InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Volition ❯ Dear Diary ( Chapter 26 )

~*Volition~*

~~Chapter 26: Dear Diary~~

 

 

~~3 Years Later~~

 

 

Kagome sat in her bedroom, holding a package that had just arrived for her. She bit her bottom lip. `Mama, what did you send me this time?'

 

Every year on her birthday, she'd get a package from her mother. Now, on her twenty-first birthday, the package had just arrived. She ripped it open and took out a card. Her mother, Souta, and Grandpa wished her a happy birthday. She grinned and set the card on her night stand besides her bed. Underneath the card was a book. She frowned, taking it out.

 

No, it wasn't a book. It was a diary. She read her mother's note, stating that the diary was Kagome's old Sengoku Jidai diary. The note said all her adventures were recorded in that journal. She grimaced. Underneath the diary a smaller rectangular shape was wrapped in cloth. She took it off to reveal a frame. `The graduation picture'

 

The framed picture was the one where InuYasha carried her, holding her tightly. Their gazes were on each other. `We look so in love.'

 

She set the picture aside and opened up her diary to a random entry. She skimmed the entry, her gaze landing on a sentence that looked like water had been dried on it.

 

…InuYasha fell in, he fell in to a river of flames. Kami, I thought he died. The explosion was huge, I thought he died! It hurt so much, felt like my heart was ripped out when I saw him fall. Kouga was there also, hurt. But my mind was on InuYasha. I was desperate to know what happened. I thought I had lost him, thought I'd never see his beautiful golden eyes. It hurt so much, I felt like screaming. But when I was about to completely have a meltdown, he came back. He came back to me, stood next to Kouga, arguing as usual. But I didn't care he argued, I didn't do anything, but run to him. My heart did this flip thing and when I held him, I felt the life return to me. I was so happy he was unharmed. So happy, I almost wanted to kiss him. I would have died if he was dead.

 

Kagome closed the diary. She breathed in deeply, holding back tears. `Why would you do this to me, Mama?'

 

She glared at her diary, threw it behind her. She took the picture frame, opened up her top drawer of her night table and put it in, slamming it closed. `I'm over InuYasha already. I don't need my mother reminding me of something that I lived.' She frowned and sat in front of her bureau.

 

Three years since she had left Tokyo. Her studies were going well, she was learning things about the fashion industry she never would have thought existed. Ellena and her got along greatly. She loved her job. She loved her housemates also.

 

She got along the best with Victoria. Emma and their fourth housemate, Sharei Mitsuki weren't as close to her as Victoria was. Emma was the short one, bubbly as ever. But as tiny as Emma was, her voice could boom a stadium without a microphone. They had all attended some of Emma's performances. Her voice became deep, but maintained its femininity. Emma knew how to put on a performance.

 

Sharei Mitsuki was taller than Emma, but about two inches shorter than Kagome and Victoria. Sharei on the other hand was also an artist, but a different kind of artist. She drew from her mind, drew cartoons and drew things she saw. Sharei had a photographic memory. She usually held her black hair in a ponytail and when she was drawing, her green eyes would take on a dark shade, almost blackish. She was more reserved than the others, but was good to talk to none the less. She was the oldest one, having taken a year off after her graduation in Kyoto, Japan.

 

Victoria was Kagome's best friend because she was most like Kagome. She was fun, she was interesting and Kagome trusted her the most. They clicked instantly. Emma and Sharei got along together very well also. And when all four of them were in one room, they had the best time together.

 

Kagome walked down the stairs. She stopped when she heard Emma speaking. “Vicky, I found it!”

 

“Found what?” Victoria asked

 

“Took me forever, but I always remembered that I had seen Kagome's face somewhere.” Kagome heard Emma dig through some papers. “Look, that's Kagome.”

 

Victoria gasped. “No way! She's on the front cover of a magazine.”

