Disclaimer: Don't own them, well. . . Kagome #2 is mine
AN: Thought of this (and the next chapter) while I read a good proverb while on my daily wisdom quest. Hope I don't receive any flames, remember, I just got off vacation. Also, I know this chapter and the other are both badly written, it is late and this is just a spur of the moment thing.
Time That Counts
Making The Time Count
ANGST WARNING
I watched as Kagome ran out of her bedroom, wearing the familiar middle school uniform or a short green skirt and crisp white middy blouse. Her long dark hair whipped about her as she hugged her mother and ran off, whistling a happy tune. My eyes ran over the place, still smelling the same and I got up, off of my chair and walked into the well house. I traced the outline of it with my fingertips, each smooth piece of old wood and splinter engraved in my memory. The smell of dirt and sun filling my nostrils as I relaxed. . . that was until I heard that sharp scream. I ran out as fast as my legs would carry me and I saw a white haired figure clasping Kagome tightly. My eyes widened, my pulse racing as I moved forward and whispered softly.
"Inuyasha?"
He looked up at me, his eyes getting as wide as saucers as he looked me up and down. My gray, short hair and worn figure, the dark shadows under my eyes, now brimming with tears. I could hear the fear in his voice as he called out. . .
"K. . . Kagome?"
I dropped down onto my knees and sobbed. Why had I ran back so soon after having seen them together? Why had I left the Shikon-no-Tama behind? Why had I not waited for an explanation? Why had I not said goodbye? It was fifty years after, and I was now a great aunt. Souta's daughter, Kagome stared from Inuyasha to me as she tried to make sense of why her dear old grandmother knew a young man with white hair, dog-ears and golden eyes. I don't know what was going through his mind, but I ran into his arms and sobbed quietly. I could hear his heartbeat, and that was all I needed, as I felt myself slip into darkness. . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I watched in horror as Kagome, my sweet Kagome died in my arms. And the only thing I could think was . . . why didn't I make the time count?
An: The next installment isn't going to be much happier. In case you didn't notice here are a few clarifications.
There are a lot of stories that have Kagome completing the jewel and then seeing Inuyasha and Kikyou. And she leaves and then Inuyasha, who waited several years for her, meets her on the other side of the well and explains. And they live happily ever after.
This is my version, in which Kagome leaves, seals the well and Inuyasha miscalculates the time, instead meeting Kagome fifty years late and watching her die. I might write one of the more stereotypical versions of this story, but only if it is by request. For those of you that don't like the angst, I warned you.
The next installment will be a Sesshoumaru x Rin chapter, just so you know.
AN: Thought of this (and the next chapter) while I read a good proverb while on my daily wisdom quest. Hope I don't receive any flames, remember, I just got off vacation. Also, I know this chapter and the other are both badly written, it is late and this is just a spur of the moment thing.
Time That Counts
Making The Time Count
ANGST WARNING
I watched as Kagome ran out of her bedroom, wearing the familiar middle school uniform or a short green skirt and crisp white middy blouse. Her long dark hair whipped about her as she hugged her mother and ran off, whistling a happy tune. My eyes ran over the place, still smelling the same and I got up, off of my chair and walked into the well house. I traced the outline of it with my fingertips, each smooth piece of old wood and splinter engraved in my memory. The smell of dirt and sun filling my nostrils as I relaxed. . . that was until I heard that sharp scream. I ran out as fast as my legs would carry me and I saw a white haired figure clasping Kagome tightly. My eyes widened, my pulse racing as I moved forward and whispered softly.
"Inuyasha?"
He looked up at me, his eyes getting as wide as saucers as he looked me up and down. My gray, short hair and worn figure, the dark shadows under my eyes, now brimming with tears. I could hear the fear in his voice as he called out. . .
"K. . . Kagome?"
I dropped down onto my knees and sobbed. Why had I ran back so soon after having seen them together? Why had I left the Shikon-no-Tama behind? Why had I not waited for an explanation? Why had I not said goodbye? It was fifty years after, and I was now a great aunt. Souta's daughter, Kagome stared from Inuyasha to me as she tried to make sense of why her dear old grandmother knew a young man with white hair, dog-ears and golden eyes. I don't know what was going through his mind, but I ran into his arms and sobbed quietly. I could hear his heartbeat, and that was all I needed, as I felt myself slip into darkness. . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I watched in horror as Kagome, my sweet Kagome died in my arms. And the only thing I could think was . . . why didn't I make the time count?
An: The next installment isn't going to be much happier. In case you didn't notice here are a few clarifications.
There are a lot of stories that have Kagome completing the jewel and then seeing Inuyasha and Kikyou. And she leaves and then Inuyasha, who waited several years for her, meets her on the other side of the well and explains. And they live happily ever after.
This is my version, in which Kagome leaves, seals the well and Inuyasha miscalculates the time, instead meeting Kagome fifty years late and watching her die. I might write one of the more stereotypical versions of this story, but only if it is by request. For those of you that don't like the angst, I warned you.
The next installment will be a Sesshoumaru x Rin chapter, just so you know.