InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Her Name ❯ My Life Now ( Prologue )
[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: Tariiela 
Kagome. Her name is Kagome Higurashi. That's what the doctors told her. She is 15, she lives with her grandfather, mother, and brother. They tell her she fell down some stairs. If she's an amnesiac, and doesn't remember, why does she know better? Why does she know that's not what happened? Who is this demon following her? Why should she trust him?
What did she do to deserve this?
Inu/Kag, Mir/San
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.17.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 549 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome. Her name is Kagome Higurashi. That's what the doctors told her. She is 15, she lives with her grandfather, mother, and brother. They tell her she fell down some stairs. If she's an amnesiac, and doesn't remember, why does she know better? Why does she know that's not what happened? Who is this demon following her? Why should she trust him?
What did she do to deserve this?
Inu/Kag, Mir/San
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Psychological / Drama / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 11.17.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 549 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome. Her name is Kagome Higurashi. That's what the doctors told her. She is 15, she lives with her grandfather, mother, and brother. They tell her she fell down some stairs. If she's an amnesiac, and doesn't remember, why does she know better? Why does she know that's not what happened? Who is this demon following her? Why should she trust him?
What did she do to deserve this?Inu/Kag, Mir/San
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A/N;; Hmm. This is interesting. =3 Never tried this before. I'm going to give it a shot, and see how it turns out. Work with me here.I'm not going to give you a detailed summary, I'm just going to jump right in, because I want people to focus on the story, and pay attention to how it develops. And NOTE THE RATING. Thanks. Language, implications of adult activities...no lemons/limes, but I just want to be safe. :3
On another note; I deleted my first story for several reasons:
1. No more inspiration. -le sigh-
2. You guys were so nice in your reviews, but I didn't get enough criticism to improve my writing.
Please, PLEASE, when/if (I hope you will) you review, add a bit of Constructive Criticism, mkay? Spelling, grammer, plotline, life in general...hell, I don't care if you say 'YOU SUCK' as long as you spell it right and explain WHY I suck. xD I like questions, too! Let's me know people are interested. =3
Summary; Kagome. Her name is Kagome Higurashi. That's what the doctors told her. She is 15, she lives with her grandfather, mother, and brother. They tell her she fell down some stairs. If she's an amnesiac, and doesn't remember, why does she know better? Why does she know that's not what happened? And who is this demon following her? Why should she trust him?
What did she do to deserve this?
Main Pairings; Inu/Kag, Mir/San
Minor Pairings; Sess/Kagu, Rin/Sou
Disclaimer; Rumiko Takahashi and VIZ Media own InuYasha and Co. Not me...
But that won't stop me from using them for my sick, twisted fanatasies! >=3
The Prologue is the only chapter (as of now) that will be in first person and present tense, by the wayy.
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Amnesia is more than just losing your memory. It makes a good story, sure. The cliche 'he/she didn't remember her past...' yeah. Whatever. All that good stuff. But it has a darker side that people rarely play up. Amnesia would probably be more terrifying than seeing your heart ripped from your chest.
Okay, maybe they're right up there next to eachother. But think about it.
Depending on how severe your case is, you may not remember anything at all. You may be a fifteen year old that can't remember the past month or so, or maybe can't remember any aspect of your life up to that point. Waking up in a hospital bed, and not remembering anything at all. You don't remember yourself as a child, you don't remember your mother or your friends or family...you just came into existance in your mind. You don't know anything. You may not remember Math, Soccer, how to make spaghetti, your second language you spent five years learning and now have to re-learn again, or maybe even some parts of your own language. You're alone. You just came to be. Babies learn as they grow, but you already are grown. People expect you to know everything.
Maybe you can't remember where your house is, and you're looking around hopelessly. People are giving you odd looks.
They don't understand what you went through. No one can. No one ever will.
~
No one can understand what I've gone through.
I sit here at a kitchen table in a kitchen in a house. A woman who claims to be my mother told me it was our house, where we live, and this was our kitchen table in the kitchen we use. This woman says by 'we', she means my brother, my grandfather, me, and herself. She says that our family has lived in this house that is on this shrine for generations.
