Hey guys! So, this is my first published story! I've written dozens of other fanfics but this is the first one I've ever bothered to publish!
My fanfiction actually has a soundtrack thus far, and it has one song per chapter. Most of the songs are either the background music from Inuyasha, or the background music from Pirates of the Caribbean. Eventually I will get links to all the downloads up, but only upon request. But each chapter has been written according to the mood from the music, so I think you may enjoy my story more with the music!
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Disclaimer: If I owned Inuyasha, then Kikyo would suffer a long and horrible death, Inuyasha would have told Kagome he loves her already, Sango wouldn't be so shy around Miroku, Naraku would be funny, and Sesshomaru's name would be changed to Fluffy. So I think you can tell I don't own Inuyasha.
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Ready. Aim. Fire! Sango Kamigishi thought to herself as she threw a pencil at the white ceiling. It stuck all right, and Sango was satisfied too see it was positioned over stuck-up Misao's head, and it was sure to fall any moment. The moment it fell onto Misao's head, Sango knew she would have finally gotten her revenge on her.
Mrs. Tanazaki, the English teacher, turned away from the white board, "All right. Class, your reports on The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter are due on Monday. Have a good weekend!"
"Ow! Who threw that pencil? Unazuki, was that you?"
Sango smirked to herself, mission accomplished. She hurried out the classroom door before Misao could suspect her for her actions. But it's not like she would suspect me anyway… She felt a touch of sadness hit home as she walked by her fellow students in the hallway. Sango was a loner; the kids at school hardly knew her name. She wasn't even sure if she was brave enough to make friends with any of them anyway, they were so different from her. It was like they had been born in different worlds, but the thought of that didn't bother Sango, she didn't care where she was born, she only wanted to find someone who was like her. The only real friend she had was the old librarian. Twiddling the lock on her locker, she hummed a song someone had been singing in class, she didn't know the words because she didn't listen to the radio. Or own a radio for that matter.
Every day after school, Sango went to the library. It was just a habit of hers. She could do her homework there, and if she didn't understand it, she could go ask her teachers. Plus, she could read books and talk to her librarian friend. And this way, she had an excuse to not go home for a while longer. The thought of returning home depressed her. Her school was so interesting! Although she wasn't friends with any of the students, the fragments of their lives that she had heard about, or been there to witness, was all so interesting to her. How anyone could have such a life and not be truly satisfied thoroughly stumped her. Misao probably had more money than anyone else in her school, which said a lot, because the area of Tokyo that she lived in was the richest residential area, but despite all the money she had, she would always complain about her friends not really liking her, or how everyone should be eager to be her friend.
Sango just barely managed to fight though the crowd of students, she moved slower than usual, because she was so deep in thought. High school students dashed through the rotunda, either on their way to a club meeting, the bus loop, or the front door for a ride by car. She eventually made it into the library, but stopped to say hi to the fish in the aquarium, as expected, they didn't respond. Letting out a sigh of obvious defeat, Sango shifted her weight, turned, and walked through the metal detectors. She restrained a smile when she didn't set the detectors off for once.
"Hello dear! Here right on time as usual! We just got a new order of books in! Have any reports due soon? There must be something in this big old box that may help you!" Called the friendly voice of the old librarian. She had large glasses with thin silver frames, and her shiny, silvery hair actually looked chic and stylish. She wore her hair in different hair styles often, and today she crimped her hair, it lay smooth and cutely crinkled against her neck and shoulders. Despite the young and smart look, Sango still had reason to giggle at the sight of her best friend. Sango had been coming to the library every day after school, and even after all the time that they had spent together, the old woman still didn't know her name. An embarrassed blush crept onto Sango's cheeks, she could hardly giggle at the old woman's antics; she didn't know the librarian's name either. It seemed like a fine friendship, they got along just fine, and they didn't know the other's names.
The librarian continued talking, "Oh, what nice books we've gotten today. We have a large collection of ancient folk tales and legends right here. It's got such lovely cover too; it's the falling petal of a cherry blossom. Please tell me you have some sort of project you must do, you'll have plenty of sources to choose from!"
Sango shrugged out of her book bag and threw it down over by the fish tank. "We have a report on The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter due on Monday." Huffing a breath that could rival Junie B. Jones's huffy breath, she plopped down on the nearest couch, the springs in it made her bounce right back up again.
The sound of scissors cutting cardboard and tape was the only sound for a moment, until the librarian asked, obviously surprised at Sango's lack of enthusiasm, while her own was unbridled. "Don't you love that story? I think it's beautiful! The sweet and melancholy romance… The daring adventures…" Her voice dwindled away, and she stood statue still, eyes glassy and far away, remembering how much she enjoyed that fairytale the fist time she read it.
