InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Silver Souled One ❯ Memories of Song ( Chapter 6 )

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

A/N: Hello everyone, yes I'm back! I am sooooooooo sorry it took so long, but I broke a bone in
my right arm, and I can just now start to use it. It was a bummer , that's for sure, but at least I can
type now, so without further ado, I give you the 6th chapter! Disclaimer: Don't own squat. Oh
yeah, and the song is ‘Lose Control' by Evanescence ‘The Open Door'.


Memories of Song





Kagome was having a nice dream. Actually, it was more like a memory, but since Kagome was
sure she was sleeping( ‘or dead', her mind whispered, but Kagome shoved that thought away
before it was finished) she would settle with a dream. She didn't really care one way or the other,
all that mattered was that she felt safe, loved, happy and normal, as she sat on her fathers lap on a
rainy night, his deep, timbre voice thrumming behind her reassuringly as he sang to her softly.

Normal. She had stopped being normal three years ago, when she fell down the Bone Eaters
well. Though, she hadn't really ever been perfectly normal, had she? I mean, how normal could
you be when live on an ancient shrine, shrouded with tales of old, and legends of the supernatural
and the mystical? Not very normal at all, I'm afraid the answer is.

Kagome was sure that hundreds, thousands, heck, millions of girls out there would wish that
they could be in her shoes. Who wouldn't? Being surrounded by deadly, yet beautiful, demons,
fighting evil, having a wolf demon prince head over heels in love with you, being a heroine with
great, almighty powers. Just like in a fairytale.

If Kagome could, she would go up to every single one of those girls and pound some sense into
them. Fairytales, right. Having to fight heartless, bloodthirsty demons, having your life in danger
every living moment, having to tend to wounded humans with horrifying wounds, and even more
horrifying stories behind them. Having to comfort devastated mothers who lost their children,
and having to comfort terrified children whose family were slaughtered in front of them. Having
to bury entire villages, women, children, infants, hurrying to bury them before they start to rot
and smell, because the smell would make it all the more real.

Kagome seriously doubted that any of those millions of girls could have kept their sanity seeing
the things she had seen, because at least she had been brought up on war stories and tales of
demons. To be honest, Kagome was surprised that she herself had not gone mad, seeing as her
brother had been impaled and then had her son ripped apart. . .

Kagome really wished she hadn't thought that. She could feel it now, the oncoming rush of
emotions, the suffocating sadness and sense of loss building up inside her heart, threatening to
rip it apart, sending her body into convulsing dry sobs of pain and terror, because there was no
way to get rid of the overwhelming emotions, no way to cry out the feelings.

Seeing as her heart was preoccupied, and the build up of emotions were starting to take a toll on
her body, her mind gained some sense of control, and forced her back to the dream/memory/
filled with love, safety, and normality.

Kagome's sobs of sadness turned into sobs of relief, as her heart was suddenly released from the
crushing grip of her emotions. She felt herself tugged gently into the comfort of her
dream/memory/ so she let herself go, and allowed herself to succumb to the dream, and her
father's melodic voice.

You don't remember my name
I don't really care
Can we play the game your way?
Can I really lose control?

6 year old Kagome sat quietly on her father's lap, entranced. Her father had a beautiful voice,
deep, strong, yet quiet, and when he sang, there was so much emotion behind each word, and it
captivated whoever heard him sing.

Just once in my life
I think it'd be nice
Just to lose control-just once
With all the pretty flowers in the dust

Her father always said that she had his voice, and that she was his little siren. Kagome had the
same love of singing as her father, and the whenever it was sunny and warm, they would go out
together to a place in the woods only they knew of, and they would take a picnic basket full of
food baked by Mrs. Higurashi, and sing songs together all the way there and all the way back.

Mary had a lamb
his eyes as black as coals
if we could play very quiet, my lamb
Mary never has to know

And on cold, rainy days, like today, they would sit together on her fathers black leather armchair
in front of the fireplace, and her father would sing to her, or sometimes she would sing to her
father, as the rain pounded on the roof, and her mother baked cookies in the kitchen. The songs
her father sang to her were always powerful and dark, some written by him, some by various
other singers. The one he sang to her now was the one she liked the best. Lose Control, by her
favourite singer Amy Lee(Evanescence). When Kagome grew up, she wanted to be just like
Amy. Sometimes Kagome wrote her own songs, and she always sang them to her father, just like
when her father wrote a new song, and he would sing it to her.

