Journey to Nowhere
By silentrose24
Summary:
Kagome and Inuyasha disappeared 15 years ago. But why? Their daughter Kohana finds out on her fifteenth birthday, and decides to set out on a nearly aimless journey with one goal in mind: to find her parents. AU, R&R please
Chapter 2: Finding Tetsuseiga
Previously:
"Miroku?"
"Yeah?"
"You were right. I do think this story of yours is crazy."
"You have to believe me, Kohana. It's the truth."
Kohana looked at Miroku with a look of pure skepticism all over her face. "Well, what if I don't? Miroku, you just told me that my parents went to look for a magic jewel and got captured by a demon," she recalled. "Does that sound just a little insane to you?" she said.
Miroku sighed. "Yes, I know it sounds crazy, but that doesn't mean it's not true."
With each word he spoke, she grew angrier. She glowered at him.
"Shut up."
Miroku stared at her, a bit taken aback. He had never seen Kohana so angry before-- but he might've known this would happen.
"You think it's funny, don't you? You think your little story's funny. I can't believe you! My parents disappeared so early in my life, I can't even remember them, and here you are, telling me that they haven't been around my whole life because of a demon," she said in an accusing tone, "which don't even exist?"
Kohana shook her head. "You're unbelievable. You don't know what it's like to have no parents your whole life, searching for answers, not knowing what happened to them, and then after fifteen years, someone just comes along and gives you this fairy tale bull for an explanation." Her eyes blazed with fury.
She stood up. "Well. Happy birthday to me." She whirled around and ran towards her room, slamming her door when she got inside.
Miroku slumped in the chair he had been sitting in. He let out a heavy sigh. "I should've known that was going to happen."
~*~
Kohana sat on her bed, steaming over the little fairy tale that Miroku had told her. 'What kind of person gives that bull to someone as an explanation?'
'I need someone to talk to.' She reached over for the phone on the nightstand. She quickly dialed her best friend's number. After three rings, Kohana heard the sound of the receiver being picked up. Then came Michiko's voice. "Hullo?"
"Hey, Michi."
"Ooh, hey, birthday girl! What's up?"
Kohana sighed. "Oh, nothing much. Just Miroku has me pissed off major."
"Ah. And now you need your best friend to make you feel better and stuff."
"Yeah."
"Hmm. Want to go for a bike ride around the park? I was about to go there anyway."
Kohana's face brightened. She loved the park. And bike rides. "Oh, yeah, sure!"
"'Kay. Meet you there."
"Yeah. See ya." Kohana hung up and ran out the door, headed for the garage.
~*~
Kohana stepped into the garage, squeezing past the car, looking for her old bike. It'd been collecting dust in the back of the garage, and she'd been waiting for a chance to get out and ride it. This would be the perfect pick- me-up for someone who loved riding her bike around the park. 'This is gonna be so awesome,' she thought happily. She had completely forgotten about what Miroku had said to her.
She stumbled in the dark, tripping over something. "Whoa!" her arms flailed out, searching for something to grab onto and keep her from falling. After closing her hand around a shelf. "What the hell was that?" She looked down, seeing some unidentifiable shape that aroused her curiosity enough to make her pick it up.
"Whoa." Kohana eyes were wide in shock as she ran her fingers gingerly along the sword, unsheathing it. "This must've been dad's. Huh. Wonder how he got it," she mused. She stood holding the old, battered sword for a while, thinking. 'Ha. Well, it's probably too old and dull to do any damage. And it looks pretty cool. I'm going to bring it to the park and show Michiko.' She grinned. 'She's gonna freak.' She put the sword back in its case and tied it to her back. Turning around to continue her search for her bike, she bumped into some other unidentifiable object. This one being too large to pick up, she felt around it to identify it. She recognized it as her bike. "Oh, here's my bike!" She smiled in the dark. "Well, that was easy." She squeezed past the car again, this time with her bike.
Once she got out of the garage, she hopped onto her bike and started pedaling fast, headed for the park.
~*~
"Take a look at this, Michi!" Kohana presented the sword to her friend.
"Agh!" Michiko cowered in fear, shrinking into the left side of the bench they were resting on.
Kohana just laughed at her friend's scared-ness. "Chill, Michi. It's not going to hurt you," she said in a mock, baby tone, obviously thinking that Michiko's fear was silly.
