Words: 500

Time: Modern Era


"Letters…"

The word was breathed by the boy so softly she thought she might have imagined it.

The three of them stared at the neat stack of ancient rice paper, in complete shock. The boxes and linens lied right next to them.

"What do we do? Do we… read them?" The teenager finally asked.

"Yes, of course. They're for us."

Grampa's eyes drooped. "I'm not sure I want to know how it ends."

Souta bit his tongue before clicking it. "That's stupid…"

"Souta…!"

"It is! We're all gonna die, why would Kagome be the exception? If we don't get to be with her while she lives, then let's just read about it! We can't just go and try to act like she died when going down the Well. She lived a whole life afterwards, and we're missing it by refusing to read these letters!"

The mother sighed. "I suppose you're right… Let's start reading, then."

"But how do we do it?" The old man inquired. "All at once? We'll run out of letters within the day!"

"Ok, how about… one letter a week, like she was mailing them to us. That way it's almost like she's just abroad and checking in weekly."

"That's a good idea, Souta. Let me read you guys the one I saw before I told you."

And so she did, slowly and lovingly, laughing with the men of her life when picturing Inuyasha like a puppy in socks while wearing shoes, longing for news about the family member that would now forever be missing.

Mama Higurashi smiled and sighed. "She sounds happy."

"Read another," begged the grandfather.

Considering the rules of their agreement, she nodded. They all deserved an update, even her.

She carefully opened a folded piece of yellowish paper, and her face twisted in shock and confusion at what she read.

Souta peeped over her shoulder. "What is it?"

"It just says… It says 'I'M. GOING. TO. KILL. HIM.'."

Bold strokes promising death stared back at the boy, who snickered.

Souta's laugher was loud and apparently also contagious, since the adults giggled along. "Now that's more like it."

"They always were an explosive couple, after all. I wonder just what might have happened."

Souta snorted. "He screw up, for sure. I wonder if he made it out of that fight alive."

Looking at the stack of letters, the older man smirked. "I hope so, or else the others will be about her regretting it."

"Who knows, he might have really crossed the line this time… I'm her younger brother, so I know for a fact she didn't have a diary because I searched. So for her to write her anger off… she must have been livid… I wonder."

Mrs. Higurashi smiled, but felt puppy eyes staring.

"We could always start honoring our agreement after one more letter, right? I really don't wanna wait a whole week before knowing what he did."

She sighed, but looked around confidentially. "Ok, fine, but don't tell the manager."


A/N: So sorry it took so long! I know, I broke my promise... But I got a big surgery and with stitches still on and everything, I got two [good] jobs. So whenever I had a second, I got into The Storyteller (my baby) to update sooner rather than later. I started posting two new stories (because I'm a masochist, yes); one inukag and one sesskag.

I hope you liked it!