Hello! MistressofthePen here with a new and somewhat different Inuyasha fanfic. It's something that's been in the works for some time now and God, did I ever debate on this one! I've never been big on original characters, but when I started to ponder over who would be the perfect match for Sesshomaru, a new person came to mind. If you'll just bear with me, I'm sure I can come up with something that won't disapoint! ^-^
Genre: Humor, romance, slice of life, josei.
Rating: Teen, may turn into M later in the fic, but for now T.
Summary: Set post-manga. Imagine for a moment that a girl from Kagome's time comes to the Sengoku Jidai the same way Kagome did. Now imagine the girl is a hanyou, but not by birth the way Inuyasha is, instead she's a genetically enhanced human that escaped from a research facility that was keeping her prisoner. Imagine for a moment this girl got the blood in her veins from someone in the Sengoku Jidai, now imagine the look on everyone's faces when they find out she's pregnant and that the father of her child is none other than the misanthropic youkai Sesshomaru? Imagine the look on Sesshomaru's face when he finds out? Join me as we watch this unconventional relationship akwardly blossom, catch up with the Inu-gang in their post battle lives, and just laugh our asses off with each and every chapter!
Pairings: Sesshomaru and Ebetsu (an original character).
Nightfall, Mondern Day Japan
"Strange," Souta whispered, staring out the window.
"Hm?" His grandfather asked, a little too loudly. The old man turned the radio next to him down, "What's strange boy?"
Souta extended an arm out the window, running his hand across the horizon, "Tokyo seems quieter than usual, don't you think?"
The old man stopped tinkering with some "authentic" water demon claws and listened. Indeed the city was quiet, other than the occasional car passing by and a dog or two barking in the distance nothing but silence filled the air, rare in a metropolis like Tokyo.
"Hmm, very true Souta. Perhaps it's an omen," he suggested.
"Everything's an omen to you, Grandpa,"
The old man puffed up, his wrinkled eyes narrowing at his grandson, "Kids these days; so dull and dumbed down by television, you don't believe in anything you can't see. Well let me tell you, this world is full of things that just can't be explained, things far more mysterious and magical than you could ever imagine."
"Like those?" Souta asked, pointing to the paper mache hand molds on his grandfather's desk.
"Fine don't believe your wise, old grandpa," his grandfather said, ignoring the question, "I'm telling you boy, the silence is an omen, a sign that something is coming."
"Souta, time for bed!" Souta's mother called from the bottom of the stairs. The boy rose and started towards the hallway to his bedroom, "Don't worry, Gramps, I believe you. After all, look where my sister is." he said with a smile.
While the inhabitants of the Higurashi shrine lay still, their minds deep in peaceful and non-sensical dreams, the rooftops were alive with movement.
The newly rising moon was obscured for a moment by a slender silhouette as it rushed by. A girl with nothing to protect her naked body from the brisk early morning but a ripped hospital gown was running across the metal roof of a shanty house. Though she had been running for nearly two hours straight, her face held no sign of fatigue, no sweat and nothing but calm breathing. With a light hop, she cleared the 30ft wide span between buildings, landing on the other side with no more than a 'pap'.
Squinting, her eyes scanned far beyond the ability of a normal human, three blocks down to a shrine on a hilltop, she had to get away and that might be her best bet.
"THERE SHE IS!" someone shouted, the girl whirled around to see men in white coats running towards her, guns and a net in their arms. She scowled at them before turning and running in the direction of the shrine. "WAIT, STOP!" she heard them call. She leapt down from the three-story building and dashed into the shadows of the alleyway. Sirens slowly filled the air, above her a helicopter was making passes over the buildings. "0124, you're ordered to stop and surrender! Our guards have authorization to open fire," the words from the pilot chilled her a bit, but not enough to surrender.
Death was better than going back to the hell she just escaped.
Finding the last of her nerve, the girl broke out of the shelter of the alley and tore down the street; her presence alarmed a few neighborhood dogs, who barked loudly into the night. The men were on her soon after, shooting at her legs to slow her down.
She screamed as one grazed her leg and stumbled a bit before recovering and regaining her pace. Within seconds she was safely away from the men on foot and most of the cars, but the helicopter, unbridled by traffic was able to keep after her; its light constantly giving her location away.
The tall trees around the shrine were a Godsend, keeping the helicopter at bay. It hovered to stop its course, then whizzed around to come in on the other side, where less trees stood.
She sprinted up the steps and looked around for a place to hide, the main shrine was open, offering her no shelter from her pursuers, and the second shrine was boarded up. The girl could smash the doors in but it the effort would be in vain if the broken boards just gave her position away. The graze on her leg was worse than she thought, blood gushed down her ankle, the pain was bearable thanks to her adaptations, but it meant bloody footprints were leading them straight to her.
'Kami...please...' the girl fought the urge to give up; tears threatened her eyes at the thought of her capture.
"HERE ARE SOME FOOTPRINTS!" she heard a man at the bottom of the hill call out, the chopper was nearby too. The girl ran to the last place she could think of: a dingy shed at the entrance of the temple. The door had been left unlocked, but she was doubtful there was any place to hide. She entered the door and locked it behind her, praying with all her might they wouldn't get in.
The girl turned and nearly lost her balance; she teetered over the edge of the step for a moment before grabbing at the railing to steady herself.
There were stairs…stairs that led a path 10 feet down into a well. For some strange reason, as soon as she saw it, she couldn't take her eyes off of it. It was unimpressive, a wooden water well half-buried in the dirt, it shouldn't have caught the girl's attention at all but there was just something about it, something dark.
