Just Forget The World by Angel Cage

Just Forget The World

Just Forget The World

She stared at the white board in front of her on the wall; the times, appointments, and classes were all scribbled on rapidly with black marker. Chin in her hand, she gazed despairingly at the words and numbers. Busy day, busy week, busy life was all her eyes saw. No time for fun, no time for rest, no time for anything but what was written on that board.

College, work, family, and therapy were the only things in her life nowadays.

And therapy, she thought, is the worst one of them all.

She didn't mind working at the restaurant - tiring though it was - and she didn't mind college. Parking was hell, classes were long, some teachers were stupid, but she got by just fine. Family was trouble now and then, but it had its good points. It had many good points.

Therapy wasn't fun because it wasn't necessarily therapy. She couldn't say everything she wanted and couldn't tell the tale of her life like she wanted to. It was censored, it had blanks, and it wasn't completely truthful. If she did spill the beans, she would probably be locked away.

It was never her life goal to get into an insane asylum and at the age of twenty-four she still had yet to fully live her life. Or so her mother said. After what she had been through, she could say that she lived life nearly to its fullest point.

Standing with a sigh, she walked clumsily over to her dresser. Her legs ached, her blood wouldn't cool, and she had the inescapable urge to run like the wind. To what, from what, she didn't know but she just had to run.

Maybe it was because she used to walk and run all the time, before this life of hers fully set in place. Maybe it was because her muscles wanted to keep themselves fit, ready for a battle that was never going to come, ready for a miracle that would never happen.

Her body would always betray her, but she would never believe what it did.

I can't go back, her mind whispered. I'm stuck here. I'm frozen when everything is moving. I can't go back and I can't go forward. I'm stuck, I'm frozen...and I'm lost.

Was it this attitude that made her suffer, she wondered? Was this what her mom and her shrink had meant? Looking back on the past, trying to grab a hold of something she could never have back? Unwilling to move forward but willing to move backward?

She shook her head as she reached into her drawers, digging through jeans and shorts until she found a pair of black sweatpants. Brushing raven tresses from her eyes she threw the pants on her bed, going over to the closet to begin to hunt for a hoodie. Once she found her hoodie she threw that on her bed as well.

The hoodie was royal blue and had the words 'Tokyo University' written across the chest in white. The neck was slightly ripped and there was a hole near the hem on the front but she didn't care. It was at least midnight; no one would be at the park and no one would see her.

The walls in her room were bare and white; her furniture was mismatched - dark and light wooded - and the only source of color in the room was the comforter on her bed, which happened to be eggplant. When her closet was open or when her bathroom door was open - which it usually was - it seemed a little more lively, like someone actually lived there.

The tile in the bathroom was baby blue and her clothes had always been colorful - at least that hadn't changed. The living room was yellow with matching furniture; her kitchen was the same color and had food and appliances and everything.

She didn't have any pets, not even a fish. She did have a plant, though, which she had simply named Ruffles because its leafs had many ridges. Ruffles had ridges, simple as that. She had remembered that from a chip commercial once. Her mother had said it constantly and at random moments thereon after. It just happened to stick.

Her shrink had asked once why she kept her room the way it was. A person's room was like the heart of their home. It displayed everything the person was into or liked and loved. It was hidden away where no one else ever saw it if you didn't want them to, it was your paradise.

For her the bedroom was a cage; it was quiet and lonely and made her draw inward on herself when she couldn't sleep - which was often. It made her focus on herself and that was the last thing she wanted. She had problems and she understood that. It didn't mean she wanted to face them in the dead of the night by herself.

That was probably the problem to why she couldn't let go of the past; she couldn't do it by herself and yet there was no one who could help her let go.

Slipping on the clothes she had tossed on her bed, she put her hair up in a sloppy bun on the crown of her head. It bounced when she moved and it probably looked goofy, but it didn't matter. No one would see her.

She walked out of her apartment - which she had gotten after the first year of college - and locked the door before putting her keys in her pocket. As she walked down the narrow hallway she checked and made sure that room 518 was locked and secure.

An old woman lived there; sweet and little Mrs. Claude was within those walls. Seventy-three and still living on her own, with an attitude to boot. The older woman had always made her laugh when she was down. When she went to stay with her family Mrs. Claude took care of Ruffles. It was the least she could do to make sure the old lady was safe and sound in her home.

She went down the stairs - even though she lived on the fifth floor - to loosen up her muscles. Once she got outside she began jogging toward the park which was about three blocks away. She was often found there at night, too afraid to stay locked up in her room when shadows still chased her.

