Author's Note: My second fanfic!! My first's Making Matches. I'm a struggling writer, so plz plz review. thx. flames are accepted.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Beauty and the Beast. (unfortunately)
In a small town in the middle of nowhere, a young girl sat on a hill. The hill overlooked a castle that may have once been beautiful, but was now shrouded in darkness and gloom. The girl looked, and looked, as she wondered who lived there, wishing she may one day go there and find out. As she heard her mother call out to her to get dinner, the girl ignored her wild impulse and went home.
That night, when it was time for her bedtime story, the girl placed a hand on the book and pushed it down, shaking her head..
"Mommy, I want to hear about the person in the castle."
Her mother froze slightly, but immediately calmed down. She smiled gently at her daughter, who had been asking this since she was about 5, almost a year ago.
"Oh, alright. I suppose you have a right to know.'
Kagome grinned eagerly, sitting up in bed.
Her mother sighed. "Well, you see, many years ago, a hanyou prince called Inuyasha lived there. He always fought with his half-brother Sesshoumaru, who is currently Prince of the Western Lands, and was very arrogant. He fell in love with a young enchantress called Kikyo, but when she learned he was only after her because of a great jewel she possessed called the Shikon Jewel, she flew into a terrible rage and placed a spell on his entire castle. She put him in an eternal sleep, and to keep her promise even after she died she trapped him with the Shikon Jewel. Her reincarnation shall wake him up, and when he wakes, the spell will be broken only when her reincarnation and Inuyasha fall in love within the next 90 days and restores the Shikon Jewel."
Kagome smiled. "That's a beautiful story, Mommy. Thank you for telling me."
And then she promptly fell asleep.
As Mrs. Higurashi blew out the oil lamp, she smiled wistfully. She would get around to telling Kagome the second half of that story some years later, when she was ready. But for a six year old girl, the second half would be too much. She would tell her baby the rest much later. They had plenty of time.
Author's Note:
Sorry for the short chapters. The next two are gonna be short 2, but I'm on a bit of writer's block so plz hold it.