The girl slowly made her way down to the bottom, not for fear of the strange aura emitting from the well, but because one; she didn't want to make unnecessary noises and two because she wasn't in the condition to take a fall if one of the creaky steps gave way.
Hesitantly, she peered over the side of the well. A foot or so of the inside was visible before disappearing into pitch black, cold air drifted upwards from the bottom, drifting around her hair and face. To the girl, a few things stood out, for one the well didn't smell musty like the rest of the shed, her sensitive nose caught no signs of neglect, she would even swear she smelled the scent of jasmine. Another thing was that there were footprints on the railing of the well, small ones.
"BAM! BAM! BAM!' the girl whirled around and looked up at the entrance in time to see soldiers kick it down, "DON'T MOVE!" one man screamed, pointing his sniper at her, "SHE'S HERE! THE TARGET IS DOWN HERE!"
Whatever the man said afterward was lost to the girl as she backed away too far, caught the side of the well with the back of her knees and plunged head first into the dank darkness.
"NO!" A man in a white lab coat pushed through the encroaching soldiers and vaulted down the steps to the well, he peered into the well, waiting for a thud or splash of some kind, when nothing came he turned to one of the soldiers, "Give me a flashlight!" he demanded, arm stretched out. The soldier complied and looked over the railing along with the man in the white coat. The light bounced off of the walls and ivy before coming to rest...
On nothing more than the muddy and empty bottom.
The man's eyes widened, "Impossible...!"
The girl was falling, like a raven that had been shot down from the heavens. Her short, ebony locks danced wildly around her unconscious face, limbs swaying as she plummeted into the unknown. In her mind, no matter which way she looked at it she failed, whether she was caught and murdered, or fell to her death, she was a failure to that which she tried her damnedest to protect.
'I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...'
She came to surrounded by the darkness that had swallowed her hours ago, but with one significant difference; she was no longer falling. Instead her body was splayed across the damp earth that she concluded was the bottom of the well.
Slowly, she rose to a sitting position and looked around, 'I'm still in the well, but why? They should have retrieved me by now,' she was just as concerned as she was relieved. She hadn't died, she wasn't in the clutches of those maniacs, but that didn't mean they weren't at the top, waiting. She tried to open her left eye, only to have dried dirt infiltrate the sensitive organ.
The girl looked up. The soft morning light drifted into the topmost part of the well, above that, a deep blue sky.
'Sky? The well is in a shed, how can there be sky?' she wondered, she cocked her head to see if she could see anything else. She then stood still for a moment, her pointed ears on the alert for any movement from above, there was no footsteps, no voices.
Just the harmonic twittering of birds.
Deciding that there wasn't much she could do in her current position, the girl jumped up, claws unsheathed in case someone was there and out of the well.
What she saw amazed her.
Nothing. There was nothing from the night before, no shed, no temple, no city! Just…lush forest as far as the eye could see.
"What the hell is this place?" she asked aloud.
A rustle to the left of her made the girl jump, before she could react a boy in a black and violet monk outfit and a girl, clad in a kimono stepped out of the bushes, deep in a lover's quarrel.
"I wasn't peeping on the girl!"
"I saw you with my own eyes!"
"O.k. yes I was there, but only out of the fear that she would pass out in the hot spring!"
"LISTEN MONK, I-"
Both the boy and girl froze when the realized they weren't alone and turned, almost in perfect syncopation to look at the girl before them.
The girl was a horrible mess, a strange tattered cloak of some sort barely hung onto her small body, dirt and blood covered most the visible flesh, and the left side of her hair and face was matted with mud, as though she fell asleep in the dirt.
The girl in the kimono stepped forward, "Um...are you o.k?" she asked.
The runaway stared at the two, as though she wasn't sure they were real. "W-where are the men?"
"What men?"
"The men...the men with guns, and the shrine, where is the shrine?" she asked, growing anxious.
"Guns?" the girl in the kimono asked the monk, who just shrugged. He then looked past his friend to the new girl, "There has never been a shrine here, miss...?"
"Ebetsu, Toshiko Ebetsu," the girl responded, "There was a shrine here, a large one, where did this forest come from?" she asked.
"I'm sorry, Miss Ebetsu, but this has always been forest," he responded, "Perhaps you are ill, you seem to be in a less than o.k. state."
Ebetsu's eyebrows furrowed, "I'm not ill!" she half-shouted, pointing to the well, "There was a shrine when I fell in there, and now there is just a forest! How do you explain that,"
At that moment a strange look of realization came over the two. The girl in the kimono stepped forward, "Y-you came from the well?" she asked.
Ebetsu nodded. The girl in the kimono walked up to her and looked her over, "Her clothes do seem strange...perhaps she too..." she trailed off.
The monk nodded, "Miss Ebetsu, perhaps it would be best if you came with us," he said.
Ebetsu immediately jumped on the defensive, "You're with them aren't you? The men in the white coats?"
The monk stared wide-eyed at her, then at the girl in the kimono, begging for an answer.
"Ebetsu-san," the girl cooed, "I don't know whom you are speaking of, but I do know someone who may provide you with answers."
Ebetsu stared at the girl for a moment, gauging as to whether or not she could be trusted, but the girl's gentle eyes proved too much for her and so she gently began coaxing Ebetsu in the direction from where they came.
The monk removed his over robe and draped it over her shoulders, "Do you think she is of Kagome's world?" he asked. The girl in the kimono nodded and slowly the three made their way to the only person who could help them.