Her keys bounced in her pocket and jingled as she ran, but she didn't mind. No one was outside, at least not near her. Down a few more blocks she could see some late night shoppers at the grocery store and a few cars at a twenty-four hour coffee shop. They wouldn't see her or notice her, so no worries.

Turning and crossing the silent street, she made her way to the park. She would sit there under her favorite maple tree for a few hours, stare at the moon, and then she would go home again and start her busy day. Simple and sweet. A normal life and a normal routine. She would've liked to watch the stars but, there were never any stars in Tokyo. At least, she had never really seen any this deep into the city.

Letting out a breath when she reached the cool soft grass, she slowed to a walk. Her legs felt better and her blood was cooling. Her head was clearing and already she felt much better than she had all month. Here she could and would forget the world, just for a few hours of peace and memories.

The park reminded her of her past, for obvious reasons, and though the air wasn't really the same it still felt better than any other place she had found over the last nine years. The shrine held too many emotions, too much pain. It still gave her the sense that if she waited long enough, her red clad hero would come. He wouldn't and couldn't, so she didn't stay there.

Her tennis shoes brushed the grass and she could hear crickets coming to life all around her. A sound she loved and recognized, a sound that calmed her when everything in this city seemed to destroy her. The moon was bright tonight and the air was cool. It felt good to be back near nature, even if it was only a little man-made park.

But tonight something was different. This place felt more at home than it usually did, and she couldn't place the reason why. There were crickets, trees, grass, darkness, and cool air. The occasional honking of a horn or an alarm; it was all there.

Wide blue eyes searched the enveloping night, hunting for the source of this change. She could feel something, something so old and buried that she couldn't quite believe it was real. A tingling on her skin, cold and hot, that raced along her spine and brought tears to her eyes.

It couldn't be, but it had to be.

"Demon," she whispered into the breeze. She thought it would be lost to the world the moment it left her lips, but it wasn't. It brought movement from her left, under the tree she sat under every night.

This feeling of familiarity brought both fear and comfort to her heart. There was a demon, and there was a demon. There was danger but there was a sense of calmness. Something hostile was here but it was a familiar feeling. It was a feeling she used to get all the time back in the Feudal Era. She never seemed to be the first to get it but sometimes she did. She had to beat the monk and demon hunter first, though.

Not only did she recognize the feeling but the aura, which scared and excited her further. Blue eyes stared at the long shadowed form beneath her tree, both dreading and hoping that what she felt was real and right.

She took a step, then another, and when she was about a meter away from the demon she stopped. It made no move to hurt her. It didn't move at all. And now she could see him for what he truly was. Or rather...who.

He was in the remains of a suit. His shoes were shiny and polished, his pants were black and slightly wrinkled and so was his white dress shirt. His tie was undone and hung loosely around his neck. His jacket was bunched into a pillow beneath his head. His arms were under his head as well as he lay there watching the stars.

Tears ran down her cheeks, unheeded, as she watched him. He didn't look at her, but she knew he knew she was there.

Pale skin, long luscious silver hair, magenta stripes, blue crescent moon, and eyes. Eyes that were so much like her old love's and yet so different. She remembered those eyes better than any other part of him, because that was the part of him that had always fascinated her the most.

Liquid gold and sunlight, cold and warm. Deadly and caring. This was him, no doubt, and this was her. This was her and him together, suddenly meeting when she thought they could and would never meet.

She thought he had died, faded away with the rest of her memories. Oh, how she was so wrong.

"You are late," came his icy remark, so sudden and loud in the blooming silence of her mind that it made her jump. She hadn't noticed that she had fallen to her knees and that she was now only a foot away from his laying form. When had she moved? Her body had betrayed her again?

"Late?" She croaked weakly in question.

"Late," he clipped gently. He still did not look at her and she found herself aching to touch him. But this was still a demon, an old enemy, and he could still probably lop her head off without so much as a second thought. She would bet on it, she knew he could.

"You're here," she whispered. Her hands shook as they gripped the glass, watching as he closed his eyes and sighed silently.

"Yes, I am."

"Under my tree," she murmured in sudden confusion.

"Yes, under your tree."

She rose her eyebrow, a piece of her old self coming back without her realizing it. "What the heck are you doing here under my tree?!" Her voice was sharp in the quiet, but she didn't notice.

A smirk bloomed on his face. "Waiting."

"Waiting for...?" She waited with bated breath, watching as his beautiful eyes opened. His head turned, so slowly, before his sun kissed eyes locked with her own watery blue ones.

"You."

"W-Why," she whimpered, "are you w-waiting for me?"

