One Day Back
An Inu Yasha fan fiction by Iapetus
Disclaimer. I am not the genius behind Inu Yasha. If I were, I would not be here. So, in short, don't sue me (you won't really get that much money out of me anyways....) :P
To make things easier on me, I made Tokyo and New York City in the same time zone. This is just for the story (and since it _is_ a story, that shouldn't be a problem).
_Words surrounded by underscores are thoughts_
With the first year anniversary of September 11 happening tomorrow, I thought it be fitting that I write my own little tribute. I always meant to write either a poem, or story, or something, but never got around to it.
I decided to do it through one of my favorite anime series.
So I would be honored if you read my tribute to all those who died. If you truely like it, review, and I will post the second chapter. If this goes into oblivion, it will simply be my outlet, written for my benefit.
Enjoy.
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Chapter 1: Make-up Work
"Inu Yasha, I need to go back!" Kagome protested. One arm was clutching a huge 3" ring binder, and the other was being held by the hanyou. Both were five feet from the dry well- with Miroku, Sango, and Shippo looking on in amusement.
"You just went back a week ago!" Inu Yasha countered. "And, we just found a lead about where Naraku is. We can't just let the trail go cold!"
"He's just too dog-like sometimes," Shippo whispered to the others.
"Well he IS half dog-demon..." Sango pointed out, "But you do have a point."
"He sounded like a hunting dog would think. 'We can't let the trail grow cold!'" Miroku chuckled, and the others joined in.
Inu Yasha was so mad he didn't notice his companions' comments.
"Kagome, if you try to go back..." he paused, thinking, "I'm going to block the entrance to the well!"
It was the wrong thing to say. Kagome stopped struggling, and had 'that look' in her eyes. "I'd like to see you try it," she challanged.
Immediately, he jumped away from her and let go. Uprooting the nearest tree, he ran back in the Well's direction.
"Inu Yasha, SIT!" Kagome shouted at the top of her lungs. He fell in a thud, and the tree on top of his head.
"I'll be back in one day!" She called to her friends. "I just need to turn in all of my make-up work and get some more," she indicated the huge binder.
"Ja mata ne!" With that, she jumped out of sight.
"Shimatta..." growled the squashed Inu Yasha.
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"Konban wa!" the time traveling girl called into the kitchen. It was almost time for dinner, and she couldn't wait for something home cooked (in stead of over a fire). After all, there's no cooking like Mom's cooking.
"Kagome!" her mother replied with a smile, "I'm glad you came back. Guess what we're having tonight?"
_It must be something good..._ thought Kagome. "Is it ramen?"
"No."
"How about Okonomiyaki?"
"Sota and your grandfather wanted that, but I couldn't find any fresh fugu."
"Mom!" Kagome cried in retaliation, "Dad prepares the fugu. He has the lisense, not you."
"I'm just joking. Actually, all of their cabbage was terrible, and I didn't have time to look for some better." Both women understood. It hadn't been the greatest year for vegetables - the summer had been unseasonably cold. "Anyways, I had a feeling you were coming home tonight."
"Is it _oden_?" she asked with hopefully. Her mother just nodded her head. In happiness, she let out a 'whoop!', and flashed the 'peace' sign.
"I couldn't miss tommorow anyways. When is Dad going on the air?" Kagome asked.
"Why don't you ask him yourself?" she heard her grandfather say behind her. "We were just on the phone. How lucky you are to get back when you did!" His face broke into a huge grin. "He wants to hear all about your adventures, but I thought it best if you told him." Now, he winked. "I was going to tell a little bit, but I heard your voice and decided for you to.
"Son, we'll all be cheering you on tomorrow," he said, speaking into the phone. "We're very proud of this great break. Imagine! You filming in a studio in the World Trade Center! Right in the hub of the US! I'm so proud of my boy!
"All right, all right, here's your baby girl," he jested, smiling lovingly at Kagome (who looked like she was about to tear the phone out of his hands in exitement). Handing the phone, the old man went to help his daughter-in- law set the table.
