This is my 3rd fic, and I figured, why not? Let's see how long it takes
you to figure out who the man is! I hope you like it! Please feel free to
review! By the way, none of these characters are mine. Sucks, huh?
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A Kitsune's Tears
Ch 1 Coming Home
He sighed. It had been a long time since she had disappeared into the future. After the fight with Naraku, after all of the jewel shards were theirs, after Inuyasha's agreement to go to hell with Kikyo... What was left of the former shard-hunters returned to Kaede's village, and she had been forced back to her own time. The moment she fused the jewel back together, it had taken her away from him and sealed the well. He knew it had sealed the well, otherwise she would have come back.
That was a few decades ago, though. He still thought Inuyasha was stupid to choose to go to hell with a corpse, but his friends had explained to him that had Inuyasha chosen Kagome, the shadow of Kikyo would still be there, and Kagome would always wonder if he saw her or the dead priestess. He himself couldn't see how anyone could mix the two up, but perhaps that was because the only Kikyo he had ever known was one filled with hatred, always trying to kill Kagome and steal her soul before taking Inuyasha to hell with her.
Well, she finally succeeded. Not with Kagome, but with the hanyou. He remembered Kagome's face when the mutt had gone to the walking corpse, and how she looked hurt, then, amazingly, somewhat calm. Like she had finally accepted it, and understood. That gave him some peace, at least. She wasn't crying over a stupid jerk in her time, which made him feel better.
And he had gone to live with the only other people he knew well enough to be comfortable around. He was there at their wedding, and was around to help the monk when Sango was in labor. He smiled at that memory, going over every curse she had yelled at Miroku from inside their hut, and the shocked look on Kohaku's face at his sister's language. He and Kohaku had actually trained together after the young demon hunter recovered from his wounds. He had almost died when they removed the shard, but Kirara had transformed into her huge shape, and rushed him to Kaede to be healed. It had taken a while, but in the end, he was fine.
Then, when he was in his younger teen years, he had been taken in and trained by one of his own kind. They had taught him a lot, and he was much more powerful, and much stronger now. They had scoffed at his practice of carrying a sword, but Sango and Kohaku had trained him to use it well, and he knew from past experiences a sword was a very useful weapon to have around.
He still couldn't get over the irony of it all. The monk and the demon exterminator who used to beat up on him, married with children. The exterminator's younger brother teaching him, a youkai, how to fight and use different weapons. The group-turned-family living all in the village where Kagome was first found. And now, here he was again, staring at the well that had brought Kagome to him so many times, and which had finally locked her away from him. He came every day, hoping to see something new or different. Maybe even a head of raven black hair popping out of the well and greeting him like she used to.
He sighed again, his shoulders slumping slightly. It had been 72 years since he lost her. He had been so lonely, so heart-broken. The last remnants of a family had been torn away from him. He had lived with Sango and Miroku since, even after their children grew and had gone to start families of their own. Eventually, though, he had built his own home near the well, and had moved in after his human friends' deaths. For the world, 72 years had gone by, yet he only appeared to be in his early twenties. He was glad for the youkai aging system, which let him grow normally until his teen years, then begin to slow down as he approached his peak of power. Once there, it would almost completely stop, and he would only age so much for every 15-20 years that went by.
But he still missed her. He still loved her. No one loved her like he did. Sure, that wolf, Kouga, had said he did, but he soon after found himself another mate, and while he stopped by the well every year to pay his respects, he didn't miss her nearly as much. Not as much as the man who now stood by the well, wishing with all his might that the one he loved would come back.
She had protected him, she had played with him... she had loved him. And he had loved her. And as he had grown without her, his love changed. She was no longer a mother to him. He loved her like Miroku loved Sango. He would die for her, if it would make her happy. If she would only come back to him.
He leaned over the side of the well, looking down into the black depths in faint hope of seeing her smiling face. When this was denied him, he felt his control slip. He watched as his auburn hair, which had darkened as he grew older, slid over his shoulder and into his direct line of sight as he continued to lean over the well. He felt the tears well up in his eyes, and his sight blurred for a moment before they fell down into the hole that had stolen her. He forced back a sob, but couldn't control himself enough to keep from screaming her name into the blackness. As he fell to his knees, all Shippou could think of was the one person who had ever fully loved him. Kagome.
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Kagome looked up from her book. She could have sworn she heard someone cry out for her. She pushed her chair away from her desk, stood, and went to look for Souta, since the voice had sounded like a boy's. No, she thought, not a boy's. A man's. He sounded older than me, actually. Curious, she walked outside and looked around. No one in sight. It was late afternoon, and the weather was warm enough to let her wear a sundress with a light, short-sleeved sweater over it.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize where her feet were taking her until she found herself looking down into the Bone-Eater's Well. She sighed. It had been 2 years since she had been forced back. She missed everyone from that time. All of her friends. Her second family. She wondered how they had done after she left.