Sango buried her face in a pillow that lay on the couch. The cool sensation felt pleasant against her neck, she knew that the pillow would muffle the sound of her voice, but she spoke to the pillow anyway, "I don't like fairytales." She waiting for the sad shriek that she knew the librarian would make, but instead she had to strain her ears to hear what the old woman was saying.
"Fairy tales aren't always for little kids."
"I guess. But little kids can always dream of everything working out perfectly, and then they find out that life doesn't work out that way. It hit me really hard after I realized this when I was younger, and so I kind of felt that my favorite things had been lying to me." She lifted her head from the pillow, which smelled strongly of lilacs, and let out air through her nose, hoping to get the overpowering scent out.
The librarian smiled motherly, "So you gave up on dreams?"
Sango coughed, darn flowers, she muttered to herself. "Not really. I just don't think that everything always works out great. There are some people who don't ever have anything of interest happen to them."
"Do you think you are one of those people?" Sango felt her senses tell her the old woman was either having a Dr. Phil session on her, was mocking her, or was having fake sympathy with her.
"No. I don't think my life is bad. But I know nothing magical will ever happen to make it improve."
"A logical thought." As if she were stung by a bee, the librarian jumped, "I have to hurry and finish unloading these books! I want the children to see these on Monday! I don't want their poor souls to have to wait until Tuesday!"
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Sango had been working hard on her never ending homework for a long time, but she completely neglected her report. She did non-important worksheets, projects, and papers that probably weren't due for several days. It was something that completely went against her style; she always completed her most important assignments first. By the time she finished her math homework, she sadly noticed that the sun was starting to set. It reminded her that she could not stay in the school for the whole weekend, like she had always wanted to; she would have to go home, and count down the seconds until she could return to school.
With a sad sigh, she stood up to get a quick drink of water. Sango wasn't thirsty at all; she was just trying to put off her project. Despite the fact that she didn't want to do the assignment at all, Sango knew that it would go against her will if she didn't to her homework at school.
A quick glance around told Sango that there was someone else in the library. She knew the old librarian was in there, but she could tell that someone else was there.
"Hey Sango!"
Sango jerked around, and was surprised to see Kyon, a fellow student in her art class, holding a book. "Good afternoon Kyon. I'm sorry, but the librarian is hiding among the books, it may take a while to find her." She bowed in apology. It was important to her that she was always polite to other students.
He looked a little taken aback, just as anyone would after being spoken to so respectfully, "Uh, I actually don't need the librarian. I was going to study for a test in here." He made a gesture with his hand toward the window, "Unfortunately for me, heavy storm clouds are almost right on top of us."
"What are you talking about? It's still sunny."
He chucked, "Well, from that window it looks sunny, but if you look in any other direction, black storm clouds are almost upon us. Didn't you hear about the storm on TV a few days ago? Meteorologists knew it was such a big deal, that they had to interrupt broadcasts to announce it was coming!"
Well, no wonder I didn't know it was coming. I don't watch TV. "Wow, I must be really out of it! How long is the storm going to last? All through the weekend?"
"Yeah, so I can't wait out the weather. I have to hurry and ride my bike home now, so I don't end up like a wet rat." He moved the books in his arm to his other arm, "Also, if I get these wet, my teachers will never forgive me!" He laughed good-naturedly.
Sango laughed too, but through her laughter, she was wondering why he was still talking to her, "So I guess you'd better hurry home, I don't want it to be my fault if you get your books wet and your teachers hate you!"
He chuckled, but suddenly stopped, "But wait, you should be worried about the storm too. How will you be able to get home in the crazy weather? Do you have a ride home or something?"
"Uh… Not exactly. I'm planning on waiting until the rain lightens up a little." Being the bad liar she was, her statement ended up making Kyon even more worried about her. Which totally baffled Sango; she had never really talked to him. He had recently starting greeting her in the hallways, but they had never communicated in art. Although, once she suspected him of drawing her one time in art. This is a little weird, but why can't he be like everyone else? I don't like drawing attention to myself, and now he's going to be suspicious as to why I don't want to go home! Sango thought in slight panic, she wasn't terribly worried, she was more irritated that he kept talking to her when she was clearly giving all signs that she wanted to be left alone right now.
He frowned thoughtfully, "It's not supposed to get any lighter. And even if it did, it would still be a heavy downpour. Hey, if you're stuck, I can give you a ride home on my bike!" Only then did he look the slightest bit uncomfortable.
