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Relic of Dholes	By : LuciferDragon Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 1404 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A repetitive and angry sound pierced the silence. Every sharp jab pierced through louder and louder each time.
“Yamika?”
Yamika jolted up, a hand to her head.
“Yamika, you didn’t sleep in again, did you?”
Sleep in? She looked around, blinking to clear her vision. She stared at her door as it swung open. The scent of cooking food wafted in.
“I swear, you’ve been sleeping so much lately. You’d think you lived in your dreams.” The woman that entered her room turned off the wailing alarm next to her. “Don’t forget, orientation is today. Breakfast is almost ready.” She left again, her footsteps fading down a set of stairs.
Yamika got out of bed, sitting at her desk close by. Her reflection stared back in the vanity. “What was that dream?” she muttered. She rubbed at her eyes with her palms roughly. Her phone rumbled on the desk as the screen lit up, the name “Corey” preceding the message.
Hey, am I still driving or what?
She looked at the clock and swiped open the message. “That’s right. Orientation for school.” She stretched and got up, tapping her response. Yeah. Two hours, right?
She went across the hall to the bathroom. It took him a little while to answer. Fifteen minutes after, he sent, 9:30. Be ready.
She ate and double-checked her red plaid bag, making sure all her paperwork was there. She felt sluggish again that day, something that had become normal after she had started having her restless dreams. Nothing appealed to her anymore besides living in her dreams. There, she felt whole again.
At exactly 9:30, she was on the road, off to college three hours away. She was not looking forward to the long trip, but knew it would have been the last straw if she would have let her mother take her. She had met Corey in her community college English 2 class. Then, a year later, the dreams started. For a whole semester, Yamika began to withdraw. All her passions went first. Going out was a chore. Books became meaningless. Video games couldn’t keep her attention for long. All she felt like doing was sleep.
Two months prior, she started withdrawing from her relationship. She knew it was obvious, but she felt powerless to stop it. She felt powerless in every aspect. The drag would always bring her back to sleep, to dreams she could never remember. She could only feel them. That was more than enough for her.
She knew he tried his best. He wanted to save their relationship. He even gave her space, letting her approach him whenever she could muster up the energy. After an hour of silence, he finally broke it, trying to make small talk.
“So, did you decide on your major yet?”
She nodded. “History.”
“Really? I guess humanities sparked an interest after all, huh?”
“Yeah.” She kept her attention out the window, watching the trees blur together.
He kept trying. “I’m going anthropology. Maybe we’ll have overlapping classes.”
“Maybe. We’ll find out when we get our plans of study.”
“Plans of study?”
She rolled her eyes. “We’re getting sorted out by our major, and they’re helping us sign up for our first semester. We get our plan of study there.”
“Sorry I don’t have an older brother already in college to tell me these things. How is Kishinko?”
“Fine, so far as I know. He said he’s in class all day today, but I’ll see him come August anyway.”
“You could skip the orientation lunch if you wanted to see him.”
“Never know what they’ll spring on us when.” She leaned on the window.
“I guess so.” Silence engulfed the both of them for another forty minutes. The radio was the only thing to keep it from suffocating them. He tried again to keep her going. “Have you decided on the living situation?”
“Not yet. I’ll have to see what the campus is like first.”
“Would have figured Kishinko would have told you where to go.”
“He moved in with his long-time girlfriend right away. He didn’t do student housing.”
“We could do that.”
She shook her head. “I’ve told you, I’m not ready for that yet.” She wanted to be ready, but didn’t feel it would be the right choice. There were too many things in the way with her life, and she didn’t want to drag him through it every spare minute. She wanted to be able to escape away. She wanted time to herself to try to figure out what she was missing.
“Isn’t student housing more expensive in the long run? And you have to get those meal plans.”
“Not if you get a place with a stove and a refrigerator. I don’t want a room to cohabitate with someone.”
“So off-campus?”
She shrugged. “If that’s an option, maybe.”
“Yamika, I don’t think living alone is a good idea for you.”
She felt a twinge of anger. It was something she felt when she knew she was going to be lectured.
“Look, up until this point I’ve seen you change. It’s been too rapid to ignore. If it is what it seems to be, living on your own will be terrible. Depending on what I do, I can’t be there in time to help.”
“You make it sound like I’ll slice my wrists.”
“Fucking hell, Yamika, what do you want me to say? You’ve been depressed for months, and you’re not exactly hiding it. I want to help you, but you’re shutting me out.”
She kept her gaze out the window, keeping silent.
“You’re asleep more than you’re awake, your grades last semester started to suffer. This isn’t like you. And I wish you’d talk to me. I wish you’d let me close.”
“I don’t understand it enough to even start talking to anyone.” She crossed her arms. “I don’t know where to start, and I don’t know what’s wrong.”
They went quiet again, the radio permeating the silence. Neither could think of a single thing to say afterward.
They made it to the university, and managed to find parking not-too far away. They followed the flow of new students to the main hall, finding where they had to sign in.
