Hi, this is randomgirl here with a new story. Each drabble will be exactly 500 words in length, and will make a story about what would happen if Kagome ended up in the wrong time period. I hope you all enjoy it, and I'd love to know what you think.
Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi and I am not making a profit from this.
_Down the Well_
"I'll be back in three days!" Kagome took one last look behind her back before plunging into her worn out well, noting the sunrise coming over the tree line. A certain hanyou was pouting like a child. She rolled her eyes and grinned as Inuyasha's grumbling left her ears and she disappeared into a fluorescent blue light.
Except, wait- This light was definitely not blue. Instead of the cool cerulean that she normally witnessed, a fiery green took its place. At first, it was a teal, but it quickly went from teal to a sulfuric shade of yellow. Soon, the once warm heat strengthened, until Kagome felt she was on fire. After the fire became unbearable, there was a huge flash of light, and it was over.
Kagome tentatively opened her eyes, and was shocked to find that she was still in the Feudal Era. 'What's wrong with the well?'
"Inuyasha?" After hearing no response, she set to work climbing out of the well, noting how the vines that had been there before disappeared. Kagome struggled but eventually did manage to make it out of the well with what miniscule vines there had been. It was nearly mid afternoon by the time she was done. Kagome rested on the edge of the well and took in her surroundings. She gasped at what she saw, causing her to stumble and tightly grip the rim of the well. There was no way she was in her era. The forest was alarmingly different. Everything was smaller. Kagome walked away from there to the outskirts of the village. Gaping, the priestess took in what she saw. In reality, it wasn't too much different, just tinnier. There were only a handful of houses that remained.
'I don't understand… Everything is so similar, yet different. What year is it?' Kagome thought to herself while surveying the area, although she was careful to remain unseen. The last thing she wanted was trouble from anyone.
"What was that?" A feminine, yet deep voice rang through the forest. Kagome's eyes widened and she froze. She quickly darted into the nearest bush she could find, ignoring the prickles.
"I didn't hear anything. You sure you're not imagining it, Ja?" This time it was a different voice. It sounded younger, and closer than the last one.
"Trust me, I heard something." The girlish voice sounded offended, and Kagome could make out the sound a heavy footsteps walking in her direction. She stiffened, and bit her lip to keep from crying out. With every breath, the thorns seemed to brush against her skin.
The footsteps became loud and Kagome held her breath, but it was too late. She heard a scoff and a pair of muscular arms picked her up from the thorn bush.
"What do we have here?" Kagome looked at the man and forgot to breath. Staring at her was Bankotsu of the Band of Seven, minus some jewel shards.
"B-Bankotsu?" Kagome asked, even though she ready knew the answer.