"Daddy?" Kagome asked hopefully, as if the line might disconnect any moment.
"Hey babe! I'm so glad I called when you came home! It's been forever since we talked last," her father said, relieved to hear her voice. She nad not been able to talk to her dad since she was pulled down the well two months ago.
"Are you nervous?" she asked as she moved into the living room. Mouthing a 'hello' to Sota (who was playing with Buyo) as she sat down on the couch.
"Nah, I've cooked in front of crowds many times before. I haven't had a problem yet-"
"But this is in a whole different country! Tons of Americans are going to see you. You are one of the most famous Chefs in all of Japan, and Americans are always looking for foreign foods to eat. Look how they dote over Chineese!"
"Kagome, I've told you countless times before - that isn't real Chineese. It's the American version of it. They take whatever they want and make it their own." He paused. "Although, a little Japanese in their diet wouldn't be bad." Somehow, Kagome could tell this wasn't what her father wanted to talk about. An uncomfortable pause followed.
"Kagome, why didn't you tell me about the Sengoku Jidai?" he asked seriously.
"We haven't had the chance to talk, Dad," she answered truthfully. "I don't know why Grandpa decided to wait to tell you until now, especially with the broadcast coming up."
"I told you, I'm not worried about that. Even if I am a chef, I am the son of a Shinto Priest. I know the legends of the shrine, including the Bone- Eater's Well. I had no idea it had the power to send you through time."
If anyone in her family, Kagome knew she could tell her father everything. So, she did. He became concerned about Inu Yasha, for he knew the legend that surrounded the hanyou (and subsequentially, his father and older brother). However, when she told him about Kaede's prayer beads and his 'sits', he cracked up. He was fascinated that she was Kikyo's reincarnation (but not surprised, because she did live in a shrine after all).
He let her tell the whole story, only remarking on occasion. It was highly amusing to Kagome when she told him about Miroku and Kouga. He couldn't get over the fact that one man had groped his 'little girl,' and another kept on calling her 'his woman.' However, the biggest surprise came when she told him about Inu Yasha's change of heart. They may be sperated by distance and time, but he was still a concerned dad who didn't like the idea that she was growing up (and that guys were hitting on her). Again, he laughed when he heard of how Hojo was so naive to Grandpa's lies.
"Four boys after you... I don't know Kagome, you attract a lot of weird ones. One's a pervert, another's too dense for his own good, and two are demons (who sound a bit coarse). Maybe I should just hop on the nearest plane and get back there so I can set them straight."
This time, Kagome laughed. She could just imagine her father approaching Inu Yasha, telling him off for treating his daughter like he did. He was complete in his chef outfit, and holding a cleaver. No matter how strong you are, no one can face the wrath of a parent.
"Dinnertime!" her mother called from the hallway.
Kagome had felt immensly better by her talk with her father, but she didn't want to hang up yet.
"I heard you mom. I've already talked to everyone else. Don't worry, you enjoy your time with your everyone else."
"I'll watch you tommorow!" she promised. "I love you, Daddy!"
"I love you too, Kagome. Sayoonara."
"Sayoonara." She hung up the phone, and went to eat the long-awaited oden with the rest of her family.
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Packing up her school bag, Kagome set out for her day back to school. She couldn't wait to see her friends again, although she dreaded having Hojo shower her with 'get well' gifts again. The streets seemed especially crowded as she made her way to the bus stop. It was almost the end of the summer semester, and she actually thought she was getting the information down.
"Kagome-chan!" she heard from the crowd. Turning, she discovered it was one of her friends, Satomi. Followed closly behind was Naru.
"Are you feeling any better?" Naru sounded concerned, and tossed her long hair behind her back. "We heard that your Sleep Apnea was giving you a problem with your Constipation."
_Sleep Apnea? CONSTIPATION! I'm going to kill Gramps when I get home..._ she thought.