Soon after, they were separated by declared major, giving Yamika a chance to breathe. She took in the campus as she was led around, finally understanding some of the things her brother had told her about. She frowned at her phone as it buzzed in her pocket, but smiled when she saw the sender.
Hey Sis, did you make it in time? My last class got canceled and I was wondering if you’d want to stay out here tonight. I’ll bring you back home tomorrow. I need to go do laundry anyway.
She quickly answered it while still paying attention to the tour, as boring as it was. Yeah, I’ll tell Corey I’m staying. Probably for the better right now.
Fight?
She felt the drag again and had to fight to keep up with the group. Yeah. I don’t think I can do this much longer. Is it normal to feel nothing for someone? For anything?
The answer was a bit delayed, but it took her a bit to read it. Mika, you’ve been depressed for a while, stuck in a relationship that is not helping. From what you’ve told me, you’re not attracted to him. I learned a bit about sexualities in my classes, and you’re for sure what they call demisexual.
She frowned. Wasn’t it just depression? She had liked the guy at one point, but as time went on and the dreams started, it faded away. I did like him. Aren’t demis like… someone who only feels sexually attracted to one person?
Yeah. And how many people have you been with your whole life?
When she thought about it, zero. No one had ever met her attractions. Even with Corey, he had tried most of the semester before she broke down and agreed to a date. Maybe Kishinko wasn’t too far off. You crazy college kids and your logic.
I’m paying for this shit, might as well get use out of it. I’m done with classwork around 5. Think you can make it until then?
Four hours of wandering seemed plausible. Yeah, I’ll be fine.
See you then.
She fiddled with her phone, tumbling all the ways to tell Corey to go home without her. She waited until the end of orientation, when they were heading back to the car, to speak up. “Kishi is taking me home tomorrow. I want to stay tonight.”
He stopped her. “You know what? I’m fucking over this.”
She wasn’t expecting his outburst. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re avoiding me. You don’t even want to be in a car with me for three hours to go home. I’m sick of trying to get through this shell you’ve put up.”
She went numb, shock setting in. “Corey, this isn’t about you. I just-“
“Don’t even fucking bother. I get it. I’m not good enough for you. I’m done trying to get through to you. You don’t even love me, so what’s the point?” He looked like he wanted to say so much more, but he threw his hands in the air. “Find your own fucking way home. I’m done with your shit.”
Everything stood still, all except for his back turning away, towards the parking garages. She stood in the breezeway, barely noticing the students passing by heading to their classes. The noise of their conversations faded away.
She fumbled with her bag, fishing out her phone to text her brother. When she tried turning the screen on, she found her phone dead. With her mind still in a dazed fog, she looked around, finding a bookstore nearby. Almost on autopilot she went inside and found the cheapest phone charger she could and went to wait in line. She swiped her card at the counter.
“I’m sorry, the tender cannot be processed. Do you have another card you can pay with?”
She tried pulling a few bills out of her wallet, but it wasn’t enough. She fell two dollars short. “Oh this is just fantastic.” She froze when someone placed the missing two dollars on the counter.
“New to college, I’m assuming?”
She looked at her savior, seeing a male half a foot taller than her. She slowly nodded. “Orientation day. Didn’t think to take my charger. Battery drained way too fast.” The cashier rang her up and handed her the charger. “Thank you so much.” She took in his tied back and long black hair, wondering how it stayed in such condition while it was almost to his knees.
He set his own purchases on the counter, a book and a pack of scantrons. “You’ll learn quickly that there are some things you carry on you at all times, just in case.”
“My brother told me that, but I didn’t listen very well. He studies here, business administration.”
The stranger cracked a grin as he handed the cashier his card. “Keeping our stereotype alive, huh?”
“Someone in the family had to. Though we’re half and half.” She was still wary of the stranger’s intentions, but found him easy to talk to. His honey-colored eyes caught her attention. “I’m staying with him tonight after he’s out of class.”
“So you’ll be starting up next month? They took you around and helped you sign up for everything?”
She nodded. “I’m studying history. Bit of a broad topic but…“
“That’s actually what I’m doing. August starts my last year here. Are you a transfer?”
She nodded and he stepped away from the counter so the next person could go.
“I’d suggest three history, one extracurricular, if you can. You’ll need something to break up the monotony of dates. Also, study after every class. It’s going to be the only way you’ll remember everything.”
“Any other tips?” Keeping her mind occupied was helping tremendously. It was keeping her heart steady.
He tilted his head to the other side of the store, where a coffee shop was located. “I’m not big on beans, but I’ll treat if you have time. No strings attached, I swear.”
She smiled a bit. “Alright. I don’t like beans either much, but tea would be wonderful.”
“Good, because their tea is decent.” He began to lead her over.
“Only decent?”
“They don’t use the right balance of herbs. But it works in a pinch.” They got in line and he laughed a bit. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even give my name.”
“I didn’t either. I’m Yamika.”
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Sesshomaru.”
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