Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Family ties ❯ Chapter 13 plus A/N ( Chapter 13 )

A/N: Hello, I've gone through alot here recently, my final year in school was hectic and I wasn't able to update anything and when my year was winding down I lost three people. It may sound wrong to take my best friends death harder then my brother-in-laws. It's been a few months since Trae's death and I've learned to get on with my life. I've began reading fanfictions again and I've had a bit of a nudge to write more. So to all my readers who are still with me, thank you for your patience, I'll try my hardest to get another chapter out as quickly as I can. 

DISCLAIMER: I do not own InuYasha or YYH. I only own the plot of this story

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(Youko think)

#Kurama think#

/Hiei think/

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“Why are we moving to the study?” Yuusuke asked keeping pace with the others as they made their way to the study.

“I don't understand the markings here. I'm sure Sesshomaru has a book on translating we can use.” Kagome pushed the study doors open and marched to the large oak desk setting down the items with their respective notes. “InuYasha, didn't Sesshomaru have a system he sorted all of these books into? Maybe genre then authors last name?”

InuYasha looked at her, thoughtful for a moment before answering. “I honestly don't know. Knowing him he has a crazy filing system that only he understands; our best bet is to just look until we find the book.”

“Damnit. I was afraid of that. Everyone start looking for a very old book, older then the rest, it will have more languages in it.”

The group split up looking on every shelf as Kagome went through the desk trying to find any key to the sorting system.

Hiei walked into the mad house and calmly over to the desk setting down the broken hand mirror between the other two items and whispered to Kagome. “Kagome, love,” Hiei walked silently around the desk and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, her motions instantly stopping. “this troubles you more then it should were it a random act. Is there something you would like to enlighten me on?”

Kagome sighed and turned around in his arms, whispering back. “I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell you this soon. It's….HE's a bit of a sore subject.”

Hiei kissed her forehead softly before looking her in the eyes. “If it was a past lover, I wont be mad, it's called the past for a reason.”

“Very well. But I think everyone should hear this, to fully understand the amount of worry this has caused.”

Hiei nodded, not letting go of her.

Kagome smiled softly at him before calling out to the others. “Hey guys, could you all sit down around the desk for a moment. I think I have something that may be important.”

Quickly enough the desk was surrounded by all the men, very curious as to what she had to say.

“I only told you about part of my past. There are some things that I don't really want to remember. All of these items, were once mine.”

Kagome looked around the room at the various expressions. “The year was 1968, I had become known as Isabella by then, and was moving to California. L.A. to be exact. I had picked out a nice little loft apartment on the older side of town, it was in need of remodeling so I hired a contractor. That's when I met him.

His name was Greg Paris. After spending countless hours working together remodeling my loft we got to know each other very well. He was raised by his grandmother, his only living relative as a child, she had passed away a few years prior to us meeting; and I was just alone. Eventually we began to date and after his lease was up on his one bedroom apartment he moved into my loft with me.

In 1969, about the time that Apollo 10 returned to Earth, he proposed to me. “Kagome felt the tears building up in her eyes. “He said that so long as there was a moon in the sky he would always love me and want to keep me from any pain, that we could be each other's family, make one of our own.

When I said yes he gave me the ring his grandfather had given his grandmother as well as these items you see on the desk.” Kagome waved her hand, gesturing to the small silver box, the silver hand mirror and the matching hair brush. “He said that if anyone could cherish them I could, and it made him happy to see me use them.

The past few months I had been contemplating on telling Greg exactly who I was, WHAT I was; I had finally chosen to tell him, I couldn't marry him with our him knowing that I would never age, we would most likely never have children, and that he would die aged and I would go on with my life as if he had never happened.

On September 10th, 1969 I was on my way home from work. Greg would usually meet me halfway so I wouldn't have to walk alone for very long. I reached our usual meeting spot on time, but he wasn't there. I had figured he had gotten caught up with some blueprints of his latest project and was running late so I kept on about my way home. I had walked a few more blocks and was about to start across the road to reach the final half of my way home when down the street I noticed a large gathering of people.

Being curious I walked over and asked someone what was going on.

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“Some poor kid got ran over.”

Kagome looked into the middle of the gathering and gasped in horror.

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“I ran through the people some tried to hold me back and I just kept screaming that he was my husband…… We had planned on getting married the following week with our friends around us……”

Tears began to streak down her face as Kagome looked at the tarnished objects. “I held him in my arms, he was beyond even my powers to save him….”

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Greg reached up and cupped Kagome's face, looking at her through broken glasses. “Isabella….I'm…*gasp*…sorry…..”

“Please….Don't leave me. Just don't leave me. You're going to be fine. Greg?” Her hand cradled his broken and bloody one against her warm cheek, he smiled at her.

“For…give me….”

His hand went limp and the light faded from his eyes.

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Kagome wiped the tears away from her face as if they burned her flesh. Hiei held her tightly from behind making soothing circles on her back and neck.

“After the funeral, I sold this set to a pawn shop requesting that they be kept together. I couldn't stand to live in the loft any longer. I faked my death again and went about my way.”

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A/N: I'll be leaving the author note chapter up for a little bit, put it at the beginning of this chapter as well incase anyone decided to skip it. Eventually though I will replace that with this chapter to get back in order of the chapters.

I know this is a very short chapter but I'm very tired and I wanted to answer some questions from earlier chapters and raise a few more. The notes will be read in the next chapter or two. I may try and make it more difficult then what it is. Thanks for reading and sticking with me!