"Um... no, I'm ok right now," she reassured her friends. "I wasn't too sick though that I didn't finish my makeup work!" she smiled and pointed back at her heavy bag.
"Man, and I had enough problems with Trig as it is, and I don't have to do a whole week's at once..." Satomi shuddered. "I hate math."
The bus came, and took the girls to school. However, the whole time - Kagome felt a familiar presence watching her.
_Inu Yasha no baka, what are you doing back here?_
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"Tanaka-sensei, here is all of my make up work." She handed the ring binder to him. When he took it, it was like a large pain dissapeared from her body.
"Ok Higuarsei, I got another one for you." Kaogme cringed, but was relieved to find that THIS binder was only an inch thick. _Hey, it's an improvement...._
Sitting down, she took out her notebook and started copying down the instructions on the board while her teacher began class.
About an hour later, her teacher's phone rang. Frustrated, he set down the piece of chalk, and went to answer it.
"Abe-chan, what day is it?" whispered the person behind her to a friend.
"I don't remember. Higuarsei-chan, do you know?" Abe asked.
Kagome smiled and responded, "September 11th."
"Arigatoo," both girls responded.
_9/11/01. I can't wait until I get home!_ she thought.
_Of course, Inu Yasha is probably waiting for me. Jeez, well he's going to have to wait whether he wants to or not._ In many ways, Kagome enjoyed antagonizing the hanyou. Although she was in love with him (and she was pretty sure he returned those feelings), their personalities often clashed. _Well, Mom always said there are many types of friends. Some fight all time time; I guess that describes Inu Yasha and me._
Her thoughts wre interrupted by the teacher's paniced voice to the person on the phone.
"Your joking.
"That's impossible. How could ANYONE do something like that?" This was a surprise, because Tanaka-sensei didn't say things like that durring class.
"What channel is it on?" he continued. "Ok, arigatoo. I'll turn it on right away."
Each room had it's own TV, which was connected to the School's Cable server. Each teacher got several news channels, the Discovery Channel, the History Channel, and the Weather Channel. Tanaka-sensei turned to CNN, not giving his students any explination.
The newscaster looked like he could bairly keep the calm tone in his voice. The teacher had turned the program on mid-sentence.
"...a plane crashed into one of the World Trade Center buildings in New York City..."
Kagome's blood froze. She didn't just hear that. She didn't just hear what she thought she heard....
_What floor was Father going to be on?_ she tried to think, yet it was too hard for her to focus. She kept on drifting in and out of listening to the TV.
It was live TV, and the next moment, she thought she saw another grizly replay of the plane hitting.
The reporter lost all composure. "OH MY GOD! A SECOND PLANE HIT THE OTHER BUILDING!"
"...hundreds were killed on impact, both on the planes and the spots they hit..."
"... the fire is going to prevent those above them to get out..."
Somehow, only large numbers could appear. Goosebumps covered her body, and she could feel the hair on the back of her neck prick up. Before she knew it, tears were flowing down her cheecks. Her friends turned to look at her, and called out her name. However, she didn't hear them.
"Daddy?"
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Ja mata ne- See you later
Shimatta- Shit (at least the translations I've seen)
Kuso- Damn (same situation as shimatta)
Konban wa- Good evening
Sayoonara- goodbye
Inu Yasha no baka- Inu Yasha you idiot
arigatoo- thank you
Fugu is also known as blowfish. If not prepared right, it can be deadly. This is why a lisense is needed to prepare it (and not many people bother with trying to get a lisense. They just go out somewhere fancy to eat).
My dad always called me babie and babe. I am using it here from Kagome's father as refrencce to her being "Daddy's little girl."
I made a couple edits. I changed the names of Kagome's friends, and fixed the formatting on my end notes. I hope it's easier for you all to dechiper now.
Ok, if you are intrested to find out what happens, please review. I want opinions on how this worked out.
Ja ne!
