InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Love ❯ The Funeral ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Love
Chapter One: The Funeral
It was raining outside as the music played, and everyone held a black umbrella over their heads protecting them from the rain that seemed to make the pain for them all a little worse. Three days before hand she had died, along with her baby. The service was over and they all had their heads bowed listening to the music that her husband had picked out for her and the baby, they had arranged for the mother and child to be layed to rest side by side. These quiet moments that they spent listening to the music before they lowered the caskets into the ground were used to spend remembering all the happy times they spent together
He had chosen this song because he had known that it was true, he would someday see his beloved wife alive again, in another life, and his child would always be alive in his soul, even if he had not gotten the chance to get to know the child. He would always be happy for the remainder of his life though, because he had been granted a son as a first born, even if he had not lived to grow into a young man, he was still proud. His wife had always made him promise that if anything had ever happend to her and she was not able to live out the rest of his life that he wouldn't grow a stone wall around his heart, that he would remember her but move on and get happy again. And for her he had agreed.
It wasn't the promise that made him the most sad right now though, because he had decided that for her anything was possible, and that he could be happy again. It was the fact that they had only been married a year, and their marriage and their life together was cut short. Though he was pained by this he realized that he was not the only one suffering from this, all of her friends, all of his friends were suffering, for she was taken away from them too. They would never see her smile, hear her laugh, or feel her comforting prescence ever again for so long as they lived, as long as he lived. And at that very moment, he wanted to breakdown, he just wanted to scream out to her that he couldn't keep his promise that he would forever be lost and sad without her, for it was not fair that their time together was cut so short.
Looking to his right he realized that out of everyone there at the service there was only one other person who was hurting nearly as bad as he was at the moment, her best friend, his best friend. The one who had always been there for the both of them, who seemed wise beyond her years, for she was only eighteen. At the moment she had her face buried in her hands, leaning against her long time boyfriend. The girl was so sweet, once it happend, the love of his life had been taken away, no matter how much he refused she had blown her boyfriend off and stayed with him in the house that would no longer be filled with his wife's voice. They spent the last few days preparing the funeral together, and looking back through the scrap books and photo albums laughing at all the good times and promising each other that they would always remember her face like it was yesterday that they saw her last.
Soon as his first tears of the day started to fall down his cheek, he felt a strong warm hand settle on his shoulder, and he turned to see his long time friend, who had left his wife's side to come and comfort him. "It's okay, everything will be alright, I bet you she's watching you right now, calling you a pathetic loser for crying over her." Thinking inside his head he knew that his friend was right, his wife would want him to be strong, strong for all of their friends, especially her. Her being his wife's best friend, and at that moment he walked over to her and began to pull her into his arms, comforting her. At that moment he felt her become even more overwhelmed with tears, he thought that she might just fall to the ground.
"Why did she have to go? It's just not right, all she ever did was get pregnant and go into labor! No one ever said that just because she wanted to have a child meant that she would have to give up her life! It's not fair..." She again broke into sobs and dug her head into her friend's chest
"Shhh...it's okay. I understand how you feel, I too am confused. I lost my wife and child all in the same day. But you must remember that she wouldn't want us to keep asking why, and continue to grieve. She would like for us to remember her in her best moments and move on, but never forget about her." The young girl shook her head while still sobbing into his chest, and the song then came to a close.
It was then that both of the caskets began to be lowered into the ground and many of the mourners began to disperse to their cars, where they would leave the cemetery and meet back up in an hour at the Miroku's house for the reception.
The only two who didn't leave right then though were the two most affected, the husband and the best friend. She stepped forward with a red rose and a white rose and threw them into the graves with the descending caskets. But before leaving she looked at the tomb stone of her very best friend.
As Kagome and Miroku reached the road where their cars were parked, a waiting Kouga was standing next to his vehicle staring at Kagome with sympathetic eyes. He motioned for her to get into the car that way they could meet back at Miroku's house with the other's, but she only shook her head no.
"Sorry Kouga, I think I'm going to ride with Miroku to the reception, okay? I'll see you there."
Kouga only shrugged and sunk into his car and drove off, while Kagome and Miroku climbed into his SUV. As they left the cemetery in silence Miroku looked over to Kagome who seemed to be looking down at her left hand. He was curious so he too looked quickly at her hand and saw on her finger a nice little diamond.
"Oh, wow. That's pretty, Kouga propose to you?"
"No, it's a promise ring after the past couple of days, this morning, he told me that life is too short and that he wanted to make a promise to me that we would always be together."
"Well that is sweet."
"Yea, but I almost feel a little guilty, because you know of my feelings for Inuyasha, even if he is married to my sister. Him being married to my sister makes me love him even more because she's never home, she's always out on one of her modeling gigs. And the poor guy, she hasn't even told him yet that she doesn't want kids, that's something Kikyo has always emphasized. She's afraid that becoming pregnant would ruin her figure, and would plague her belly with atrocious birth marks."
