InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Red Tears ❯ "I understand..." ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Sesshoumaru smirked at Inuyasha, who was still slack jawed, staring at the bottom bunk. “That girl who was on the floor…” Inuyasha was making a failed attempt at a sentence. “What was her name?”

Sesshoumaru shrugged. “Kikyo or something like that. I don’t really care for the likes of her, or I would have bothered to figure out her name.”

Inuyasha snorted. “She seems nice to me.”

Sesshoumaru rolled his eyes. “Every girl seems nice to you. I much rather like Kagome.”

“Ah, Kagome. So, how’s she working out for you? I heard the last room mate you had had to go to the U.S. for treatment.”

Sesshoumaru sighed and rubbed his eyes wearily. “That was not my fault, she was beyond help.”

The door to the room opened slowly, and Kagome peeked into the room. “Are you guys done with your conversation? I don’t much feel like staying in the hall all afternoon, and having lunch with Kikyo was punishment enough, don’t you think?”

Sesshoumaru motioned for her to come in, and she was immediately followed by Kikyo, who was bubbling with questions. Apparently, she hadn’t heard Kagome’s comment. “So, what is there to do around here? Does everyone get boy-girl roommates? What’s this about banning the ‘boy-girl rule’? Who’s that?” With her last question, Kikyo pointed at Inuyasha, and then started back with her questions.

Kagome decided that Kikyo was worse than her little brother, Souta, and just tuned her out. Sesshoumaru was seated on his top bunk, pretending to read, and Inuyasha was sitting in a rather uncomfortable chair across from the beds, his attention riveted to Kikyo as she asked all her questions, and finally, Kagome’s eyes closed. She was awakened minutes later, to the site of Kikyo’s hand in her face, shaking in a rude gesture to wake her up. “Kagome, did you hear a word I’ve just said?”

Sighing, Kagome decided it was best to lie; she didn’t want to hear the long list of questions again. “Yes, Kikyo,” Kagome stated in a monotone voice, earning a small smile from Sesshoumaru, who was still on the top bunk. Kikyo grinned and swept a hand through her hair.

“Of course you haven’t, you silly goose! You’ve been asleep!” Her grin grew larger, and she sat on the floor in front of Kagome’s bed. She leaned close to Kagome, and whispered, “Your roommate is quite attractive. I wouldn’t mind sleeping with him myself, but Kagome, do you have to do it while there are other people in the room?”

Kagome’s eyes widened in bewilderment. “What do you mean?” she asked groggily. Her body yearned to return to sleep, but she had to hear what Kikyo was saying.

“Well, gosh, Kagome. While you were sleeping you were moaning his name over and over again. You would think that would be clue enough…”

Kagome turned bright red, and glared at Kikyo. “I was not! I wasn’t even asleep for that long! Was I?” Her voice filled with uncertainty, and Kikyo and Inuyasha burst out laughing, Kikyo rolling on the floor. “Oh!” Kikyo wailed, and Sesshoumaru and Kagome decided that it was the most unpleasant sound that had met their ears in a long time. “I’m just kidding, Kagome! You don’t have to take it the wrong way or anything!” A new fit of giggles emerged from Kikyo, and Kagome scowled in disgust.

“Isn’t it about time for you to leave, Kikyo?”

Kagome was sitting on her bed, writing a letter to her mother. The pencil she was writing it with kept breaking, and wasn’t very sharp, but until the people here knew they could trust her, they only let her write one letter a week, with a dull pencil, and she still had to be supervised rather closely by a counselor, so that she didn’t break down and cut herself. Come to think of it, she was always supervised rather closely; she just hadn’t been paying much attention to it.

Of course she wouldn’t be able to pay attention to it, when her mind was affixed on her gorgeous roommate all of the time. She finished up the letter, and had to give it to the counselor for him to double check it and make sure there were no hints of ‘suicidal content’ in it. If there was ‘suicidal content’, she would be immediately taken into the ‘isolation stage,’ where the only people that could see her were the counselors. This had happened once before, and she found that she didn’t like it, so she kept her letters simple and to the point.

This time, her letter said:



She knew that the letter didn’t exactly sound like her, maybe more sophisticated, or cold. Perhaps she was getting that from Sesshoumaru. Besides their conversation earlier, and when they had first met, he had hardly said two words to her. But she didn’t know what to say. She thought it was sort of stupid that it was expected of her to write to her mother weekly. What else was there to say that hadn’t already been said? She also got weekly letters from her mother, but they seemed either devoid of emotion, or too full of it. It was practically too much for Kagome to handle.