-Iapetus
An Inu Yasha fan fiction by Iapetus
Disclaimer. I am not the genius behind Inu Yasha. If I were, I would not be here. So, in short, don't sue me (you won't really get that much money out of me anyways....) :P
To make things easier on me, I made Tokyo and New York City in the same time zone. This is just for the story (and since it _is_ a story, that shouldn't be a problem).
_Words surrounded by underscores are thoughts_
With the first year anniversary of September 11 happening tomorrow, I thought it be fitting that I write my own little tribute. I always meant to write either a poem, or story, or something, but never got around to it.
I decided to do it through one of my favorite anime series.
So I would be honored if you read my tribute to all those who died. If you truely like it, review, and I will post the second chapter. If this goes into oblivion, it will simply be my outlet, written for my benefit.
Enjoy.
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Chapter 1: Make-up Work
"Inu Yasha, I need to go back!" Kagome protested. One arm was clutching a huge 3" ring binder, and the other was being held by the hanyou. Both were five feet from the dry well- with Miroku, Sango, and Shippo looking on in amusement.
"You just went back a week ago!" Inu Yasha countered. "And, we just found a lead about where Naraku is. We can't just let the trail go cold!"
"He's just too dog-like sometimes," Shippo whispered to the others.
"Well he IS half dog-demon..." Sango pointed out, "But you do have a point."
"He sounded like a hunting dog would think. 'We can't let the trail grow cold!'" Miroku chuckled, and the others joined in.
Inu Yasha was so mad he didn't notice his companions' comments.
"Kagome, if you try to go back..." he paused, thinking, "I'm going to block the entrance to the well!"
It was the wrong thing to say. Kagome stopped struggling, and had 'that look' in her eyes. "I'd like to see you try it," she challanged.
Immediately, he jumped away from her and let go. Uprooting the nearest tree, he ran back in the Well's direction.
"Inu Yasha, SIT!" Kagome shouted at the top of her lungs. He fell in a thud, and the tree on top of his head.
"I'll be back in one day!" She called to her friends. "I just need to turn in all of my make-up work and get some more," she indicated the huge binder.
"Ja mata ne!" With that, she jumped out of sight.
"Shimatta..." growled the squashed Inu Yasha.
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"Konban wa!" the time traveling girl called into the kitchen. It was almost time for dinner, and she couldn't wait for something home cooked (in stead of over a fire). After all, there's no cooking like Mom's cooking.
"Kagome!" her mother replied with a smile, "I'm glad you came back. Guess what we're having tonight?"
_It must be something good..._ thought Kagome. "Is it ramen?"
"No."
"How about Okonomiyaki?"
"Sota and your grandfather wanted that, but I couldn't find any fresh fugu."
"Mom!" Kagome cried in retaliation, "Dad prepares the fugu. He has the lisense, not you."
"I'm just joking. Actually, all of their cabbage was terrible, and I didn't have time to look for some better." Both women understood. It hadn't been the greatest year for vegetables - the summer had been unseasonably cold. "Anyways, I had a feeling you were coming home tonight."
"Is it _oden_?" she asked with hopefully. Her mother just nodded her head. In happiness, she let out a 'whoop!', and flashed the 'peace' sign.
"I couldn't miss tommorow anyways. When is Dad going on the air?" Kagome asked.
"Why don't you ask him yourself?" she heard her grandfather say behind her. "We were just on the phone. How lucky you are to get back when you did!" His face broke into a huge grin. "He wants to hear all about your adventures, but I thought it best if you told him." Now, he winked. "I was going to tell a little bit, but I heard your voice and decided for you to.
"Son, we'll all be cheering you on tomorrow," he said, speaking into the phone. "We're very proud of this great break. Imagine! You filming in a studio in the World Trade Center! Right in the hub of the US! I'm so proud of my boy!
"All right, all right, here's your baby girl," he jested, smiling lovingly at Kagome (who looked like she was about to tear the phone out of his hands in exitement). Handing the phone, the old man went to help his daughter-in- law set the table.