"That's totally sweet of you Kyon, and I really appreciate your offer, but I need to keep studying in the library. Anyway, I don't want to keep you in school any longer, and I need to finish a project. So I guess I'll see you Monday!" Ouch. She thought to herself, wincing, I was pretty much rude to him.
His expression became elated the second Sango said he was sweet, and his smile became even bigger when she promised to see him on Monday. "Okay! That sounds great Sango! It will be great to talk to you on Monday!' And he left.
Sango stared after him, bewildered. Nothing fazes him, does it? She shook her head and returned to the table, unwillingly starting on her project.
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Sango's eyes fluttered open, and she was irritated when she found out that she had fallen asleep. She looked straight across the library to the window, attempting to judge on what time it was.
Kyon was right. Storm clouds of every dark shade Sango could think of swirled ominously outside, and she could almost feel the static electricity emanating from the storm in the air. There was no point in starting on her project now; the rain that was sure to come soon would distract her. And there was no point in starting home now. The storm would most likely be unleashed minutes after she exited the doors of the school. And so, Sango settled back down into her seat, and lowered her head. She could try to leave later, but there was nothing she could do, other than finish the nap she had already started.
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During her dream, Sango was walking on a crowded street. She could recognize no one, and she didn't know where she was going. Out of the blue, everyone froze in place. Sango didn't. She could feel something try to stop her from moving, but she fought it, and somehow managed to maintain a staggering walk. She didn't want to be like everyone else, she didn't want to do the ordinary things all the other people were doing. The power still fought her, and she eventually prevented the force from stopping her. It was as if a shield had come up from inside her body, stopping the power from freezing her.
After the power in her dream had been either broken or stopped, Sango awoke. She lifted her head off her papers, and blinked until everything came into focus. The clouds that had earlier stormed outside had reached a standstill. Sango guessed that it was literally the calm before the storm.
A sudden desire for water made Sango leave her seat, and she exited the paper scented library, this time ignoring the fish in the aquarium. It would have been wise of her to look at them, because they were no longer moving. That was also why the storm had looked so calm, everything but she had stopped moving, just like her dream, though she didn't realize it. Unaware of these facts, she hurried toward her destination, each step making her odd and sudden thirst stronger. In order to reach the water fountain, she had to first cross the rotunda.
(AN: This next part may be hard to understand, so please read slowly and carefully.) The second her feet touched the black and white tiles within the area of the rotunda, something strange happened. Pink lights flashed, glowed, and glimmered, while bubbles passed idly by her. Sango felt the ground disappear from under her feet, and she was suddenly suspended in the air, floating higher and higher until she almost touched the ceiling. She looked directly above her, and could see nothing through the white glass panes. There were a few windows along the wall of the rotunda, and as Sango looked through them, she could see the clear night sky. But she could see it much closer than she normally would, as if she was actually in space. While she marveled at what was going on, the pink lights vanished, and the next thing she knew, she was falling toward the hard, tiled ground. And then she landed, rather hard.
She opened her eyes slowly after her impact, all she could see through her dizziness were stars, caused by her sudden pain, passing by, then her vision cleared, and she was looking up at the white glass of the rotunda. I must have slipped and fallen. Oh no! What if anyone saw that! "I just slipped is all! I could have been hurt!" She fired off to no one in particular.
She looked around to see who had witnessed her total wipeout, and was surprised to see no one. She turned her head to the left, and looked in the windows that faced the rotunda; the school office was on the other side of the windows. There was no one in there. Wait, the school hasn't been locked down yet, and there is always supposed to be at least two people working at the front desk. "I don't like this." She felt herself say.
Skiiiid, crash, clang! "Hey no fair! That's playing dirty!" Sango tilted her head in surprise and looked towards the source of the sound. It was coming from the gym.
That's strange; I didn't know there was a game today. Why didn't I hear the crowd cheering earlier? Sango was always the first to know about games, and the only reason she did know when they were, was because the coaches would always say to her, "Hey, Kamigishi! I know you said that you didn't want to join the team, but you're such a good player. There's a game today, and if you finally join our team today, you can play in the game!" But she always told them no. Had they finally given up on her? As much as she had wished they would, it still made her sad that she wouldn't know when the games were in advance. It never hurt to take a peek in to see how it was going. And even if she didn't watch the game, she would always hear either the players of the sport or cheerleaders giving play by play details of the game to their friends the next day.
There was another sound of skidding then huffing breaths. It almost sounds like people are fighting in there… Oh no! That brat Misao must be beating up Unazuki because she thought Unazuki had thrown that pencil at her! Misao had seen too many movies, and would do anything to act like the preppy girls in them.
