Author's Note: Um… My father always told me to "write from life" and my professor suggested that I keep a diary. But I decided to keep a journal of my experiences, in the form of fan-fiction! Because it is more fun, for everyone involved?

So… due to a (not so very) recent car accident, I have finally figured out how to write a story in which Naraku wins, and everybody else looses. Welcome to my brain.


Part .001 – Hospital

Her shoulder was trembling, to the point that it forced her to roll over in bed. Eyes open, eyes shut, the world did not look very different, either way. However, she realized eventually the reason why her body swayed – there was a woman, in uniform, standing next to her bed.

"No," she moaned, unhappily. "Stop it."

Somehow, the rest of the world did not understand how badly that she wanted to rest. It was all she could think about, at the moment. Rest.

"Wake up," the nurse replied, softly, but firmly. "Don't fall asleep."

When she tried to hit the nurse, in retaliation, she missed. Unfortunately, the bed had bars on the side of it, preventing her from conveying how badly she wanted to rest, in a physical fashion.

"Careful, there." Although she could tell she was being reprimanded, she could also hear the humor in the voice that was speaking to her. "You might hurt yourself."

And that seemed unfair too. She had not been trying to hurt herself. Obviously, she had been trying to hurt the nurse. Perhaps the next time, she would be more successful.

Blinking, blearily, Kagome stared up at the darkened ceiling of the room. Where was she? This was not her room.

After moving some items, pushing some buttons, and otherwise completing various tasks that Kagome could not comprehend, the nurse glanced at her one more time, before leaving the room.

"Thank you for stopping by…" mumbled the dark-haired, blue-eyed girl toward her captor. It seemed important to remain polite, even though she despised the nurse, even though she wanted to kill her. Manners were always essential – being polite made other people happy, and making others happy was one of her goals in life.

Kagome tried to fall asleep again, unsuccessfully. Every time she tried, someone woke her up. According to the doctors, sleep meant coma, and coma meant death.

But secretly, Kagome knew they were worried over nothing. The truth was that she had already died once. She was Kikyou's reincarnation.

The Shikon no Tama had been born inside of her, and Kaede swore that this was the proof of her heritage. She remembered that much.


There was a new room, and there were people inside of it. She glanced about, in confusion, wondering how her family had appeared, so suddenly, and where the nighttime had gone. She still felt exhausted; thus, it must still be evening. Yet now, she could see sunshine, pouring through a window.

The chamber had changed, as well. Her bed lay beneath a television, which was displaying bright colors and sounds, very quietly. There were flowers all around her. Her mother was smiling.

But of course, her mother was smiling. Mrs. Higurashi always smiled, always positive. Kagome wanted to be like her, when she grew older. In times of strife, parents began to seem more like bedrock, than like roots or leaves – the substance holding the tree up, instead of just nourishing it.

They said something to her, but she didn't really understand it. She replied, but she didn't really remember what she said. Still, her response seemed to please the others, and this made Kagome happy, in the end.

Outside the window, she realized she could see a beautiful green roof, covered in decaying, brown debris. It was fall, and the trees were bare now. Across the street, there was a row of strange buildings that she could not recognize, although they seemed ravishing too. She thought that she had never seen such a pleasant, harmonious scene.

She wondered why she felt that way, about a picture that was so manifestly inconsequential.


It was night-time, again. The hallways were empty, except for her wheelchair. Before her, and behind her, there were double doors; to the right, there was an empty room, with a desk and a computer inside of it. She could hear a low, humming noise.

Why was she in a wheelchair? Kagome frowned. Wheelchairs were for crippled people. But she was not crippled. She did not have any injuries, and she was not in any pain.

Come to think of it, where exactly was this place?

It looked like… a hospital? But why would she be seated in a wheelchair, sitting inside of a hospital? Furthermore, patients in a hospital were rarely left alone, to sit in empty hallways, in the middle of the night. Correct?

Carefully, she rose from the wheelchair and began to explore the surrounding area. If she was in a hospital, then she had to leave. Only sick people stayed in hospitals, and she was not ill. It was inappropriate for her to be here. She was troubling everyone, as usual.

"Evil will come after it," the old priestess had told her. "Not just demons, but people with evil in their hearts, as well. You must protect the Shikon no Tama."

Rubbing her forehead, when it sent her a twinge of pain, Kagome shut her eyes and tried to remember. That voice sounded familiar. But for the life of her, she could not recall…

Quickly, footsteps began to patter down the hallway behind her, filling up the silence. "No, no! Wait, please," called an unfamiliar voice, sounding slightly regretful and contrite. "You promised that you wouldn't move, for me, and I believed you. That is my fault, I suppose."

Kagome turned, only to see a strange individual in scrubs, rapidly approaching her, with arms outstretched.

She was told it was time for another MRI. She was helped back into the wheelchair. She was taken away. Mostly, she was afraid, because she had no idea what was happening or why.

A hospital was a place that helped people to regain health, right? And everyone else seemed to expect her to stay in this location. So, maybe she was sick, after all.