I sit here, and run over her words in my head. I don't even try to remember anything anymore. I've given up on that already. It's been a month since the 'accident,' this woman, my mother, says. I was in a 'comatose state' for a week, she says. She smiles warmly at me. She says she loves me. She says she's grateful that I've survived. She says that we should all be grateful for all that the gods have given us. She says I'm lucky.
I don't feel lucky.
She says someone is watching over all of us, and making sure we're okay.
Where is this person now?
How is this okay?
I'm not okay.
Why doesn't she see?
A little boy named Souta says he's my brother. He says he's thirteen. He says that he loves me, even though I can be a big brat. Then the woman that is my alleged mother yells at him from the other room, and he smiles. He says that he was just joking and he will always love me and he'll be there for me no matter what. He says not to tell anyone or they'll think he's a softie. He says that he's glad I'm okay.
I'm not okay.
Why doesn't he see?
An old wrinkled prune of a man with a white ponytail, and aged eyes that have seen too much informs me that he's my grandfather. He babbles on about the history of the shrine. I blanch. He sees the look, and clears his throat. He says he loves me very much. He says that we're family, and we must stick together. He says that I'm a special girl. This man, this old man, he looks at me. He says that we can make it through this.
We? I'm the one that is suffering here, right?
He says it's affecting them all.
Then I scream at him. I tell him I'm the one suffering. I yell and tell him that I don't know who he is. I tell him that I'm the empty shell of a person, not him. Not anyone else.
He is calm. He says that it hurts them more than he can say, and then he mumbles something about selfishness. Then, the woman I am supposed to adress as my mother, hits him over the head. She smiles at me, then continues cooking.
The boy I am supposed to adress as my brother laughs.
The man I am supposed to adress as my grandfather sighs, then offers an apologetic smile.
He says it's going to be okay.
I'm not okay. I won't be okay.
Why doesn't he see?
Why doesn't anyone see?
As I sit here, I listen to my own breathing. I listen to the tick-tock of a clock on the wall above me. I can't see it, I can't feel it, but I know the clock is there. Just like my mother says I can't see the damage in my head, I can't feel it, but we all knows it's there. This is one of the few analogies of hers I understand.I'm waiting for my brother to come down the stairs. I can hear him brushing his teeth with an electronic toothbrush. This is my first day back at school, apparently. Souta is going to introduce me to some three girls who are supposed to be my friends.
My friends. They visited me at the hospital like many other kids, my mother said, but I was in my 'comatose state' so I wouldn't be able to remember them. She said that once I saw their faces, something may click inside my head and I might remember again.
I've come to notice that my mother always wore a fake, plastic smile when she says things like that. Then, she'd turn away and sigh. As if I was a lost cause.
Because...I am a lost cause.
Souta came ambling down the stairs, wearing that grin he always wore. He's always happy, and I envy his enthusiasm for life. I envy his memory, I envy his happiness, his knowledge.
"Ready to go?"
I blink blue-gray eyes at him. That's the color my mother said they were. Beautiful. Like the sky.
Nothing was beautiful to me. I don't know what beautiful is.
"Yeah," I reply slowly. "are you?" I look at the backback over his shoulder. He looks over my uniform.I apparently attended a private school for three years, and this was Souta's first year. It's November and nearly three months into the school year already. I've missed one, and I can't remember the other two months, let alone the rest of my life.
"Mhmh." Souta's reply was muffled from his mouth being stuffed with toast. He had snatched a slice off the table, and was already making his way towards the door. I sling my yellow backpack over my shoulder, and follow after him obediently.
~
We were making our way down the shrine steps when we saw them.
Three girls. One has curly hair brown hair, one has straight black hair pulled back by a head band, and one flaunts a boy-cut. They immiedately brighten when they see me.
"Kagome!"
"Kags, you look great!"
"Oh Kagome!"
That's my name.Kagome.
They run foward as Souta and I make our way towards them. They looked relieved and excited, but overall, worried.
"Kagome," murmurs Souta, drawing me out from my thoughts. "This is Eri, Ayume, and Minie." He points to them in turn, and they give me those concerned smiles that I seem to attract when people know of my 'condition.'They don't know the half of it.