His gaze never wavered, his features in all seriousness. "Because you are here and so am I." She was crying harder now, but she didn't care, couldn't. This was him, he was here, and so was she. He wasn't some dream. He couldn't be. Why the heck would she dream about him?

"So..."

"So," he mimicked, the smirk back. His voice was still smooth and deep, still deadly and so familiar it hurt. In his eyes he seemed just as eager as she did, but for what she didn't think either of them knew.

"You're here..."

"I am."

"...and you're real? I'm not going crazy," she breathed. She watched in awe as he shifted, lifting himself up in the moonlight to lean back against her tree, jacket forgotten. He didn't move as she scooted slightly closer, careful not to touch.

"I am. And so are you."

His bright eyes traveled down to watch her hand as she raised it, cautiously letting the appendage draw closer to him. Her eyes were wide - though clouded by tears all the same - and she was tense with the possibility that he could very well slice her hand off for trying to touch his person.

He just watched and she could feel his heartbeat as she laid her hand on his chest.

"You are real," she sobbed quietly.

He didn't reply, just looked at her through half lowered eyelids. He looked sleepy, like her touch smoothed him or sucked all the strength from this powerful man - demon. He let her touch him and she couldn't believe it.

A lock of silk like hair fell against her hand from behind his ear. Slowly, hesitantly, she reached up and tucked the tress behind his ear again.

He didn't move, he didn't speak. Her lips formed a name she hadn't said in nine years, a name she hadn't been able to utter in nine years. It felt so forbidden, but her body betrayed her again. Maybe it didn't, maybe her body was following her mind's orders, because she felt something release inside of her.

"Sesshoumaru..."

Something glinted in his eyes. He hesitated too before saying gently, "Kagome."

"Sesshoumaru!" She was crying hard now, sobbing as her hands fisted in his white shirt. She chanted his name, over and over and over again until she couldn't breath. He had one arm wrapped around her, a gentle brand of steel, and she felt suddenly overjoyed and scared.

His left arm was back. It held her, but she could tell he was reluctant to do anything more. He had changed slightly. His face was the same, but something in his eyes was different. They were softer but also wiser, and Kagome suddenly realized that this wasn't just nine years for him.

It was a little over five hundred.

Then why the hell, Kagome's mind raved, isn't he the one who's crying?!

Kagome nearly took that back the moment she thought it. Sesshoumaru crying would be the end of her, if him just being here with her wasn't already. His arm was warm, alive, and Kagome gasped happily as she laughed and cried against him.

An enemy. A demon. But he was so much more than that. He was part of her past, he was memories. He had pieces of her too, just like she did him. They knew Inuyasha, they knew Miroku, they knew Sango, they knew Shippo, and Kirara. They knew the village and Kaeda and Naraku. They knew the story where others didn't.

They were the last ones.

Sesshoumaru was a piece of her past, but now he was something else entirely. He was her present and, maybe, even her future. He had survived all these years and so had she, but not nearly so many. They had so many things to talk about, so many things unsaid.

"Maybe," Kagome whispered. "Just maybe, once we find the rest of our past, we can find our future." She felt more than heard him grunt, in agreement or something else she didn't know. Kagome smiled, a smile she felt fill the hole she had formed when she had been unable to travel back to Inuyasha through the well.

He pulled away from her suddenly, leaning his weight against the tree as he stood. He grimaced, but Kagome didn't say anything about it. Looking down at her kneeling, teary eyed form he extended his hand. His face was blank, cold, but his eyes were warm with communication.

"Come," he said. "You and I have many things to...discuss." He watched her as she hesitated again, wiping the tears from her face as she laid her hand in his. His skin was smooth and warm, though his grip was firm it didn't hurt as he easily lifted her to her feet.

He grunted, suddenly leaning on her. Kagome stilled, so tense she feared her muscles would snap. He let out a breath and stood straight, though slowly. Kagome smiled shyly, feeling out of place but so much more at home than anywhere else.

"You're getting old."

A growl was her only answer and - though it sounded deadly and scary in every means of the words - she laughed. Kagome didn't know what was in store for the future now, only that they were walking somewhere and in the moonlight.

He knew her and she knew him, which was all they needed.

Note: Okay, this was inspired by the song Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. ^^ I haven't written anything about Kagome and Sesshoumaru for awhile, but once you get hooked on Sesshoumaru, you have to come back every once and awhile. The Ruffles thing was random, but I actually have a plant named Ruffles! ^^ I'm weird, but whatever! Tell me if this was too OOC or if I have errors! Thank you! I might add more, but that depends on if you guys want me to. R and R plez!