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A/N: So there wont be any confusion in the future (I hope there isn't but just in case =w=')

The letter = a character in the series/movie/manga/anime/book (p.s It's not going to be the first letter of the characters name)

The number after it is the first part, or second, or third ect. ect. of that chapter

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When the dark haired battle-worn female snapped her eyes open, what she expected to see after falling back inside the well (not out of her own choice) was tattered dirt filled uniform barely holding up by its seams because of all the attacks and hits and so many sneak ups like the coward that man is. Her own dry and wet blood mixing with the demon's that managed to get close enough for a hit or a couple before she managed to incinerate them purely by herself (She can take them on, she told them.)

She took them on. Ahh Kagome kagome you idiot! Her thoughts mercilessly assaulted her one after another as that man saw a rare opportunity of the miko actually having an opening without one of her companions near her (she swears she can even hear the evil background music of every cliche bad guy as he laughs dramatically while rubbing his hands together for affect) and he did Something (if that man gave her a hickey* she was gonna come back from the dead and haunt his ass) that paralyzed her body which by the seconds it took for her to hear everyone yelling her name in a panic, weightlessness consumed her and she was dropping backwards to her time, the strange light (Was it a different color that time?) that always lit up becoming a tad (that was a bit of an underestimate, her body being burned alive was more like it) hotter than ever, then a welcome unconscious as her faded thoughts wondered why she was being seemingly calm (she wasn't, there was just so much to take in in such a short amount of time there was barely a second to actually think on what was happening.)

And now this. This. This. Staring wide eyed—are those even eyes? W...what in the world was in front of her...? (By now she considered herself rather knowledgeable on youkai but this- This was more of appearing like advanced technology from the future of her present..) if the creature; robotic life-form?; in front of her was actually...Her (the peculiar childlike wave the feminine figure did confirmed That) then no. Being whatever This was she did not expect.

Wincing and staring in slow realization and some small amount of fascination at how her now white (that was literally the color of her face now) features smoothly moved along with her action to create a kind of cringing look.

Body frozen, eyes (holy shit, pale blue glowing pair of almost almond shaped lights was what they now looked like!) warily eyeing herself. (Because knowing how oh so Great her luck was, she would somehow manage to find a way to impale herself by accident while trying to stand up. So no. No moving for now.)

There were hardly any colors, main ones decorating the figure (because she wasn't so sure how she felt on calling this strange graceful looking form hers) being a soft pink (Armor? Wha-) that were shaped in spheres (or ovals?) on the outside of her white metallic thighs in pairs of three (that were smaller as they ended near her knee; why the hell was this so symmetrical?). The fact that she looked like she was wearing one of them bikinis ('Triangle bikini steel bracket, it's on sale Kagome!' her friends back at home groused over it too many times for her to not remember, sigh, and so many other recent thing's she'd have a harder time remembering later on) was embarrassing (-Was this normal?) and she really hoped that wherever she was, it didn't mean she was naked (She'd rather be stuck as That man's handcuffed partner*).

Why does it look like she has criss-cross gloves connecting to the Supposed strap; not exactly since it looks more like a sleeve strap with the glove(Everything was armor wasn't it oh my god—) lines connected like that; and the soft pink turning a more purple then dark violet once her glowing eyes reached the hands—she drew a sharp intake of breath, not realizing when she had stopped breathing and dammit that's not normal! She looked like the god damn metallic robot version of the Shikon Jewel! Augh!

Not caring anymore, she slapped the perplexing appendages over her face. A groan of pure frustration. Where the hell was she!? That damn spider! Her friends must be so worried and what now? Oh god, what now?! Will she never see her friends again?! Her family! Where the hell did the Shikon Jewel go! She really, really hopes it didn't somehow connect or enter her in hopes of living through whatever sent her here.—Where was here anyway ...

Multiple chaotic thoughts entered and left just as quickly as the next replaced it while she raised her head from where it was bowed in her vulnerable moment of depression, but only one thing came out of her mouth (soft metallic?) when the dark armored white hands lowered, pale baby blues filled with clear liquid automatically raised when she noticed another difference to this figure.

"My hair. . ."

She didn't care how mournful she sounded, or how the familiar but different liquid fell in swift strides down her face framed by the unfamiliar soft pink metal. What kind of head piece was this supposed to be. . .? It looked like she was sporting a rather-(she couldn't believe she was actually gonna say attractive) bob ending down then inwards towards her white neck, four pieces of dark violet (pair on each side of her head) turned back while lowering as they end. The bangs (The front piece of the metal on her face) were less of bangs and more of head gear. It was in an upside down W form, the middle looking like a V with more view for the glowing things replacing the eyes.

But! Not the silky blue black she's always had, which she received from her mama and papa's genes...nor the battle dirt default which she was already used to by now because of never actually caring to pick her hair up in battle with her friends...

The clear cool liquid swiftly sliding down smooth white metal was ignored. (Distantly, she wasn't the least bit relieved when at least That was familiar. -sniffs-. She wasn't.)

"Excuse me, are you alright?"

And didn't That just spook to hell out of her! The body in front of her (she was staring at a mirror or a type of material similar—why was it so god damn glossy and squeaky clean?) jumped from her (legs to the side of her and hand's holding her weight in front) position on the pavement, back straightening and both hand's clasping towards where her heart was supposed to be, her head flinched to the side at where the direction of the baritone voice came from, baby blues filled with cool liquid continuously sliding down immediately locked with clear blue light's (wait eyes-eyes) less pale blue and more a light sky but no less clearer.

The second she did, her eyes widened and body tensed completely. He was Huge! She would bet that the top of her head would maybe reach his elbows (or that red metal part where it might be the elbow in these robots; the bodies were strangely human-like. . .)

"There is no need to be afraid. I will not hurt you." The voice soothed calmly, Kagome mentally mused how many times she was told that in the past. Humorous really. The baby blue's stared back steadily into sky bright one's (and she was now seeing that they were really alike humans in the sense of eyes too. The pity she could do without though. She was fine. Perfectly fine.)

"I'm fine." When her voice came out as more of a chocked cough, she blinked bewildered eyes downwards towards her throat. What now?

"Are you sure?" Why was this guy (and she was going on her limb with that cause there was thankfully some differences here) trying so hard to help her anyway? Pale blue widened. Was she on the verge of getting kindly mugged? Was that even a thing here? Suspicious blue's gazed back at the relaxed form of the large being next to her.

Blinking bemused wide eyes at the abruptness of his small laughter, she coughed, trying to get her throat back to work. Her eyes narrowed almost petulantly. "What?"

So she was acting a little unlike herself. Put yourself in her position at the moment and see how well you fare. She had all the right at the moment to be a little bit more bitchy and irritated. (She was well out of the point of even wailing in depression; she was gonna get back whether she had to threaten the Shikon Jewel inside her or die trying.)

"Ah, I apologize." She stared in puzzlement at his apologetic clear blue lights. "I didn't laugh as a mean's to offend you, it was in response to a memory in my processor." He chuckled.

. . .What? Alright so if she treated everything in technological terms...ahh. The baby blue's brightened for a second, understanding filled her. "—you alright..?" She blinked, metallic smooth lip plates lowering at the edges. Why does he keep asking that? He must have noticed her apprehension and curiosity since he answered her smoothly with a worried tone, "You haven't stopped crying since ..."


*Hickey - Kagome may or may not have read some Naruto manga, flustering when the action looked weird. She drew some weird conclusions.

*handcuffed partner - Death Note references ftw!