InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Euphoria ❯ Euphoria ( Chapter 1 )

eu·pho·ri·a (y-fôr-, -fr-)n. - A feeling of great happiness or well-being.

I remember when we were little, how our parents would put us in the sandbox to play. You would tease me, and throw sand at me. Then you would chase me around the playground, yelling about how all girls were yucky. That was the ironic beginning of our friendship.

When we were old enough, we attended the same school for kindergarten. You would steal my blocks and I would then take yours. The teacher was kind, and told us that instead of giving us a time-out, she would instead teach us how to share. After that, we became best friends.

A few years later, we were in fourth grade, still best friends and inseparable. You told me how you were worried about your parents because recently they had been fighting a lot. I tried to take your mind off of things and bought you a new set of books that you liked. The ones about dogs.

The next year, in fifth grade, your parents filed for a divorce. We took a walk around the neighborhood, back to the same playground we used to play at, and cried together.

In sixth grade, we started to change. You started to like skateboarding, grunge rock, and baggy clothes depicting skulls. I tried to fit in with the girls my age and wore only shirts that displayed 'acceptable' brand names. We drifted apart. Later, I found out that you had started dating this one girl that I knew to be one of the most popular in our grade. I was devastated, even though we were no longer close.

Later, I realized why I was so upset. My feelings as well as my interests had started to change, and now I knew that I needed you more then just a friend now. I thought of you more often then ever, even though we still barely ever talked.

A few weeks later, I answered the door and found you standing there, the last place I had thought you would be. You were crying, and told me how that girl had left you because she thought you 'weren't good enough for her'. I assured you that you would always be good enough for me, and we spent the whole Saturday at my house, just talking. Later that night, I cried myself to sleep feeling guilty because of the secret happiness I had felt when I learned she had dumped you.

A few days later, you confessed that you secretly admired me, and cared for me.

The next year, we were dating. I felt that all my dreams had really come true.

Not one single person would talk about us separately. It was always both our names that appeared in conversations, always joined by an 'and'. We were close again, and started to like the same things. I made new friends, and stopped caring about what I wore, as long as it was comfortable for me. There was this one band that we were all crazy about, and we decided to go see the concert.

On the night of the accident, we were jamming away at the concert, thrashing about and dancing, feeling the music seep into our veins. When we drove home, we stopped at MacDonald's for dinner, and scared everyone in there with our wild antics. Then again, the whole restaurant was filled with people who had been at the concert, and we were all pretty wild. I remember you kissed me in front of everyone, embarrassing me and making me so happy at the same time.

On our way back home, Miroku was driving. Remember Miroku? He kept teasing Sango who was sitting next to him. We all crammed into the car and laughed and joked. We sang songs off-key and made fun of each other.

We never even saw the truck coming.

The driver must not have been paying attention. The truck was driving at least 70 miles per hour in the wrong lane. Miroku swerved off the road to avoid a head-on collision. The front car door swung open and Sango was thrown out. The truck still ended up hitting us in the back, through. We were sitting in the back.

I fell over with the force of the blow, and I guess my body shielded yours from most of the danger. When I woke up, I remember how everything was funny. I was watching sirens and people surrounding the car as though I was but a passer-by, not one of the injured. I saw men carry out Justin from the front and more men carry back Leah. Both of them were put on stretchers and sent to the hospital. One of the men went in the car and carried my body out. Instead of putting me on a stretcher, he laid me out on the pavement while people looked on and cried. Then I saw you being taken out, and I was so scared, seeing how your arm was bent back the wrong way. I was so scared that I started crying, not caring about anything else, just praying and hoping you hadn't died.

You were at my funeral. I remember seeing you there, wearing your Sunday best with your arm still in a sling. You were crying too, but I wanted to tell you not to cry. I felt my wings strengthen and I flew around the funeral, joyously. Then I realized that you were still down there while I was up here, and knew that we were once again, apart.

Even though I knew it was useless, continued to follow you. You grew up, but you never married. Instead, you adopted a Japanese girl by the English name of Laurel. He Japanese name was Rin. To my amazement, I found that I could communicate with her. She treated me like an invisible friend, even calling me by my name. One day, you saw her talking to me. You asked her who she was talking to. I remember your stunned expression as she told you my name. 'Kagome', she said. 'Kagome." Then you smiled faintly, and hugged her tight.

I was at your funeral too. Everyone said that you had lived a full life, that 80 was a big number. Your daughter looked beautiful. She stood right in front of your casket and refused to cry. True to her name, she had brought a wreath of laurel for you. She had dared to be different, and was wearing a bright yellow sundress while everyone else was wearing the usual black. They whispered behind her back, and called her 'ungrateful', but I knew why she wore yellow. You always had like yellow the most.

I waited for so long during the eulogy for you to show up. I was so worried you wouldn't. I waited and waited, but you didn't come. For the first time since the accident, I started to cry. But then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Even without looking, I knew it was you. You looked exactly the way you did one the day of the accident. The wind blew your hair in graceful arcs across your face. I ran to you, and you hugged me. You kissed me and told me that I was beautiful, and that you had been waiting forever to see me again.

And as we stood above your funeral procession, we held hands and watched as your body was buried. And even to this day, I could swear that I saw Rin look up at us, and smile.