Title: Home is where I belong

Summary: A young daughter seeks out the truth for her identity and they were all got answered in a wrong time. In her search what is her true purpose of going back in Sengoku Jidai, she unravels that might endanger everyone and the world....

Rating: PG-13


Home is where I belong

An Inuyasha Fanfiction from Miko-chan

Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimers apply. I'm too poor to even own a decent paper for creating something like Inuyasha...

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The locker door was opened with agile movement. Settling the traditional practice clothes, recently used in archery club, she gave a hasty glimpse at the pin-up board posted in the big metal flap. Satisfied that all has been straighten up in the scheduled list, a small smile formed in her lips. With a pliant step towards the window, her view was drifted to a certain direction , its old-aged roofs were similarly coated in the freshly laid flakes.

Yearning was written all over her face.

Glancing the pathways wrapped in gratted ice through the moist glass, she reflexively raised her warm palm against the cold, hard panes. No matter how she tried to constraint the emotions running turbulent inside her writhing stomach, she cannot help it but feel anxious. Her breath was slow, calling profound concentration. This was certainly the day she was waiting for this month.

"Yukiko-chan!!!!!"
"Saa! Yukiko-sempai!"
"Yukiko-san!!"

Instantly, her hand dropped to her side. Her previous focused expression altering into its cordial manner.

Another band of her friends. All they did in her presence was to flatter and pamper her with whatever she decided to accomplish. Of course, she cares for them, as Rin would give her all the understanding in the world. However, she never pestered Rin-oneechan this much.

"Have you received your presents, Yukiko-sempai?" called out a girl in her freshmen uniform.
"Yes, Iku-chan" Those presents were so heart-warming but some of them can help a needy charity.

"Yukiko-san! You were great down there at the training area!" A bouncy pigtailed girl, in the name of Hirumi, suddenly chirped in. "Yeah! She was like this..." Iku turned away her attention from her. With such enthusiasm, she stance in a clumsy imitation of someone who held a taut bow in deep meditation. Everyone was now holding their breath, as if the admiration in the earlier scene was played again in their mind. Another brunette, Suri-chan, finished the suspense." And twang!". The imaginary arrow was released, and Iku pronounced happily, "It was right on target!"

The whole crowd gave a thunderous applause.

She wished she could roll her eyes. But she was saved from such act when the burst of shouts suddenly slow down into a silent anticipation. "Are you going home, Yukiko-sama?"

She nodded, taking a small step back.

"Well," the three lasses were speaking with its winning sweet voice. "Can we party at your home?" grating their high-pitched shrills, she winced, praying that her ears will be able to function properly later. Anticipation was read throughout the multitude to be found in the vicinity. Obviously, An old shrine like hers grants its rewarding features. Most especially...

"And is your father at home?" Hirumi voiced out the obvious. "Maybe he can join us, you know."

Yukiko could bet her whole box of chocolates that she can feel the flow of arousal from these fan girls. She can already describe the heat rising up her pale cheeks. She really resented the idea that these girls were fantasizing about her father! For goodness sake, HE'S MARRIED! Why he must be so beautiful all the time? Good thing that Otousan was not yielding to this kind of attention like any other male specie that were classified as 'handsome'. It was a mystery, that he was not a big head and two-timer as other low types would be (if compared to him), even he is sometimes impassive as ever.

"We can't" she managed to restraint all of these in an apology "Obaachan is at home. We can't disturb her." A hanging air disappointment of rapidly filled the place. She grazed them with a consoling smile above their baffled pouts. With their frustrated sulking evaporating, she waved her hands in the same time. " Maybe some other time, ne? Ja! Have to be there by now!" She turned her back just after their friendly goodbyes, with some late 'Take Cares' and 'Happy Birthday'.

Occasionally, she realized that this amiable atmosphere was good for her too.

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This walk was really soothing.

No bustles.

No worries.

Not even stalkers.

It was just her plain self, strolling on her trail towards home.

She was alone and this was what she wanted. Being deserted was her way of building a fence from those who want to breakthrough her barriers of solidarity. This was the instant wherein her thoughts would drift into her collection of memories that she ponders on. It was unusual for her to be so selfish, her desire in solitude was annoyingly self-centered. But if she was surrounded with matchmaking groups, envious maidens and dominance from the opposite sex, what harm it would do to give her a break?

She was in so much awe in observing snowflakes, descending to form the big white blanket, shielding them to transforming into a unique beauty. Piece by piece they fall, until they form and completely united. Compared to her, she wanted some few truths about herself little by little in order to make out a solid understanding of her strange shortcomings, what is her purpose of having these abilities.
Pliant and huge, nevertheless needed this answers. And her popularity is not even solving it. It was somehow choking her, leaving her breathless. Being desolated seems much better now... If it were not for the fact she will be focusing dissatisfied amber eyes or confused blue hazes, she would have decided long ago to drop one subject.