"Daddy?" Kagome asked hopefully, as if the line might disconnect any moment.
"Hey babe! I'm so glad I called when you came home! It's been forever since we talked last," her father said, relieved to hear her voice. She nad not been able to talk to her dad since she was pulled down the well two months ago.
"Are you nervous?" she asked as she moved into the living room. Mouthing a 'hello' to Sota (who was playing with Buyo) as she sat down on the couch.
"Nah, I've cooked in front of crowds many times before. I haven't had a problem yet-"
"But this is in a whole different country! Tons of Americans are going to see you. You are one of the most famous Chefs in all of Japan, and Americans are always looking for foreign foods to eat. Look how they dote over Chineese!"
"Kagome, I've told you countless times before - that isn't real Chineese. It's the American version of it. They take whatever they want and make it their own." He paused. "Although, a little Japanese in their diet wouldn't be bad." Somehow, Kagome could tell this wasn't what her father wanted to talk about. An uncomfortable pause followed.
"Kagome, why didn't you tell me about the Sengoku Jidai?" he asked seriously.
"We haven't had the chance to talk, Dad," she answered truthfully. "I don't know why Grandpa decided to wait to tell you until now, especially with the broadcast coming up."
"I told you, I'm not worried about that. Even if I am a chef, I am the son of a Shinto Priest. I know the legends of the shrine, including the Bone- Eater's Well. I had no idea it had the power to send you through time."
If anyone in her family, Kagome knew she could tell her father everything. So, she did. He became concerned about Inu Yasha, for he knew the legend that surrounded the hanyou (and subsequentially, his father and older brother). However, when she told him about Kaede's prayer beads and his 'sits', he cracked up. He was fascinated that she was Kikyo's reincarnation (but not surprised, because she did live in a shrine after all).
He let her tell the whole story, only remarking on occasion. It was highly amusing to Kagome when she told him about Miroku and Kouga. He couldn't get over the fact that one man had groped his 'little girl,' and another kept on calling her 'his woman.' However, the biggest surprise came when she told him about Inu Yasha's change of heart. They may be sperated by distance and time, but he was still a concerned dad who didn't like the idea that she was growing up (and that guys were hitting on her). Again, he laughed when he heard of how Hojo was so naive to Grandpa's lies.
"Four boys after you... I don't know Kagome, you attract a lot of weird ones. One's a pervert, another's too dense for his own good, and two are demons (who sound a bit coarse). Maybe I should just hop on the nearest plane and get back there so I can set them straight."
This time, Kagome laughed. She could just imagine her father approaching Inu Yasha, telling him off for treating his daughter like he did. He was complete in his chef outfit, and holding a cleaver. No matter how strong you are, no one can face the wrath of a parent.
"Dinnertime!" her mother called from the hallway.
Kagome had felt immensly better by her talk with her father, but she didn't want to hang up yet.
"I heard you mom. I've already talked to everyone else. Don't worry, you enjoy your time with your everyone else."
"I'll watch you tommorow!" she promised. "I love you, Daddy!"
"I love you too, Kagome. Sayoonara."
"Sayoonara." She hung up the phone, and went to eat the long-awaited oden with the rest of her family.
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Packing up her school bag, Kagome set out for her day back to school. She couldn't wait to see her friends again, although she dreaded having Hojo shower her with 'get well' gifts again. The streets seemed especially crowded as she made her way to the bus stop. It was almost the end of the summer semester, and she actually thought she was getting the information down.
"Kagome-chan!" she heard from the crowd. Turning, she discovered it was one of her friends, Satomi. Followed closly behind was Naru.
"Are you feeling any better?" Naru sounded concerned, and tossed her long hair behind her back. "We heard that your Sleep Apnea was giving you a problem with your Constipation."
_Sleep Apnea? CONSTIPATION! I'm going to kill Gramps when I get home..._ she thought.
