Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or its characters; that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.
Author's Notes: The premise of this story is that our poor little Kagome Higurashi (thanks to the damn jewel and gods) will be Isekai'd into the various worlds or have multiple hotties from different worlds Isekai'd to her. Not all stories will be given a happy ending. And yes, for those who are interested, there will be loads of smut in some stories. So, if you are reading this on , sorry! I adhere to the Terms of Service and will be editing out those juicy bits. If you'd like to read them, they will be on (backslash)Im_ur_Misconception. And I am doing this because of flaming trolls, groups (F.R.O.G.[Fanfiction Reformation Group] & C.U [Critics United]) that go out of their way to make sure the T.o.S of FFN is adhered to via multiple reports to the Author themselves (which goes against the T.o.S. as harassment) and then reporting it to the Admins.
Blue eyes snapped open as a familiar tug pulled at the Ki stored just behind her navel. It was time, again, to go to another world. Letting a small smile curl her lips. A snort was the only sound heard in the room. Slowly the woman sat up and let her eyes roll around, taking in the sights of the room. Especially the door that led to the storage room. She really didn't want to do this, but the price was paid for the choice made.
Then again, it had been several thousands of years since she had refused to make a 'selfless' wish because that was an oxymoron in and of itself. A wish, by definition, was to state a desire or need, even if it was for someone else. That was still being selfish. Being selfless and making a wish was a conundrum that couldn't exist in practical, rational, logical reality. Still, she couldn't really complain where they'd ended up after an epic, full-out verbal smack-down with the cosmic powers that be.
Being stuck at the end and beginning of time, where all parallel universes meet and exist, was not bad. And it gave credence to the Jet Li movie 'The One!'. Again, it was an irony, though a subtle one.
She stood up and stretched her body to work out the kinks from sleeping in an awkward position again with exaggerated care. That tugging behind her navel was getting more and more insistent, meaning that it was not going to wait for her to get ready to go to whichever universe and world to live a new life all over again.
When her mind cleared up, she walked to the low table and grabbed at the overstuffed and worn yellow backpack, and grasped it firmly as she spoke to the air in the room, "Well, let us be on our way. Another life awaits me, so let me sew some chaos!"
TBC!