 

“Of course, not an American magazine.” Emma sighed, feeling a little `dumb' for not remembering that Kagome had lived in Japan her whole life. “I was cracking my head open looking up American magazines. Then when I looked up Japanese magazines, I had to search a while, back almost four years. But I finally found her. She's a model. She's had billboards, front covers, and posters. Our little Kagome was a model, look at her. Oh! And I found this one claiming she was pregnant and was the fiancé of InuYasha Morikami.”

 

“Morikami?”

 

“Yeah, you know, Taishou Inc.? he's one of the three presidents of that company.”

 

“Oh my God, no way!”

 

Kagome swallowed hard as she stepped in to the kitchen, hands resting on her hips, putting on her darkest glare. “You researched me?”

 

Emma gasped and swung around to face her housemate. “I'm sorry, Kagome. I couldn't stop. I knew I had seen you somewhere.”

 

“Kagome, you never told us you were a model!”

 

Kagome made a face, initial anger draining, as she grabbed the papers from the counter. Sharei walked in. “Kagome's a model?”

 

“I never wanted you to know!” Kagome yelled, eyes landing on the one that claimed she was pregnant. She remembered that one.

 

“Is he who you ran away from, Kagome?” Victoria asked.

 

“Why? My sweet Gods, he's hot,” Emma muttered. “I would marry him in a heart beat.”

 

Kagome shook her head. “You don't understand.” She said. All three looked at her with knowing eyes. “Okay, okay, I was a model. It started when I met his---” She pointed at InuYasha's picture besides hers. “---nephew. His name was Kin and he managed several models in Japan. He said I was model material so he took me to Fushigi na Modeling Agency and they contracted me. So these are the photo shoots I had.”

 

“InuYasha Morikami?” Emma demanded.

 

Kagome rolled her eyes. “He was my fiancé. And because he was known and I was his fiancé, they picked on me…saying I was pregnant once. But I wasn't, obviously.” Kagome blushed.

 

“Nice ring.” Sharei said, opening up a bottle of water. “I remember the Tokyo news about Morikami and his fiancé, the model. I didn't know it was you though.”

 

“Really?” Victoria wiggled her eyebrows. Sharei nodded.

 

“Yeah. Morikami was set to marry his fiancé two years ago. Why did you leave him?”

 

Kagome winced. “I-I…He hurt me.”

 

Victoria saw the sadness in Kagome's gaze. “Enough about this! It's the woman's twenty-first birthday!” She stood up, grabbing Kagome's hand. “My love, we're going clubbing for your birthday. Come on!”

 

Kagome looked at Victoria's blue eyes, smiled gratefully. Victoria winked. “Don't worry, Kagome…if you don't want to talk about it, then we'll avoid it.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

“Isn't that what best house-mates are for?”

 

Kagome laughed.

 

 

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“InuYasha!” Rini greeted, wiggling her eyebrows. “Surprise, surprise. What brings you by?”

 

InuYasha blinked, tilting his head and looking at Raidon's mate. “I came here to see Kagome's mother, what are you doing here?” He was confused, since when did Rini visit the Higurashi Shrine?

 

Rini shrugged, tucking strands of her red hair behind her ear. “Souta had a date with my sister. Father couldn't pick her up, so here I am.”

 

“You have a sister?”

 

Rini rolled her eyes, letting InuYasha in to the house. “Duh, InuYasha. And you've known me for how many years already?”

 

“Feh!” InuYasha snorted as he walked in to the kitchen, Rini hot on his trail.

 

“InuYasha, what a pleasant surprise,” Mrs. Higurashi stood up, hugging the hanyou. “Oh, InuYasha, this is Rini---”

 

“We know each other, Mrs. Higurashi,” Rini said, taking her seat again. The woman looked perplexed as she tiled her head to study to two of them.

 

“Really? How?”

 

“She's mated to the wolf's son,” InuYasha said, taking the liberty of pulling out a cup of ramen from the kitchen.