"Um... no, I'm ok right now," she reassured her friends. "I wasn't too sick though that I didn't finish my makeup work!" she smiled and pointed back at her heavy bag.
"Man, and I had enough problems with Trig as it is, and I don't have to do a whole week's at once..." Satomi shuddered. "I hate math."
The bus came, and took the girls to school. However, the whole time - Kagome felt a familiar presence watching her.
_Inu Yasha no baka, what are you doing back here?_
-------
"Tanaka-sensei, here is all of my make up work." She handed the ring binder to him. When he took it, it was like a large pain dissapeared from her body.
"Ok Higuarsei, I got another one for you." Kaogme cringed, but was relieved to find that THIS binder was only an inch thick. _Hey, it's an improvement...._
Sitting down, she took out her notebook and started copying down the instructions on the board while her teacher began class.
About an hour later, her teacher's phone rang. Frustrated, he set down the piece of chalk, and went to answer it.
"Abe-chan, what day is it?" whispered the person behind her to a friend.
"I don't remember. Higuarsei-chan, do you know?" Abe asked.
Kagome smiled and responded, "September 11th."
"Arigatoo," both girls responded.
_9/11/01. I can't wait until I get home!_ she thought.
_Of course, Inu Yasha is probably waiting for me. Jeez, well he's going to have to wait whether he wants to or not._ In many ways, Kagome enjoyed antagonizing the hanyou. Although she was in love with him (and she was pretty sure he returned those feelings), their personalities often clashed. _Well, Mom always said there are many types of friends. Some fight all time time; I guess that describes Inu Yasha and me._
Her thoughts wre interrupted by the teacher's paniced voice to the person on the phone.
"Your joking.
"That's impossible. How could ANYONE do something like that?" This was a surprise, because Tanaka-sensei didn't say things like that durring class.
"What channel is it on?" he continued. "Ok, arigatoo. I'll turn it on right away."
Each room had it's own TV, which was connected to the School's Cable server. Each teacher got several news channels, the Discovery Channel, the History Channel, and the Weather Channel. Tanaka-sensei turned to CNN, not giving his students any explination.
The newscaster looked like he could bairly keep the calm tone in his voice. The teacher had turned the program on mid-sentence.
"...a plane crashed into one of the World Trade Center buildings in New York City..."
Kagome's blood froze. She didn't just hear that. She didn't just hear what she thought she heard....
_What floor was Father going to be on?_ she tried to think, yet it was too hard for her to focus. She kept on drifting in and out of listening to the TV.
It was live TV, and the next moment, she thought she saw another grizly replay of the plane hitting.
The reporter lost all composure. "OH MY GOD! A SECOND PLANE HIT THE OTHER BUILDING!"
"...hundreds were killed on impact, both on the planes and the spots they hit..."
"... the fire is going to prevent those above them to get out..."
Somehow, only large numbers could appear. Goosebumps covered her body, and she could feel the hair on the back of her neck prick up. Before she knew it, tears were flowing down her cheecks. Her friends turned to look at her, and called out her name. However, she didn't hear them.
"Daddy?"
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Ja mata ne- See you later
Shimatta- Shit (at least the translations I've seen)
Kuso- Damn (same situation as shimatta)
Konban wa- Good evening
Sayoonara- goodbye
Inu Yasha no baka- Inu Yasha you idiot
arigatoo- thank you
Fugu is also known as blowfish. If not prepared right, it can be deadly. This is why a lisense is needed to prepare it (and not many people bother with trying to get a lisense. They just go out somewhere fancy to eat).
My dad always called me babie and babe. I am using it here from Kagome's father as refrencce to her being "Daddy's little girl."
I made a couple edits. I changed the names of Kagome's friends, and fixed the formatting on my end notes. I hope it's easier for you all to dechiper now.
Ok, if you are intrested to find out what happens, please review. I want opinions on how this worked out.
Ja ne!
-Iapetus