Story told in drabbles.WARNING; You should know that there will be homosexual and nonmonogamous relationships.
Snow drifted down softly early that morning. The ground was covered in three inches by noon. Kagome was thankful for her winter boots, her mother had bought them for her years before. She wore a thick cream winter coat with white fur. In this cold she even had to put on layers of tights beneath her boot cut jeans. In villages she looked out of place. The villagers would whispered among themselves and keep clear of her.
When she was younger, she often thought of the life she would have if she had chosen this era. She would adopt the culture, clothing and customs. She would throw away her modern slang and even technology. But now 25 years later, looking not a day older than 21 Kagome had said fuck that.
25 years she had walked in this Era. It was not her own. She did not belong. She didn't mind that she looked out of place. It was true and she took pride in it.
While she could still time travel her family had told her not to return until years later. Souta looked at her kindly with a face aged passed her own. It made her feel so strange. Her brother once had the big eyes filled with admiration for his big sister. But now he looked at her with a healthy respect, pity and loss. It had definately stung. The oldest daughter of the Higarashi had not aged a day, but her younger brother was married and raising two young girls. She could not build a life in her time. Her brother and mother both left care packages and gifts in the well. She picked them up every month or so. It warmed her heart knowing she was still remembered and loved. But a small part of her felt like her family left them as they did flowers on her father's grave.
She wore all the clothes they would leave her; never bothering with the clothes of the time. She didn't care if it was noticed. THey could call her a demon, witch or whatever they liked. She did not care. She cheated with lighter to build fires, even though she could start them without one. She ate junk food and candies. Kagome felt that she had been cheated. Cheated out of her family and cheated out of a peaceful death. She should be allowed these small things. Kagome would continue on helping where she could and stayed out of what she couldn't.
Her thoughts wandered to the humans of the jewel hunters. Miroku and Sango had settled after Naraku's defeat. They rebuilt the Slayers village and had many children. Those who killed demons did so to protect. Outsiders and orphans had sought out the village. Miroku, Sango and her children were making the world better. Kagome did not want to remain in the Slayers village. People knew of her story. They called her a God. She did not age and yet she was no demon. Kagome wanted no part of that nonsense. But deep in her heart of hearts she could not watch her friends grow old and brittle. It would crush her.
Sango had sent a messenger bird weeks ago when Kagome had been deep in the North. One of the oldest of their children were troubled. He had been the child named after Sango's late brother Kohaku. If she recalled he was a bit of a runt with Miroku' s eyes. That had not specified why Kohaku wanted to travel with her. She sort of felt that they had wanted to give a companion but that thought was self centered. Kohaku was troubled and she would help him as much as possible.
The gates of the Slayers village opened to greet her. She shook her head of silly thoughts and marched forward. "Kagomeee!" A young girl rushed forward jumping in her embrace. She was only about 10 years old and her name was also Kagome of all things. Kagome smiled and held the girl that had grown so big in such a short time. Kagome the youngest of Sango and Miroku' s bunch. "Hello Gome. Aren't you dressed a little lightly for this weather?"
The younger Kagome flushed a bit. "Sorry... I ran from the house as soon as I heard you were approaching." Kagome inwardly fawned over the cute girl. "Then we should her back to your house then. You'll catch your death in this snow." Back in her time it was a joke. But in this Era it was a serious warning. They hurried to the biggest building in the center of the Slayers village. Along the way little Kagome chirped on about her training and the annoying things her brothers had done.
Miroku greeted them at the door. "Gome. It was too cold to go out in your sleeping kimono." He scolded lightly hurrying his youngest inside. "Care free isn't she?" Kagome smiled stepping inside, shedding her boots and winter coat. "She makes me feel old. But not as old as her sisters do. I'm fighting off boys with both hands." Of the six 4 were beautiful girls and two were twin boys. "That's karma for seducing all those fair maidens Miroku." She teased him and he frowned. "I wish Kohaku had my enthusiasm!" Miroku shook his head.
"He does...Just not towards those 'fair maidens.' He leans more towards battle hardened men." Sango had piped in from the hall practically glowing. Miroku almost fell over at his wife's comment. Kagome openly let out a small laugh. "Come into the Den. I don't know why this old monk has you chatting at the door." She lead them to the den where a young man with dark hair and intelligent violet eyes sat. He was dressed in a light kimono. His posture was tense and sword sat by his side. This was Kohaku. "Is he always like this?" Kagome motioned towards his straight face and rigid posture. "Only when he is nervous. Miroku has been having trouble with what he's confided in us." She didn't fail to smack the old monk when she felt his hand inch closer. She rolled her eyes. "What he doesn't realize the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Sango and Miroku sat comfortably beside their son. Kagome joined them sitting across the table. The young Gome brought tea and warm rice balls. She left them to their adult talk.
"So Kohaku... Why do you want to come with me?" Kagome probed. His stare was sort of unsettling but Sango and Miroku hadn't minded. Kohaku's eyes slid over to his mother as if asking her for permission. Sango huffed and smacked him on the back with a loud sound. Kohaku's face fell forward into the place of rice balls barely missing the cup of tea. "Kagome won't judge you Kohaku. She's the most understanding person you will ever know. You will explain your reasoning."
Kohaku sat up face covered rice. His eyes twinkled with mischief. "You know how my father enjoyed seducing fair maidens? I enjoy seducing men. Especially with taut muscles and preferably well endowed co-." It was Miroku's turn to push the boys face in the mashed plate of rice and meats. Miroku shook his head. "Kami what have I done to deserve this? Dear son how do you not understand the wonders of the female species?" Once again Kohaku sat up and wiped rice from his eye. "Father why don't you understand the wonders of the male species? Especially youkai have you not seen how nice their asses are?" A familiar look passed over Kohaku's face. One both Sango and Kagome have seen on the older monk. The women shared a look and said together "like father like son."
"Well Kohaku I don't care that you like men. I can see why you would want to come with me. People aren't as accepting as they are from my time... Even there people are still.. inclined to be be ignorant." Kohaku's body language relaxed and his face looked hopeful. "You can join me."