Minie looks me over. I fidget under her gaze, so she stops, then coos, "We were worried about you!""Yeah," chirped Eri, and anxiously toys with a lock of hair that had escapes the confines of her hair band. "We didn't think you'd ever return to school!"
Ayume laughs. "Aww, we all know Kagome's a fighter," she teases. Souta, and the two other girls join in her laughter. I stand there, blinking stupidly and not understanding the joke.
Their giggles die down, and they begin to walk. I follow, not because I want to, but because I have to. This is where I'm supposed to go, apparently. They babble on about school for moment, then continue with the latest gossip and everything I've missed while I was gone. I drown out their voices, and try to memorize the path to school. I see Souta looking up at me with concern laced with his normally jubilant features. Like a good big sister, the kind I watch on television, my only salvation these past few weeks, I smile down at him. He smiles back, and I watch as his worried features ebb away, replaced with happiness and childish naivety.
I readjust my back-pack strap on my shoulder, wincing as it bites into my shoulder.
Suddenly...silence.
I nearly walk into Eri when she stops short, and just as I was about to protest, I see what they're all staring at.On the street, an engine purrs. A red motorcycle, the model name I cannot place, sits there. A man adorned in a dark hoodie and black cargo pants is on the seat. Silver hair cascades down his back, and two animal like ears swivel on his head, before finally settling on all of us.He inclines his head, allowing red sunglasses to slip down his nose, and reveals his eyes. Golden, amber eyes, that bore into me.Bore into my soul.
Silence.
The eyes, those enticing eyes, settled on me, and only me, lure me in. This is the first thing I've seen that is truely worthy of being called beautiful. I cannot break this mans gaze. Instead, I step foward, and the connection doubles in intensity. I feel human. I remember something. It's vague, but it's something. I remember this feeling I'm currently expierencing. I savor the feeling of my heart pounding in my chest. Which each step, I feel closer to a breakthrough than I ever did. I feel on the edge of something and I just need one more step to fall off, to touch him-
A round of gasps from my friends startles me. My brother and Eri claw at my back, pulling me back onto the sidewalk. I watch as the man snorts, looks back ahead, revvs the engine, before starting off into the morning. How I desperately want to follow him.
Ayume calls after him, "Freak! And wear a helmet!"Eri, Souta, and Minie begin to chide me about talking to strangers, but I ignore them. We continue walking.
Oh, I've never felt so alive. I yearn to gaze into those amber depths again.
Who is he?
What does he want?
~The moment we enter school grounds, we attract stares from onlooking students. I wrap a hand around my stomach self consciously, bowing my head with my free hand clutching my pack strap. Eri, Ayume and Minie make idle chat with eachother, attempting to draw me into their conversation and break the tension. Souta looks at his friends longingly, they were waving to him, but like a loyal brother stayed by my side.The girls and my brother started to become as uncomfortable as I was. People parted aside to make way for us, and a hush silence settled over the crowd as we passed. In our wake, I could hear the murmurs of students.
Everyone knows who I am, apparently.
Except me.
Before we start up the steps to the school, I look down at Souta. "Go with your friends." He shakes his head vigorously.
"No way, Kags," he begins to protest, but I cut him off.
"Go," I command quietly, but sternly. He glances to the three girls for help.
"We'll walk her to her classes, Souta," assured Eri. The two other girls nodded in agreement as she continued, "you've done so much for her already." He sighs, and looks at me for confirmation. I smile, and squeeze his shoulder.
"I'll be fine. Please, go," I whisper, aware of the stares still centered on us.
Souta, looking as if he were going to cry, moves as if to hug me, but instead pats me on the back and saunters over to the small throng of 8th graders waiting for him. The three girls beside me raise their eyebrows expectantly.I want to throw my head back, show no fear, and parade up the stairs leaving others gaping at my magnificent entrance and poise, just like those perfect girls on television who handle their problems with unsettling ease. My body betrays my wishes, however, and I swallow nervously. Staring at the ground, I make my way up to the building.
