InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Velvet Rose ❯ Recollection ( Chapter 2 )

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

Over periods of time, Kagome had some encounters with this mysterious person during the course of her adolescent years, her most important adolescent years.

At the age thirteen, she felt his presence again. It happened one day when she was walking with one of her friends.

“So Kagome, do you want to hang out after school?” her friend asked her.

“Sure. Where to?” Kagome asked.

The girl shrugged, “Maybe to the mall, I heard they had these new crystal charm bracelets down by the jewelry store. They’re so gorgeous.”

“Aren’t those a little expensive?”

“Yeah but I’ve been saving for a whole year, I think I deserve to splurge here and there, don’t you think so?”

Kagome just giggled, “You are so silly. There’s more to money than just spending it on trivial material things you know?”

Her friend snorted, “Calm down, I’m just saying that---” Then she paused when she saw Kagome standing by a pond.

There was a wilted rose that floated gently on the water; it still had its deep red radiance. It had some kind of special allegory behind it.

“Are you okay Kagome?”

“Shh…” Kagome knelt by the pond and reached out to scoop the flower out of the warm water. The flower lay limp across her palms. She stood silent for a moment.

“Aw…” her friend knelt by her.

“Somehow, it still shows that its got a bit of life left in it. I don’t know why…but its still beautiful even after all of that.” Kagome spoke very gently before putting the rose inside of a piece of tissue paper. She quickly put it inside of her knapsack.

Her friend wrinkled her nose, “You’re so weird sometimes.” They both stood up.

“Well, let’s get going.” Kagome said disregarding her last comment that was made to her. While they were both walking, Kagome can hear a voice echoing inside of her head.

‘In my hands…’

‘In my hands…’

‘You shall grow…’

“It’s him again…” Kagome whispered quietly to herself.

“Hmm? What was that?”

Kagome looked up, “Huh? Oh, it’s nothing. Race ya to the mall.” she began to run.

Her friend chased after her, “HEY! NO FAIR!”

Later on, Kagome returned home.

“Mother, I’m back.”

She heard no response, “Mother? Mother?” She saw that her bedroom light is on but it was dimmed.

“Mother?!” she ran into her room to find her lying on the bed with an ice pack on her head. She rushed to her side immediately. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Her mother groaned, “Something really strange happened, I was feeling rather warm and then before I knew it, I ended up on the kitchen floor. I hit my head on the table.”

Her daughter almost cried, “Thank goodness you’re okay. Can I get you anything?”

“Water would be nice.”

“I’ll be right back.” Kagome ran out of the room and into the kitchen. She opened one of the cabinets to get her a glass. Suddenly a violent gust of wind made her quake harshly. The glass slipped out of her hand and shattered onto the linoleum floor. The small glass chips were impossible to pick up.

“Damn it.” she mumbled. She went to grab the broom and the dustpan and cleaned up the mess. Then she jumped, feeling someone holding both of her shoulders gently. A cool breezed whisked by, giving her harsh goose bumps.

“Who’s that? MOTHER?!” she gasped. There was nothing around her.

She sighed.
Around her sixteenth birthday, she received a gift. It was a red and sliver rose charm bracelet. It looked like the one her friend was talking about a couple of years ago.

“Thank you so much. I love it.” both of them hugged.

To Kagome, it symbolized her love and affection that she shared with her. If she were to lose it, she swore she would die. It shined in the sunlight and sparkled near twilight. It was strange that such a simple trinket can have such an affect on her.

“So would you like to have a birthday party?” her mother asked. A small wrinkle appeared around the corner of her mouth when she smiled.

“No. I just want to hang out with my friends and catch a movie, maybe go out to eat afterwards.” Kagome smiled back. She did not feel the need to spend all of her mother’s hard earned money on her for only one day. It was not worth it. The bracelet was enough.

“Oh sweetie, you’re almost an adult. You should have something special to celebrate of you becoming a young woman.” She held her daughter’s hand.

“I know but I don’t want to put you through all of that trouble of planning a party over little old me. Now, if you will excuse me. I have to go get ready because my friend will pick me up in a half an hour.” Kagome stood up and walked upstairs to the bathroom.

After five minutes of primping and dressing, Kagome walked back downstairs with a denim skirt and a nice white tank top. She held a small purse in her hand. She wore little to no make up on her face. Practicing playing dress up with her friends really paid off.

“I’m ready.,” she announced.

Her mother blinked, “Wow…you look great. But, don’t you think it’s a bit too much?” She thought that Kagome was exposing herself just a tad.

