InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Her and Him ❯ Chapter Three ( Chapter 3 )

Her and Him

 

Circumstances

 

Chap. 3

 

“Momma, I'm home.” Kagome called pulling her sweat shirt off. Her mother hated black, thought it so much as a devil color.

 

“Alright I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything.” She answered even as her daughter pounded up the stairs to go draw her obsession, not hearing it anyway.

 

As soon as she closed her door, the only silent gesture she did in the house, her radio turned on. It was set to do that everyday when she got home. The floor vibrated slightly from the bass of the machine in the corner of her room. Solemnly she turned it off. She had to focus, had to be sure they were all here. Her eyes scanned her walls.

 

One was missing, the one above her door. “Momma!” She called down the stairs. Her mother padded silently to where she could see her daughter. “Give it back momma, I know you have it.”

 

“I will never understand how you know Kagome. You have so many pictures of him.”

 

Kagome let out a dark hiss. “Where is it?” Her eyes glared with a menace of rage so deep in her if it were to explode the volcanoes of the earth would spew.

 

“In the hall drawer.” Her mother said before her daughter did anything regrettable. It seemed the young girls eyes lightened the silent death threat as she went to check finding the picture, and plastering it back up on her wall. She looked around once more, a hollow place in her opening a new. It always did when she did this. Always. There was never an instant she could get him out of her mind, but it hurt her so deep also. She knew she would never be able to have him.

 

She had been foolish to even let him see her studying him during class or leave her sketch book where sticky fingers could pry at her privacy. Sango was the only one she had ever told about her secret, and that is why they held each other so dear. As sisters bound for an eternity by a secret that if leaked could cause an uproar.

 

She took a deep breath flying onto her bed and staring at the ceiling for a few seconds. The shadows cast by the dimming sunlight were long and beckoned her into their hollow selves. She felt under her pillow. The blade sliced across her fingers before she even realized that was what she was touching. She held out her naked arm.

 

Scratches from past excursions were only faint lines now that would dim out within the next few days. She let the blade skitter across her skin lightly. A faint line of blood filled the place where the blade touched. She watched as it dripped lazily down her arm. She didn't make an attempt to wipe it away as her door creaked open. It was Sango she already knew.

 

Arms wrapped around her neck, soft hands taking the blade from her own finger tips. “You promised me no more Kagome.” She whispered, her lips close to Kagome's ear.

 

“I know, but sometimes I can not help it.” She whispered back. Sango slipped away from her throwing the blade in the trash can beside her small desk. Kagome would retrieve it later. Sango knew that, she always did, but still she tried.

 

“One of these times I won't be here to stop you, What will you do when you wake up and are in a hospital like your brother?” Sango asked.

 

“Don't go into that territory Sango. You know it is dangerous.” The hiss was more warning than reprimand.

 

“I am sorry. Forgive me. I just don't want you to disappear, because once you do, I will be alone.” Her voice cut Kagome deeper than any blade would ever. The younger girl stood hugging the older one to her.

 

“I will never leave you Sango. Not even in death. I promise you that.” She said with a smirk. “And forgiveness is granted with out question.”