Michiko looked at the chipped, damaged sword dubiously. "It could."
Kohana sighed. "Well, it won't. Honestly, Michi. It's a just sword. And a dull one at that." Kohana twirled it nonchalantly.
"A sword. Just a sword, she says. Gee, a sword couldn't hurt anyone, now could it?" Michiko muttered. Kohana threw it in the air. Michiko flinched. "Stop doing that! You might drop it-and hack off my arm or something--" She retracted into the fetal position, suddenly feeling protective of her arms.
Kohana caught the sword by its handle, balanced on one leg. "No harm done."
Michiko glared at her, still in the fetal position. "Well, there could be."
"Trust me. There won't." Kohana slipped the sword back into its case and slung it over her back again, causing Michiko to breathe a sigh of relief.
Kohana sat down and sighed. "Man, I'm so bored."
Michiko sighed. "Yeah, me too."
Kohana's face brightened. "Hey, you want me to--"
"No! No swords!" Michiko interrupted sharply.
Kohana shrugged. "Well, you definitely weren't bored then."
"Well, I don't feel like fearing for my life right now," Michiko said flatly.
Kohana sighed again. "Your call."
The two friends sat slumped on the bench, bored. Michiko sat twisting a strand of her hair. Kohana just sat, staring straight at the soccer game that was ensuing in front of her.
"Hey! Give that back!" A woman in a jogging suit and a man who had apparently stolen her Walkman zoomed by. Unfortunately, the woman wasn't very fast. The Walkman Thief was.
Kohana jumped up and went after the man. "Not so bored now!"
Michiko sat up, her eyes wide and fixed on her friend. Fully realizing what could happen, she winced. "Oy."
Kohana caught up with the man. "Give the nice lady her walkman back," she said sweetly.
The burly man scoffed. "Sure I will." He darted off, Walkman and all.
Kohana kept after him. "All those track practices sure help."
The man was obviously annoyed. "Lady, I've got a knife and I'm not afraid to use it!" He slowed down and took his knife out. The jogging lady gasped.
Kohana unsheathed her sword. "So? I've got a sword and I'm not afraid to use it." Battered as it was, she was hoping it could scare him.
"God, you're annoying." He grabbed the jogging lady, helplessly dumbstruck and shocked, and held her at knifepoint. "Just let me be with my new Walkman."
"Oh, hell no. You better not." Kohana drew her sword. All of a sudden, it transformed. Into one huge, not-so-battered sword.
The man gasped. He pushed the Walkman back into the jogging lady's hands, muttering apologies. He took one last look at the huge sword, and broke into a run.
The jogging lady was awed. And again, dumbstruck.
Kohana was too. She stared at the sword for a few moments. Then it shrunk again.
"Whoa. Okay." Kohana slipped the sword back into the case. "I gotta go talk to Grandma."
~*~
Kohana parked her bike near the garage door and headed inside. "Grandma?"
Mrs. Higurashi exited the kitchen, wiped her hands on her apron. She'd obviously been cooking something. "Yes?"
"Um. what's this?" Kohana lifted the sword up a little. "It kind of-- got bigger. When I was in the park."
Mrs. Higurashi gave it a look of recognition. "Ah. so you've found Tetsuseiga."
Kohana looked at her grandmother blankly. "Um-- the sword has a name?"
"Yes, you could say that." Mrs. Higurashi was silent for another moment, staring at the sword in slight disbelief. "Huh. I'd thought he'd brought it with him when he and Kagome went after Naraku." She sighed. "Guess not."
"Naraku?" Kohana remembered Miroku mentioning him in his story.
"Yes." Mrs. Higurashi glanced at Kohana, looking a little confused. "Didn't Miroku tell you? About why your parents disappeared--"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Kohana put up a hand, motioning for her grandmother to stop. "So you're saying that all that. is true?"
Mrs. Higurashi sighed, staring at Tetsuseiga again. "Yes." She turned to Kohana. "Why, didn't you believe him?"
"Ah. no."
Mrs. Higurashi sighed again. "Well, it's all true. So how far did he get?"
"Just to that part about Naraku. He didn't really talk about anything else, actually," She recalled.
"Ah." Mrs. Higurashi nodded, very familiar with that part. She motioned towards the couch in the living room. "Sit. You obviously haven't heard the beginning yet."