She had been there when Kohaku had the shard removed from him, and had helped Kaede patch him up before letting him rest. She and Shippou had then gone to help Miroku comfort Sango, but she had cried herself to sleep already, her head resting on the monk's shoulder. Kagome had decided not to disturb such a peaceful scene, and so she and the kitsune had gone to gather herbs for Kaede. It was while they were in the woods that she had remembered the shard she had just removed from Kohaku. She had stopped dead still, looking at the chunk of the jewel she wore around her neck. When Shippou had noticed her silence, he had looked at her, and saw that she had the jewel in one hand, and the shards she had acquired from Naraku and Kohaku in the other.
She remembered the poor kid's face when she had told him she was going to try and put the jewel back together. He had looked worried, scared. She had simply smiled at him, and walked towards the well. Together they sat there, looking at the soon-to-be-whole Shikon no Tama, their backs resting against the rough wood.
She had placed her hands together, forcing the jewel and shards together, and had closed her eyes to concentrate. She saw with her mind, coaxing the jewel to become one again, to be complete. There had been a bright flash, and when she had looked down into her now-cupped hands, a small ball had been sitting there, looking just as it had before she had shattered it with her arrow.
The oddest feeling had come over her, and she knew she was being pulled away. She immediately reached out and grabbed the kitsune cub and hugged him close, crying and telling him she loved him, only to have him slip through her fingers a moment later, and to open her eyes to see herself back in the well-house. In her time.
And now, here she stood, her long black hair forming a curtain as she leaned over and looked into the depths of the well. She sighed again as she thought of Shippou, his sweet smile, Miroku and Sango's love-hate relationship, the loss of Inuyasha to Kikyo, which had, surprisingly, not hurt her as much as she thought it would. She had fallen slowly out of love with the dog-demon, but he was still her friend.
Her sight became distorted for a second, then she watched as a tear fell down into the well. But the oddest thing happened. The bottom of the well began to glow blue again, like it had in the days before the Shikon jewel sealed it and returned to her body. Her eyes wide, she realized the seal had faded away. Without thinking, she quickly leapt in, her heart racing at the thought of seeing everyone again. I hope they remember me, she thought...
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At the edge of the clearing, Shippou's head snapped up as he felt it. A strong sense of magic permeated the air, making the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He turned to look for the source of the feeling, only to realize it was coming from the well!
He raced back to the wooden structure, only to be greeted by a familiar scent. One that, as a child, he had associated with promises of candy, hugs and kisses. The scent of cherry blossoms and rain. The soft kind of rain that calmed your spirit. He looked over the side of the well, and saw someone looking back up at him.
At the sight of those familiar blue eyes, his heart leapt into his throat. She had come back to him. Somehow, his wish had been heard. It was true. She was here. She was back. She was Kagome. She was unconscious. She had fainted.
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So, what do you think?? I've seen some odd pairings, but I had only ever seen one that had been focused on Shippou and Kagome. I had really liked it, and I could never find another one like it. Finally, I just had to write one. Please review!! (no flames, though... I'm a pyro, that would only make me flame you back.)
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A Kitsune's Tears
Ch 1 Coming Home
He sighed. It had been a long time since she had disappeared into the future. After the fight with Naraku, after all of the jewel shards were theirs, after Inuyasha's agreement to go to hell with Kikyo... What was left of the former shard-hunters returned to Kaede's village, and she had been forced back to her own time. The moment she fused the jewel back together, it had taken her away from him and sealed the well. He knew it had sealed the well, otherwise she would have come back.
That was a few decades ago, though. He still thought Inuyasha was stupid to choose to go to hell with a corpse, but his friends had explained to him that had Inuyasha chosen Kagome, the shadow of Kikyo would still be there, and Kagome would always wonder if he saw her or the dead priestess. He himself couldn't see how anyone could mix the two up, but perhaps that was because the only Kikyo he had ever known was one filled with hatred, always trying to kill Kagome and steal her soul before taking Inuyasha to hell with her.
Well, she finally succeeded. Not with Kagome, but with the hanyou. He remembered Kagome's face when the mutt had gone to the walking corpse, and how she looked hurt, then, amazingly, somewhat calm. Like she had finally accepted it, and understood. That gave him some peace, at least. She wasn't crying over a stupid jerk in her time, which made him feel better.
And he had gone to live with the only other people he knew well enough to be comfortable around. He was there at their wedding, and was around to help the monk when Sango was in labor. He smiled at that memory, going over every curse she had yelled at Miroku from inside their hut, and the shocked look on Kohaku's face at his sister's language. He and Kohaku had actually trained together after the young demon hunter recovered from his wounds. He had almost died when they removed the shard, but Kirara had transformed into her huge shape, and rushed him to Kaede to be healed. It had taken a while, but in the end, he was fine.
Then, when he was in his younger teen years, he had been taken in and trained by one of his own kind. They had taught him a lot, and he was much more powerful, and much stronger now. They had scoffed at his practice of carrying a sword, but Sango and Kohaku had trained him to use it well, and he knew from past experiences a sword was a very useful weapon to have around.
He still couldn't get over the irony of it all. The monk and the demon exterminator who used to beat up on him, married with children. The exterminator's younger brother teaching him, a youkai, how to fight and use different weapons. The group-turned-family living all in the village where Kagome was first found. And now, here he was again, staring at the well that had brought Kagome to him so many times, and which had finally locked her away from him. He came every day, hoping to see something new or different. Maybe even a head of raven black hair popping out of the well and greeting him like she used to.