Okaachan never thought what would the teachers thought. When they have learned she was Higurashi's daughter, they never stopped admiring her. Thanks to her past top records, everybody expects Yukiko to do the same, if not to outdo her own mother. She had already told this pressure to her parents, declaring that popularity is some ill luck fallen to her. Otousan, well, he raised his delicate eyebrows in amusement and glanced his wife, who was filling the dining hall with her bell-like laughter. Her response?

"Glare at them. Your father does that all the time."

As if she could do that. Otousan has a way with things, making her useless attempt to try the solution. She shook her head miserably. It was always a failure. She always radiates a cheerful disposition; even she was calm and infallible in her invisible authority. If her father could teach her how to perform that....With a heave of breath, she took a glimpse at the withering trees in the cold. She really missed him from these frequent trips lately. And for her friends to see her emotional turmoil when she hugs her Otousan returning from some mysterious place, it was better to leave them at peace.

She was not really lying about Obaachan being at home. It was tradition, in her birthday (December 22), to celebrate it with them. The shrine was actually Obaachan's property and was given to her parents at her birth. Thoughtful and gentle the elderly woman was, and to her delight since she was five, Obaachan would tell the Legend of Inuyasha and a powerful miko who accompanied him from his journey, in search of the precious Shikon no Tama. Those childlike fancies were her only refuge from the harsh reality that she revolves in. Longing to leap in thick, dense forest and towering mountains. Her mother would stare outside with his father beside the thin shoji while listening every year to its continuation of every end, their gazes captured by the Old god tree. It was the very trunk where Inuyasha, the dog demon, was imprisoned for fifty years. The tree that was held with revered respect, where once upon a time a hanyou was sentenced into eternal sleep.

Who would believe in rubbish like that, when obviously any trace of imprints to prove of existence?

She would.

It may appear foolish. However fairytales were her comfort of being distinctive from the others. That she was enduring enchantments and one day, will live happily ever after.

The problem was, she was denied to carry-on with its conclusion.

She waited for ten years and she will hear the end of it.

And she shall no longer accept any refusals.

She protested vehemently, insisting why on earth they have to let her dangle on the edge. She cannot be tamed with her anger as any robust girl can demonstrate while sitting comfortably on the rug. All became tense, noticing how Obaachan and Okaachan exchanged rich glances.

She became calm, as soon sorrow seems to occupy the warm household.

Her father stooped down to ruffle her head, which caused her to stare at him with a startled expression.

Pain. Stabbing pain in deep amber liquids.

The faint hues of the night was blending in the light azure sky. They might be concerned about her, late to arrive and the dinner slowly turning cold....

Wait...What was that? She sniffed.

Then her nose caught something. She cannot recognize the unnerving scent of this foreign presence...foul and suffocating. It was not being friendly on her prey, either. The chill sent jolts to the tips of her hair, breaking cold sweat on her feverish brow. It want something...and it could not be just some few coins. Taking slow, calculated steps, she demanded in her fierce tone.

"What do you want?"

A soft cackling sound. Then a violent gust of wind blew, lifting her arms to cover from the lashing drifts, shriveling leaves and rigid pebbles. Between her crossed limbs, she squinted her eyes to look for the assaulter. An enlarged feather?

She was now suffering from a mental breakdown. Great.

"Yo."

Just as it had started, it abruptly stopped. She gradually composed herself as the breeze subsided. However, she disbelieve what was in front of her. A woman clad in a splendid kimono, was smirking malevolently. The hair was bundled in a bun, held by a feather ornamented pin. Her unpadded feet was firmly rooted to the ground, with her blood red irises taking her in a height of sudden fear. Proving she was the one controlling lately the surprising turning of events, she snapped her fan shut and she replied with her low voice, "I thought you will never notice me, Heir of the Western Lands."

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I'll go into detail, I promise. But not yet...we must never rush things up for your satisfaction. I want to make sure that it deserves to be read.
I will reveal the Sess/Kag flashbacks... I hope this would not dampen your spirits to read.

Yes, total disaster if she found out,ne?. And it starts now.The claws and fangs were not included at her features since her mother is a pure and powerful miko that her purifying powers could cleanse some 'unclean' characteristics of a youkai . But all the other reasons are to be kept first as a secret, gomenasai! Dont' worry, I'll give my best shot to explain it further. And yes, they are in modern Japan. Sess and Kag being there would be explained in later chapters. And there are no other mode of transportation to be used her for time traveling except the ol' trusty well!

And about Inuyasha... where is he? I can't tell you everything, ne? Just give me some plots to think off and I will be more than welcome to accept and think of it.

Who is the one Yukiko smelling every week of the New Moon? It's not Sess-chan, but you will see it in the next chapter, where in the 'weird guardian' appears out of nowhere...

Those who suggested for the names, I owe you a favor.

Arigatou to everything. The birthday, December 22, is actually from Moonwind-chan. This is her birthday present as well.

I wish I can write longer fics like others do. But due to my experiences, I tend to be delayed and even to the point of not finishing what I started. And that would be a disrespect to the Sess/Kag fans. I'm so sorry, so please bear with me.