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Mirror's Mirages

Chapter 1

Still Sleeping Away Time

I slowly began to flutter my eyes open. In no hurry to return to my prison. I knew of what awaited me, even before I fully gained conscious.

My curse.

Yes, I Kagome Higuarshi, heir of the proud Northern kingdom was cursed and a prisoner. What is my curse? My prison. What is my prison? My curse.

All in all, I was stuck with no way out. In what you may ask? A mirror. A menial necessity. No, my curse was not fashioned into an unusual circumstance where I had to talk in rhyming riddles and only speak the truth to whomever asked.

I wish.

At least that way, two of my senses would be returned to me. I do not know how long I've been in this God forsaken glass, but I have not been able to taste, touch, speak, hear, or see anything.

No, I'm not deaf, mute, blind, or anything else you are thinking. I cannot taste because there is no food in the mirror. I have no food because I've never gotten hungry. Or else I would've died of starvation, a possible escape from prison. Which, as my luck goes, was not allowed.

I cannot touch anything because there is nothing to touch. The mirror is full of a whole lot of white nothingness. It's just white after white. Everywhere. I cannot speak because there is no one to talk to. I cannot hear for the lack of every noise. I could not see for the not lacking of blankness.

So the real question was, what is in the mirror?

Me. That was it. A 5 feet 8 inches peach skinned girl with chocolaty eyes and hair in a wedding kimono. My hair had long since lost its style and was back to hanging around my shoulders in soft waves. I had not worn any make-up except for a light pink eye shadow. I worried my lips more than needed, so they remained pouty and pink. My jewelry and shoes, which matched my white kimono with intricate designs of light pink flowers on the edges of all the layers, had been discarded but always in my sight.

Now, it would have been lovely for me to know where my mirror existed in the real world. It would at the very least give me hope of being free. Which I didn't even know how to accomplish. But I'm sure that if someone just picks up the mirror I have been locked into, something would to happen.

And when and if I did manage to do so, I would most likely be in unknown territory and time. Since I know time had not waited for me. It most likely continued on while I slept away in here. Though I did the get impression, since my hair never grew past my lower back, my nails never grew past an inch, and I had no wrinkles (by the feel of it at least). But how could I know for sure? I had never been out since the day I got in.

Naraku had thought of everything to keep me in here now and forever. Because now, just as he had said, if I couldn't be his I could be no one's. Back then I didn't believe it. I was just happily ready to march down that aisle to joyfully marry my love. Because for once, something was actually going the way I wanted it to since the day I was born. It had been the happiest day of my life. But before I could even walk into the church, I was in here.

And everyday I replayed different scenarios in my dreams that could've happened when I didn't show up for my own wedding as I slept away time. Yes, as sad and pathetic as it may seem, in my dreams I recalled all my moments with my fiancé. Good and bad. Having nothing else to do, I slept and dreamt as long as I wanted to. For now, I had all the time I could ever need.

Out of all the days in the mirror, the first was the worst and the one that I remembered the most. That day when my eyes ran dry of tears and cries of anguish ripped through my throat was a vow.

A vow for revenge. I would make Naraku pay. He would pay so dearly that all his past and future descendants would feel my anger. It was too good for him to purify the vile half-demon with my miko powers that had been locked away in the mirror. No, he would hurt just as much as I have been for many years, decades, and perhaps even centuries.