InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ I Need You ❯ Forgotten ( Chapter 4 )

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CHAPTER FOUR: FORGOTTEN

 

Rin looked at Kagome with wide eyes then bolted out the door. Kagome looked at InuYasha in despair and followed the child; her husband right behind. Rin was running to the old shack, to the well.

InuYasha caught her in his arms, lifting her off the ground.

Rin screamed and struggled wildly to get out of InuYasha's grasped. “No! Let me go! I must return! My lord will be angry if he cannot find me! Let me go!”

She began to beat InuYasha's chest with all her might. InuYasha growled slightly at the mention of his older brother.

Kagome pulled Rin away from InuYasha and looked into the little girl's tear-stained face. “He won't be looking for you Rin.” Kagome said quietly, “He sent you with us. So you would be safer.”

Rin looked at Kagome in disbelief, “NO! I am safe with Lord Sesshomaru!”

She wrestled her free and ran to the well, “Lord Sesshomaru wouldn't do that! He wouldn't!”

She called into the well, “My lord! Please! Take me home!”

Kagome gently touched her shoulder, “Rin-”

“Let go of me!” Rin cried, “He will come! He always does!”

InuYasha took hold of Kagome's arm, “Let's go” he said softly, “Let her grieve.” Kagome hesitated then nodded and she left with her husband.

Rin's pitiful cries filled the small shack; “Please!” she slowly slid to the floor and curled into a ball, sobs racking her small frame. “Please…. Lord Sesshomaru…Don't leave me here…I need you.” Her cries echoed down the well, “I need you.”

 

8 Years Later

 

 

Rin Higurashi woke with a start. She ran her hands over her face slowly. It was that dream again. The one she'd been having for as long as she could remember. It was always the same. She was at the Old Well as a small child. Crying and calling into the well; calling for something or someone…someone to come for her. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember who.

Rin swung her legs over the side of her bed and sat up; stretching she looked out the window; the dream still lingering in her mind.

As she got dressed Rin mused over her dream. She used to ask her mother about it, but she would just shrug and say, “It's just a dream Rin, nothing more.”

“But it's not just a dream.” Rin muttered to herself.

She finished dressing and ran down the stairs. Entering the kitchen Rin saw her mother at the stove cooking breakfast; her father reading the paper at the table and her twin brother and sister arguing over a box of cereal.

“Morning momma” she greeted cheerfully, pushing her dreams out of her head.

Kagome turned and smiled, “Well….good morning sleepy-head. Did you sleep well?” Rin shrugged, “I guess.”

She made her way over to her father, “Morning daddy.”

InuYasha's head nodded slightly, but the paper never moved, “Good morning Rin” he said absent mindedly.

Rin reached over and snatched the cereal box out of the twin's hands.

“Hey!” they cried in unison.

Rin smiled, “Can't you two go one morning without fighting over breakfast? Besides, mom's making food right now.” She looked down at the box, “And this is my cereal!” Yanna and Kit smiled impishly, “Oops…Sorry Rin” Yanna replied.

“We didn't realize it was yours.” Kit added.

“Oops my as-”

“Rin!”

Rin looked over to see her father looking at her over the top of his paper. His gold eyes glowing slightly, “Don't use that kind of language in front of your siblings” he said sternly, but his eyes held a slight twinkle to them.

Rin sighed, “Yes sir.”

Rin sat down and poured herself a bowl of cereal. As she ate she thought about her father. He was different. That was for sure. Rin could sense sometimes that he felt like he didn't belong either, but he never spoke of it. He was the one person she felt somewhat connected with. But what she loved most about him was his eyes; a soft golden color with small specks of white. They held some sort of comfort for her, more then anything else. They always made her feel safe. But she couldn't understand it. His eyes were friendly and playful at most times, but when he was angry they looked like spiting fire.

“Like in my dreams” Rin sighed deeply and stood.

The dream she had last night wasn't the only one, though it was the most constant. Another was of a figure, tall and glowing with a dark energy. All she could ever make out were his eyes, they looked like her fathers. Yet the ones in the dream were cold and hard. But she was never afraid. Before she could get close enough to see his face, she'd wake up.

Walking out the door Rin made her way over to her favorite place in the whole world. The Tree of Ages.