 

“This isn't your house, InuYasha.” Rini said, taking a sip of the tea.

 

He blinked as he realized he had not asked, or had not been asked. “Sorry,” He mumbled, cheeks pinking.

 

Mrs. Higurashi chuckled. “Its okay, InuYasha. Feel free to take as much ramen as you wish, you are always welcome here.”

 

He nodded and proceeded boil the water for the ramen. He watched the water boil, drowning out the sounds of Rini and Mrs. Higurashi talking.

 

Okay, he had to admit the last three years had been hard. Trying to get Kagome out of his mind had ended up pointless. He couldn't. He had drowned himself in work, staying in the office late, going home and sleeping. He hadn't done much, but work for a year and a half before he shook himself of his workaholic state. Now, he took his things normally. From time to time, he visited Mrs. Higurashi and her family to make sure they were okay and if they needed anything. Usually, he assisted the woman in grocery shopping.

 

Raidon and Rini had been married for a year and three months already. She had his mark on the inside of her left wrist. They had all thought it was an unusual place to mark one's mate, but leave it to Raidon to mark Rini on her wrist. And after the wedding, Rini's father asked her to take custody of her then fifteen year old sister. Rini had initially turned down her father, telling him he was perfectly capable of taking care of Annabelle. The man had wanted to get rid of his youngest daughter when Rini married Raidon. Rini knew that her father just wanted to please his new fiancé, a flamboyant woman who hated Rini as much as Annabelle. But in the end, how could Rini reject her younger sister? And now Annabelle was living in Rini and Raidon's house and helping her sister out. She wasn't a bad girl, but she had been through hell and back when their father brought home the woman.

 

Annabelle had just celebrated her sixteenth birthday almost a month ago. She had something called a “Sweet 16”, an American tradition that Annabelle had loved. Rini and Annabelle had planned the event and that is where she had met Souta and the sparks had instantly flown. Annabelle had Rini's same eyes, a natural, bright, and magical teal color. But the girl was not a red-head, she was a brunette with her hair straight. Rini had said that Annabelle had their mother's eyes and their father's hair while Rini had all her features from her mother.

 

After Kagome had left, three weeks later Akina had left to England to study. Kouga had been against it, putting his foot down that his baby girl could not go to another continent to study. Ayame had to convince Kouga and with great reluctance and uneager-ness Kouga had said goodbye to his only daughter. Raidon and Kin had also said goodbye to their sister, but under Kouga's demands, Kiyoshi had taken a plane to England with Akina. He had left Akina there once she was settled and he toured the whole school where she would be attending. Kiyoshi had returned for his `love', Alexandra Sueki who had been in Tokyo with her father for two weeks. He returned just in time, but his efforts were to no avail. Kiyoshi was still trying though, but Alexandra had made it crystal clear that she did not want Kiyoshi. In their last meeting, Alexandra had threatened to scratch Kiyoshi's eyes out if he did not stop being a pain in the ass. It was almost scary, how much the young wind-youkai took command over things so easily. She just had a hard time keeping cool when she has an over eager wolf-youkai asking her to coffee every ten seconds.

 

After much effort, Ruby had accepted Kin again. Kin had just about lost it with Ruby. Kin and Kiyoshi had wondered just why they were having women troubles when their grouchy and possessive brother had no troubles with Rini. But now that Kin was finally getting Ruby to start trusting him, Kiyoshi had to wondered why Alexandra hated him so much. “Get away! My goodness, I've rejected you like a zillion times. Kiyoshi, I. Am. Not. Interested.”

 

`Poor pup.' InuYasha thought as he poured his beloved noodles in to a bowl.

 

“Did you hear, InuYasha?”

 

“Hear what?” He asked as he took a seat across from Rini. She girl shook her head.

 

“Shiori is pregnant again.”

 

“Weally…” InuYasha stated as he ate the noodles.

 

Rini grinned. “Yes…weally. Hiroshi is already a handful for them and now they want another one. I hope this one is as cute as Hiroshi.”

