This is a Seshomaru/Oc fic. I have so many fics that it's hard to update them all but I've decided to drop one to do this one. Gonna finish at least one before I start another new one after this so...Yeah.
The fantastic cover is one edited by not yous truly. I'm married to my work so I'm not anyone's lol But it's my second best ever and I really love it. I used a Rin/Seshomaru pic and erased the back ground so I could put the firely thing behind it then faded the first image a little. The title is in the same color as one of the fireflies. I'm sorry for bragging cause I know i made mistakes on it but I just love it so much!
I own nothing except my OC...
Hotaru's POV:
I'm not quite sure where to start any of this. It's long, complicated, and a bit hard to keep up with even while you're living it. It goes back a long time but also takes place in present time. My new home is his future and my birthplace is centuries in my past. Five centuries to be exact. Confused yet? Well, so am I.
There are so many places to pick up from and so many to use as a sort of start. Should I start with going back to my roots? Or would it be better to start with my earliest memory?
Anyway, here goes nothing.
The dreams started the day after I was adopted, I think. There may've been some before that but my memories of anything before my 17th birthday are hazy and faces are blurred so I wouldn't know what I was seeing.
Dad said I was like a gift from Heaven. They'd just lost their daughter a year ago when they found me, hurt, scared and lost. He brought me inside and the light stung my eyes after staying aimlessly through the night. He said I had slashes all over, like someone had tried to cut me and left me to bleed out. I was already healing when he called his wife to look at me.
She made me strip off my odd clothes and let her, a nurse, see my wounds. He calmed me while I hissed and growled like a feral animal as his wife administered first aid. The way his fingers stroked and pulled through my dirty and tangled hair made tears well up in my eyes for some reason. It was a gentle, familiar sort of touch but I couldn't remember why I cried. Maybe I remembered something back then. I doubted I'd really ever know.
He was the first to find my deformity: feline-like ears on my head. I had normal, human ears but I also had a pair of animal ears to heard better. But they were sensitive and I didn't like people messing with them so I jumped when he touched them by accident.
My furry ears confused me but I paid them no mind and neither did my parents. Mom, though at the time I just thought of her as a woman, asked me, "Where are you from? What's the last thing you remember?"
I didn't know what to say or if I could speak so I shook my head. To this day, I don't know if I shook my head to signal that I didn't remember anything or that I didn't want to.
"Sweetie, where are your parents?" I just bawled like a child after hearing the question. "Dearie, where are they? What happened to you?" He was sweet to me and patient while his wife's eyes watched me suspiciously.
"Did they do this to you?" I looked at her, through my tears, in disgust as I shook my head again. "Who did this?"
"They," I hiccuped, "killed Mommy and Daddy! I continued to bawl for the rest of the night until they put me to rest in their daughter's room, wearing clean clothes and new bandages. They checked on me, wiping away the tears I cried in my sleep, and after a few days, I was their second child.
"You were so little and so thin I was afraid of you'd fly away. I just knew we had to take you in. It was like Heaven sent you like a message from our daughter saying sorry for leaving but you needed us more." Dad was a dreamer but Mom was more realistic.
"She needed somebody but it didn't have to be us. It doesn't mean that our Sayako sent her. It just means that she was hurt." She refused to even start to compare me to her lost daughter but I really don't mind. I'm kind of glad really. That when I was, they guessed, 17 years old.
Sorry, I got off-track. My first dream was less hazy than the ones that followed it. I could hear myself laughing and a boy growling at me. More laughter came from adults watching us as we played, innocently as all children did. My ears were plain to see and I was cherry-cheeked and laughing out of happiness.
"It's your turn, Sesshomaru!" I called out to him. I was happy, an innocent child who wanted nothing but to play with my beloved friend. He ran after my retreating form and wrestled me to the ground and all the while, I was laughing. A small smile tugged on his lips, silver hair, which was barely past his shoulders, made a curtain so the adults couldn't see when he looked at me with a sort of affection in his eyes.
"You're it, Hotaru." He said in a quiet, yet beautiful whisper. I loved this moment, this place, this person…There was nowhere I'd rather be and contentment flooded through me as I watch the young me squirm out of his grip and while he evaded my attacks. I saw my eyes look into his with a warm look of love.
When I woke up, I couldn't remember his face. Only…silver hair, the smell of fresh grass on his clothes, and light golden eyes. I was crying in my sleep, feeling lonely, out of place. I wanted to be there, not here. That's where I belonged.
They taught me everything I needed to know and slowly, I opened up and became less like a wild animal. But the dreams stayed with me, the faces fading from my memory every time I awoke, sad and lonely. After my twenty-first birthday, it got to a point where I couldn't remember them that well at all. Only the same details lingered, like a haunting memory that refused to disappear completely, afraid of death.
I'd become sort of famous in Tokyo and surrounding areas through the modeling job I got when I was eighteen. They thought that, while it scared me, time's inability to outwardly affect me made me perfect for the job.
"Megumi!" I looked up from my phone and took out my earbuds. "They're ready for you in the makeup station!" I smiled at the man who ran all this way to inform me and got up, pushing my raven black hair over my shoulders and left my phone of the dressing table. I only really used it for an mp3 player so I didn't really care who took it.
The artists at the makeup station were total sweethearts. They fawned over my hair, saying that it only got silkier and more beautiful with time. They said my eyes were as beautiful as the sky. They thought it was odd that I was a dark haired Japanese girl with blue eyes and pale ski that seemed to glow lightly in the dark but they still thought I was a brilliant beauty.
"Like a firefly…" One of them once said and for some reason, tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn't even realize I had started crying until one of them asked me what was wrong.
They worked on me for only ten minutes before removing the apron from over my clothes and sending me out to the photographer. I smiled and posed for them as always, my mind off in another world. I was actually thinking about what my real parents must've been like when they told me I was free to go.
"Great work as always!" They called out to me as I left. I decided not to bother my manager with asking her to drive me so I walked to my next job instead, blue eyes covered with sunglasses and wearing baggy clothes.
I passed a group of high school girls and froze. One of them was…She smelled wrong, like she had the faintest traces of another world's scent on her. Her friends might not have noticed but my nose was almost impossibly sharp.
I spun around to follow her, calling the studio to cancel my next job. I couldn't let this lead go when that smell was one I remembered from my dreams. She was uneasy and I think she might've noticed me following her but never stopped to confront me.
That's how I found myself in front of the Higurashi shrine, feeling awkward and slightly scared. I was never one for religion, unable to put so much faith in something. Well, unless you considered the dreams something I had faith in. I was convinced they were real and put my faith in them but I was religion free.
Still, I climbed the stairs slowly and hid behind a storeroom. I felt like what I was doing was wrong, I knew that it was, but I couldn't think of another way. I knew I couldn't ask my questions for her aloud and make them clear enough to understand. So I had to watch, to see the truth with my own eyes.
Sometime before nightfall, the girl left the house and went to the old well shed. I watched as she went in but after an hour, I didn't see her leave. Curious beyond belief, I went inside, deciding to just take my chances with asking…
…but she wasn't in there.
I looked down into the well. It was empty, only dirt at the bottom. Some crazy part of my mind said to jump in. That made no sense to me at all but I went ahead and swung my legs over, into the well, while sitting on the old wooden edge. With one deep breath I pushed off the side and fell into the well, expecting to hit the bottom.
But to my surprise, I just kept falling.
Feel free to tell me what you think so far. There will be future OOCness but for now you don't have to worry much.