The counselor, a plump, balding man, in about his mid-fifties, scanned over the page, the tiny spectacles he was wearing sliding down his nose slightly. Nodding his approval, he handed it back to Kagome, and then stuffed another bite of his sandwich in his mouth. He wasn’t a very good supervisor, and Kagome was thankful. She put the short note in an envelope, sealed it, and then gave it back to the counselor. He gave her a half-smile and left the room, pieces of his sandwich falling out and leaving a small trail behind him. ‘Like Hanzel and Grettle, with their trail of bread crumbs to find their way home, only this guy wants to find his way back to my room.’ Kagome almost laughed out loud at this thought, but caught herself.

There was a soft knock at her door, and Sango stood in the door frame, her pale face shining. “I get to leave tomorrow.” She said happily. She was practically beaming.

Kagome threw her a smile. “I’m glad for you. You won’t go back to doing it, will you?”

Sango thought on this for a moment. “I don’t know. I hope I don’t, but I don’t know. Sometimes it’s so hard, you know.” It sounded as if she was going to cry, but her eyes were devoid of emotion, and she was smiling. It was too bad that smile didn’t reach her eyes.

Kagome nodded in understanding. “I know.” Sango walked into the room, and she sat on Kagome’s bed. Kagome sat beside her. Sango opened a small book; it was a notebook, with pictures pasted on the pages, pretty decorations all around them, and what looked like journal entries at the back. “I want you to have this.” She said, handing the book to Kagome.

Kagome looked shocked. “It’s a way to remember me by, in case we don’t ever see each other again. We go to different schools, and-“

She was interrupted by Kagome flinging her arms around her neck. “Oh, Sango! You’re the only person that’s ever treated me like an actual human being! You’re the best friend ever! I’d never forget you!” Then, in a whisper, she added. “I hope we will see each other again. I wouldn’t be able to bear it if we lost contact. We understand each other so well…” She was close to tears.

Sango hugged her back tightly, close to tears herself. “I know.”

Later, when Sango had left Kagome’s room, Kagome sat on her bed, staring at the book Sango had presented her with. In it, there were pictures of Sango and Miroku, a couple with Kagome in them, but since she hadn’t been here as long as Sango and Miroku, she wasn’t in as many as they were in. A couple had Sesshoumaru in them too, but he didn’t look too happy. Kagome guessed that he wasn’t a picture person. She traced the outline of Sango’s face in one of the pictures with a finger, a tear finally slipping out of her tight rein on her emotions, and down her cheek. She jumped when a deep voice from above forced her out of her reverie.

“You never answered my question, you know.” Sesshoumaru said.

Kagome looked panickedly at the door. She knew she couldn’t run forever, but she didn’t want to answer this question. It was too complicated. He would never understand her reasons! She fiddled with the pages of the journal/photo album for a while, turning them and pretending to read as she thought of an excuse to give to him, before retreating. Again, his voice interrupted her thoughts. “I cannot promise that I will understand your reason, but please, tell me?”

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Kagome opened her mouth. “It all started when some guys egged my car. At first, it was a joke, I laughed, they laughed, and we got over it. But then it started happening constantly. They toilet-papered my house, drew all over the garage with chocolate syrup, threw eggs at the windows, then they had the nerve to run around the house screaming and banging on the walls with sticks. They practically scared my family to death, almost gave my mom a heart attack. There wasn’t a lot of damage, they didn’t break anything, but my brother and I had a lot of cleaning to do. You know how hard it is to clean up chocolate syrup?” She let out a deep, un-amused laugh, and then started again. “It doesn’t seem like much, but it was the final straw for me. What they did…It hurt so much…” Her words trailed off, and she suddenly realized that she was crying, her face was completely wet, like she had been crying the whole time. And she realized another thing. This was the first time she had ever shared this with anyone.

Sesshoumaru felt a little awkward. He didn’t know what to do to comfort her. He should have never prodded her, never have asked that question, but in a way, he understood her reasons for her actions. She felt as if no one cared about her. He knew what it was like to be shunned in school. It wasn’t that pleasant of a feeling. Kagome’s sobs turned louder, almost into wails, and Sesshoumaru could feel the bed shaking slightly from her quaking form, as she finally let her emotions spill forth.

Quietly, he said, “I know how you feel. I understand why, Kagome. But those people…they don’t really matter that much, do they?” Kagome’s sobs were quieting now, were almost gone, but still, tears spilt freely down her cheeks.

A choked; nearly in-audible “No.” was his answer. Then again, this time louder, slightly more confidant, “No. No, Sesshoumaru, they aren’t that important. Thank you.” Again, she was silent, flipping the pages of the book Sango had given her, and finally, Sesshoumaru let his shoulders relax a little, as he drifted into sleep, leaning against the wall with his hands on his knees.





And so the plot thickens…


HAHAHAHA!! SUCCESS!!! I have finally made a chapter that is somewhat longer than the others! YAY ME!!! More updates will be coming soon, now I’m so into the story!