Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of Sengoku Otogizoushi - InuYasha or Naruto. for they belong to Takahashi Rumiko and Kishimoto Masashi, respectively, along with many other companies. I am only borrowing their characters and settings and plots; they shall be returned in their original condition when I'm done. I swear.

From Wells and Scrolls
Written for HalfBlackWolfDemon for the prompt: "Special Summoning Technique"

Three years. She had waited three years for this moment—the moment of return.

Of course, she had not been anxiously awaiting as it had been a choice—her choice—not to return. Naraku had been defeated, the shikon no tama wished out of existence, and Kikyō had been laid to rest. To stay or return would be a permanent decision. And she owed Mama, Sōta and Jīchan enough to stay and get her degree. So she stayed. So she gave them three years worth of her constant presence.

Now that that was done, and she had three years worth of goodbyes, she could focus on another adventure. One called "love".

And so—

"Inuyasha...I want to be with you."

"It's been awhile since I've found you in here, Kagome," her mother said.

For some reason, she was not startled. It had been this way for a while for her; she would almost say that she was depressed to the point of where nothing could really startle her anymore. And perhaps it was true. She did not turn to look at her mother as she walked down the stairs, instead she leaned more of her weight into her arms against the lip of the well.

"Mama. I think—"

And then, she could see the sky shining brightly in the bottom of the well, calling to her, responding to her desire to return. All it would take now is just one little hop.

"It's OK, Kagome," her mother said as she touched Kagome's shoulder. "We all understand. If you want to go, then you should."

She turned and embraced her mother for what could be—and was, in truth, she knew—the last time. Mothers could not follow where she wanted to go.

"Mama...thank you."

Kagome let go of her mother and turned back to the well after far too short a time. Yet there was nothing else that needed to be said.

She hopped over the edge of the well with rusty ease—three years for her body, yet the action was too fond for her to ever forget—and embraced the adrenaline of free-falling into magic for the last time. Never looking back, only forward for the first time.

It took less than a minute for her to slip through time, yet she was only able to experience five seconds worth of familiar warm magic before it turned cold. It pulled and sucked at her navel and head, dragging her somewhere else. Ten seconds and the sky of the sengoku jidai disappeared from in front of her, and she tried to scream but found the sound sucked from her lungs.

"Gyaku Kuchiyose no Jutsu—Ichiko no Nippon."

...What?

It sounded like something out of one of her little brother's silly ninja video games. Despite the foolish words spoken with a feminine lilt, the pressure pulling her by her stomach and head increased, and she could almost feel herself being dragged through...through...whatever this magic was, if it was even magic. That was when an entirely different cold weight settled in her stomach: dread.

Ichiko—that was definitely her. In every way, no matter how she wanted to deny it.

Nippon—and that was definitely where she lived.

Oh, this just spelled out disaster. Especially since Inuyasha would never be able to come looking for her, and her family now believed her to be safe in the sengoku jidai. No one would even know what happened to her.

She clawed at the magic—whatever it was surrounding her—hoping desperately for something to grab onto, only to come back with nothing but aching arms.

Thirty seconds, and it all came to a jolting halt.

The magic that brought her to wherever "here" was faded, along with the darkness. It was nothing but swirling colors, rushing wind, and far too much dizzying pain and a possibly concussion bombarding her from every direction.

"It's a person!"

It was the first thing Kagome heard over her vertigo and pounding ears. The voice was feminine and seemed nice enough—and she liked to think she knew a thing or two about "nice enough" voices from her time spent in the sengoku jidai. Yet she could not for the life of her focus her eyes enough to catch a glimpse of anything. Everything was heavy and swirling, and she had a feeling she would hurl the second her eyes focused.

"No... It's a girl."

This voice was definitely male and rough, as though he had taken a blow to the throat before. Yet his aura showed a different possibility.

She felt the ground beneath her for the first time, and her stomach lurched. And for the first time in what seemed to be an eternity, her eyes finally focused instead of seeming to roll around in their orbitals.

It was funny. She could not remember Shippō having such a face, or whiskers, or blue hair—

"Hey! Her eyes are open! Just what kind of lame summon is this?"

And then she was simply too exhausted and achey to care anymore about faces, auras, and trying not to vomit.

This was originally going to be a one-shot, but then I decided to break it up into small chapters. Each chapter will be around this length, and there most likely will be between five-to-ten chapters. I haven't forgotten my other stories, and they will be updated tomorrow, along with this one and some new ones. So sorry about the long wait, but when one is grieving... Well... One is grieving.

Gyaku Kuchiyose no Jutsu—Ichiko no Nippon: lit. Reverse Summoning Technique—City/Market Child (AKA: another title for Miko) of The Sun's Origin (AKA: Japan)

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