InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forever in Your Mind ❯ Her Dream has Been Her Reality ( Chapter 1 )

Forever in Your Mind

 

Ch 1

 

Her Dream has Been Her Reality

 

Disclaimer:... Do I really have to say it? Grrrr Fine I don't own Inuyasha

 

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Has there ever been a time in your life where everything has been going so wrong that you feel nothing will ever be right again? That's how I used to feel. Then by some miracle, they came into my life and changed my perspective on everything. They filled the empty space that was slowly destroying my heart and led me to the love of my life. Rough around the edges he may be, but I could never see myself loving anyone else to the same extant as I do him.

 

I warn you. This story is no Fairytale. It is a story of mourning, heartbreak, acceptance, and realization, but even after going through all that turbulence the outcome was still worth it. I have never felt so complete.

 

So tell me…are you ready for it. I am.

 

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It was just another one of those mornings for the Takahashi's. The washing machine was rumbling, the dryer was tumbling, and breakfast was sitting on the table, steaming hot. The table was set for five, soon to be six, thought the mother of the household, who was stroking her growing stomach, which held the soon to be new addition of the family. Her hands were soon joined by two bigger, but equally as loving hands.

 

“Not too much longer now nay?” Kikyou looked back over her shoulder toward her loving husband. “I say next time you get to be pregnant”, she said with a sigh. Inuyasha just chuckled at his tired wife and kissed her on the forehead.

 

The peaceful moment was soon interrupted by an eruption of giggles and gagging noises. Inuyasha sped around the kitchen entry and swept up the three sources of noise. “Daddy” They all squealed at the same time.

 

“And just what do you think you rascals are up to this time?”, Inuyasha said while ruffling their hair. “Spying on you”, chirped Rin the youngest. Kikyou laughed as she rolled her eyes and continued pouring orange juice into the glasses that had been set onto the table.

 

“Daddy can we play baseball today, so I can try out my new mitt that I just got?” Asked Souta, the oldest. “Sorry squirt Daddy's got a job to get to”, Inuyasha said as he sat Rin down in her high chair. “Aww Dad can't you just not go, just this once” whined Shippo, the middle child. “Sorry bud, I can't Daddy's got lots of people counting on him being there.”

 

Inuyasha looked down upon the distinct frowns that sat upon each of the kid's faces and let out a sigh. “All right how about I take tomorrow off and all five of us get out and go do something.” “Yay”, all three of them chorused. Satisfied with the appeased look on their faces, Inuyasha reached down for his suitcase, and headed toward the door.

 

“You're not going to eat breakfast with us”, said Kikyou slightly disappointed. Inuyasha walked up to his wife and picked up her hands, holding them to his lips. “I'll get home as soon as I can so we can all have dinner together okay darling.” Kikyou smiled and waved to him as he walked out to his car and drove away.

 

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My day didn't quite start like that…

 

It all began with a dream I had often been having. I would wake up to three smiling faces all eagerly tugging me out of bed. I would get up and fix them all breakfast making their eggs each a different way in order to satisfy their individual taste buds. As they would catch their busses to school I would stand on a wooden porch watching them wave goodbye to me as I said my daily `I love you' and `Have a great one'. Just as I would turn around to head back in, strong arms would embrace me from behind, and gentle lips would kiss my temple and nuzzle my hair. This was no doubt my husband, and just as I would turn my head to lock gazes with my sweet and tender lover everything would disappear…after all this was only a dream.

 

A little glimpse of perfection that always left you wanting more.

 

This was reality. I had woken up at six' o clock on our lumpy old sofa, where I had sat up half the night waiting or Kouga to come home. I fell asleep at half past one when I realized he wouldn't be coming home tonight. This had been going on for quite a while now. I would spend endless hours waiting for him to come home to me, and when he did finally come home it was as if I was still alone in an empty house.

