Soooooooooooooooooooo, let's just say this is my first Inuyasha Fanfiction, and I would definitely say I'm nervous and scared if I get any reviews or anything so errr...yah. I EXCEPT flames and also I do not own Inuyasha characters only mine :)
Have you ever thought about if there ever was another world out there, with the same air we breathe, with the same growing trees and rivers with streams? Are they humans, angels, or even demons on another same Earth alike? That is where I come in, I squirmed into that planet and I never came out. What planet I'm talking about? It's called the Sengoku-Jedii (let's just say it's a planet not an era ;)), the Edo era, that's where I'm stuck at. Want me to tell you my story of how I got stuck on this bizarre planet? Well then, I shall.
Prologue
To first start off, my 'irrelevant' name is Sakura Hikaru, 15 years old, living in an ancient shrine house in Kyoto, Japan, 1834. Comparing me to many of Kyoto women, I look very different. I am a very tall woman with long plain black hair and to top it off, brown eyes. My hair is always in a braid with a Blossomed Honey Sickle flower in it, representing my first name, and also I always wear my Kimono that is a one-piece white silky dress that only the wealthy wear. Even though my family and I are wealthy, we never showed it in any way.
Why? For the past 50 years or so many Bandits and Robbers would steal the wealthy, and leave the poor, well, poor. The first time we got robbed, they stole almost all our possessions and ancient holdings, and ever since then, we kept it in our Honey Orchard where an old Well was kept in secret. Since I was just a very young girl, I would always go to the hidden Well and pray to the ancients and legends who became our heroes. When I always left to the Orchard I would always call it "Sakura's Orchard." Ha! They would always huff in amusement or snort a remark saying an Orchard and a Well can never be owned. But I would always just yell back saying,
"I do not own it! I'm their only friend!"
Hmmm… Memories, but after awhile, I went less and less, only going for occasions for advice. When until now on March 22, 1834, on my 15th birthday, do I now sit here on my knees, by the now covered Well with weeds and flowers, depressed. Why? Well, on every women's 15th birthday they are to be wedded to another wealthy family to pass their traditions from the men's side of the family. It just happened to be me this time, the youngest of already two wedded sisters. My two sisters were never really there to support me when I would get into trouble or getting a punishment for not doing my 'womanly' duty to practice of being a wife and mother. Oh, how I hated bowing to a man who had no respect to women in anyway and that was my teacher and Father, Jurou Hikaru. He would tell me to keep my eyes casted down and walk with my head held high to show the servants who work at any wealthy mans house, that she is in second command.
Any ways, back to reality I shifted my aching legs in a comfortable position where they felt like they've been under intense weight for hours on end. I let out a sigh as the morning sun was a brilliant warmth and a calming breeze passed by, bringing some of the Honey sickle petals floating aimlessly to the ground. I kept my gaze on the now old vacant wooden Well. Full grown Tulip flowers hanging loosely around the square shaped opening of the Well. My eyes drifted slowly down the length of the ancient of the disappearing water tunnel when my gaze finally rested on the old carving on a large flat stone that was left long ago. It said in plain words, To blossom a Honey Sickle, it takes time. To blossom love, it takes-, that's where the stone was I'm guessing, scratched off or was never finished. I always wondered what those last words were my whole life, but my mind just comes up… blank. The words would always replay in my mind thinking of anything that will finish that ancient saying, but I always come up with, obviously, nothing.
But the big problem rather than that riddle is will I ever find a way out of my now disastrous future?
Hope you liked the prologue! I know it's short and simple, but the regular chapters will be in the 1-2 thousand word range, and that shall be a promise. So your wondering why no Inuyasha or the gang is in here yet? They will be, but sometimes there's a thing called patience. Also I will update every Thursday!
So I hope you like the little Chapt.! Review Please with a cherry on top!
Peace!