THIS IS BLANKET DISCLAIMER, NO MORE WILL BE WRITTEN FROM HERE AFTER. I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS. SALUTE TO TAKAHASHI RUMIKO-SENSEI FOR HER AVID IMAGINATION DESPITE HER PLAN TO NOT BECOME A MANGAKA.
Higurashi Kagome threw off the blanket from her person minutes before her clock rang. She skidded to a stop and turned back to silence it before continuing her journey to the bathroom. Just two months ago her life has taken a different turn from the everyday norms of a middle high schooler at the end of her year.
As she brushed her teeth and spat out the foams from her mouth into the sink, her mind took the time to reminisce people she has met and new faces that she now called friends. A perverted monk name Miroku and a huntress named Sango, but this would be seen as somewhat normal. The extraordinary abnormal would be the fact that they lived in the Feudal Era 500 years from her time and the others would be that she made two more stranger friends.
As Kagome greeted her family member’s morning, she mentally noted just to remind herself that no one must know, aside from her family who knew, that she travelled to the past via a rickety ancient well on her family’s shrine named Yoake Jinja. Nor must anyone know that she made friends with species that was believed to be myths by the modern world; youkai and hanyou. It was true that she made friend with a hanyou named Inuyasha that somehow became somewhat her closest friend and a kitsune named Shippou who was orphaned at a young age. He was the little mischief maker in their tiny mismatched group.
“Here’s your toast, Kagome. Is Inuyasha coming to pick you up today?” Kun-Loo asked her daughter. Kagome smiled up at her mother, “Uh-huh, although he’s rather late today. Usually he’s here before the chicken even crowed,”
Kantaro blinked, “Chicken? We don’t have chicken on the shrine’s ground, Kagome,”
Kagome chuckled half heartedly, “Uh…I must have picked something from the feudal again,”
Souta stared at his older sister, “I hope you didn’t end up like a grandmother from the countryside, Nee-san. Because at the pace you are going, I won’t be surprise,” He flinched at the end of his words when Kagome glared at him. She then sighed, “Is that so?”
After waiting around for Inuyasha to show up, she gave up and decided to go looking for him once she reached the past. She picked her heavy yellow backpack that somehow survived her rough handling despite the fact that it wasn’t really a camping bag. Her family has long left for their own errands and the sun was already so high up and still Inuyasha didn’t show up.
Kagome sighed as she stepped into the well house, feeling a bit off beat. Looking down into the darkness, she gathered her courage as she was prone to do as of late to do things that most normal sane teenagers won’t even think of doing and jumped.
Blue light burst like starlight and greeted her as she transported into the past. Soon enough, she felt her feet once more gain solid ground and she let out a relieved sigh. Outside she made it look like it was fine for her to jump into the dried out well and ‘floated’ through time, but the inside reality was that she was very shaken the very first time and had hoped that it was all a dream but decided to accept it. But that doesn’t mean that it was all fine with her to continually jump through a hole. Although she must admit that little scares her nowadays after travelling with Inuyasha and the rest for a whole month.
She was more surprised by her own reflection this morning. It was a really horrible bed head.
But despite all the things that happened to her last month, there was one that she hoped would never ever happened again. She was heavily traumatised by the memory of having her own soul sucked out of her. She have that happened to her twice, once when an old crazy witch whose name she have long forgotten sucked out her soul to resurrect her dead past incarnate named Kikyo who also happened to be Inuyasha’s beau who pinned him to a tree and believed that he had betrayed her, and again when her enemy tried to suck out her soul.
She shivered at the memory as she trekked back toward the small village nearby. The pain was something that she wholeheartedly wished to never experience ever again, nor was it something that she could explain.
As she emerged from the trees, she immediately saw Sango cleaning her boomerang; Hiraikotsu. Kagome smiled at the surreal sight of the feudal era and those who lived it. If she wasn’t fighting or chasing after Inuyasha who slave drove them to shard hunting, she would admire the era and her friends silently at the side.
Kagome raise her hand, “Sango!”
Sango looked up and blinked, “Kagome! Did you come here all on your own?”
Kagome took a seat on a tuff of grass next to Sango and noticed the tear stain on her friend’s cheek as well as the tired look on her face. She frowned when she saw Sango’s yukata, “What happened?”
Sango looked away, “Naraku,”
Kagome blinked, “Where’s the others?”
Sango sighed as she stopped cleaning, “Miroku’s helping Kaede with the injured and Shippou’s was knocked out cold. He has yet to show any sign of waking up,” Kagome waited but when Sango continued cleaning she pressed, “And Inuyasha?”
Sango shook her head, “It happened too fast. He was about to go and pick you from your world when an arrow shot him from the trees. Kikyo was aiding Naraku as he attacked us. He took Inuyasha with him,” She then let out a frustrated sound, fist clenched tight; “How shameful! He pushed me against a tree and I was knocked out cold! He took Kirara with him and she’s all that I have from my family!! It’s unbecoming of me as a warrior!!”
Kagome stared in disbelieve at Sango as she cried in frustration. She bit her lower lip and pulled her friend close, trying her best to comfort her. Sango after all have lost much to that fiend. Kagome looked up when she heard someone’s approaching and saw Miroku who looked at them with a melancholic expression. Kagome asked, “How’s Shippou?”
He shook his head, “He had a slight concussion. It’ll be awhile before he woke up. Kaede’s taking good care of him,” He gestured at Sango, “How’s Sango?”
Sango rise up her face, wiping it dry as she replied, “I’m fine,”
Miroku nodded, “We are going to chase after Naraku now. Coming, Kagome?”
Kagome smiled, “You needn’t ask, Miroku,”