InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Forget Me Not ❯ Forgetting ( Chapter 1 )

A/N: Well, it's now the exact same time that I just put up the Prolouge, so it's not like I have anything to say except that I just randomly changed my mind and now you only get this chappie. And even though I could go change it in the Prolouge, I don't feel like it! Got your hopes up didn't I? DIDN'T I? ::looks menacingly at readers who all nod their heads quickly:: That's what I thought. (insert sweet smile here) well alrighty then! On with the show…fiction…thing.

 

 

DISCLAIMER: Well, I just had a disclaimer five minutes ago and am now all of ten feet away from my starting place. So, ya'll can just deal with the fact that I still haven't done anything, nor have I become any closer to owning the best anime in like, all the bazillion galaxies out there. And in the mean time, you no sue me, ok? Ok. You see, I have no money, no status, and no job so therefore I couldn't even pay you or Takahashi or whoever I have to pay cuz I'm broke. B-R-O-K-E. Well, alrighty then.

 

Forget Me Not

Chapter 1

3 years later…

 

 

“I can't believe it's been this long,” I whisper to myself as I stare down into the well. “A lot has changed since I left the feudal era.”

 

I stare down at the beautiful ring on my finger, and then at the plain white dress I wore. This was it, though. The day I would forget about Inuyasha for good. You see, for about six months after I left, I did nothing but sulk around. I even stayed home from school on most days. But after a while, I realized that I could never forget him as long as I was depressed. So I went to school and even started dating Hojo. I got involved in a whole lot of things and with each one I hoped it would help me forget, though nothing seemed to work. But I was always open to new theories, so when Hojo proposed, I figured, why not?

 

So here I am, marrying a guy I don't, never have and never will, love just to forget something of the past that just won't go away. Of course, I'll never give up hope that Inuyasha will come back for me someday. I know, I know, how can I forget someone when all I do is hope and pray that he'll come back for me? But, I just can't help wishing for a miracle.

 

Just then, Yuka runs out of the house. “Kagome! Why are you out here? You should be inside. And you're sitting on the ground! You'll ruin your dress!” She grabs my wrist and drags me into the house while I take my last look at the well as an unmarried woman.

 

“Now would be a good time to come through that well, Inuyasha.” I mutter. “You can still save me.” But I know he's not coming for me. It's been three years. Why now? I let a silent tear roll down my cheek.

 

 

~!**!~

 

 

A couple hours later I find myself standing at the door to my house. Of course, I refused to have the wedding anywhere than in front of the well. “Are you sure you want to do this, sweetie?” Mom asks. In the past three years, I've told her everything. All about how much I loved Inuyasha and could never like Hojo any more than a friend. “You can still back out. And you can still go back.”

 

“Mom, I can't go back. I don't have the jewel anymore. The well is sealed until he comes to get me, which he's not going to do. I need to forget. This is the only way.” Just then, the music starts to play and I walk down the isle, a fake smile plastered on my face while my mind sobbed. A couple tears rolled down my cheeks, but no one notices. This is it.

 

I stand looking at Hojo, not wanting to make eye contact, but forcing myself to anyway. I hear my grandfather reading the vows, but I'm not paying attention. I'm trying my hardest to imagine the man in front of me as Inuyasha, but it's only semi-working. Before I know it, the words, “I do,” are coming out of my mouth, though I'm not saying them to Hojo. I can only think of how Inuyasha and I fulfilled most of those promises already without even making them. As we kiss, I'm kissing my hanyou, if he still is one, and hoping that I'll open my eyes and he'll be there. `Dare to dream,' I think, though I can't kill my hope.

 

When the kiss is over, Hojo picks me up bridal style and carries me back into the house. All I do is remember Inuyasha once again. He'd carried me all the time, though only a few were like that. Still, I remembered him picking me up with ease and running far ahead of the others, and I can't believe I'm letting someone else do it now.

 

 

~!**!~

 

 

The rain poured heavily from the sky, reflecting my mood. I couldn't believe I went through with it. I was sitting by the well again, still in my dress. I should be inside, but I just couldn't face anyone. I didn't care if my beautiful white gown was ruined. My whole life was already ruined. I'm crying freely now, though the raindrops mask my tears, and my sobs are droned out by the thunder.

 

I look down at the well again and then up at the sky. The house around the well had been torn down, which I was glad for. My hand finds it's way to the side of it and I started to pick at the old, rotting wood. I do this a lot though, and I don't pay attention to what I'm doing. I'm only thinking of the times I had in the Feudal Era. I miss them all, though they obviously don't miss me. If they did, Inuyasha would have come to get me by now.

