InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ 38 Shades ❯ Information ( Chapter 4 )

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CH 5- Information

The things I had learned haunted me, even a couple days after the…vision? Is that the right word for it? It wouldn't go away, so I decided I needed to do something about it. I finally got the courage to go back into the library, but I asked Sesshomaru to go with me. He agreed.

"What are you researching?" he asked me. I glanced over at him, and was promptly distracted by how cute he looked. He was wearing faded blue jeans with ripped knees and a Him t-shirt. His long silver hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. I love his hair. It's really embarrassing when a guy has prettier and longer hair than you.

I had decided not to tell him about what I could do, did do, and had done. "I'm researching the school's history for Mrs. Tsubashi."

He looked at me with no expression. "I have Mrs. Tsubashi with you. I've never heard of this assignment."

I thought fast. "Extra credit. I'm not doing so good in English."

He didn't say anything for a few minutes, just watched me. Then he nodded. "Okay. But why did I have to come with you?"

More fast thinking. "You've lived here your whole life. You could know some things I could add."

Sesshomaru nodded, satisfied with my answer. I think that is one of the things I've always been able to do. I am a great liar. I can think of things instantly, and they sound true.

I signed on for a computer. I logged on and went to I typed in " history of Shikon High School". I got about five thousand possible matches. The first thing that caught my eye was a newspaper article about a fire at Shikon High. I clicked on it instantly, not saying a word. Sesshomaru didn't say anything either.

What I found out fit perfectly. There had been a fire at Shikon High, about ten years ago. Thirty-seven children had died. `My vision…' It had been a gas leak nobody had known about. The teacher of the children, Take Shiro, had told police that he had gone out to copy some papers and had locked the door so that the students wouldn't come out, and had tried to get to them, but couldn't because the fire had been too hot.

I got goose bumps reading that. He had lied so completely, so truthfully, that nobody had thought what he said wasn't the truth. I was a little scared by that. I shared something with the evil teacher. It wasn't a pleasant thought.

Sesshomaru turned to me instantly when I shivered. "What's wrong?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Nothing. It's just a little cold."

He turned back to the computer screen. "There's a list of the children who died. Click on it."

I didn't want to. If I did, it would be real. They would be real kids, kids my age. It wouldn't just be a vision, it would be a memory. "No. I don't need it. It's not that important."

Sesshomaru looked at me with a strange expression. "These kids died, Kagome. How is that not important?"

"It just isn't. I think that's enough for now. I'll come back later for more info." I got up and started to walk away, but Sesshomaru grabbed my wrist and spun me back to him. I tried to keep my fear hidden, because I was scared. I don't know why, since he has never tried to hurt me, but I could feel the frustration and anger coming from him.

"Damnit, Kagome. What is going on? I see you with a huge scar on your shoulder but you won't tell me how it happened, you have an A in Mrs. Tsubashi's class so I don't know why you need to bring your grade up, you go instantly to the deaths of these kids, then you don't want to know who they are. What the hell is wrong with you?"

I got angry. Why did everybody think they knew me, knew what I did, knew why I acted a certain way? He hadn't even known me that long and he already thought he knew me. I was tired of people doing that. "Nothing is wrong with me? How do you know this isn't my usual behavior, Sesshomaru? You've known me for about three days. That's not enough time to decide how I can and cannot act."

Sesshomaru's eyes flashed. This is the first time I've ever seen such a strong emotion on his face. "Because I know you. I might have only known you for a few days, but it was enough. Something is wrong with you Kagome, and I want to know why."

I jerked my wrist out of his grip. "Go to hell, Sesshomaru. I don't give a damn about what you want. Leave me the hell alone. You don't know anything about me. You know nothing, and never will." I ran out, and this time he didn't try to stop me.

I hadn't wanted to fight with him, but he had acted like he knew everything, and I hate that in everyone. I couldn't believe he had done that to me. I never asked him any uncomfortable questions; he should've shown the same courtesy.

I felt like crying, but I couldn't. I hated to feel weak and helpless, and that is exactly how I feel when I cry.

Sesshomaru was my first and only friend. I hated that I had fought with him. But he did strange things to me. I always feel a little embarrassed and out of my league with him. He just seems to see everything and feel nothing. I want to…I don't know what I want from him.

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I went home and climbed into bed. I had finally pushed Sesshomaru to the back of my mind, and the information I had found out in the library was up front.

He had lied to the police. That meant he could still be alive. The evil man who had killed innocent people could still be alive and living close-by. I want to find him. But then I don't. I want to rant and rave and asked him how he could've done such a thing, but I'm terrified of him. I'm terrified of a man I've never met.

How could a man be so nice one second, then turn into a monster the next? It made no sense. It was like a bad horror movie where someone turns evil instantly with no reason at all, just to fit the needs of the story.

Except this wasn't a horror movie. It was life. Those kids had been real, alive. They had families, friends, people who loved them. A real big difference. I don't know what to do. I want to help them find peace, but then I'm also scared to. I'm scared of things I don't know, things I've never seen before. It's never been this way before. At my last school, I had helped all those kids and shades. I was never scared of them, because they had never hurt me, or had wanted to. That thing hurt me, and as ashamed as I am to admit it, it's made me scared of all the shades now. Scared that they will hurt me.

I am such a baby. I need to get over this, but I can't.

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