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'A coincidence ignites a spark that one hopes will lead to something more meaningful'
-Doug Cooper
Marked
"She roamed gracefully under the moonlight, her silhouette outlined in silver. She twirled her pure white tea-length dress, as she spun around in sprials, a soft giggle escaping her lips for no particular reason. Her arms were outstretched, palms facing upwards, moving in circular motion a long with the rest of her body. Her midnight hair was being played with by the wind. Yes, it seemed the wind, was her dearest friend at the moment.
The forest was quiet, only her echoing giggles of bliss could be heard, as well as the whispers being carried by the wind.
'Kagome...' her smooth bare feet came to a graceful stop. Doing so caused a small wind to tickle her ankles. Kagome tilted her head slightly to the right. She tried to see through the forest trees, searching, but all her eyes were met with was thick, misty, fog.
A strange sense of traumatizing fear washed over her like a cool wave, in fact, her face had become sprinkled with dew blown at her by wind. It helped relax her a bit, meaning Wind, her friend, had not left her alone, to face the dark forest.
'Calm down Kagome.' Wind whispered reassuringly. Kagome felt safe, Wind's tone made her feel like she was at the right place. She let her coal colored eyelashes fall close, curtaining her pair of sapphire beauties. She began to hum a tune that voiced her new current elated state.
Somehow, as if they had a mind of their own, her arms raised way up high, her wrists crossing each other. Her left foot took a step forward, and before she knew it, she was spinning gracefully like a ballerina, moving to the tune she hummed, to the song Wind sang, both sounds becoming intertwined, and becoming a beautiful, relaxed, harmony.
The bright Moon looked down at Wind and Kagome with envy.
Moon always provided light for her during dark nights, yet she didn't seem to take any notice.
Moon watched over her and Wind from afar, high above, yet neither ever acknowledged him.
Moon would follow them through the night, to make sure they were alright, but both of the two below didn't even see him as a companion.
Wind did not need Moon, Wind was just there for Kagome. Always wanting to make her feel safe and protected by him. Wind spoke to her. Moon did not, in fact, he showed very little emotion.
There is a lot of differences between Wind and Moon. Wind was often violent. Moon was very quiet. Wind did not hesitate to show his emotion. Moon kept his hidden in the shadows, especially when he was a Crescent Moon.
Moon was also secretly jealous of Wind. But he'd never admit it." the silk like voice came to a stop. Slender fingers closed the old rusty book. A cream colored index finger began tracing the silver lettering marked on the old navy blue cover. The finger moved rhythmically, tracing over and over the title 'The Crescent Moon and the girl he Marked'.
A small sigh escaped soft pink lips. A pregnant silence entered the room.
"Kagome?" the familiar voice of warmth called, though it was tainted with worry.
The girl sitting against the pastel yellow wall of her room stood up, what could her mother want? And why was her usually sweet motherly voice now laced with fear?
"Kagome come down here!" came the older woman's worried shriek. Kagome raised a thin black eyebrow. Her mother never yelled. Deciding that it must be an emergency her mother was facing -due to her tone- Kagome hurriedly tossed the old navy blue book under her bed. She stood up. Kagome quickly shoved her feet into a pair of pastel pink house slippers. She walked to, then opened the door.
Her sapphire blue eyes looked up -just as she was closing the door behind her- to find her mother had come upstairs herself to get her.
Her mother's face expression was all that was needed. "What's wrong mama?"
Before the said brunette could answer, a deep voice called from the foot of the staircase. "Kagome Higurashi, as the 'Marked One', you are to be taken to the Inu premises." said a big man dressed in a coal colored tuxedo.
Kagome studied him for a second or so. Who is he? What does he mean, by the 'Marked One'? Kagome's blue hues tried to look past the dark sunglasses hiding a pair of unknown orbs, into the eyes of the man, trying to ask a question she already knew the answer to.
Kagome's sapphire orbs trailed back to her mother who stood beside her at her right, then to the left, to the brown door leading to her small bedroom, where the book was hidden under her bed.
"I should believe that you know about what I'm talking about, don't you, Ms. Higurashi?" he called up to her, causing her irises to trail back down to the man who had let himself in. Another uniformed man entered through the open front door from which sunlight had been raining in through a second before.
Kagome shook her head. This had to be a dream. That faint memory of pale lips smiling back at her...amber eyes glowing with warmth..silver hair flowing...a small clawed hand holding her own... Kagome thought that was all just a dream she had so long ago. A dream based off a book her mother read to her when she was just a child... the same book she had pushed into the dark depths of what was underneath her bed. The same book that had a character who -by coincidence- shared her name.
"I do not want to meet with Wind or Moon! Tell both of them to let me be!" Kagome yelled down at the men who had just walked in. A short stumpy bald man entered soon after.
"As Jaken, the head disciple of the Inu Castle, I will make sure you return to my lord! Even by force! Look at the palm of your right hand! Tell me what you find there!" the man yelled back up at her.
Kagome shook her head, another reason why she had believed that memory was a dream, the mark was gone, and it still should be!
A sudden pain throbbed on her right hand, the energy sent an electric shock coursing through her veins, her blood turned ice cold. Kagome looked, afraid, down on to the area where the pain was being manufactured, at the palm of her right hand where a purple Crescent Moon was marked like a tattoo. The mark was beginning to glow, Kagome's nerves were growing.
Kagome cupped her left hand over her right, the palm with the purple moon mark facing Kagome. Kagome held it up to her chest, her left hand pressing the surface of the amethyst Crescent Moon unto her heart area.
She knew her life was about to change towards a different path.
Being 'Marked' meant she was chosen by the demon Moon, and had been since centuries before by her ancestor. She was the next 'Kagome'. She had also met the next 'Moon' and 'Wind' during her childhood, that faint memory...was of her time spent with them...