 

I know he's not coming; yet why do I continue to hope that he does? He's probably become full demon by now. He'll never remember me. All hope should be lost, but why isn't it? What could I possibly gain from my sorrow? I need to forget. But why can't I?

 

Sure, I may have loved him more than anything, and maybe I still do, but it's in the past now. He must not have loved me very much…or even thought of me as a friend—at least not someone important.

 

I sigh out loud, though I can't hear it over the thunder. If only things were different. I quietly whispered my favorite song as of two years ago to myself. I learned it from watching a TV show and I liked the meaning. Every time I heard it, I'd imagine Inuyasha holding me and singing it, as if telling me not to forget. I sang it every night before bed, and I promised myself that if I ever had kids, that would be their lullaby. Though the father would sing it, and not me.

 

Maybe that father would be Inuyasha, though most likely I'd end up teaching the words to Hojo. I couldn't sing it myself because I cried every time I did.

 

I pulled out the golden locket that I got from my mother as an early wedding gift that she had worn to the wedding. It was sitting on my bed last night. Then I reached down into the well and between two stones that had a slightly large opening between them. I pulled out two pictures and tried to shield them from the rain.

 

I remembered when they were taken, back when we thought Naraku was gone. Sota had started the photo booth while Inuyasha and I were in there arguing. I only have two left. I stare at the pictures and think of how we always fought over stupid things, like me being in my time for longer than a day. Back then I'd thought of what I'd do when the jewel was completed, but never decided anything for sure. But luckily I was spared the decision when Naraku came back to face Kaguya. That was right after the craziest thing I ever did, though probably the best, too.

 

It was when he was becoming full demon from Kaguya's spell and I had to kiss him to bring him back. It was the only thing I could think of to do. Now that I think about it, though, that was what broke the spell and he kissed back…well, sort of. But, he did kind of have to. And while I'm thinking about it, I wonder what he ever did with that locket.

 

`Well, I guess I should start on mine.' I pulled out a pair of scissors from the same place that I'd been saving for right now and cut the bottom one away from the top one. Then I cut out our faces in the shape of small hearts and carefully set them in the locket and closed it. I replaced the scissors and set the scraps with them, though I kept out the other picture. It was the first one that had been taken and though it wasn't my favorite one, I wanted to keep it intact, even if it was the one where Inuyasha and I were fighting.

 

I stash the picture away quickly and close the locket. Then I remember what I'd said to Inuyasha when I gave him the locket. “It'll grant your wishes. Believe me, it works much better than the Sacred Jewel.” He had said it was stupid at the time, but he was still wearing it in Kaguya's castle and it saved him from her freezing spell. I wrapped both hands around the locket and whispered, “I wish he'd come for me.” Then I placed the locket back inside my dress so Hojo wouldn't see it and started aimlessly picking at the well again, memories flooding through my mind, tears pouring down my cheeks, and rain still falling heavily from the sky.

 

Suddenly, I see Hojo at the front door and I'm thankful it's raining so he can't see the tears that continue to fall. I must look pitiful though, with a muddy, torn wedding gown and mascara running down my face. “What on earth are you doing out here?” he inquires.

 

“Just thinking,” I say.

 

“On our wedding night, beside this old well during a thunderstorm?”

 

“Well, yeah. I just needed a little space. Plus, I like the rain, even with thunder. And it's not just an old well. It's a…”

 

“500 year old piece of work which holds a lot of sentimental value for everyone in your family.” He finished in a mock voice. “So I've heard.”

 

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, well if you stop saying things like that you'll stop hearing my lecture about it.”

 

“Yeah, yeah. Well, come on. They're waiting for us to dance, but I'm guessing you need to change first.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Well, let's go then. They won't wait forever.”

 

I got up reluctantly, not wanting to leave my spot by the well and looked down at it again, only to see what I'd done to the well with my nail. Through my tears, I could barely make out the words, “I'm sorry.”

 

 

 

A/N: And that, you nice reviewers, is all you get for now. But I assure you, give me about ten hours tops and the next'll be posted. So until then…LOOK! BEHIND YOU! IT'S A GIRAFFE! Oh dangit, guess that doesn't work through the computer. But if you actually fell for that (Not counting if you're out in like, Africa and there really could be a giraffe behind you), then you are gullible enough to believe me when I say that…::phone rings:: Oh hang on a sec. Hello? Yeah…uhhuh…alrighty…okey dokey…sure…I'll be sure and tell them…byes! Ok, I have just received a phone call from mister deep-voiced guy saying that if all you people out there who fell for the giraffe thing will die in seven days if you don't review…right now…as I'm speaking errr, tyrping…NOW!

 

 

J/K, but please do review cuz I'll luv ya forever if you do, ok? Yay, now I understand the benefits of butt-kissing! Ahem. Or being nice, if that's what ya call it.