Even Sesshomaru has....
A/N:Aaaand here you go. Enjoy! P.S. I don't own Inuyasha, but I ADORE reviews.
Word Count: 500
Blood
Kagome was cutting a radish for her mother when something odd happened. Months had passed since the well closed, and though the absence of her friends still hurt, it had simmered to a dull ache instead of the sharp, cutting pain it once was. Kagome had collected herself with more poise than she thought possible. She may not have been physically strong, but she carried strength where it really counted.
She had gotten a job at a small convenience store down the street. The hours were short, so Kagome was able to spend much of her time acting as the shrine priestess when her grandfather was feeling too unwell. The extra money from her job went to helping keep their home afloat, with a bit going into a small savings Kagome kept for the future. One day she hoped to go back to school, but it was impossible with her family's funds and her dismal high school grades.
Kagome sighed as she cut the vegetables. She had done everything to keep herself busy over the long, dragging weeks, but her mind always seemed to wander to the past.
"Kagome! Are you almost done? I'm huuungry!"
Kagome huffed at her brother as he entered the kitchen. "If you're so impatient, then you help with dinner."
Sota stuck his tongue out at her. "But you're a girl, so you're better at it."
Kagome's expression of good humor evaporated into a menacing scowl. Taking one glance at her daughter, Mrs. HIgurashi stepped in.
"Kids," she murmured warningly. Both kids rolled their eyes. Sota left the room and Kagome continued chopping.
She didn't pay attention as she mused, and thus was shocked when the razor-sharp knife sliced through her finger. Kagome hissed and made a garbled noise as blood began to rush onto the chopping board. Her mother gasped and scuttled over.
"Oh, Kagome! That's deep! Cover it with a napkin for now. Good girl. Let me get the bandages."
Kagome went to sit at the table patiently as her mother went to retrieve the first aid kit. She held the napkin to her finger tightly with a wince. She really should pay more attention to what she was doing instead of daydreaming.
Kagome smiled wanly as her mother entered. "Sorry, Mama."
"Oh, psh," her mother muttered, waving a hand as she kneeled before her daughter. "It happens, dear, now let's clean this up."
Kagome peeled the napkin away from her finger, the bloodied cloth sticking stubbornly to her skin. Kagome studied her finger. It wasn't stinging as much as before.
Mrs. Higurashi poured a few drops of hydrogen peroxide over the wound, and as she washed away the excess blood there was no open wound. Instead, where Kagome had sliced herself open moments before was a pink, shiny scar.
Kagome stared in horror at her trembling finger.
"Oh no... Kagome..." her mother breathed, arms falling limp at her side.
Both looked up at the same time, meeting each other's eyes, pale with realization.