InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Delving Into The Mysteries Of The Past ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Delving Into The Mysteries Of The Past

 

Yami 396

 

Okay, this is my second story. I kind of lost inspiration on This Year Might Just Be A Little Different, but I haven't given up on it yet. Anyways, this one is a bit darker than my previous one and there's going to be a lot more angst in this one. It may go OOC a little bit too. It's in Kagome's POV. You no like, you no read. Once again, I don't tolerate flames and I will use any to firebomb the poor fool's house. You have been warned.

 

Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha or any characters in it. I own Horeshio, Mitsu, Samisu, and Anasuteijia, and I hope to buy Sesshoumaru-sama from Rumiko Takahashi…

 

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Prologue (Kagome and Mitsu)

 

A cool September breeze passed outside, making the screen door rattle as I watched two of my young children enjoy the last few summer days before school started again. Samisu, with his dark bangs falling into his eyes, ran after Anasuteijia, who desperately tried to avoid her older brother's outstretched hand and his crows of “You're it!” Samisu had his father's facial features with my hair color and light brown eyes. Anasuteijia had her father's light brown hair and his dark eyes. I smiled. They reminded me of when I was younger, running around without a care in the world. The smile faded however, when I noticed a flash of silver in the tree above them. My third child and the oldest at eight, Horeshio, was an enigma, even to me. He kept himself aloof most of the time, and the most he said to his brother and sister were monosyllables. He didn't look like them either. While Samisu and Anasuteijia had completely dark hair, Horeshio had silver streaks in his, and his eyes had amber flecks in them. His facial features were more defined than my husbands or mine. Horeshio seemed more aware of his surroundings than his siblings; more acute to little things, as if he could hear things others couldn't. But that wasn't what worried me. What worried me the most was that I couldn't recall where he came from. I knew he was my son, his dark hair testified to that, but as to who the father was, I was in the dark. That subject was strictly taboo. Any mention of it would turn into hard stares and a quick change of subject. Not even my mother would tell me who his father was.

 

Perhaps, this was done out of shame. I was reckless when I was sixteen, and I became pregnant sometime during that year. I don't remember how, and I certainly don't remember by whom; all I can remember is being in a hospital bed with a grim-faced doctor telling me I was pregnant. And the shock in my mother's face. And then the look of shame as the doctor whispered something into her ear. That I can never forget that, even if I wanted to. The way she looked at me as if I was the biggest disappointment in the world.

 

But how could I be a disappointment if I didn't even know how I became pregnant? The year between my sixteenth birthday and my seventeenth are all a blur to me. Anything that happened in that year is gone. I stared at the spot where Horeshio was brooding in his tree, lost in thought.

 

“What are you looking so down about, Kagome?” The voice by my ear made me jump. “Whoops, didn't mean to scare you.” Mitsu, my husband of four years grinned at me.

 

“You didn't scare me,” I lied.

 

“You look upset, what's the matter?” he asked again.

 

“I was just thinking about Horeshio, that's all,” I replied. Mitsu's face hardened for a moment and then relaxed.

 

“I'm worried about that boy,” he said. “Sometimes I think we should send him away for treatment.” I gasped.

 

“You can't do that!” I screeched. “He's not crazy!” Instantaneously, Mitsu's arms were around my shoulders, trying to calm me down.

 

“I'm not saying he's crazy, Kagome-chan,” he began. “He just needs help opening up to others,” he finished, pulling me into a hug.

 

“Maybe that's just his personality,” I mumbled into his shoulder. “Maybe that's how his father was.” Mitsu's muscles tensed, and I realized I had treaded into forbidden territory.

 

“Stop worrying about his father,” he said, his voice hard. I flinched. His tone softened. “I mean, it was just a mistake in the past, right? There's nothing you can do about it now.”

 

“I wish I could remember that mistake,” I said bitterly. You don't know how annoying it is to have a hole in your memory.” Mitsu pulled away.

 

“Don't stress yourself trying to remember. You've gone eight years without it bothering you,” he said. Actually it was more like command and it did bother those eight years, but I didn't say anything.

 

“It's time for dinner,” I said flatly and called my three children in.

 

“What's wrong with mommy?” Anasuteijia asked Mitsu later at the dinner table.

 

“Her work is stressing her out a little bit,” Mitsu answered. Horeshio looked up.

 

“It's not work,” he said.

 

“Don't you think that you're father knows your mother better than you do?” Mitsu asked him, one eyebrow raised. Horeshio shrugged.

 

“You're not my father,” was all he said, before he returned to his mashed potatoes.

 

“You're mean,” Samisu proclaimed as he stuck out his tongue at his older brother.

 

“No fighting at the dinner table,” I said without much conviction. I was lost in my own thoughts about swirling colors and sharp pains. I closed my eyes, and for one instant, I saw someone with long silver hair and golden eyes before he disappeared into darkness. I gasped.

 

“What happened?” Mitsu asked me, concerned.

 

“Nothing, nothing,” I said, waving it away. “I just remembered I didn't pay the bills.” Mitsu snorted quietly to himself, mumbling about `the qualms of women.' I glared at him, and tried to forget the image, but it had burned itself completely into my mind.

 

Later that night, any dreams I had were restless, and the last dream I remember was that of falling with trees swirling all around me, and finally a sharp pain in the base of my skull before I woke up drenched in cold sweat.

 

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It's confusing, ne? And short too. Oh well, I didn't want to drag on the prologue too much. The story will become clearer once the first chapter sets in. Be patient and I warn you, it will get angsty.