Yoshimi: Welcome to the new, revised, better than ever…
Maki: …version of Their Past, our Present! We are delighted to inform you…
Yoshimi: …that we are rewriting the whole fic!
Other Voice: disclaimer: We do NOT own Inuyasha or any character created by Rumiko Takahashi. Any original characters, settings, events and times are property of us and if they in any way resemble the real world or events of, it is entirely coincidental.
Maki: Thank you, O.V. for that. And now…
Yoshimi: on with the story!
Part 1 – Their Past
Their Past, Our Present
Chapter 1 "Mika and Miroku, what a twisted life."
Kagome sat at the kitchen table, fingering the hem on her blue skirt and staring at the burn mark on the table surface. She laughed silently to herself as the memory relived itself in her mind. She had taught Inuyasha how to use the 'magic fire sticks' or matches. Luckily there hadn't been too huge of a fire.
"Kagome..." Mrs. Higurashi started, bringing Kagome back to the present.
"Mama..." Kagome said quietly, as she met her mother's maroon gaze with her own, " Mama, how did you know it was Miroku?"
Kagome and her mother were looking at pictures from Kagome's new Polaroid camera. There had been one photo of Miroku, Sango, Inuyasha, Kilala and Shippo standing by Keade's house. Kagome was telling her mother about Kilala when Mrs. Higurashi breathed Miroku's name quietly. Kagome was sure her mother didn't know who Miroku was; it was creepy.
"Kagome, I have a story to tell you. I don't know all of it, it's a distant memory that I had lost. I will tell you what I can remember..."
"Where is Kagome?" Inuyasha fretted, perched on the limb of the tree.
"I'm sure she'll be here soon, Inuyasha. She's always late. Why should you care anyways, she's just a shard detector to –"
Shippo didn't even get to finish his statement because he was soundly slapped upside the head.
At that precise moment, Kagome came out of the well, yelling, "Osuwari!"
She glared at Inuyasha, as he got aquatinted with the dirt fifty feet below his branch, picked up Shippo and walked away.
Kagome continued to Kaede-obachan's hut and entered smiling. She sat her extremely heavy yellow bag down with a sigh. She had packed extra of everything because she expected to stay a little longer than usual.
Going back outside and around to the garden she spied Miroku trying to grope Sango…again.
"Houshi-sama?" she called to the monk, " Please, cease trying to touch Sango and come here for a moment. I need to talk to you."
Sango whirled around and smacked the monk, then turned to face Kagome glaring at her.
"It's okay, Sango-chan!" Kagome exclaimed, grinning slyly, " I just have a message for him from my mother. He'll be back to squeeze you in a second."
She left the garden, Miroku following behind. Sango stood blushing with embarrassment and anger.
"What is it, Lady Kagome?"
"For one Miroku, call me Kagome, and two I have a story to tell you. And no, the story doesn't involve a monk impregnating an exterminator. " Miroku's looked slightly dejected at the comment but settled himself on the ground and waited patiently.
"There once was a village, a small village not far from Kaede-obachan's village. In that village lived a little girl. Her name was Mika. She was best friends with the miko-in-training and had a happy life. That was until she was eighteen. Youkai attacked the village, hundreds of youkai, their reason for just pure fun. There were few survivors; Mika's parents were not among them.
With so few survivors, the village had no hopes of rebuilding, and so those who wished to try to live again packed up what they had left. They traveled to this very village. During that time Mika met a monk," Kagome stopped to see what Miroku was thinking, his face showed some interest, "you see, this monk -he was cursed."
"Cursed?" Miroku asked, slightly incredulous.
"Yes, cursed, and don't interrupt. Now this monk was very perverted and got some sick pleasure out of groping Mika. Yet through it all, the monk was kind, caring, passionate, and determined. So despite his constant groping of every female in the village she seemed to be falling in love with him. To make a long story short they got married and not long after had one child, a boy.