For as long as she could remember she'd sit under the tree, and talk. Many people thought she was crazy, speaking to the tree. But no matter how bad she felt, it brought her a comfort she couldn't explain. Whenever she was near the tree it seemed to trigger her memories, of a past life or as a young child, she was never sure. But she knew they were of her.

Rin settled down and leaned her back against the tree. “I had that dream again” she murmured. “Of when I was a child…crying for someone. But just like the times before…I don't know who I'm calling for.”

She let out a frustrated sigh, “I wish…I wish I could remember more…about being a child…..My earliest memory is when the twins were born…and that was only 7 years ago. So what happened to the first 10 years of my life? Was I unhappy? Is my mind just shutting out what I don't want to remember? Have I always come here to find peace? Did I…” she sighed and looked up at the old tree. “I just wish…I could know…What my dreams mean…if anything…”

The wind suddenly blew and the limbs on the tree creaked and groaned. Rin smiled and waited.

“I see you've come again” a cold voice stated.

Rin felt peace rush through her body…through her soul. “I was hoping to talk to you today” she whispered. “I feel lost. More then I ever have.”

“About?” the voice prompted.

Rin shrugged. “Oh…I don't know. My dreams…the fact that I'm talking to a tree…and getting an answer” she chuckled. “Maybe everyone's right. Maybe I am crazy. And I don't belong here.”

“If not here, then where?”

Rin bit her lip, “I don't know. I feel…a part of me is missing. Something I need.”

“Then why not search for it?”

Rin laughed humorlessly, “I wouldn't know where to begin.”

“The Bone Eaters-Well.”

“The what?”

No answer.

Rin sighed again. The voice was gone. It would disappear just as sudden as it appeared. “I just…I need to know.”

She looked up to the sky, “Where do I belong?”

Back in the Feudal area, the great Dog Demon Lord Sesshomaru walked slowly through the forest. Away from the Tree of Ages. Away from her.

“What I fool I am. Why did I tell her such nonsense? If she were to remember….I can not allow it to happen!”

Yet even as he stormed inside, his face was as calm and cold as ever. And he knew, as hard as he tried to stay away. He'd be back. The same place, the same time, everyday. He couldn't explain it, and it irritated him that no one else could either. He knew why he was drawn to the tree, because of the human girl, Rin, he had sent to the future 8 years ago. What he couldn't understand is why she drew him.

“She is a human and yet I find some sort of peace in her company. A solitude. Yet why do I seek it so vigorously? Why do I wait to hear her voice? What is this that I seek? What is it that I need?”

Raindrops on Rin's face woke her from her sleep. Slowly sitting up she looked around; she was still under the tree. Her tree. She got to her feet slowly. She had that dream again. The same as before.

“You know…” she looked up to the sky, “If you're not going to tell me what it means, you could at least give me something different!”

“Who are you talking to Rin?”

Rin spun around her see her closet and possibly only friend.

Linda Jones.

Rin smiled, “I was…annoyed…with the Dream Giver.” She said with a hint of sarcasm. Her Great-Grandfather was always telling stories or legends about this or that. One of Rin's childhood favorites was of a young woman called The Dream Giver. She'd whisper to you in your sleep, either of a future to seek or a memory of a past life.

Linda smiled, “I see.”

Linda was a down-to-earth and practical girl. She used to laugh at the story Rin recited from her Great-Grandfather; saying, “Old folk tales. Not one ounce of truth to them.” Rin soon learned to keep the stories to herself.

Linda held up some tickets, “You up for a movie?”

Rin grinned, “Of course…Just let me grab my shoes.” She placed her hand on her tree….

 

A woman placed her hands on her small shoulders, “This is a very special tree Rin. Talk to it. Talk to him. And he'll hear you. I promise. And if you listen very carefully. You just might hear him.”

 

Rin gasped and fell away from the tree.

Linda ran to her side, “Are you okay?”

Rin nodded, “Yes I…I think…I had like…I flashback or something.”

“What did you see?”

“Me…I think…as a child….someone was telling me….about the tree. Telling me to talk to it…”

Linda raised her eyebrows, “Rin…you know it could have been just your imagination.” Rin looked up; wanting to protest but didn't. What could she say? She had no real proof. For anything she said or did. People though she was a nut-case because she talked to the tree and insisted it spoke back.

Now she was saying that someone told her to talk to it. She wasn't going to press her luck. Linda was the only real friend she had left.

Rin shook her head, “Yeah, you're probably right.”

She slipped her shoes on. “Let's go.”