 

Rini was referring to Shippo and Shiori's first son, Hiroshi. The little kitsune-youkai was the spitting image of his father and he was just as much trouble as Shippo had been when he was little. And to that, InuYasha was humored when he watched the kit try to control his son's tricks, illusions, and fox fire.

 

“Annabelle!” Rini yelled, cheeks flushed. InuYasha raised an eyebrow in question. “I have been telling that girl we have to leave for the past hour. That's it. Annabelle!”

 

“I'm coming!” came the response. Mrs. Higurashi smiled.

 

“Have patience, darling, children will be children. Even teenagers.”

 

InuYasha snorted. “Honestly, you'd think she was three.” Rini mumbled.

 

Dashing around the corner of the kitchen and stopping besides her sister, Annabelle grinned. InuYasha looked up at the girl. Annabelle did look much like Rini, just different hair. “Thank you for having me over, Mrs. Higurashi.” Annabelle said, giving a curt bow to the woman.

 

“Anytime, darling.” Mrs. Higurashi said. Souta came running in also, looking at Annabelle.

 

“Next time, I'll kick your ass twice as hard.” Annabelle said, plastering a wicked smile. Souta rolled his eyes.

 

“In your dreams, baby.” He said, looking at her. Rini sighed.

 

“Come on, Anna, I have to get home.” Rini said. She hugged Mrs. Higurashi. “It was a pleasure talking to you Mrs. Higurashi. I'll see you around.”

 

“Bye, Rini.” Mrs. Higurashi said, waving as Rini gently shoved her younger sister out the kitchen and towards the front door.

 

“Bye, InuYasha!” Rini yelled. Annabelle waved at the hanyou, flashing her pearly white teeth at him. InuYasha stared at her. `She's bubblier than her sister.'

 

Souta sighed dreamily as he sunk down on the chair besides InuYasha. “I'm telling you, InuYasha, that girl…she's my soul mate.”

 

“You're sixteen years old, Souta.” Mrs. Higurashi said knowingly, picking up InuYasha's bowl and the remaining tea cups and setting them on the sink.

 

“So? Kagome met InuYasha when she was only fifteen.”

 

“Don't compare yourself to your sister, Souta.” Mrs. Higurashi said, grabbing her purse. “I have to run to the store, I'll be back in a few minutes. Souta, wake up your grandfather in a few minutes, give him his medicine. InuYasha will you be staying for dinner?”

 

“Umm…sure.”

 

Mrs. Higurashi smiled. “Alright then, I'll be back.” Both watched as the woman left.

 

InuYasha stood up and shook his head. “I'll be in Goshinboku. And Souta?” he made a face. “Her sister is married to my nephew, so best be careful. Raidon might already take Annabelle as his pup and that means protection. Just don't get your ass beaten by him, Raidon is just like that damned wolf.”

 

“I'm going to get beaten up by a wolf?”

 

InuYasha rolled his eyes. “Be careful, brat. Rini is Raidon's mate and when she's upset, he'll come after the source of her upset. If Rini is upset becauseyou hurt her sister in anyway, Raidon'll come after you.”

 

Souta gulped as InuYasha retreated. “That's not very encouraging!”

 

InuYasha ran across the shrine grounds before leaping up in to Goshinboku. He sat down and crossed his arms over his chest. It was at times like these he missed his old fire-rat robes. He hadn't worn them in years. He frowned and sighed. How many more days would he have to wait for the wench? Mrs. Higurashi said nothing although sometimes she came close. `Maybe I should start looking…harder. Keh! How many places can one wench be in?'

 

How many indeed? Problem was, he didn't know where to start. His first choice had been different cities of Japan. Then England, maybe Kagome had secretly cooked up an escape plan with Akina. Nothing. His next stop had been America's major cities, including Los Angeles, Boston, Miami, and several others. New York City had been on his list also, but there were so many people involved and so many companies that it had turned out to be confusing.