"Kikyo, sure is a piece of work."
"He loves her so much, yet she leaves him feeling so empty, I can't help but comfort him whenever she's not around."
"What do you mean comfort him?"
"I know it's wrong, I mean I have a boyfriend, who I really do care about, and he cares for me and she's my sister and all but, I can't resist and it makes me happy to see him happy, and if I'm what he wants when she's not there, then I can't really help but give in."
After that last statement from Kagome, Miroku kept his mouth shut he didn't want to judge her because he knew that she felt guilty enough right now anyway, besides he didn't want to be mean because from the way that it sounded, she hadn't even told Sango about this little affair going on between her and Inuyasha. The rest of the ride to Miroku's house was in silence.
Pulling in front of his house, Miroku parked the car and shut it off, sticking his keys into his pocket. Kagome hopped out of the passenger seat and side by side, the grieving friends walked up the walk to the house, where their friends and family waited to help comfort them.
Once the pair reached the porch the front screen door flew open and Kagome's sister Kikyo came flying out and for some reason Kagome's heart leapt up into her throat. Kikyo stopped in front of Kagome and put her hands on her shoulders drawing her close and kissing her on the forehead.
"I'm sorry my dear sister to leave you so soon in your time of need but I need to be to the airport in less than an hour to catch my flight to my next photo shoot. I'm going to Paris this time, maybe I'll bring you something back for a souvenoir. And I know that Sango meant a lot to Inuyasha also, so please do keep him company, don't allow him to get too far down into the dumps. I don't want him to be all slummy when I come back for our fifth anniversary."
With that Kikyo ran down the walk to the cab that was waiting for her, no doubt she had left the car for Inuyasha that way he could get home after the reception.
" Wow, it's like she doesn't have a heart."
"I know, when I was five I had a gerbil and well I can't remember how but it died right? And instead of being a comforting older sister she told me that I needed to get over it because mom could just replace it for me."
"..."
"Hahaha, I locked myself in my room for three days, I would only come out to go to Kindergarten."
With that the two walked into the house where all their friends and family awaited dressed in black, mourning the loss of Sango and her baby boy. Standing in the corner was a lonely and sad Inuyasha that Kagome quickly went to, and Miroku couldn't help but roll his eyes at the two. If they weren't careful they would both end up in a lot of trouble. But for the time being he decided he would ignore the secret love birds and mingle amongst his guests.
"Miroku."
Miroku turned his head slightly over his shoulder but didn't see anyone and just figured that he was hearing things but that wasn't the last of it.
"Miroku!" He heard the voice again and also this time felt a tug on his shirt so he turned around and snapped.
"What!"
There before him was his late wife's little brother who had been trying to get his attention but unfortunatley Miroku had in a way been in his own little world so he didn't think to look down a little bit when he heard his name.
"Oh Kohaku, I'm sorry, I was just a little out of it, you surprised me."
"It's okay, I was just wondering if you and Sango had thought of any baby names before all of this happend."
Silence. That was actually a good question and actually he and Sango had come up with some names for the baby. If it was a boy then he would be named Kohaku, after his uncle and if it was a girl they would have named her Midoriko.
"Yes, Kohaku we did, and since the baby was a boy I guess you have a baby named after you."
With that Miroku walked away and headed back to the main room of the house where everyone else seemed to be at, quickly for some reason his eyes darted to the corner of the room where he saw Kagome and Inuyasha still standing side by side. Inuyasha at that moment leaned over and whispered something into Kagome's ear at which she nodded her head. Kagome's eyes soon met Miroku's and she held her finger out to Inuyasha telling him just a moment and she walked towards Miroku.
"Would you let Kouga know that I left with Inuyasha to spend a few hours with him since Kikyo had left town so suddenly. Let him know that I don't know if I'll be home tonight, but to not wait up for me. Let him know that I'll call him."
"I don't know Kagome, I don't feel very comfortable telling him not to worry when you and me both know that what you're doing with Inuyasha tonight is not going to be just platonic."
"I know, but please Miroku, Inuyasha's grieving and I can't seem to find Kouga anywhere and Inuyasha is getting a little impatient." With the end of that sentence Kagome gave him a pouty face, begging him to do this one favor for her.
"Fine, but don't expect me to continually cover for you two ok?"
"Okay, but thanks a lot Miroku. I'll come by early tomorrow and we'll hang out okay? We'll talk more tomorrow."
With that Kagome turned around and walked towards the front door where Inuyasha stood waiting, and as they walked out the door their hands became enlaced in each others hands, and he just couldn't stop it, he felt the pain once again, the pain for the loss of his precious wife who had been ripped from him untimely along with his son. As the tears began to roll down his cheeks he headed to his room in the back of the house, where he locked himself for the rest of the night.