Inu-Yasha's Legacy: Tokyo Breeze : The Legacy
Frozen, timid steps, quickly, surely, drew their way through the snowy streets of Tokyo. Her heart pounding, the young woman picked up the pace as she tried not to slide on the silver ice caps that littered her way. This was her home, her life, everything she knew. Her entire life had been spent in this country, this culture, this manner.
Most people would say she lived less than an ordinary life, and no statement could be more true. Her life had been extraordinary, but there was still something left to discover. Her destiny had been partially woven, a job ahead of her, friends and family beside her, and untold adventures ahead. Everything was at her fingertips, more so than any other young woman, and with the power she held within her she would have all she needed to proceed, no matter which path she took.
Criss-crossing her way through the busy city, her feet took her to a secluded park, one that wouldn't normally stand out butwas illuminated with its crystal white coating.Resting on a park bench, she shut her eyes tight and allowed the snow to caress her face, tickling her nose and making a beautiful pattern against her jet-black hair. The crackling of broken snow broke her peaceful meditation, and caused her to open oneeye as itcreeped closer to her. In one quick swoop, she was lifted up by two gentle hands into a warm bosom, and carried away. Despite the abrupt change, her eyesclosed and she took the time to take the scent of winter.
A particularly ornatesnowflake tickled her nose. She sneezed.
"Lets get you home." Her carrier pulled her closer to his chest and began to sprint. She slowly opened her eyes, and a familiar figure came into view. He was running ahead of them, but was beginning to slow down so they could catch up. The pace slowed once again when two others joined the group, and muttering, chatting, and laughing distracted her from the beautiful cityscape and lush snowfall.But this was not the time to sorrow.This was her family and her entire life. And each and every one of them had their own legacy to fufill.
Once they reached their destination, the two that joined them last bid farewell and the door was closed against the elements. Boxes stacked up to the ceiling and she had to weave her way around them to get to the big chair. With the magic of the season wearing off, Kagome Higurashi, married, employed, and mother of one, became frustrated, so much so that she wasn't watching where she was going. Her foot found its way right into the leg of a chair. She let out a yelp, and the young teenage boy who was standing beside her couldn't help but laugh.
"Do you find this funny?" Kagome snarled at the lad.
"Yes, Yes I do," the young man, Inuko, replied. He looked about thirteen, with triangular dog ears poking through his raven-black hair. There was no doubt he was his father's son, something that ran through Kagome's mind when she thought about his inconsiderate comment.
"Will you stop fooling around and help me with these boxes?" she asked angrily, but then the volume of her voice dropped and the edge to it softened, "Please?"
Inuko nodded and began labelling the boxes for moving. "Red stamps, pictures, white stamps, clothing, blue stamps, dishes.." He chanted this as he attended to the boxes. He was interrupted by his father pushing him out of the way (semi-gently) and walking straight up to Kagome.
"Kagome!" InuYasha exclaimed, "I can't find it!"
The edge quickly returned to Kagome's voice, as this is the fifth time within the hour she had heard him say that. "What is it that you can't find this time?"
"The sheath to my Tetsusaiga."
"How should I know where it is?"
"Because you are the one hiding everything in boxes, Kagome!"
"Well did you try looking for it. When one loses something, they usually try LOOKING for it.."
"Of course I'm looking for it, sorry for trying to get a little help around here!"
Inuko shook his head at this familiar scene, and walked into the other room, making sure not to step on the boxes. Before his parents could finish their inane argument, Inuko tosses the Tetsusaiga right to InuYasha's hand.
"Wha? Where did you find it?" Inuyasha for once didn't seem angry, just geniunely interested.
"Er," Inuko paused before continuing, "I was using it as a stand to hold up my CD collection case."
For about 30 seconds, no one said a word. InuYasha's ears began to twitch, then his eyes.
"What...did I...tell you...about..GOING THROUGH MY STUFF!"
"Ah!" Inuko backed away slowly and then ran, InuYasha in hot pursuit. It was then that Kagome had her first true laugh all day. Who said packing to move had to be boring.
It was a short time later when InuYasha gave up, and sat cross legged on the floor in an empty room. In his hand was a cup of hot chocolate, liberally sprinkled with mini colored marshmellows and whipped cream. He brought it up to his mouth to sip it, and his ears twitched when his "jerk son" entered into the room.
