Time's Icy Touch

by dark shadowed rose

Time is cold, not too many people know it better than Kagome Higurashi but Steve Rogers might be one of them. This is my first drabble series, updates will be sporadic. M for volence, for any bad words and any perverted jokes that write themselves in.

25. Chapter 25

Time's Icy Touch

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, I don't own Avengers or any of the related characters, and putting them together is not that original I just hope the end resulting drabble series is.

Chapter Twenty-Five

1622 Japan

Kagome smiled at Shippo, he was almost a man, or he looked close to one, but it would probably be a hundred or so years before he actually looked eighteen. His going to the fox school had helped him learn things he hadn't known for sure. He had learned that his father had been a former general for the South, after his mother's death he'd taken Shippo with him for a simpler life in the country, leading to the events that had allowed him to become her son.

No he'd come back and told her he aged a year to every ten for the first fifteen or sixteen years of his life then it would switch to something more like fifty. Sesshomaru aged a year to every sixty. Inuyasha's own aging lead to them concluding it was something like a year to ten.

"Mama why did you name me for this job?"

Looking at her son Kagome smirked seeing he was having trouble tying the spell to the beads. "Now who was it that told me I was being silly when I said the spell for a control necklace was too hard?"

Shippo looked up, his green eyes big and pleading. "But I thought it was like using my magic on my toys, how was I suppose to understand you are trying to create an independent spell?"

Laughing at him Kagome couldn't help but tease him. "Oh does the master of magic want some help?"

"YES!"

Still laughing she went over to see what he'd been doing, the beads were like beads normally blessed for monks or mikos but she and Shippo were trying to come up with combination to hide a demon's features and the aura that allowed the growing aggressive movement of monks to hunt them. "Are you just trying cast an illusion or do you have picture in your head?"

"The first."

"I suggest picturing a face, any face, then cast the illusion on the beads, try to imprint the picture on to the beads."

"Okay."

Her son turned back to the beads on the ground in front of him, he started to glow, and then the beads started to glow, after a minute her little fox opened his eyes. "I think I got it."

He picked the beads up and they promptly fell apart, crumbling into dust.

She laughed.

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