Hello everyone!
Just a little AN before the story actually starts.
I adopted this story from "Julia N SnowMiko" so if you want to go check out some of her other stories, I would recommend her.
She is a wonderful writer that didn't have the time to finish this story, but didn't want it to go unfinished and she has allowed me the honor of finishing the amazing story that she started.
I have made a couple changes, but nothing too big.
I am NOT changing the story AT ALL.
Just some grammar and flow issues.
Now that, that is over onto the disclaimer.
I own nothing but the plot.
All other ownership rights go to the original author of the characters.
Now on with the story…
FINALLY!
Chapter one
/A Baby Girl Is Born\\\
Hojo paces back and forth outside of the hut, waiting, listening to his wife's moans.
It was the first day of winter and they were expecting a baby.
He stops all of a sudden when he hears at the sound of a baby's cry.
Keade, who is 18, comes out and says "Mr. Higurashi, it's a girl."
She motions for him to come in.
He rushes in to kneel by his wife Rin, she looks tired.
Rin has dark brown hair, bright blue eyes that have golden flecks and her face is flushed.
Hojo then looks down to the baby girl in her arms.
She has inch long raven black blue-ish hair with a red highlight starting from the front of her bangs to the end of her hair in the back.
She also has raven black ears with the tips being red.
In the middle of her forehead is a red star outlined with dark blue.
Below her eyes there are two stripes, the top ones are lightning blue the bottom ones are red.
Her tail is raven black blue-ish, the end of her tail is red.
Hojo couldn't tell the color of the baby girls eyes because she was crying with her eyes closed.
When Hojo looked up into Rins' eyes he could tell she already picked a name.
Rin whispered, only loud enough for Hojo to hear.
"Kagome" she said with a smile.
/First memories\\\
:::Kagome's POV:::
My name is Kagome Higurashi, I am nine years old.
And this is my life story.
It's early in the morning and I am wearing a dress my mommy used to wear when she was little.
I'm standing in front of an oval shaped mirror admiring the way my mommy did my hair.
My hair goes two inches below my shoulder since my mommy curled it.
If it was straight it would go all the way down to my waist.
The red star on my forehead is brighter then when I was born.
The dark blue outline is still the same.
The stripes are the same just a tad bit darker.
My eye color, starting from the slit pupil, is green that then fades into gold, with a few silver flecks.
I have long sharp nails that are the color of midnight blue.
I was getting ready to go to the market initial the village to buy some vegetables for the chicken soup mommy was making.
Since I was an only child I couldn't wait to go because I knew my friends would be there.
Sango is like my sister, she has a fraternal twin named Souta.
Since it's been a while since I last saw them, I don't remember exactly what they look like.
I do remember she said she wanted to introduce me to someone she has a crush on.
She said his name is Miroku.
Before I could go out the door mommy stopped me.
"Kagome, aren't you forgetting something?" She said this while pulling out a red and black headband and a tan pouch.
"Uhm... Maybe..." I gave her a toothy grin.
She then placed the headband on top off my ears.
I hated having to wear it.
It crushes my ears sometimes.
So before it did I flattened my ears against my head.
Then she put the pouch on my and tucked my tail in.
"There. Now don't-" she started to laugh because I was wagging my tail.
"I know mommy, don't wag my tail and try to make sure that my ears do twitch. Otherwise my ears will knock my headband off"
That's when I notice the sad look she's trying to hide.
And I know why.
About two or three years ago my daddy was killed by the villagers because the charm to hide his demon looks ran out or someone took the charm off.
Once the villagers had seen him for what he really was they grabbed their weapons and attacked.
He had no idea what was wrong until he was fatally wounded.
He had come home dragging himself by his arms.