Just once in my life
I think it'd be nice
just to lose control-just once
if I cut you down into a thing I can use
I fear there will be nothing good left of you

Her father finished the song, and they sat quietly, just listening to the rain hitting the window,
the fire crackling, and the steps of her mother upstairs, probably tucking in her 1 year old brother
Souta. Her father sighed, and she felt him shift, bringing his arm around her small shoulders.
"Little siren." he said, his voice gentle and quiet, just like it always was. She smiled at his
nickname for her. "Yes daddy?" His large hand started stroking her hair. "Promise me that you'll
never stop singing." She twisted on his lap, peering up at him. His light brown eyes, so much like
her own, sparkled softly from the light of the fire as he gazed down at her. "Okay daddy, I
promise," she whispered, before settling herself more comfortably on his lap. After a few more
minutes of content silence, she spoke up. "Daddy?" Her father's hand stopped it's stroking, and
rested on top of her head. "Yes little siren?" He said gently. "Can we sing another song?" Her
father chuckled softly. "What would you like to sing?" She smiled brightly at him. "Can we sing
Lose Control again, together?" Her father nodded. "Of course little siren." Her smile brightened,
and she and her father sang as the rain outside pounded, and the fire crackled and snapped.

Kagome swallowed back tears, as she finally started to awaken. Even though it had been 11
years since her father went away, it still hurt to think of him and his songs. She had been 7 when
he had left to work at the recording studio, and never came back. The police had searched for
days, but no body was found, and after 9 months, they gave up the search. Her family had moved
on after a while, but Kagome never accepted the fact that her daddy, who she loved more then
anyone else, was dead. She had kept her promise, though, and never gave up singing. She didn't
think she could, anyway, even if she wanted to. Singing had been her release from the world,
when she felt the pain was to much to handle. Though, ever since she had started her travels in
the Sengoku Jidai, she couldn't seem to find the time and energy to sing, what with all the
schoolwork to catch up on, demons to fight and shards to find.

Kagome was hit with the sudden need to sing. So fierce was the urge, that she rushed to the
surface of consciousness, pushing away sleep, so that she could wake up and start to sing away
the pain.

But, as she came closer to the surface, she became aware of voices, one a boy, definitely young,
which struck cords of recognition in her heart, the other also male, but deeper and more mature,
which she was sure she'd never heard before, but seemed to send her heart beating faster. Still, it
was the boy's voice that sent her lurching up, eyes wide. Disbelievingly, she stared at the red-
haired kit that was the spitting image of her Shippo, sitting on the edge of the bed.

The Shippo clone grinned at her. "Hi momma! You're awake! You can't believe it's me, can
you! Well, it is, it's me, Shippo! Sorahiko saved me and you, and he healed me all up, and he's a
nice demon, he didn't even try to st-"

Shippo was cut off, when Kagome flung herself at him, letting out a shriek of joy, and then
proceeded to burst out in tears, squeezing the life out of Shippo. She couldn't believe it, her son,
her Shippo was alright! He was here, in the flesh! "Oh kami-sama, my baby, your okay, you're
really okay!" she choked out between sobs. "I thought you were dead." She cried even harder,
clutching him to her chest, trying to reassure herself that he was here, it was really him.

Shippo gasped in pain, his wounds threatening to open up. "Ouch, momma, my back!"

Kagome released her tight hold on Shippo, sniffling and wiping away her tears. "Oh baby, I'm
sorry. Did I hurt you badly? Are you okay? Will you be alright?"

"It's okay momma," Shippo said, rolling his eyes. "It didn't hurt that much, Sorahiko did a
really good job of healing it, It's almost all gone already!"

