Hello all. This is one of my first fanfictions. I don't have much experience I'm afraid. Please review and tell me what you think. Now, without further ado...
"Kagome, would you help me with these boxes from the attic?" Kagome's mother asks. "They're awfully heavy."
"Sure thing, Mom," Is her obliging reply.
Kagome takes the various boxes as they're handed down to her from her mother and sets them aside.
"Okay, Mom, is that all?"
"Nope. One more. Be careful."
Kagome braces herself for the weight of the box, and as her mother lowers it into her hands, she drops it. It crashes to the floor with a loud thunk, scattering its contents everywhere. There are dusty picture frames, a few books, some of Souta's old toys…
"Oh! Mom!" Kagome kneels on the floor to gather everything up. "Sorry."
"It's okay, dear. You just clean up here while I get dinner ready."
As Kagome shovels things into the cardboard box, she notices a handgun among the spilled things. It's a double-action revolver, silver with a polished wooden handle.
"Hmm. This could be useful…" Kagome muses.
The very next day, Kagome tucks the gun away inside her yellow backpack along with the rest of her usual cargo.
"Well, I'm off. Be back in a few days."
The young woman waves cheerfully to her family and plunges into the darkness of the old well.
'Forget arrows,' Kagome thinks as she transcends the time rift between eras. 'I'm gonna fucking gun Naraku down with sacred bullets!'