How I met my Mother
Summary: Having lived too long a human life and still going, Mother Kagome is not as pleasant as in her mortal days. Or so her second child thinks. To find out what makes her mother tick, or not tick in this matter, she sets out on a journey to her only clue, the past down the well. Canonish AU. A story told in drabbles.
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Disclaimer: I would have had Kagome wear something more than just....that thing she wears, especially in winter, if I owned the story.
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Taking a deep breath, her head grew dizzy and she closed her eyes to stabilize herself for a moment. Her nose was not accustomed to so much lack of pollution in the air. For a brief second she wondered if she could die of oxygen poisoning here, but dismissed it into the back of her mind. Modern people should just enjoy this rare opportunity of environmental bliss without such joyless thoughts, and without having to fly off to some Caribbean islands.
Wow. Japanese people not dying with tainted lungs. Yes. Must be nice here.
Birds chirping, leaves rustling, forest so clean you could practically hear the trees breathing, the perfect setting to make modern human stop and wonder and treasure in memory, but she did not stop nor consciously appreciate this scenery one bit.
She only had determination to achieve her self-set goal without which she would not go home. Failure would not be accepted this time. She would not leave this picture book place without having learned the way to ...
A look. A turn. And she walked away with a sweep of her kimono, one broken sleeve, one damn expensive broken sleeve, and leaving countless nameless, or so she hoped, broken, slaughtered victims in her wake. Her hidden feet stopped for one second in midstride and their owner spoke to her. The first words in a long long time. She suck in a breath and couldn't let it out. Her mother's very voice sent her small frame into involuntary shudder and she wondered for the millions time since ...that special point in time that she just can't remember, why she still bothered.
"Get lost."
...well, to placate her mother.
She did not know, however, that said mother was the one who inherited her with those hard-headed-fool tendencies.
Thus, Hikari Higurashi set foot into the village.
End Note: Inofficial prompt drabble theme "Breath", 307 words, posted Nov 12, 09. Reviews, drabble theme suggestions, whatever are very appreciated! ;)