 

 

“What is that?”

 

“Tetsusaiga.”

 

“Ohhh” Yanisin blinked, tilting her head to the side. She bit the inside of her cheek and watched the hanyou besides her. “It's…Umm…rusty”

 

“Feh! It's powerful” InuYasha corrected, staring at his precious sword. Yanisin crossed her arms over her chest.

 

“How is it powerful?”

 

“Protects your ass don't it?”

 

Yanisin snorted. “My ass is perfectly safe, InuYasha.”

 

“Feh! Well, it has saved your ass many times before!”

 

“Twice.” Yanisin said. “And that was a huge sword…not that.”

 

“It transforms, stupid, it transforms.”

 

“Why?”

 

“So it can protect you.”

 

“I thought you protected me.”

 

“I do, but I'm not going to fucking cut down a huge youkai just with my claws am I? I kick the bastard's ass with Tetsusaiga.”

 

“I thought you were powerful on your own.”

 

“Don't question me, wench.”

 

“Why not?”

 

Holding back his quickly rising irritation, InuYasha rounded his eyes at Yanisin, who shrunk back. “Bitch, shut up.”

 

“Don't throw a tantrum, InuYasha, I was just asking questions. I don't understand some things.”

 

“You don't understand a lot of things,” InuYasha muttered.

 

“What?”

 

“Nothing.”

 

“You know,” Yanisin said wrapped her arms around her raised knees. “Asking helps you understand things better. If you don't ask, how can you know?”

 

InuYasha shrugged.

 

“Come on, InuYasha, lighten up. Why do you hate me?”

 

“I don't hate you.”

 

“Fine, why dislike me?”

 

“I don't.”

 

“You do.”

 

“No…I don't. I like you just fine.”

 

“That's a lie. You get irritated at me so easily.” So stood up, kicking an empty bucket. “As if I've ever done you any wrong.”

 

“Wench---”

 

“Stop insulting me, InuYasha,” She snapped, stomping her foot and crossing her arms over her chest. “I don't like it, baka. Thank you for saving me and for helping me, but I don't like to be insulted. You've insulted me for the last month I've been here and I can't take it anymore. Don't call me a `wench', a `bitch', a `stupid girl' an `idiot' or anything in between. Do you even know my name? You never call me by my name!”

 

“Feh!”

 

“I bet that's why she left you.” Yanisin said, planting her hands on her hips. That caught the hanyou's attention. He turned a formidable glare at the girl who stood her ground. “learn some patience, InuYasha! No woman likes to be insulted every second of the day. If you love someone, call them by their name, don't insult. Your anger is way off the charts, control yourself.”

 

“Wench…”

 

“Don't. Insult. Me.” Yanisin bit out. “Learn my name! I swear, I'm going to shove manners and patience so far down your throat you'll never forget it.”

 

That said, the girl turned and stomped out of the hut. InuYasha had to swallow hard before getting up. `She's right…' a voice in his head rumbled. He stalked after her.

 

“Yanisin, wait!”

 

She turned around to give him a piece of her mind, but then stopped. “You said my name.”

 

“Yeah? What of it?”

 

She sighed and smiled. “Did I get to you so fast?” she teased, eyes beaming. He rolled his eyes.

 

“Don't go far.” He said before turning around. “Don't want you dead, now do we?”

 

He heard her snort.

 

 

And she did shove patience and manners down his throat, nagging him every second of the day. He had to restrain himself from grabbing her and sewing her mouth closed. InuYasha sighed. `Some good that did. Torture with that woman for what? Kagome left me either way.'

 

`I'm pretty sure Yanisin didn't do all that for Kagome. She did it because you were a little tight-assed and ill-mannered. For her own peace.'

 

`Besides Kagome, Yanisin was our best friend for a while. Sango and Miroku were long dead when she came around.'

