InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Everlasting ❯ Dear Diary ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Dear Diary,

“Not every story has a happy ending.”

I’m sorry to have not written in you for a long while - seven years, in fact - but nothing sincerely interesting has happened in my life that is worth writing down with pen and paper. Looking back on my entries from when I was eight, I realized that I have definitely grown up. Most of them were accompanied with doodles of how I was feeling, and my spelling was horrible.

Today something interesting happened, which is why I am writing. I found a letter in my mom’s sock drawer - don’t ask why I was looking through that, I have my reasons - and it was addressed to someone named “Inuyasha”. Obviously it was never sent, as it was still in her sock drawer - again, do not ask - and I wondered who this “Inuyasha” was.

So I carefully unfolded it and immediately noticed the date at the top. June 17, 2006. Before I was born - as I’ve mentioned earlier, my birthday is January 20, 2007 - so I was even more curious as to what was inside the letter. This is what it said.

Please note that I rewrote it as I was reading it, as it was particularly interesting and I wanted it for referencing later. --

Inuyasha, I am sorry for leaving so suddenly and without even a goodbye, but I was getting sick and needed to go home, and I didn’t want you to worry. It has been almost two months since then, and I figured out why I’m sick. I’m pregnant. And please, just refrain from speaking until I am done writing, as I’m sure you would only jump to conclusions much too quickly for my liking.

Yes, it is yours. Who else would I - never mind, just don’t hit Miroku. It was only once and he didn’t even get that far, so there is no way it could be his. It was only one night, and I was immensely stupid for not even thinking about immediately going home and getting a morning after pill, which would have prevented this whole fiasco.

I suppose the invention of contraceptives wasn’t until after your time.

--And this is where I stopped for a moment. Time? But I kept reading anyways. Perhaps it would tell me what she meant. --

I’m sure to have questions raised, especially if the baby looks anything like you -- and don’t take offense, you know why I say that -- so I’m really scared. Pregnant, sick, and scared. And alone. And I can’t come back, you know that. After what you did to me…

It was supposed to be a fairy tale.

--And this is where the tearstains started dotting the paper. --

I was supposed to be the princess, and you were supposed to be the knight in shining armor, but none of that ever happened because of your past and how you couldn’t move on with your life.

Have fun collecting the rest of the jewel shards, because I still have several of them and unless you come and find me - only you, since Miroku and Sango can’t come through the well - you’ll never have the whole jewel and everything you’ve spent the last year and a half wasting will be for nothing.

--There were evident smudges on the words “several” and “everything”, most likely from tear stains, and I assumed that this was a very touchy topic for my mom. --

So what have I learned out of all of this? One thing my mother taught me a long time ago that I’ve only recently remembered is that just because someone says “I love you” it doesn’t mean that they mean it. Unfortunately, I always, always learn from my mistakes, and obviously you never loved me or you wouldn’t have screamed at me.

But you told me anyways, and I believed you because I loved you even more, but obviously that was a mistake on my part. I was supposed to be a princess, and be taken away by my knight in shining armor and live out my little happily ever after.

But not every story has a happy ending.

--And it cut off there, and I wondered if she’d wanted to write more. Her handwriting had become shaky at that point, and I knew that she’d probably been crying a lot.

Of course, I knew that my mom had gone through a teen pregnancy. She’s only sixteen years older than me, that’s simple math. What I didn’t realize was what kind of trauma said pregnancy could induce. She was obviously scared, and the father - apparently - wanted nothing to do with her, and had been a lying, cheating bastard with no feelings.

What that letter didn’t really explain is why, on every full moon - the timing never changes - I drastically change in appearance. It’s only for one night, and I’m always afraid someone is going to see me and try to kill me because in all honesty I look like a demon.

I’ve already written you this once before, but now that I understand how it works a bit more I shall explain it in more detail. Every night on the full moon, I change from a pretty teen girl with long black hair and a pretty smile to this horrible monster with dog-like ears on top of my head, and fangs, and claws, and my hair turns stark white like the moon.

And my mom won’t tell me why! She insists that it is genetic, but that’s almost impossible unless demons exist - which they don’t! I can’t figure it out. Once, when I was in first year middle school, we had to do a family tree. I can do my mom’s family all the way back to almost the feudal era, but my father - until I found the letter of course - was a mystery to me. Still is, actually. All I know about him is that he had a short temper. Apparently.

I’m getting closer to figuring out my heritage, but I seem to always take two steps forward and one step backwards. In closing, I want to say this.

Inuyasha, whoever you are, even if you are my father, I hate you with every fiber of my being, even the demonic ones.

In all due respect,

Higurashi Kikyo