Hope for the Future
Chapter 1: Kagome
By: Technocoloredpaperclips
Summary: Kagome remains in the future only to discover a hidden underworld of youkai on the brink of revolution can she and a demon from her past work together in order to achieve peace?
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Her vision blurred as the gentle blue light from the well receded and she was left still grasping at the person that had been there but ten seconds ago. She sobbed bitterly clinging to the cold earth. InuYasha… his words ran circles through her mind and tore her heart to shreds, "You don't belong here. Go home." She cried even more bitterly as the memory of Kikyou entering the clearing from the shadows appeared in her minds eye. She knew his intention, he would return with Kikyou to hell.
She wouldn't have had the will to move if she hadn't thought of going back. Maybe she could stop him or Kikyou if she got back in time. What if they had already gone to hell with one another … now wasn't the time to think about that. She was going to save him. It wasn't too late.
She climbed the ladder inside the well slowly. Her arms ached with the effort of pulling her weak body up the rope ladder. Once on top of the well she stood on the lid.
She would save InuYasha even if it meant saving him from himself!
With that thought she jumped off of the lip of the well. The gentle blue light didn't engulf her in its normal loving embrace. She made contact with the cold hard dirt.
What? No. No. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be true.
"NOOOO!" she screamed as her voice was choked with tears. The well wouldn't work for her. When she needed it the most it wouldn't work for her. She pounded on the dirt, this couldn't be happening. It couldn't possible be true.
Her shoulders quaked from her sobs and her heart wrenched painfully. She realized that it was, in fact, possible to die from a broken heart. She would chose a physical affliction over the emotional onslaught she was experiencing. She curled into a ball; she was so helpless and prone… like always. InuYasha's betrayal seared through her heart and straight into the depths of her soul.
Was she really so awful to be with? So helpless, so stupid, that he would rather die than be with her? Was she that repulsive? Maybe if she hadn't sat him so much or if she had been a better shard-detector… maybe then he would have loved me. Maybe if she weren't so helpless he would have wanted to stay with her.
She attempted to transport herself through time and space once more. Her failure even more real. Her tears continued on into the night. She finally fell into a fitful sleep…exhausted from the exertion. She was stuck here forever…
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Dappled rays of light shone on the worn floorboards of the well house. Kagome lay at the bottom of the well slowly she became aware of her surroundings. Once again the emotions crashed down upon her, she felt as though she were being suffocated by her own grief and sorrow.
Despite the weakness of her soul and body she forced herself to climb the ladder and try it once more.
She made contact with the unforgiving earth once more, she cried out in pain. Beneath her, her arm jutted out at an uncommon angle.
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Arisu Higurashi was going about her morning chores, washing the dishes and preparing Souta his lunch before she went to work and he want to school.
She nearly dropped the dish she was drying when she heard a distant scream come from the well house. Kagome…
She ran from the house to the well. The floors of the old well house creaked as she ran down the stairs and to the lip of the well. She looked over the lip of the well to see her daughter a crumpled heap sobbing in pain.
"Kagome? Kagome, what's wrong?" Arisu worried looking at her daughter.
She was answered by sobbing. Arisu noticed the strange angle her daughter's arm was pointing at and knew it was probably broken. She probably couldn't move.
"Wait while I get some help." Arisu bolted from the well faster than she ever had in her life. She ran into the kitchen and told Souta to come with her and help move his sister out of the well. She would call the doctor after Kagome was out of the well.
Souta and she ran back into the well house and tried to retrieve Kagome. With some maneuvering they were able to remove the weakened Kagome from the well and walk to the house. She was still crying.
Arisu took note of her daughter's tears and knew that something more had happened, though Kagome's arm was broken her daughter rarely cried over an injury. These heart-wrenching sobs had less to do with her arm and more to do with something across the well. Souta and Arisu helped Kagome sit on their couch. She sat crying, she slumped over like a broken doll.
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He was dead.
By now Kikyou had dragged her dear friend and true love off to hell. Another sob racked her body as she fell deeper into sorrow. Not only was InuYasha dead but Miroku and Sango were as good as dead too. The well wouldn't open up and she would never see them again. She left Shippou behind without parents or a place to stay. She felt over-whelmed with guilt. She was the one that was supposed to be the godmother to Sango and Miroku's first child. She was supposed to look after Shippou. Now she was 500 years away from her duties. She cried even more.
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Her mother drove her to the hospital while she still cried, though the tears had long since grown silent. She had no energy to cry any harder, she was lost within herself failing to keep her head above the deep sorrow within.
InuYasha… his cocky grin, his ears, his gentle eyes, even his curses… memories of him came flooding into her mind and fantasies of what the 17 year old school girl could have had with him.
The arrived at the hospital. There were people bustling around hurriedly. . She really didn't take much notice, barely feeling the pain in her arm. She and her mother sat in the waiting room, her exhaustion once again took over and she fell back into her fitful sleep.
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The hospital visit and the week or so after were a blur. Her mind was a foggy haze of painkillers, which not only assisted her physical pain but also her emotional pain for the first few days. She was unable to grasp onto thoughts and ideas. Grasping onto the stinging sensations of guilt and loss were also impossible. It was though her mind was filled with floating papers in a windstorm. They fluttered past but she was unable to hold on before the wind snatched it away. It was probably better that way.
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A/N: So this is the beginning… I guess sort of generic beginning but it gets better.