~
My name is Kagome Higurashi. Everything I have ever worked for, apparently, is gone. I can't remember a thing. I have to start over. My mother says this expierence will make me stronger. I don't feel strong. Apparently, I'm lucky to have survived the 'accident.' My life is full of apparentlys. I'm an empty shell of a person, barely surviving and living off what other people tell me. I feel unlucky, weak, and vulnerable. I don't know what or who to believe. I'm alone.
But, for a moment, that silver-haired, golden-eyed god made me feel normal. I felt something that I haven't felt since I awoke from my coma. I don't know if I even existed since a month ago, and that god-like man makes me doubt everything people have told me about life and myself. I want to feel like that again. I need to feel like that again.
I must find him.
My name is Kagome Higurashi. I am a teenage Amnesiac.
What did she do to deserve this?Inu/Kag, Mir/San
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A/N;; Hmm. This is interesting. =3 Never tried this before. I'm going to give it a shot, and see how it turns out. Work with me here.I'm not going to give you a detailed summary, I'm just going to jump right in, because I want people to focus on the story, and pay attention to how it develops. And NOTE THE RATING. Thanks. Language, implications of adult activities...no lemons/limes, but I just want to be safe. :3
On another note; I deleted my first story for several reasons:
1. No more inspiration. -le sigh-
2. You guys were so nice in your reviews, but I didn't get enough criticism to improve my writing.
Please, PLEASE, when/if (I hope you will) you review, add a bit of Constructive Criticism, mkay? Spelling, grammer, plotline, life in general...hell, I don't care if you say 'YOU SUCK' as long as you spell it right and explain WHY I suck. xD I like questions, too! Let's me know people are interested. =3
Summary; Kagome. Her name is Kagome Higurashi. That's what the doctors told her. She is 15, she lives with her grandfather, mother, and brother. They tell her she fell down some stairs. If she's an amnesiac, and doesn't remember, why does she know better? Why does she know that's not what happened? And who is this demon following her? Why should she trust him?
What did she do to deserve this?
Main Pairings; Inu/Kag, Mir/San
Minor Pairings; Sess/Kagu, Rin/Sou
Disclaimer; Rumiko Takahashi and VIZ Media own InuYasha and Co. Not me...
But that won't stop me from using them for my sick, twisted fanatasies! >=3
The Prologue is the only chapter (as of now) that will be in first person and present tense, by the wayy.
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~~~
Amnesia is more than just losing your memory. It makes a good story, sure. The cliche 'he/she didn't remember her past...' yeah. Whatever. All that good stuff. But it has a darker side that people rarely play up. Amnesia would probably be more terrifying than seeing your heart ripped from your chest.
Okay, maybe they're right up there next to eachother. But think about it.
Depending on how severe your case is, you may not remember anything at all. You may be a fifteen year old that can't remember the past month or so, or maybe can't remember any aspect of your life up to that point. Waking up in a hospital bed, and not remembering anything at all. You don't remember yourself as a child, you don't remember your mother or your friends or family...you just came into existance in your mind. You don't know anything. You may not remember Math, Soccer, how to make spaghetti, your second language you spent five years learning and now have to re-learn again, or maybe even some parts of your own language. You're alone. You just came to be. Babies learn as they grow, but you already are grown. People expect you to know everything.
Maybe you can't remember where your house is, and you're looking around hopelessly. People are giving you odd looks.
They don't understand what you went through. No one can. No one ever will.
~
No one can understand what I've gone through.
I sit here at a kitchen table in a kitchen in a house. A woman who claims to be my mother told me it was our house, where we live, and this was our kitchen table in the kitchen we use. This woman says by 'we', she means my brother, my grandfather, me, and herself. She says that our family has lived in this house that is on this shrine for generations.
I sit here, and run over her words in my head. I don't even try to remember anything anymore. I've given up on that already. It's been a month since the 'accident,' this woman, my mother, says. I was in a 'comatose state' for a week, she says. She smiles warmly at me. She says she loves me. She says she's grateful that I've survived. She says that we should all be grateful for all that the gods have given us. She says I'm lucky.
I don't feel lucky.
She says someone is watching over all of us, and making sure we're okay.
Where is this person now?
How is this okay?
I'm not okay.
Why doesn't she see?