 

Kouga and I had married at a very young age I had been only sixteen at the time, and he had been this older confident eighteen year old that I had been fawning over since we were kids. I had grown up in a very poor household with my three sisters and my mother. My father had been long gone, having deserted us when my youngest sister Yuka had just been born, some hussy of a secretary had a firm grip on his heart and he hadn't even given us a second glance. My mother had scorned all men after that, and she had taught my sisters to be the same way. I couldn't help but dream though that my life wouldn't be like that. I had met Kouga when I first had started middle school; he was charming and had warmth to him that used to make my knees go weak. We had dated for three years, when he decided he wanted to make our relationship solid. I of course had no qualms about this, I was in love and wanted to start a life of my own and leave the sadness of my childhood behind.

 

Things had changed so much since then. We had been married for a year when Kouga and I had started talking about children; we were both ecstatic, me possibly even more so. Three miscarriages later the excitement was drained from my soul and had been replaced with a void. One of nature's most wonderful experiences and I wasn't allowed to partake in it, and what I didn't understand most was Kouga's lack of emotion through this. Not once had he shed a tear or even shown disappointment for not being able to start a family. What was destroying me was having no effect on him. Nothing seemed to matter to him anymore. After his father had died Kouga had inherited the family's business and now it was all he even cared about. All conversations led up to money being made, late nights that he should have spent at home talking and making love to me was now spent in the office. It was like he was slowly severing his life away from me, and all I could do was wait up at night hoping that he would realize that he needed me, but after two consistent years of the same, my hope was fading.

 

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. I slumped off of the couch and headed to answer it. I stared through the peephole to see who on Earth was giving me a visit at six thirty in the morning! It was Ginta one of Kouga's colleagues. I unlatched the door, and opened it only to have a bouquet of white roses shoved into my arms. “What's this?”, I said out of shock not at all expecting what I had just been given. “Kouga said for me to tell you that he's very sorry that he hadn't come home last night, and he requested that you come to the company's charity ball tonight.” I stood there my mouth gaping. Kouga had sent these flowers? He was sorry he didn't come home to me?

 

Ginta stood uncomfortably on the porch for a few seconds before taking his leave. I didn't even notice him leave; I just kept staring at the lovely bundle of white roses lost in thought.

 

“Are you sure that was a good thing to do Ginta”, said Hakkaku who had been sitting in the passenger seat waiting for his colleague to return from the Ookami household. “I don't see what harm it could do. He's always abandoning her and choosing his work over the person he supposedly loves unconditionally. It's not fair to her, and besides I told her they were from him” said Ginta. “Ya but what if she finds out he didn't send them at all?” “She looked too happy to question whether or not he actually had sent them, and mabe now they can patch things up a little now that she is coming to the charity ball.” “What you invited her! Kouga doesn't even know she's going”, Hakkaku exclaimed. Ginta chose not to say anything. He just drove.

 

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“Ooooh I swear Inuyasha you own more clothes than most females I've ever encountered, groaned Kikyou to herself as she carried the full heavy basket up the stairs, her ankles in agony. Inuyasha had been getting on her case lately about how she shouldn't be doing such tiring work, and that she was too far along in her pregnancy to be doing those chores, but Kikyou ignored him. If it was one thing she hated it was an untidy house, and while her husband was fully capable of doing his own laundry, it would take him forever to get around to it, and besides that she knew he worked hard, day in and day out, but still always managed to come home to her wearing the smile she had fallen so much in love with. Yes, doing his laundry was the least she could do for him.

 

After meticulously folding every single shirt, pair of pants, and pairs of socks to perfection Kikyou made her way back downstairs to pour herself a cup of coffee. She never noticed the blue ball sitting in the middle of one of the steps. She sent out a scream of agony as she collapsed down the wooden staircase…she lay on the floor in immense pain. She glanced up at a picture on the wall of her and Inuyasha's wedding. “Inuuuyaasha…she whimpered, and then everything went dark.

 

 

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Hey everyone sorry to leave on such a sad note… soooo what did you guys think of it?

 

I decided to tackle another fic. If you're interested check out my other one called The Shikon Surf Angels.

 

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