangers. Everybody give a big thanks to YuniX-2 on FF.net and kashumaru on MM.org for this chapter and you'll get more answers from the past in the next chapter! R&R!