It was in their second year together the monk's curse finally reached its peak. It destroyed the young monk, who was but twenty. The curse sucked him in, and Mika was unfortunate to have been sucked in also. But she had a will to live and her intentions were pure. She only wanted to be there for her son, so the curse let her live.
Her best friend from childhood, the miko, preformed the ceremony of her passing. This miko was named kik-kik-Kikyou," Kagome stuttered but forged on, determined to complete her story, "When Mika awoke she was not in this world as she hoped but in a hospital in the modern era, my time. The doctors said that a young man found her lying on a street, and that she had no memory of her life, just her name."
By this point Miroku was looking very pale, "Miroku? Are you okay?" she asked, and Miroku nodded so Kagome continued, worried at the affect this was having of her friend, "Mika, or Kamika, is my mother. Her young son who was left without parents still lives. His name is..."
(A/N: You have no idea how tempted we were to stop here!)
"His name is…Miroku."
"Where is she!" Inuyasha roared as he crashed through the door of Kaede's hut, "Where is that wench?"
"She went with Houshi-sama somewhere, she had a message for him from her mother," Sango said quietly from the corner
Inuyasha shut up, he didn't like seeing his friend so worried or sad, "Aw, Sango, I'm sure it's okay, there's nothing between them. "
Sango wiped her eyes and stood up, "You're sure?"
"Of course!" Inuyasha said in his cocky manner, "And by the way,I can also tell how you feel about him."
"INUYASHA!" Inuyasha, Hirikotsu. Hirikotsu, Inuyasha. The boomerang was taught some colorful language that day
"What happened here?" Kagome asked when she entered Kaede-obachan's. Inuyasha was sitting in one corner of the room, sulking, and Sango in the other. Shippo sat in the middle of it all staring up at the ceiling.
"I have no clue, I walked in and Inuyasha was lying on the floor. Sango was looking pretty angry so I didn't ask," Shippo filled Kagome in as he moved to perch on her shoulder.
"Well, now that that's done, who would like some Ramen?"
"WAIT JUST ONE SECOND!" Sango screeched, "AREN'T YOU GOING TO TELL US WHAT THAT WAS ALL ABOUT?"
"What-what was all about Sango-chan? Oh, you mean the message from my mother?"
Just then Miroku entered the hut. His face was whiter than paper and he looked to be in a state of shock.
"Kagome... her mother...me...my mother...Ohmigod...my mother..."
"What is his problem?" Inuyasha spoke up for the first time since being whacked by Sango.
"He's in shock. I guess I'd better fill you all in."
Kagome proceeded to explain the whole thing to the gang. By the time she was finished everyone was acting really strange. Sango looked relieved and moved to sit by Miroku, her hand of his shoulder, which confused Miroku even more to see Sango being weird. Shippo was just too confused to work it out, and Inuyasha just sat there looking from Miroku to Kagome.
It was Miroku, who broke the silence, "See...related...half-siblin" He was cut short by a slap from Sango; even in shock he couldn't keep his hands to himself.
"We should all get some sleep, it's been a long day and we have jewel shards to look for in the morning." Kagome reasoned.
The candles were blown out and everyone retired to their futons, and Inuyasha to the tree by the window.
"Oyasumi Dog-Boy! Oyasumi Miroku-kun! Oyasumi Shippo-chan! Oyasumi Sango- chan! Oyasumi Kilala!"
And with that, as if a magic spell, the village was silent, all were sleeping, except one hanyou, who was still sitting in a tree, still puzzling over the fact that the ear-tweaking menace used to be Kikyou's best friend. This might have a weird effect on the defeating of Naraku.
Yoshimi: well? What you think?
Maki: We need FIVE (5) one-two-three-four-FIVE review before we continue.
Words:
Osuwari: Sit Boy!
-obachan: for elderly women
Hirikotsu: Sango's boomerang
Oyasumi: Good Night
Maki: MINE!
Yoshimi: Nooooooooooo! continue to argue about pointy sticks
Other Voice: Seeing as Maki and Yoshimi are arguing, AGAIN, I will say it for them: Ja Ne and Feh!