A little boy named Souta says he's my brother. He says he's thirteen. He says that he loves me, even though I can be a big brat. Then the woman that is my alleged mother yells at him from the other room, and he smiles. He says that he was just joking and he will always love me and he'll be there for me no matter what. He says not to tell anyone or they'll think he's a softie. He says that he's glad I'm okay.
I'm not okay.
Why doesn't he see?
An old wrinkled prune of a man with a white ponytail, and aged eyes that have seen too much informs me that he's my grandfather. He babbles on about the history of the shrine. I blanch. He sees the look, and clears his throat. He says he loves me very much. He says that we're family, and we must stick together. He says that I'm a special girl. This man, this old man, he looks at me. He says that we can make it through this.
We? I'm the one that is suffering here, right?
He says it's affecting them all.
Then I scream at him. I tell him I'm the one suffering. I yell and tell him that I don't know who he is. I tell him that I'm the empty shell of a person, not him. Not anyone else.
He is calm. He says that it hurts them more than he can say, and then he mumbles something about selfishness. Then, the woman I am supposed to adress as my mother, hits him over the head. She smiles at me, then continues cooking.
The boy I am supposed to adress as my brother laughs.
The man I am supposed to adress as my grandfather sighs, then offers an apologetic smile.
He says it's going to be okay.
I'm not okay. I won't be okay.
Why doesn't he see?
Why doesn't anyone see?
As I sit here, I listen to my own breathing. I listen to the tick-tock of a clock on the wall above me. I can't see it, I can't feel it, but I know the clock is there. Just like my mother says I can't see the damage in my head, I can't feel it, but we all knows it's there. This is one of the few analogies of hers I understand.I'm waiting for my brother to come down the stairs. I can hear him brushing his teeth with an electronic toothbrush. This is my first day back at school, apparently. Souta is going to introduce me to some three girls who are supposed to be my friends.
My friends. They visited me at the hospital like many other kids, my mother said, but I was in my 'comatose state' so I wouldn't be able to remember them. She said that once I saw their faces, something may click inside my head and I might remember again.
I've come to notice that my mother always wore a fake, plastic smile when she says things like that. Then, she'd turn away and sigh. As if I was a lost cause.
Because...I am a lost cause.
Souta came ambling down the stairs, wearing that grin he always wore. He's always happy, and I envy his enthusiasm for life. I envy his memory, I envy his happiness, his knowledge.
"Ready to go?"
I blink blue-gray eyes at him. That's the color my mother said they were. Beautiful. Like the sky.
Nothing was beautiful to me. I don't know what beautiful is.
"Yeah," I reply slowly. "are you?" I look at the backback over his shoulder. He looks over my uniform.I apparently attended a private school for three years, and this was Souta's first year. It's November and nearly three months into the school year already. I've missed one, and I can't remember the other two months, let alone the rest of my life.
"Mhmh." Souta's reply was muffled from his mouth being stuffed with toast. He had snatched a slice off the table, and was already making his way towards the door. I sling my yellow backpack over my shoulder, and follow after him obediently.
~
We were making our way down the shrine steps when we saw them.
Three girls. One has curly hair brown hair, one has straight black hair pulled back by a head band, and one flaunts a boy-cut. They immiedately brighten when they see me.
"Kagome!"
"Kags, you look great!"
"Oh Kagome!"
That's my name.Kagome.
They run foward as Souta and I make our way towards them. They looked relieved and excited, but overall, worried.
"Kagome," murmurs Souta, drawing me out from my thoughts. "This is Eri, Ayume, and Minie." He points to them in turn, and they give me those concerned smiles that I seem to attract when people know of my 'condition.'They don't know the half of it.
Minie looks me over. I fidget under her gaze, so she stops, then coos, "We were worried about you!""Yeah," chirped Eri, and anxiously toys with a lock of hair that had escapes the confines of her hair band. "We didn't think you'd ever return to school!"
Ayume laughs. "Aww, we all know Kagome's a fighter," she teases. Souta, and the two other girls join in her laughter. I stand there, blinking stupidly and not understanding the joke.