As fast as her feet could carry her, Sango rushed toward the double, dark blue gym doors, hoping that is was only a wrestling match. That idea was unlikely, because the wrestling season had ended a while ago. She grabbed the ice cold handles and yanked them as hard as she could, throwing open the doors. And she wasn't exactly prepared for what she saw next. Nothing could have readied her for it.
There were at least twenty or thirty people in the gym, and they were all brutally attacking each other. They all wore skin-tight black outfits that had armor on their stomach, back, knees, elbows, and shoulders. The colors of the armor were left up to the individual, but each person only had one color of armor. (AN: If you haven't figured it out yet, the uniforms are the demon slayer uniforms. And if you don't know what those look like, then you haven't really watched enough Inuyasha to understand everything.) Holy crap! I must have really hit my head! Sango closed the door silently behind her, her natural curiosity was forcing her to watch what was happening, but she had self preservation at the very least, so she quickly hid in the nearest volleyball rack. Inching herself out like a worm, she scooted over to the side of the rack to see what was going on.
What confused her the most, was how, relaxed the people were. One young boy with brown hair and green armor (AN: Hmmm, think carefully and you'll figure out who this is!) barely even winced when part of his hand was cut because he dropped his weapon. She watched with growing interest as a large muscular boy ran toward a thin girl who had the figure of a model. She could already picture the outcome; he would slam into her, and break her neck. Sango tried to cover her eyes, but she was so fascinated by the agility and strength of these people. "Heads up Megumi!" The boy yelled, but it was obvious he only wanted a facial reaction from her, there was no way she could dodge him in time.
The girl ran forward, accelerating so quickly, Sango didn't even think she was real. As the girl did a front flip over the rhino of a teenager, she yelled, "Kikyo is going to be furious at you Sanosuke! Agility is important!"
Amazing! So, what is going on here anyway? I don't remember the coaches mentioning a club like this before! Sango leaned so far forward that she accidentally made a volleyball bounce off the rack. It rolled forward, and Sango was sure someone was going to notice.
The sounds of an arrow shooting from a bow echoed across the gym, and Sango ducked down as low as she could, her body automatically showing self preservation. Something shot by her ponytail, and pulled three of her hairs out, then finally ended its long journey by hitting the wall behind Sango. Sango slowly turned her head to the right, and felt the tickling sensation of feathers. An arrow was sticking out of the wall, inches from her cheek.
A voice called out in anger. It took Sango a moment to realize it was addressing her; she was still in such shock, she felt as if she was moving underwater. "What are you doing here?" It shouted again.
She slowly looked up to see the owner of the stern voice. It was a girl who didn't look much older than 18. She had long black hair that she kept in a low ponytail. Her eyes were hazel, and they looked at Sango with distrust. "Who are you?" She asked sharply, glaring down at Sango as if she were some kind of lower life form.
"I should be asking you the same thing! What are you doing here? If you're here for some kind of sport or game, let me tell you that my school has a dress code! We aren't allowed to wear clothes from a hundred years ago!" It was true; the girl who shot the arrow was wearing the attire of a priestess. (AN: Hint hint.) Sango then noticed the error of her words, the girl was not wearing clothes from one hundred years ago, and it looked like the garb priestesses wore five hundred years ago. The only difference was the red string hanging low on her neck, and the red thread that wove through the bottom of the girl's sleeves.
The girl stared down at Sango with cold eyes. "Are you a spy?"
"Ummm… No. I just come over to see what all the ruckus I heard was."
The priestess's eyes widened a tiny bit, "This is your home? And you heard us?"
"Well, it's not my home, but yeah, I heard you guys."
"Well." Sango took the break in the priestess's words to glance at her again. She noticed the long red bow she held, and how many arrows the girl still wore on her back. The priestess took a deep breath, about to restart her sentence, "Well, if you are telling the truth, than I must kill you." She raised the bow, chose an arrow, and took careful aim at Sango, who apparently had broken a big rule in her book.
Gack!
"Kikyo!" A melodic voice called, sounding like music to Sango's ears. But anything really would have settled for her right then, anything to save her from the psycho. "I see no reason to kill the poor girl!" Sango whipped her head around; she wanted to see the face of her savior. But she was not expecting someone so beautiful.
The girl looked about the same age as Sango, but slightly more mature looking. She had long, silky black hair that glowed and shimmered every move she made. Her eyes were beautiful, baby blue; they sparkled and seemed to catch every light. She had her hair up in a ponytail, held up with a ribbon that matched her kimono. Her kimono was white, with blue shapes that looked like lazily drifting clouds scattered across her kimono. In the blue shapes, threads of sliver traced along. (AN: I just noticed this, but if you read the description carefully, I thought, hence the phrase, "A sliver lining in every cloud." XD) Her obi was the same color blue as the clouds on her kimono, and her obi cord was sliver.
