It's been weeks since Kagome has visited the Feudal Era, she knew that once she returned that her hanyou friend would let her have it. He'd yell about how she was wasting everyone's time, how she was no help to the group and that Naraku could've taken the remaining shards by then. Everything was her fault, as it always was.
Yet the well not working wasn't.
No matter if he would believe that or not, it was the truth.
Nearly a month ago, Kagome had argued with the half demon that she would need to go home for at most five days. Exams were coming up and she needed to restock their supplies, the usual bit as well as spend a day with her family that she missed dearly. Inuyasha yelled as he always did, insulting her and comparing her to his dead love, Kikyou. The routine was always the same, it never deviated.
She finally got her way after a few choice words were spoken, kissing her kit goodbye as well as waving off her friends before she jumped into the magic that brought her home.
At first, she relished in the comfort her home brought, the loudness of her brother running up and down the stairs as well as her mother's gentle chastising. Nothing was better than being around family, even if they were a bit weird at times. But that's what she loved about them. The first two days passed without fault, she even found herself growing weary of when her hanyou friend would come from the well to drag her back. Yet that never happened. He never came and she thought that perhaps Kaede spoke to him, convinced him to let her stay the full five days. The fourth day came and went without an interruption, then came the fifth day when she was set to leave.
Kissing her mother and brother goodbye, she took that horrid yellow backpack and tossed it over her shoulder before she jumped back into the well. Waiting for the magic to engulf her and spit her back into the past.
Yet it never did.
Instead she found herself at the bottom of a dry well in an aging wellhouse. Confused, she climbed her way out and stared down its walls. Nothing looked off at first but as her gentle hands grabbed the edge of the well, she couldn't help but let out a startled gasp.
The magic was no longer singing its bright tune that always welcomed her, instead it was dull as if chastising her for not following what it told her to do. She could feel her heart begin to ache, what had she done wrong now? Why was it always her fault? Tears began to form at her eyes and it wasn't that long until they were streaming down her face, hands balled up in fists as she hit the edge of the well.
The first day it didn't let her through, she didn't leave the well house. She sat beside the damned well, crying as she leaned against it. Her mother later found her after hearing the gentle sobs and bangs against the well. The woman had no idea how to comfort her daughter in such a time, so she brought her blankets and a pillow as well as food to eat.
It took her a while to gain back her desire to go to her room, to try and figure out what was happening. At first, she settled for just glaring at the wellhouse as if it would answer her questions if she stared hard enough. But that quickly proved to be useless, so she opted with busying herself with catching up with her school as best as she could. Hoping each and every day that the song would go back to its original tune and was only met with disappointment when it didn't. But then school began to leave a nasty taste of her tongue because while she cherished her friends dearly, they began to annoy her with their constant desires to get her to date Hojo. The guy was nice and gentle towards her and maybe if she hadn't gone into the past, she would have been content with such a guy as him. But he couldn't understand the concept of 'no´ and was far too normal for a time-traveling priestess such as herself.
And so, she made a schedule for herself every day, it was simple really. She would attend school and immediately after go home and study the old scrolls in her family's shrine. The idea of studying her own family history never really occurred to her because even after she had fallen down the well, she had accepted that Kikyou was her incarnation and that was that. Maybe here and there she thought about how powerful the previous monks and mikos were before her but nothing too big really.
Oh, how the poor girl was wrong.
Just within the first day of research she learned one valuable piece of information.
Kikyou was not her incarnation.