Castaway Kagome

by KalGal

The year is 1896. Kagome is set to be married to a rich landlord she wants nothing more to do with. She just wants to return to the small farm she was raised on with her mother, as the illegitimate child of a baron, but life has other plans when her ship is hit by a rouge wave and she is left, stranded on a deserted island. With the help.

10. Chapter 10

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha.

I strutted my way down the beach and whipped my slingshot out to fire at invisible enemy. I was feeling overly proud of myself for all the anger I knew that man now harbored for me.

I detoured and peeked around the trees to find the large log I had stood up to mark the place that the trail leading to the place Sesshomaru had been fishing in. I snickered but remained vigilant as I walked between the trees and bushes.

I patted the tree that I had climbed and then thought back to how far and from which direction I had been running from. I made a slight left and started down a small rutted path in the ground under all the newly grown leaves that sometimes blocked its way. When it stopped I looked around.

"Animals have to drink to, so they must make marks in the ground when going to and from the watering hole." I whispered looking around and being rewarded with small pig prints in the damp ground.

I raced after them, throwing cation to the wind and enjoying the feeling of not almost dying that day. Soon I would find water and wouldn't have to worry about anything besides a cocky brute of a man and small little arachnids.

I broke the tree line and as I was running over to the river when I tripped over something and fell on my face. I prayed to anyone that was listening that it was not another dead man.

I looked over my shoulder and was relieved to see it was a shoe. I reached out and grabbed it.

"If a shoe is here that means another woman must be he-" I stopped talking as soon as I saw the small scratch in the corner, just like the one on my shoe from when I bumped it on the one of the food tables legs.

I threw the shoe away from me and and looked around with horror. Would he really stoop so low as to play that cruel of a joke on me? Place a shoe to get my hopes up before dashing them with the small fact it was my shoe he put there?

I growled and from a far off tree a laugh could be heard as its owner sprinted away.

Good news, I made the team(Was there ever a doubt)! Bad news, later updates...sorry :(