DISCLAIMER: Inuyasha is property of Rumiko Takahashi.
Onmyoji
2. Names
Whenever Kagome and her friends would go have their fortunes told, Jii-chan would loudly rage against the practice. He would stomp his good foot, wave his cane and jab his fingers at his unimpressed granddaughter, and when she carried on as if he'd said nothing, the old man would sigh and pray to be given strength to handle the stupidity of youth.
'We are a Shinto family!' Jii-chan insisted. 'We don't have anything to do with those occultists!'
Kagome laughed and told him that in many ways, he was an occultist, too. After all, there were no such things as holy priests or monsters.
'Don't you know your name is important?' Jii-chan scolded. 'Your name is what you are! Do you want some demon to take you, stupid girl?'
Kagome had rolled her eyes and waved him off.
"If you want my help, little human, call my name."
Kagome flailed in the murky potion, her paralysis gone as soon as the unfamiliar voice crooned inside her head. It was a soothing purr, warm and smooth, and it reminded her the sultry tones actresses used in dramas when they wanted to portray their character as extra conniving, sly and seducing. Sometimes they were evil, too. Often though, they were only a distraction from the true villain in the plot.
"Come now, you will die soon."
Kagome kicked her bound legs and thrashed, until finally her head broke through the water and she gasped for breath, filled her lungs with sweet, sweet oxygen.
"Say my name, lets see if you've the strength for it."
Her head spun and her vision was hazy. Someone screamed for her, someone else was cursing in a familiar voice. Another was swearing that it was impossible.
"Say it, girl!"
"O-Gin!" Kagome yelled, and the world burned.