Kagome giggled, “I knew you would say something like that. That’s why I’m bringing my denim jacket with me; I know how cold it can get inside of those theaters.” Hopefully, her explanation would calm down some.

When she placed it on herself, her mother walked up to her and straightened her collar, “I know that. It’s just that, you’re growing up so fast. Before I know it, you’ll be graduating high school and moving away to college.”

“Yes, I know. I’m trying really hard to keep my grade point average up so I can be accepted to one of those top schools that you’ve been telling me about.” Kagome informed her. In truth, she had other plans other than going to college. She wanted to travel to other countries and study other cultures.

The doorbell rang. “I’ll get it.” Kagome ran to the door and opened it, “Hi. I was wondering when you’ll get here. Come on, the movies start in ten minutes.”

Her friend looked at her in slight surprise, “Since when are you so anxious to see a horror film. The last time we went to see one of those, your bladder almost dropped.”

Kagome blushed and looked towards her mother, “Don’t mind her…” she shoved her friend gently out the door. “I’ll see you later.”

During the feature, her friend buried her face into Kagome’s shoulders. Kagome just stared at the huge screen fascinated by the sudden gore and violence. The movie displayed a man wearing a deep red hood holding a woman down on the bedroom floor and slitting her across the throat. Blood spurted everywhere, even on her bed.

Before she died, she uttered the words, “I hate you. May you burn in hell.”

The man cackled, “You’re the one to talk.”

“God! The man is such a bastard! Is it over…?” Her friend grunted angrily, her face was still buried in the sleeve of Kagome’s jacket.

“Please, don’t be such a whiner.”

After five more minutes of the movie, the credits rolled. People began to stand up and walk out of the theater. There were some murmurs saying how bad the movie was. However, Kagome enjoyed it. It was annoying how her friend kept clutching onto her arm even after they left.

“Can you relax?”

“That was gross!” her friend pouted angrily. “It was not that big of a deal. I actually liked how the blood splattered onto the woman’s white silk nightgown and--” Kagome smiled before she was interrupted.

“Okay! Okay! That’s enough. Geez! Do you have a blood fetish of some kind? You’re starting to scare me.” she gave her an accusing glare.

“Hee…hee…” Kagome gave her a nervous smile along with a titter to match. “Wanna go out for a pizza?”

Her friend shook her head rapidly, “No thank you. After what I just saw…noooo…”

“Aw, don’t tell me your stomach is that weak.” Kagome placed her hands on her hips while looking at her fidgety friend. “Let’s go home then. Are you sure you’re going to be okay? You look a little pale. I promise, I will not take you to see another horror film again.”

Her friend just shook her head and held her chest, she felt Kagome’s arm holding hers to help her keep standing, “It’s not that. It’s something else. It’s like someone or something hit me against the temple of my head and now I feel a little dizzy.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you home. Just lie down and get some rest. I’m sure everything will be fine in the morning. Did the feeling just occurred?”

She shook her head, “No, it started yesterday morning. When I woke up, I felt this terrible pain in my neck. It stung really badly. I did not pay it any mind though. Then later on in the day, I started to shake. I was so dizzy that I was about to faint. That’s when my mother took me too the hospital. The doctor told me it was dehydration but I did not take his word for it.”

Kagome looked at her very worriedly, “Well…do you feel any better now?”

“I’m a lot better than I was yesterday but still…” her friend faintly sighed. As soon as they both reached her home, the girl’s mother carefully carried her inside of the house.

“Please, let me know if she feels any better.” Kagome spoke softly before she walked down the streets with her head hanging low. She felt so guilty for some reason. What a way for someone’s birthday night to end. All she wanted to do now is go to sleep. Somehow, when she slept she felt more a peace with herself. However, a strange dream kept reoccurring. Most of them would be recollections of her being an infant. She remembered a mysterious male looking down upon her tiny innocent being with curious yet intimidating eyes. He would pick her up and hold her closely. He inhaled her fresh scent of the warm lavender baby oil. She felt that nothing in the world could ever hurt her. As she grew, she began to miss that feeling. Of course, her mother was there to help her the best way she knew how but there was something missing. Was it really a dream?

It all seemed vague to her now.

As she slept, a familiar touch brushed against her face. She immediately shot up. When she saw what was looming over her, she froze.

“Who in the hell are you?!”

The figure stood tall. His stance was unwavering, “I am Lord Sesshomaru.” His eyes glowed with such lust.

“Well, what do you want?!” Her breath hitched in her throat. She wanted to run and scream for help but something prevented her from doing so. It was those eyes. They were so defined and yet so cold.

“What I wish to have…is you.” he lifted his finger and pointed to her.