Kagome blinked. "Sorahiko? Who's that?" She looked around, vaguely noticing that it was late
morning. Her eyes settled on a demon, dressed in a tight silver vest, silver hakama's, and silver
boot's. Her eyes took in his lean, toned frame, and his cute, defined face, with the prettiest silver
eyes, and his spiky, tousled silver hair. Kagome gasped, recognizing him as the one she saw
before she fell asleep at the pond in the forest, the one with the silver aura. "Oh, um, are you the
one that helped us?"

Sorahiko nodded. "Yeah, I found you and Shippo in the forest, and brought you back to my
home. . . again," He added, glaring slightly at Kagome, who blushed.

She cleared her throat. "Yeah, well, sorry about that, and thank-you very much for saving my
son." She bowed her head at him , then blinked, noticing that she was in a black, flowy
nightgown. ‘Oh man, please tell me a maid change me. Though I guess I can't get mad at him if
he did change my clothes, seeing as he did save our lives.' She looked back at the cute demon.
"Ummm. . . what did you say that your name was again?"

Sorahiko smile at Kagome, relishing in the blush that spread across her cheeks. "I am Yamato
Sorahiko, the Silver Assassin, and I already know your name, Higurashi Kagome," He said,
rolling her name off his tongue, causing Kagome's blush to spread.

Shippo bounced onto Kagome's lap, bringing her attention to him. "And guess what momma!
He's a silver demon!"

Kagome raised her eyebrow at Shippo. ‘No, really? I never would have guessed.' She patted
Shippo's head, looking back at Sorahiko confused. "Sorry, but I've never heard of a silver demon
before."

Sorahiko grinned, explaining. "Well you see, I come from the only family of demons that are
not part animal. We actually have our own metal, or rock, inside our body. Like me, for example.
My blood is silver. We can control and make our rock element, creating it into any weapon. My
sister Mitsuki, is a gold demon, and she can control anything that's gold, or has gold in it, like I
can. Here, let me demonstrate.' He held out his hands, cupping them together. He concentrated,
and silver liquid started to rush out of his hands, pooling into his palms. Once his hands were
filled to the brim with the shining liquid, the silver started to rise, and molded together. In less
then 5 seconds, a perfectly formed lily was resting in his hands. He smiled at Kagome's and
Shippo's look of surprise. He held out the lily to Kagome. "Here, this is for you," he said softly
as he placed it gently on her hands.

Kagome blushed again, but didn't notice as she was so wrapped up in examining the delicate
flower. It was light, and the petals were long and gently curved, the stem thin yet strong. "Thank
you," she whispered, as her hands traced over the flower.

Shippo bounced excitedly on her lap, trying to peer over her hands. "Can I see?"

Kagome carefully handed the flower to Shippo, with a warning to be gentle. She smiled at
Shippo's look of awe. Her smile brightened as she looked at Sorahiko, causing his heart to skip a
beat. "So your sister Mitsuki can do the same thing?"

Sorahiko nodded his head. "Actually, she's way better at making flowers, jewelry and that sorta
thing then me. My specialty is making weapons," he announced proudly, patting his longsword
lovingly, which he had placed by the side of the bed. Kagome giggled, making Sorahiko blush.
He scratched his cheek, embarrassed. "Oh, and while were on the subject of my sister, she'll be
coming home from her journey, and she should be here around mid-afternoon. I hope you don't
mind, Kagome."

Kagome shook her head. "Of course I don't mind, and it's your home, so you can do what you
like."

He got up and stretched. "Good, because she'll have to keep you company for a while. I have a
meeting that I have to go to later on."

"A meeting?" Kagome asked, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice.
‘Disappointment? Just because he'll be gone for a few hours? Jeez, girl get yourself back
together, I mean, ya, he's cute, but you've known him for like an hour.'

Kagome sighed, forcing back her feelings, tucking them away so she could examine them later.
‘Besides,' she told herself, ‘it's nothing but a simple attraction. It will pass in time.'

‘Right?'


