Once upon a time... No, scratch that. That's too cliché and my life isn't a fairytale. My name is Kagome Higarashi, I'm seventeen years old and I've been travelling into the past for two years now. Five hundred years into the past, to be more precise.
You may think I'm crazy or that I've lost my mind, and honestly, I would agree with you if I weren't me. However, I am me and you are you, and the Daiyokai dog demon Sesshomaru is Lord Ice Balls, which this is really getting out of hand, so back to my point. I'm not mentally insane... Well, not yet. I'm getting close, though. How can I not be close?
I mean, Lord Ice Balls is so amazingly emotionless that the need to push his buttons is always rising because I physically need him to react to something. The Popsicle Lord's half-wit, half-dog demon, half-brother, InuYasha, makes me want to bind one hundred pencils with a rubber band, stick the sharpened points into his mouth and punch the erasers due to his stupidity. Yes, the sadistic pencil idea is from Bo Burnham, and yet, that doesn't make my feelings any less true. Those are just two of my companions from the past.
The rest include Sango, a wonderfully loyal, sister-like demon slayer, Miroku, a devastatingly perverted monk, my adorable adopted fox demon son, and Lord Ice Ball's ward Rin, who is a little ball of lovable sunshine. The two helpful lower demons who are equally important as the rest of us include Sango's Kirara, the fire cat and Ah-Un, the Popsicle's two-headed dragon. The last pain in my arse is Jaken, and well, I'm not sure what type of demon he is, other than the screeching, ugly, cowardly, annoying kind.
Anyway, this is my recording of events that are happening in my life both in the past and present. I mean five hundred years ago and my home time. Or maybe, the past I travel to and the future I was born in. How about what is happening to me currently? Damn it! You know what I mean! Whatever you want to call it.
As of now, we are all set up in camp and are resting. Except me, of course, whose cooking, tending to the children and writing in my log book simultaneously. I'm so amazing, aren't I? Yeah, multitasking! So moving on, nothing of real importance happened today, just our daily routine.
The routine usually goes as follows: awaken, eat, pack up our camp, walk (or be carried by demons) for a few hours searching for jewel shards, settle down long enough for lunch, continue jewel hunting, set up camp and dinner at sunset then sleep. Throw in some attacks from enemy demons, releasing bodily wastes and bathing at random times and you have my life listed before you. Sounds like soo much fun, doesn't it?
