Kagome sits in the dust and writes insanity.
She traces it slowly and carefully, as neat as her textbooks, and she writes it in the modern language of her time, just to be safe. Virtually none of the villagers can read, but she can't be certain, and it's better to be safe than sorry.
That's one of the many things that she's learned since the well closed. She's also learned how to make her own soap. Kagome likes soap. Especially when it smells like flowers. Or honey. Honey can be used in poultices to help prevent infection.
She shakes her head—she's doing it again. It's hard to keep focused sometimes, to stay on one train of thought, when she's not going through the mindless repititions of medicine making. Sango said that she was overworking herself, but Kagome likes to keep busy.
It helps her ignore the empty space beside her where Inuyasha's supposed to be.
Four years ago, when she and Inuyasha were pulled into the in-between space of the well and surfaced on the opposite sides, her heart had stopped. It had taken a few hundred volts of electricity to bring her back to life, and it had still taken weeks for her to recover completely.
There was no electricity in the feudal era. So when she had jumped back eagerly last year, there was no golden eyed half demon waiting for her. Her reason for leaving her family, friends, and home, simply… didn't exist anymore.
It's crazy, that he could actually die. Insanity. She traces it out in the dirt again. Her eyes are burning slightly, but Kagome doesn't want to cry anymore. So she keeps drawing words in the dirt.
Hello, Mom, Gramps, Sokka, how are you?
Saltwater drips between the lines. She ignores it.
It's been a year since I left home. How's soccer? How's the shrine?
She's sitting where a house will sit five centuries in the future. Maybe her message will get to them, somehow.
I miss y
"Kagome-sama!"
The voice is a child's voice—it's one of the villagers that she's teaching about first aid. She runs up to where Kagome is sitting and stops, taking deep gasping breaths with her hands on her knees.
"Father had… accident… horse… stables…blood. Everywhere."
A plea for help follows the staggered explanation, but Kagome doesn't hear it. She's already moving, casually brushing away the past minutes of introspection and regret as she runs over her letter toward the village. It may be crazy, but it's her life now. Kagome is a priestess, whether the Shikon no Tama exists or not.
And she doesn't want anyone else to lose a loved one.
She runs faster.