She smiled at Sango, showing off a set of perfectly straight and white teeth, "Please forgive my sister's transgressions."
Sister?
"This here is Kikyo, and I am Kaoru." (AN: Yes, for any of you who watch Rurouni Kenshin, this is Kaoru Kamiya. For those of you who don't know who she is or what she looks like, Google Images is a gift from God. XD)
It took Sango a moment to notice she was still on the floor, hiding behind a volleyball rack no less. She stood up, hurriedly and smiled, then quickly stopped when she noticed something. All of the people who had been fighting were staring at her, obviously listening. "Uhh…"
Kaoru was quick to notice the same thing, "Shall we speak properly in the office?"
"Um, sure." Kaoru lead the way out of the gym, and kindly held the door open for Sango. "Isn't that other woman going to come?" Sango attempted to hide the fact that she didn't like the other woman.
"Hmph." Someone said. Sango jumped and turned to look for the source of the voice. It was Kikyo, already waiting for them, leaning on a pole in the rotunda. "Since the child was so slow to respond, I figured I better get a head start."
"Are you calling me slow?" Sango glared at the woman in front of her, Kikyo, or whatever her name was. Being the woman who had attempted to kill her with an arrow, it was slightly reasonable that Sango should get off on the wrong foot with her.
"If you were listening, you would have heard me say it. But apparently, you weren't." And with that, Kikyo turned around, swishing her black hair, and walked gracefully into the front office.
Was that supposed to be an answer?
Kaoru, once again, was the mediator. "Please forgive my sister, Sango; she never really gives straight answers."
Grumbling sounds were heard from Kikyo, but Sango attempted to block them from her mind. An interested and nervous air surrounded her as she entered the lobby and sat on a squishy couch. She crossed her arms and looked determinedly at Kaoru and Kikyo, "So," She started, "Why do you want to talk to me?"
A nervous glance at Kikyo was all it took for Kaoru to admit the truth. "This may…seem a bit blunt, but you shouldn't be here."
Sango wasn't about to let all the blame be put on her, "Uh, but shouldn't you not be here?" Kaoru managed a weak smile in response, but her expression said it all, "You got me there." It seemed to say.
"Clever girl." Kikyo hissed, as she looked at Sango with mockery.
Kaoru looked down at her kimono and felt the silky softness, looking for comfort, "You belong to the time period this school belongs to. With the help of a friend of ours, we stopped time in your world so we could use this school for training."
Sango decided to play along with her, "Okay, so how come I don't see any other people from my "world?" You said you froze time, so why don't I see the people who were frozen in it?"
"A logical question." Sango glanced at Kikyo, and could tell she didn't think so. "We sort of, copied and pasted your school, but not the people inside. Now we are in another dimension with a slightly edited copy of your school floating in it. If you open the doors of the front entrance, you will see nothing but outer space. If any other doors are opened, you can tell we added land. But it is a small amount of land, and it ends when it reaches another part of the building that is sticking out." (AN: Yeah yeah, I know, this is hard to understand. But I picture Sango's school as my school, and maybe later I'll post pictures of my school where all major events in this story take place. It'll make a little more sense then, I hope. But read Kaoru's explanation a few times, and it'll make sense.)
Kikyo, being the kind person that she was, added her sweet little two cents, "And you shouldn't be here. You should be frozen in time like everyone else! Now go home!"
Oh, what a sweetheart.
"Hold on sister Kikyo, that may not be a good idea to send her back home." Kaoru turned and looked at Sango, carefully analyzing her, "Maybe she's not an ordinary person. If she was unaffected by that powerful of a time stopping spell, she may be meant to join us. She could prove to be useful."
"No."
Rolling her eyes to the ceiling, Sango begged God for patience, that was a quick answer.
"I'm not going to deal with your childish behavior Kikyo, and I think we need real advice for this. And we know just the person. After all, she knows everything." Kaoru waved one index finger in the air.
"Humph. We just left, and now we have to go back? You know I like to avoid her presence!" It wouldn't have been surprising if Kikyo had chained herself to her seat.
Standing up, Kaoru brushed herself off and led them to the rotunda. "Now stand in the middle, and wait."
"What are we doing?"
"We're going to another dimension."
"Why?"
"For advice."
"Who are we asking?"
"Kaguya, the princess of the moon."
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