WITH SANGO AND MIROKU

Sango grumbled to herself, clenching her fists as she strode through the underbrush, angrily
smacking away the tree branches. ‘This all the monk's fault,' she decided, sending a furious glare
at Miroku, who flinched and fell even farther behind her. ‘Kagome and Shippo could have been
safely at Kaede-baasan's hut by now. But nooo, we had to wait ‘till morning. Now it's almost 2
days later and we still haven't found a trace of them. I'm beginning to wonder if we ever will. . .'
This thought made Sango slow down. ‘What if. . what if we never get to see them again?'

So lost was she in her thoughts, that it took Miroku a couple times of calling her name before
she heard him.

"Sango!"

Sango jerked, and turned, sending another glare at Miroku, but it faded away when she saw
Miroku's pale face. "What is it? Is there a demon?" She quickly checked her surroundings, hand
instinctively going to her Hirakaitsu.

Miroku shivered, his hand gripping his staff so tightly his knuckles turned white. "I'm not sure.
. .maybe, just. . .can you not feel it?"

Sango frowned. "Feel what?"

Beads of sweat started to gather on Miroku's forehead. "The aura. . . it's. . .it's so immense, so
cold, how can you not feel it?"

Sango stared at Miroku, genuinely worried. ‘Aura. . .wha-‘ She froze. "Oh". Now she felt it.
‘Oh.' Miroku was right, how can she not have felt it? It was huge, over-powering, but what sent
the hairs on the back of her neck standing up was that it was so cold. It washed over her like an
icy wave, making her shudder. So cold, so. . .empty. And, it seemed it was heading right toward
them.

Sango got into her battle stance, gripping her weapon tightly. Kirara jumped off her shoulder,
hissing, before transforming into her larger form. Behind her, Sango could sense Miroku getting
ready as well.

Seconds ticked by, and when Miroku and Sango finally started to think they had made a
mistake, he came.

It was sudden, startling Sango and Miroku. He just appeared, sending them almost to their
knees with the shock of his aura. It was like they had just been dropped into the Arctic Ocean.
They gasped for breath, staring in shock at the demon that stood before them.

He was extremely tall, nearing 7 feet, and thin. He wore a long black robe, made of a thick
material, which touched the ground, with long sleeves that billowed out at the end. His face was
hidden by a large hood, the only thing visible were two pitch black locks of hair that fell to his
chest. At the ends there were two silver clasps, the same colour as the rope that wrapped around
his waist.

Although they couldn't see his eyes, Sango and Miroku could feel his gaze sweeping over the
clearing. Whatever he found didn't seem to please him much, as the temperature around the
clearing dropped considerably. He looked back at the three standing in the middle of the clearing,
shivering and struggling for breath. He spoke then, his voice so cold, so soft, so empty, that the
leaves on the trees froze and fell off, and a thin layer of ice covered the ground. Sango and
Miroku hissed and fell to their knees, Kirara transforming back to her smaller form, before
curling up in a ball.

"Where is the miko," he asked softly, his voice echoing in the clearing. Sango felt a pang of
fear, but covered it up quickly. "What do want with Kagome!" Sango yelled, her arms wrapped
around her form, trying to keep whatever warmth she had inside.

The figure, ignoring Sango, seemed to sigh softly, though it sounded like the wind in the trees.
The coldness abruptly left the clearing, as the figure turned away.

"Wait!" Miroku shouted, stumbling to his feet, "Who are you, and what are you going to do
with Kagome!?"

The figure paused. "What I want with the miko is none of your concern. I, however, am Sai,
Son of the Snow."

The figure, now known as Sai, prepared to leave, but was yet again interrupted by a giant
boomerang cutting in front of him.

Hirakaitsu flew around the clearing, and returned to Sango. "Answer us, what do want with
Kagome!" Sango demanded. She tensed as she felt him frown again.

"You are starting to annoy me,' he whispered, turning around to face them again. A snow white
hand appeared from beneath his long sleeves, reaching toward his hood, pulling it back slightly
so they could see the black eyes staring at them coldly. "Shut up and go to sleep." His eyes
flashed once, and Sango, Miroku and Kirara crumpled to the ground asleep.

Sai turned, and with a swirl of snow flurries, he was gone








A/N: YES!!! I'm finally done! My butt and arm hurt like hell, but I'm done! Nothing really
important to say, except please review, so, uhhh. . . Bye?:)