Inuko made his way over and sat down in the same style of his father, their backs facing each other. Again, like his father, he had a cup of hot chocolate topped off the same way. "Can I sit here?" He asked calmly.
When Inuko's question was answered with silence, he knew it was the closest to a yes he would ever get. He licked up a marshemellow with his tongue and exhaled, his breath easily seen in the cold room.
"This is a stupid move." InuYasha grumbled, thinking he was too quiet for anyone to hear.
"It is?" Inuko stretched and took a longer sip of his drink, "You know I can hear you, right."
InuYasha set his cup down on the floor and looked about the empty room. "Why should things change? I've been dragged around enough already."
"You are going to be dragged around some more because Mom has you whipped."
"What! You wanna say that again, smartass?" InuYasha stood up, clenching his fist and knocking over the cup at his feet. The contents spilled to the floor, and Inuko only shook his head.
"Lately you just can't stand to be around me, can you?" Inuko stood up and faced his father.
InuYasha opened his mouth to speak, but no words came.
"Just tell the truth. Soon enough I'll leave." This time it was Inuko who sounded angry, tensions that had already built up from before about to spill out.
"No. Don't." InuYasha got down on his knees and picked the cup up. "We'll get over it."
Inuko was more than surprised that he wasn't met with a longer argument. He smiled softly and headed towards the door, "I'll clean that up."
"I'll help." InuYasha sat back down against the wall and rested his elbows against his knees. "Nothing else is in my control."
By that time Kagome was enjoying some tea in her big chair, her feet tucked in around her and a warm, blue blanket wrapped around. She knew it would be a long journey. It would be especially long for InuYasha, Miroku and Sango, because they had relatively recently fallen into an entire new culture, just to be plummeted into another. The modern world was a wonder in itself, and Kagome thought back on the culture shock that she had when she first met InuYasha. Finding her future husband pinned to a tree wasn't exactly a moment a person would soon forget, nor would the dozens of extraordinary experiences she had went through with him and all her friends. Of course it took her forever to get her formal education, but she wouldn't have traded in a single moment of it. People every day wished for excitement in their lives, something to make them special and eternally remembered. Whether Kagome would be remembered or not was up to history itself, but special...that is definately a word that described her life.
Her grandfather had died not too long ago. She concentrated on the fact that if it were not for him and his superstitious ways, she could not have made it as far as she did in the feudal era of Japan. She could even directly link her grandfather to her finding it in the first place.
Through her discovering the secret of the bone-eaters well, her understanding of history was enriched and enlightened like no scholar could ever understand. But the thin line between the past and the present brought up a lot of questions. Why didn't events that occured while she was in the past affect the future? All the theories of time and space dreamed up by modern scientist had been put to the test, she couldn't prove them wrong but this did question whether they were right. Demons and humans have obviously co existed for some time, but why, if demons were so widespread back then, they were reduced to myths and legends in this day and age? Did all the demons resort to hiding among those that were so much weaker than them? As all these thoughts came to her mind, she jotted them down in her journal. One day she hoped to publish it, the question was, whether or not they would take it as non-fiction or fiction. Well, that didn't matter too much. If someone laughed, cried, or was touched by what she wrote, then her true purpose had been reached. She would have really reached the peak of her skill if InuYasha didn't toss the book away or use it as a coaster for his ramen noodles. Heh, a woman could dream, couldn't she?
She put away her journal and grabbed her laptop. It was the day before they would make the tremendous move, in search of new opportunity, excitement, and..away from the occasional demon rearing its ugly head. Now that she had a child she had a slightly different perspective on things. She did not want to ignore her past, but bringing it up and putting someone so dear to her in danger was something she wouldve liked to avoid. Trying to clear her head for a moment, she typed out an email to her cousin across the waters, giving her a heads up on their progress and telling her when they would arrive. She also told of how Miroku and Sango would be joining them, and that she couldn't consider the whole family going if they did not make the trip as well. After adding a few current pictures as attachments to the email, she sent it off and took a deep breath. Her brain had been on overload too long, and it was time to veg out on neopets. However, before Kagome got too involved in the internet game, she took a pen and finally gave her journal a title.
"Legacy"
That is what it would be called. Who's Legacy? That was yet to be discovered.