~*~
Sorry it took so long to update. ^_^;
By silentrose24
Summary:
Kagome and Inuyasha disappeared 15 years ago. But why? Their daughter Kohana finds out on her fifteenth birthday, and decides to set out on a nearly aimless journey with one goal in mind: to find her parents. AU, R&R please
Chapter 2: Finding Tetsuseiga
Previously:
"Miroku?"
"Yeah?"
"You were right. I do think this story of yours is crazy."
"You have to believe me, Kohana. It's the truth."
Kohana looked at Miroku with a look of pure skepticism all over her face. "Well, what if I don't? Miroku, you just told me that my parents went to look for a magic jewel and got captured by a demon," she recalled. "Does that sound just a little insane to you?" she said.
Miroku sighed. "Yes, I know it sounds crazy, but that doesn't mean it's not true."
With each word he spoke, she grew angrier. She glowered at him.
"Shut up."
Miroku stared at her, a bit taken aback. He had never seen Kohana so angry before-- but he might've known this would happen.
"You think it's funny, don't you? You think your little story's funny. I can't believe you! My parents disappeared so early in my life, I can't even remember them, and here you are, telling me that they haven't been around my whole life because of a demon," she said in an accusing tone, "which don't even exist?"
Kohana shook her head. "You're unbelievable. You don't know what it's like to have no parents your whole life, searching for answers, not knowing what happened to them, and then after fifteen years, someone just comes along and gives you this fairy tale bull for an explanation." Her eyes blazed with fury.
She stood up. "Well. Happy birthday to me." She whirled around and ran towards her room, slamming her door when she got inside.
Miroku slumped in the chair he had been sitting in. He let out a heavy sigh. "I should've known that was going to happen."
~*~
Kohana sat on her bed, steaming over the little fairy tale that Miroku had told her. 'What kind of person gives that bull to someone as an explanation?'
'I need someone to talk to.' She reached over for the phone on the nightstand. She quickly dialed her best friend's number. After three rings, Kohana heard the sound of the receiver being picked up. Then came Michiko's voice. "Hullo?"
"Hey, Michi."
"Ooh, hey, birthday girl! What's up?"
Kohana sighed. "Oh, nothing much. Just Miroku has me pissed off major."
"Ah. And now you need your best friend to make you feel better and stuff."
"Yeah."
"Hmm. Want to go for a bike ride around the park? I was about to go there anyway."
Kohana's face brightened. She loved the park. And bike rides. "Oh, yeah, sure!"
"'Kay. Meet you there."
"Yeah. See ya." Kohana hung up and ran out the door, headed for the garage.
~*~
Kohana stepped into the garage, squeezing past the car, looking for her old bike. It'd been collecting dust in the back of the garage, and she'd been waiting for a chance to get out and ride it. This would be the perfect pick- me-up for someone who loved riding her bike around the park. 'This is gonna be so awesome,' she thought happily. She had completely forgotten about what Miroku had said to her.
She stumbled in the dark, tripping over something. "Whoa!" her arms flailed out, searching for something to grab onto and keep her from falling. After closing her hand around a shelf. "What the hell was that?" She looked down, seeing some unidentifiable shape that aroused her curiosity enough to make her pick it up.
"Whoa." Kohana eyes were wide in shock as she ran her fingers gingerly along the sword, unsheathing it. "This must've been dad's. Huh. Wonder how he got it," she mused. She stood holding the old, battered sword for a while, thinking. 'Ha. Well, it's probably too old and dull to do any damage. And it looks pretty cool. I'm going to bring it to the park and show Michiko.' She grinned. 'She's gonna freak.' She put the sword back in its case and tied it to her back. Turning around to continue her search for her bike, she bumped into some other unidentifiable object. This one being too large to pick up, she felt around it to identify it. She recognized it as her bike. "Oh, here's my bike!" She smiled in the dark. "Well, that was easy." She squeezed past the car again, this time with her bike.
Once she got out of the garage, she hopped onto her bike and started pedaling fast, headed for the park.
~*~
"Take a look at this, Michi!" Kohana presented the sword to her friend.
"Agh!" Michiko cowered in fear, shrinking into the left side of the bench they were resting on.
Kohana just laughed at her friend's scared-ness. "Chill, Michi. It's not going to hurt you," she said in a mock, baby tone, obviously thinking that Michiko's fear was silly.
