"I don't understand a thing that's been happening," Kagome admitted to
herself as she tried to get some sleep. Kaeded had convinced the villagers
that she wasn't an evil spirit come to destroy them, despite her strange
clothing and mannerisms, and they'd agreed to let her stay the night. They
thought she dressed strangely? Kagome glanced down grumpily at her school
uniform. It wasn't like this was her favorite outfit.
What was going to happen to her tomorrow? Kaede had said she'd never heard of Tokyo. It had taken her some time, but Kagome had finally figured out where -or more acurrately, when- she was. She was in medieval Japan. She hadn't a clue how she was supposed to get back to the modern time. The only option that seemed available was the well. It had brought her here, so, logically, it ought to be able to bring her back. Unfortunately, traveling through time wasn't logical.
She let an arm drop over her forehead, and stared up at the ceiling. She had to be going insane. When she woke up from this dream, she'd blackmail her grandfather into getting her therapy. Maybe the therapist would say all of his stories were a bad influence, and he'd have to quit recounting legends. Kagome brightened at the prospect of that.
She'd been trying to get the uneasy feeling in the back of her mind to go away by thinking comforting thoughts of home and insanity. She gave up, though, and sat up as it didn't go away. Perhaps the situation was just eating on her nerves, but she had a hunch it was more than that. Her eyes were having a hard time adjusting; it never got this dark in the city. She shifted her gaze around the corners of the room, until it settled on an odd shadow. No, not a shadow. Something causing a shadow. She slowly rose, and hesitantly crossed to the corner.
A blur of movement, and a hand was at her throat. In a manner of seconds, Kagome was flipped to the wall, and pinned there by the hand around her throat. She stared in horror as the creature opened it's eyes, a faint amber light in the darkness. "Kikyo," a deep voice growled quietly.
She discovered she could breathe perfectly easily, but still tried to pry the hand away. "Who?" she gasped. Kikyo, Kikyo... Kaede had mentioned that name earlier. The priestess who'd died protecting the Shikon jewel. "I'm not Kikyo," she protested, trying to make out her captor's face in the darkness.
"Are you telling me I don't know the woman who betrayed me?" he demanded menacingly. "How did you survive? Where have you been hiding?"
Kagome's fingers were hurting from the attempt to scratch his hand away, and the grip around her throat was getting tighter every second. "My name is Kagome!" she told him, and desperately, tried to shove away the menacing eyes away from her.
A glow, similar to the light that had appeared in the well, lit the room, and she saw her captor's startled face for the first time as he was shoved away. She heard a snapping sound, and instinctively, she reached out. A cool object fell into her hand, and she pulled it close, as the man crashed into the far wall. He was struggling to his feet, the room dark again, as Kaede and a few villagers burst in, bringing torches to light the room. "What is going on in here?" the priestess demanded, and her eyes fell on the figure getting to his feet. "Inu-Yasha..."
What was going to happen to her tomorrow? Kaede had said she'd never heard of Tokyo. It had taken her some time, but Kagome had finally figured out where -or more acurrately, when- she was. She was in medieval Japan. She hadn't a clue how she was supposed to get back to the modern time. The only option that seemed available was the well. It had brought her here, so, logically, it ought to be able to bring her back. Unfortunately, traveling through time wasn't logical.
She let an arm drop over her forehead, and stared up at the ceiling. She had to be going insane. When she woke up from this dream, she'd blackmail her grandfather into getting her therapy. Maybe the therapist would say all of his stories were a bad influence, and he'd have to quit recounting legends. Kagome brightened at the prospect of that.
She'd been trying to get the uneasy feeling in the back of her mind to go away by thinking comforting thoughts of home and insanity. She gave up, though, and sat up as it didn't go away. Perhaps the situation was just eating on her nerves, but she had a hunch it was more than that. Her eyes were having a hard time adjusting; it never got this dark in the city. She shifted her gaze around the corners of the room, until it settled on an odd shadow. No, not a shadow. Something causing a shadow. She slowly rose, and hesitantly crossed to the corner.
A blur of movement, and a hand was at her throat. In a manner of seconds, Kagome was flipped to the wall, and pinned there by the hand around her throat. She stared in horror as the creature opened it's eyes, a faint amber light in the darkness. "Kikyo," a deep voice growled quietly.
She discovered she could breathe perfectly easily, but still tried to pry the hand away. "Who?" she gasped. Kikyo, Kikyo... Kaede had mentioned that name earlier. The priestess who'd died protecting the Shikon jewel. "I'm not Kikyo," she protested, trying to make out her captor's face in the darkness.
"Are you telling me I don't know the woman who betrayed me?" he demanded menacingly. "How did you survive? Where have you been hiding?"
Kagome's fingers were hurting from the attempt to scratch his hand away, and the grip around her throat was getting tighter every second. "My name is Kagome!" she told him, and desperately, tried to shove away the menacing eyes away from her.
A glow, similar to the light that had appeared in the well, lit the room, and she saw her captor's startled face for the first time as he was shoved away. She heard a snapping sound, and instinctively, she reached out. A cool object fell into her hand, and she pulled it close, as the man crashed into the far wall. He was struggling to his feet, the room dark again, as Kaede and a few villagers burst in, bringing torches to light the room. "What is going on in here?" the priestess demanded, and her eyes fell on the figure getting to his feet. "Inu-Yasha..."
