Nothing like You
Summary: Kagome is trapped in a mirror, the result of a wish on the Shikon no Tama...when her mirror is broken, and she's released, Kagome finds that she hasn't aged a day...but the world around her, is nothing like it was when she was trapped within her mirror. Now, she has to figure out how to make a new life in the DWMA...but that doesn't look to be as easy as it sounds.
Anime/Manga: Soul Eater/InuYasha
Pairing: Kagome/Death the Kid
Genre: Romance/Drama/Adventure
Rated: M for Mature Content
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Death the Kid, otherwise known as Kid for short. Was walking towards his fathers' Death Room with the intention of speaking to his father. "I wouldn't have to consider this if not for the fact that I was growing bored." He entered the Death Room and stepped out of the hall of Guillotine's. Taking a quick look around, he noted that his father wasn't around to be seen, and walked in a bit. His eyes met his own and he walked forward towards his reflection in the Death Mirror. Not likely to see anything he wasn't already used to, his mind wandered to many different things. He hadn't brought Liz and Patty with him, instead, he had opted to let them stay out with Maka and Soul. More than happy with the silence that followed him after leaving the two sisters in the care of the much more responsible Meister Maka. Thinking over the last few days, he had recently joined the DWMA, and was bored in the Crescent Moon Class he resided in, even if it was infinitely more active than what he was used to, he was still tired of not doing anything. Hence, why he was here. His mind was in disarray and he was unsettled by how little concentration he had as of recently.
"A sound soul, dwells within a sound mind, and a sound body." He spoke softly to himself, staring at his reflection before he stepped closer to it. He felt drawn to the image in the mirror, or maybe it was the mirror itself that he was feeling drawn to. Walking until he was at an arm's length from the mirror, he extended his arm and reached out his hand, his fingertips touching against the glass before he pressed them fully to the mirror. 'It's warm...has this mirror always been so warm?'
He closed his eyes and let himself feel out the warmth coming from the mirror before him, he'd never felt so content, so safe in his life. Yet here he stood, and this strange emotion was swelling inside of him.
He opened his eyes and took in his reflection, he felt somewhat calmer, and more relaxed then when he came into the Death Room. 'I wonder if that's why father stays in her most of the time.' A sudden pulse met the tips of his fingers and he stared in wonder at the reflection before him before he let his hand fall away from the mirror. Stepping back, he turned away and started to walk towards the hall of Guillotine's that were lined up before him. Though...as he grew further away from the mirror...he found himself being filled with a feeling of loneliness, and with anger, with fear and with frustration.
"I've been in here long enough!"
He paused in his steps as he could have sworn he'd head a faintly echoed yell, something akin to a scream being smothers or boxed off, sound proofed or something.
"LET ME OUT~!"
Kid heard that! He turned around and looked around, there was no one there, no one. Yet, there was someone there. While his soul perception may not be at the same level as Maka's, he could still feel them, sense them...and what he could sense...was an emotionally unstable and frightened soul. The sound of something cracking drew his eyes to the mirror he'd just moments ago stood in front of, and to his shock, he watched as sparks of a feminine energy flared out around the mirror before it finally gave way under the pressure of the soul's energy and shattered completely. His eyes widening as he took in the sight before him, a girl maybe a bit older than himself fell forward in a glow of energy, blood splatter on the floor before her and below her, caused no doubt from the glass that had shattered under the pressure that her energy had produced.
She lay motionless on the floor, her body convulsing from the shock of her souls abusive misuse of her energy. Moving closer, he looked at her body, it was pale, but he couldn't tell if it was due to an injury, the glow of her soul, or if she was just naturally pale. Each step he took, he grew closer to her still figure, until only a step away from her, he knelt down and brushed black hair from the pale features hidden by her bangs, her eyes shut, her body still wrecked with tremors as her soul tried to balance itself back out. Finally, as the tremors became less and less, Kid chanced lifting her into his arms and carefully supported her head against his shoulder before he stood and started out of his fathers' Death Room. His mind couldn't focus on anything, not the asymmetrical cut of her bangs, not the fact that her red school scarf wasn't evenly placed down the center of her shirt, or the fact that her hair was unevenly cut with someone's lack of care towards the layers in her hair. As asymmetrically-phobic as he was, he couldn't focus on all the things that were wrong right now, he could only feel her soul, and see the blood, and while even that wouldn't be able to sway his need for perfection, he also felt the familiar warmth he'd felt earlier, and understood that it was this girl in his arms that had given him that warm and safe feeling.
...what he knew...was he needed to get her help. Afterwards, he would return to find his father and speak to him, and maybe he could explain this girl, that mirror, and how both are, or were connected.
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Me: Here is chapter two, I hope you all enjoy, let me know what you all think. Like I said before, I really can't claim ownership of this story, since my fingers are basically moving on their own with what's going on and how things progress. Please be patient, and hopefully we can all get a SE/IY fic that's not only longer than two chapters, but complete AND a DtK/Kagome. Fingers crossed.
