InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Shigo ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 2 )

Shigo

Chapter 1

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Shooting upright in bed, the young girl of about ten, looked wildly around the room, sweat drenching her body. Finally her eyes came to rest upon her clock; it was 6:29. Slowly moving to lay back down, the clock turned to 6:30.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Groaning in frustration, Kagome slowly crawled out of her warm bed, slamming the infernal alarm clock into the opposite wall.

Last night she had not slept well. The remnants of the previous night's nightmare still plaguing her mind and senses. The scent of fresh blood, her blood, still clung stubbornly to the inner lining of her nose, the taste of bile tickled the back of her throat, and the deafening sound of screeching brakes as they drew nearer still rang loudly in her ears. The image of the oncoming car, still fresh, she could tell you the model, make, year, and color of the car that hit her in her dream.

Closing her eyes Kagome willed the rising nausea away. Slowly she trudged to the bathroom, where she turned on the shower. As the water heated and steam filled the room, she grabbed her black and silver toothbrush, applying a small amount of toothpaste and began scrubbing the night's plaque build-up away. After she was finished she rinsed her mouth free of the mint flavored toothpaste, and stripped, stepping into the hot water. Closing her eyes, she began to relax.

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As her prone form lay before the now stopped vehicle, a crowd of on lookers formed and faint shouts, to call an ambulance rang out in the eerily quiet block.

Tentatively the driver of the vehicle opened his door and stepped out. Making his way around to the front of his truck, he fell to his knees at the sight before him. The young girl he had hit lay in an ever-growing pool of her own blood. One of her arms was tilted at an odd angle as the glistening white point of her splintered bone poked shyly out of the confines of her pale skin, he neck was also held at an odd angle making it obvious that her neck was broken. Crawling on hands and knees over the debris of the mangled truck and girl, through the blood, he looked into his daughter's glazed-over, lifeless, chocolate brown orbs.

Breaking down into a heaving mass of sobs, the man hugged his only daughter's corpse to his chest and uttered a soul-shattering cry of pure rage and anguish, dimly registering the paramedics who were pushing their way through the crowd towards his daughter. Clutching his daughter protectively to his chest, he continued to sob, until he finally passed out from the immense pain dealt to his soul.

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Snapping her eyes open, she shook her head vehemently, trying to rid herself of the grotesque images that plagued her mind, each time she closed her eyes.