Their giggles die down, and they begin to walk. I follow, not because I want to, but because I have to. This is where I'm supposed to go, apparently. They babble on about school for moment, then continue with the latest gossip and everything I've missed while I was gone. I drown out their voices, and try to memorize the path to school. I see Souta looking up at me with concern laced with his normally jubilant features. Like a good big sister, the kind I watch on television, my only salvation these past few weeks, I smile down at him. He smiles back, and I watch as his worried features ebb away, replaced with happiness and childish naivety.
I readjust my back-pack strap on my shoulder, wincing as it bites into my shoulder.
Suddenly...silence.
I nearly walk into Eri when she stops short, and just as I was about to protest, I see what they're all staring at.On the street, an engine purrs. A red motorcycle, the model name I cannot place, sits there. A man adorned in a dark hoodie and black cargo pants is on the seat. Silver hair cascades down his back, and two animal like ears swivel on his head, before finally settling on all of us.He inclines his head, allowing red sunglasses to slip down his nose, and reveals his eyes. Golden, amber eyes, that bore into me.Bore into my soul.
Silence.
The eyes, those enticing eyes, settled on me, and only me, lure me in. This is the first thing I've seen that is truely worthy of being called beautiful. I cannot break this mans gaze. Instead, I step foward, and the connection doubles in intensity. I feel human. I remember something. It's vague, but it's something. I remember this feeling I'm currently expierencing. I savor the feeling of my heart pounding in my chest. Which each step, I feel closer to a breakthrough than I ever did. I feel on the edge of something and I just need one more step to fall off, to touch him-
A round of gasps from my friends startles me. My brother and Eri claw at my back, pulling me back onto the sidewalk. I watch as the man snorts, looks back ahead, revvs the engine, before starting off into the morning. How I desperately want to follow him.
Ayume calls after him, "Freak! And wear a helmet!"Eri, Souta, and Minie begin to chide me about talking to strangers, but I ignore them. We continue walking.
Oh, I've never felt so alive. I yearn to gaze into those amber depths again.
Who is he?
What does he want?
~The moment we enter school grounds, we attract stares from onlooking students. I wrap a hand around my stomach self consciously, bowing my head with my free hand clutching my pack strap. Eri, Ayume and Minie make idle chat with eachother, attempting to draw me into their conversation and break the tension. Souta looks at his friends longingly, they were waving to him, but like a loyal brother stayed by my side.The girls and my brother started to become as uncomfortable as I was. People parted aside to make way for us, and a hush silence settled over the crowd as we passed. In our wake, I could hear the murmurs of students.
Everyone knows who I am, apparently.
Except me.
Before we start up the steps to the school, I look down at Souta. "Go with your friends." He shakes his head vigorously.
"No way, Kags," he begins to protest, but I cut him off.
"Go," I command quietly, but sternly. He glances to the three girls for help.
"We'll walk her to her classes, Souta," assured Eri. The two other girls nodded in agreement as she continued, "you've done so much for her already." He sighs, and looks at me for confirmation. I smile, and squeeze his shoulder.
"I'll be fine. Please, go," I whisper, aware of the stares still centered on us.
Souta, looking as if he were going to cry, moves as if to hug me, but instead pats me on the back and saunters over to the small throng of 8th graders waiting for him. The three girls beside me raise their eyebrows expectantly.I want to throw my head back, show no fear, and parade up the stairs leaving others gaping at my magnificent entrance and poise, just like those perfect girls on television who handle their problems with unsettling ease. My body betrays my wishes, however, and I swallow nervously. Staring at the ground, I make my way up to the building.
~
My name is Kagome Higurashi. Everything I have ever worked for, apparently, is gone. I can't remember a thing. I have to start over. My mother says this expierence will make me stronger. I don't feel strong. Apparently, I'm lucky to have survived the 'accident.' My life is full of apparentlys. I'm an empty shell of a person, barely surviving and living off what other people tell me. I feel unlucky, weak, and vulnerable. I don't know what or who to believe. I'm alone.
But, for a moment, that silver-haired, golden-eyed god made me feel normal. I felt something that I haven't felt since I awoke from my coma. I don't know if I even existed since a month ago, and that god-like man makes me doubt everything people have told me about life and myself. I want to feel like that again. I need to feel like that again.
I must find him.
My name is Kagome Higurashi. I am a teenage Amnesiac.