Michiko looked at the chipped, damaged sword dubiously. "It could."
Kohana sighed. "Well, it won't. Honestly, Michi. It's a just sword. And a dull one at that." Kohana twirled it nonchalantly.
"A sword. Just a sword, she says. Gee, a sword couldn't hurt anyone, now could it?" Michiko muttered. Kohana threw it in the air. Michiko flinched. "Stop doing that! You might drop it-and hack off my arm or something--" She retracted into the fetal position, suddenly feeling protective of her arms.
Kohana caught the sword by its handle, balanced on one leg. "No harm done."
Michiko glared at her, still in the fetal position. "Well, there could be."
"Trust me. There won't." Kohana slipped the sword back into its case and slung it over her back again, causing Michiko to breathe a sigh of relief.
Kohana sat down and sighed. "Man, I'm so bored."
Michiko sighed. "Yeah, me too."
Kohana's face brightened. "Hey, you want me to--"
"No! No swords!" Michiko interrupted sharply.
Kohana shrugged. "Well, you definitely weren't bored then."
"Well, I don't feel like fearing for my life right now," Michiko said flatly.
Kohana sighed again. "Your call."
The two friends sat slumped on the bench, bored. Michiko sat twisting a strand of her hair. Kohana just sat, staring straight at the soccer game that was ensuing in front of her.
"Hey! Give that back!" A woman in a jogging suit and a man who had apparently stolen her Walkman zoomed by. Unfortunately, the woman wasn't very fast. The Walkman Thief was.
Kohana jumped up and went after the man. "Not so bored now!"
Michiko sat up, her eyes wide and fixed on her friend. Fully realizing what could happen, she winced. "Oy."
Kohana caught up with the man. "Give the nice lady her walkman back," she said sweetly.
The burly man scoffed. "Sure I will." He darted off, Walkman and all.
Kohana kept after him. "All those track practices sure help."
The man was obviously annoyed. "Lady, I've got a knife and I'm not afraid to use it!" He slowed down and took his knife out. The jogging lady gasped.
Kohana unsheathed her sword. "So? I've got a sword and I'm not afraid to use it." Battered as it was, she was hoping it could scare him.
"God, you're annoying." He grabbed the jogging lady, helplessly dumbstruck and shocked, and held her at knifepoint. "Just let me be with my new Walkman."
"Oh, hell no. You better not." Kohana drew her sword. All of a sudden, it transformed. Into one huge, not-so-battered sword.
The man gasped. He pushed the Walkman back into the jogging lady's hands, muttering apologies. He took one last look at the huge sword, and broke into a run.
The jogging lady was awed. And again, dumbstruck.
Kohana was too. She stared at the sword for a few moments. Then it shrunk again.
"Whoa. Okay." Kohana slipped the sword back into the case. "I gotta go talk to Grandma."
~*~
Kohana parked her bike near the garage door and headed inside. "Grandma?"
Mrs. Higurashi exited the kitchen, wiped her hands on her apron. She'd obviously been cooking something. "Yes?"
"Um. what's this?" Kohana lifted the sword up a little. "It kind of-- got bigger. When I was in the park."
Mrs. Higurashi gave it a look of recognition. "Ah. so you've found Tetsuseiga."
Kohana looked at her grandmother blankly. "Um-- the sword has a name?"
"Yes, you could say that." Mrs. Higurashi was silent for another moment, staring at the sword in slight disbelief. "Huh. I'd thought he'd brought it with him when he and Kagome went after Naraku." She sighed. "Guess not."
"Naraku?" Kohana remembered Miroku mentioning him in his story.
"Yes." Mrs. Higurashi glanced at Kohana, looking a little confused. "Didn't Miroku tell you? About why your parents disappeared--"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Kohana put up a hand, motioning for her grandmother to stop. "So you're saying that all that. is true?"
Mrs. Higurashi sighed, staring at Tetsuseiga again. "Yes." She turned to Kohana. "Why, didn't you believe him?"
"Ah. no."
Mrs. Higurashi sighed again. "Well, it's all true. So how far did he get?"
"Just to that part about Naraku. He didn't really talk about anything else, actually," She recalled.
"Ah." Mrs. Higurashi nodded, very familiar with that part. She motioned towards the couch in the living room. "Sit. You obviously haven't heard the beginning yet."
~*~
Sorry it took so long to update. ^_^;