 

It was true though. Having Yanisin around hadn't been like having Kagome around. Kagome had been his partner, his desire. He had wanted to protect Kagome with everything he was because he grew to love her. Kagome had taught him friendship and trust. She had given him hope, a reason to live…to be with her. She had been the woman he wanted to spend his life with. Yanisin had been almost like a younger sister. She had been someone he had wanted to protect, but with a different emotion. He did not want anything to harm Yanisin, but he did not protect her with the ferocity he had protected Kagome. And Yanisin, like all `little sisters' had nagged him and been a pain in his ass for a while. But she had been his friend and her mind, he wasn't a brother, he was someone she wanted.

 

And she had taught him patience and manners. And she stayed with him until her death that had hurt him also, loosing another best friend. `The world' he thought darkly. `Is an unfair place. She could have lived, married, had children or something…'

 

`It was not her destiny.'

 

`Then what was?'

 

 

“Why do you love me?”

 

Yanisin dropped the bucket she was holding, turning around and staring at InuYasha. “You take care of me every day. How could I not?”

 

 

InuYasha sighed.

 

 

“I found that Kikyou and I share something in common…” Kagome turned to look at him from the well, chocolate eyes shinning with the light from the sun. He gulped, stared at her. “We both share the desire to be with you.”

 

 

InuYasha bit his lip. `Kagome…do you miss me as much as I miss you?' he sighed. `I wonder if Kagome got the package yet.'

 

 

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“God, this place is loud.” Kagome mumbled as she squinted her eyes against the multi-colored flashing lights, making it almost impossible to move around straightly.

 

“Don't be a tight-ass, Kagome,” Emma said, taking Kagome's hand. “There are so many hot guys here, pick one and flirt to your heart's desire.”

 

`Die club!'

 

Kagome blinked. `Die club? What is that?'

 

`I dunno. I think it should though. Woman, get us out of here before you end up drunk.'

 

`I don't get drunk.'

 

`I know, but still. Home! Bed…filled with dreams of---'

`Finish that and I'll shoot myself.'

 

`Uh-huh, sure you will.'

 

“Did you hear me?”

 

“Huh?” Kagome turned around to see Sharei's big green eyes staring at her enthusiastically.

 

“Get a boyfriend,” Sharei said, grinning from ear to ear. The music boomed in Kagome's ears.

 

“Huh?” Kagome yelled.

Sharei pointed to a tall man getting his drink from the bar. From where she was, she could see he had dark hair. `Maybe its just this place.'

 

Victoria dragged Kagome out on to the dance floor. Kagome shook her head and went back to the table. `Happy twenty-first birthday, Kagome. You can officially drink…'

 

She stared at Victoria's half-empty glass of margarita. She grabbed it and drank it, making a face when the alcohol burned a path down her throat. `Ugh! That's disgusting!'

 

`Good job, Kagome. You'll probably get drunk off that.'

 

“Don't like the booze?”

 

Kagome looked up at the tall man she had seen earlier. Kagome shook her head as he sat down. She frowned. `Who invited him?'

 

He leaned back, smiling at her. From up close, she knew he had dark hair and equally dark eyes. `Dear diary, today I met a stalker. I see him once and he stalks me to my table.'

 

`Shut up for once!'

 

`Damn, Kags…you're a little bratty today aren't you?'

 

She looked at him and he leaned forward, extending his right hand. “My name is Vincent Von Villarreal, what's your name gorgeous?”

 

 

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~*Volition~*

 

Kagome mistakenly makes a wish on the jewel after Naraku's death. It forces the well to close and leave her second family behind. Now, InuYasha has waited 500 years to finally see Kagome again, but when he does see her, she is not the 'Kagome' he thought he'd face...

So how does a hanyou convince a miko to love him all over again?

 

 

Volition- the act of making a choice or decision; a desire; a wish.

 

 

 

 

Disclaimer, I do not own InuYasha. All right belong to Rumiko Takahashi.