Summary: This is a true story about real struggles, sacrifices, and love. When Kagome faces the worst, who will help her? Why the Mighty Sesshoumaru of course!
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. I do however own this stories plot.
Title: Sexual Healing
Part One
My story isn't an easy one to tell. In fact, normally, I wouldn't be discussing it at all. But time, and people, change things.
I write this story as a woman of 17 years. I have seen war, I have seen peace. I have see men fight for honor, and for greed. I have seen the darkness of depression, and the light of love. I have seen enough to last me till the end of my days, and yet still I see more.
I suppose I sound very cryptic don't I? Here let me start at the beginning.
It all started when I was but a small child. I was the only child of my family. Lot of people exclaimed at how lucky I was to be the only child, but they all forget the emptiness that goes with it. I had hardly any children to play with down my street and with both my parents being advancing in their careers I was left behind to fin for myself.
We did have one family dinner a week though. Every Friday night we would meet up with some other couples and eat at a nice restraint. At the time I desperately wanted to join in on the adult conversation. There was no one else to talk to or play with, so I read. I read everything I could place my chubby little hands on until I could converse freely with the adults. I would spend my summers practicing by discussing fruits and other gardening food with my grandmother's friends and the latest news from the newspaper I would steal from her.
I spent my early years at a private daycare where I learned to sing. Soon I was humming every little tune I could think of for extraordinary lengths of time. I developed stories in my head from my favorite movies to pass the time riding in a car while my parents discussed work. I would imagine I was Princess Jasmine, kidnapped by my evil parents who swore to take me to Jafer, and Aladdin was flying on his carpet to come save me. It never happened, so I suppose I should be thankful they never really delivered me to Jafer.
By the time I was transferred to elementary school I became one of the quietest girls in class. I didn't care too much about making friends, which was all well and good since I was the new girl in school. I focused on my studies and willed recess to end. I would always sit under a tree and watch the other kids play and laugh. I found myself feeling lonely and different. I later understood I felt poetic. I imagined myself a deep serious thinker like the adults around me, far beyond these playful years. Indeed when I was finally asked to a game I found I had trouble enjoying playing it.
I did have one friend who would sit and talk with me. We would trade stories or songs back and forth like candy. We favored the horror stories the best. That's all we would ever check out from the library so we had plenty to tell. Then suddenly she announced she was moving and a week later I never saw her again. My days grew bleaker and my smile a little less bright.
By third grade I had my first crush. Inuyasha. Inuyasha was probably one of the most popular boys in the entire school. He had long unruly silver hair and golden eyes. Not only cute, but funny too. He would take the most seemingly boring objects and bring them to life. He once took a cardboard box and made it a pony. Even I found him irresistible. I would continue to study hard, but I found myself noticing my body more and my desire for conversation. Sooner I had honed in on yet another girl to befriend. She was shy, but friendly and loved discussing books and nature as much as I did. Her name was Sango. She had long brown hair she always wore up and a smile that could light a room. Needless to say we soon became fast friends and spent every spare moment together.
By fifth grade I had grown bolder and tried to get his attention. I dressed in uniform, but I made it a point to be close to him, to laugh at his jokes, to challenge him to a game on game day. Then it was announced picture day was here.
I dressed in a long black skirt, tan short-sleeved top and my first ever pair of high heels, leopard skin of course. I felt tall, which was something I defiantly wasn't, and powerful. I walked with semi-grace I had practice so heartily for the night before and I looked very, very pretty. I soon found the popular girls sliding into seat beside me and discussing their own appearances before me. I was astounded. One pair of high heels had moved me into a group! While I discussing how lovely one of the girl's hair style was I noticed movement to my left. Before I could turn my head to see who it was a hand had found my butt and given it a good, hearty squeeze. I whipped my head around to yell an angry protest at the offender when I saw who it was. My dearly beloved Inuyasha! My heart stopped beating and my words died in my throat. I rolled my eyes and he ran back to his friends laughing and buried my blushing face in the crowd of girls around me. I was enthusiastic that Inuyasha chose me to grab, but I was wounded in the laughing I heard from his group. I was a big joke. Determined to make the best of it I focused on the fact that Inuyasha had been the one to do it and secured myself in the annoyance my fellow females shared at the boys.
About a week after this Manten arrived. Manten was shy and had a rather interesting appearance. His head was shaped more round than a normal person, but the really weird part was he was bald. He never discussed it, so we never asked. I felt bad for Manten. I remember being new so I invited him to hang out and have lunch with Sango and I for a while. Manten readily took the invitation then refused to leave. He followed Sango and I around like an addict to crack. Every moment he was trying to be our partner for a game or make lude comments about females. Every lunch he would pretend his sandwich was a female had had married and proceeded to "kiss" her ravishingly. Sango and I regretted our friendliness. We began to avoid him at all cost, but fate decided to be cruel. I was elected to be his partner in a six week long ecosystem project.
He was a horrible partner. Our poor plants struggled to survive and he certainly didn't make it easy. Putting in too much water, or not enough, knocking it over, etc. How we ever passed that project with high enough score is a miracle. But the worst was when he had a magnifying glass. It was a family day, where we were allowed to dress yet again out of uniform. I had worn my favorite pink lace dress and felt rather good about myself. As the day had gone on I had begun to lose confidence in my look when Inuyasha took no notice of me and I spilt a small thing of ketchup on its corner. As we awaited our ecosystem's final grade Manten was playing around with a magnifying glass. I believe it relevant to interrupt and explain that despite our hardest attempts to avoid Manten the class still had managed to spread a rumor that Manten and I were together. Anyways, Manten held this offending magnifying to my rather large stomach and cried out. "She's pregnant!" I stared at the shocked faced of my friends and snatched the magnifying glass from his hand. "I am not!" I cried in my defense, before throwing the glass onto the desk.
"Kagome. Please step outside." Said the teacher staring at us. I stood and quickly rushed outside struggling to stop the tears from flowing down my cheeks. I knew what pregnancy meant. I didn't understand how exactly it happened but I knew where babies came from. I felt my despair amplify at the fact Inuyasha had heard the outburst from us.
"Now please, tell me what's going on." Said my teachers standing before me in the hall. I told her what Manten had said and how he was always discussing such things around me. I couldn't look at her. I couldn't stand to see the pity there.
"If you have a problem with a fellow student you should have told me, but don't worry I'll take care of it. Now go back inside, you don't have to sit by Manten anymore.
So I entered the class, and quickly shuffled my things beside my friend Sango. The outburst was soon forgotten and Fifth grade ended not long after. As middle school loomed before us me friend told me we would be split apart, as she was going to a different school than I was and I mourned the loss of yet another friend. I heard a few years later Manten had followed Sango there, but quickly moved and was never heard of again.
If only all my troubles had been so easy to rid of.
Chapter One complete. Review please? It would mean so much to me. And yes I know, I should be working on my other stories, I'm working on it.
Aslan