He sighed again, his shoulders slumping slightly. It had been 72 years since he lost her. He had been so lonely, so heart-broken. The last remnants of a family had been torn away from him. He had lived with Sango and Miroku since, even after their children grew and had gone to start families of their own. Eventually, though, he had built his own home near the well, and had moved in after his human friends' deaths. For the world, 72 years had gone by, yet he only appeared to be in his early twenties. He was glad for the youkai aging system, which let him grow normally until his teen years, then begin to slow down as he approached his peak of power. Once there, it would almost completely stop, and he would only age so much for every 15-20 years that went by.
But he still missed her. He still loved her. No one loved her like he did. Sure, that wolf, Kouga, had said he did, but he soon after found himself another mate, and while he stopped by the well every year to pay his respects, he didn't miss her nearly as much. Not as much as the man who now stood by the well, wishing with all his might that the one he loved would come back.
She had protected him, she had played with him... she had loved him. And he had loved her. And as he had grown without her, his love changed. She was no longer a mother to him. He loved her like Miroku loved Sango. He would die for her, if it would make her happy. If she would only come back to him.
He leaned over the side of the well, looking down into the black depths in faint hope of seeing her smiling face. When this was denied him, he felt his control slip. He watched as his auburn hair, which had darkened as he grew older, slid over his shoulder and into his direct line of sight as he continued to lean over the well. He felt the tears well up in his eyes, and his sight blurred for a moment before they fell down into the hole that had stolen her. He forced back a sob, but couldn't control himself enough to keep from screaming her name into the blackness. As he fell to his knees, all Shippou could think of was the one person who had ever fully loved him. Kagome.
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Kagome looked up from her book. She could have sworn she heard someone cry out for her. She pushed her chair away from her desk, stood, and went to look for Souta, since the voice had sounded like a boy's. No, she thought, not a boy's. A man's. He sounded older than me, actually. Curious, she walked outside and looked around. No one in sight. It was late afternoon, and the weather was warm enough to let her wear a sundress with a light, short-sleeved sweater over it.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize where her feet were taking her until she found herself looking down into the Bone-Eater's Well. She sighed. It had been 2 years since she had been forced back. She missed everyone from that time. All of her friends. Her second family. She wondered how they had done after she left.
She had been there when Kohaku had the shard removed from him, and had helped Kaede patch him up before letting him rest. She and Shippou had then gone to help Miroku comfort Sango, but she had cried herself to sleep already, her head resting on the monk's shoulder. Kagome had decided not to disturb such a peaceful scene, and so she and the kitsune had gone to gather herbs for Kaede. It was while they were in the woods that she had remembered the shard she had just removed from Kohaku. She had stopped dead still, looking at the chunk of the jewel she wore around her neck. When Shippou had noticed her silence, he had looked at her, and saw that she had the jewel in one hand, and the shards she had acquired from Naraku and Kohaku in the other.
She remembered the poor kid's face when she had told him she was going to try and put the jewel back together. He had looked worried, scared. She had simply smiled at him, and walked towards the well. Together they sat there, looking at the soon-to-be-whole Shikon no Tama, their backs resting against the rough wood.
She had placed her hands together, forcing the jewel and shards together, and had closed her eyes to concentrate. She saw with her mind, coaxing the jewel to become one again, to be complete. There had been a bright flash, and when she had looked down into her now-cupped hands, a small ball had been sitting there, looking just as it had before she had shattered it with her arrow.
The oddest feeling had come over her, and she knew she was being pulled away. She immediately reached out and grabbed the kitsune cub and hugged him close, crying and telling him she loved him, only to have him slip through her fingers a moment later, and to open her eyes to see herself back in the well-house. In her time.
And now, here she stood, her long black hair forming a curtain as she leaned over and looked into the depths of the well. She sighed again as she thought of Shippou, his sweet smile, Miroku and Sango's love-hate relationship, the loss of Inuyasha to Kikyo, which had, surprisingly, not hurt her as much as she thought it would. She had fallen slowly out of love with the dog-demon, but he was still her friend.
Her sight became distorted for a second, then she watched as a tear fell down into the well. But the oddest thing happened. The bottom of the well began to glow blue again, like it had in the days before the Shikon jewel sealed it and returned to her body. Her eyes wide, she realized the seal had faded away. Without thinking, she quickly leapt in, her heart racing at the thought of seeing everyone again. I hope they remember me, she thought...
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At the edge of the clearing, Shippou's head snapped up as he felt it. A strong sense of magic permeated the air, making the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He turned to look for the source of the feeling, only to realize it was coming from the well!
He raced back to the wooden structure, only to be greeted by a familiar scent. One that, as a child, he had associated with promises of candy, hugs and kisses. The scent of cherry blossoms and rain. The soft kind of rain that calmed your spirit. He looked over the side of the well, and saw someone looking back up at him.
At the sight of those familiar blue eyes, his heart leapt into his throat. She had come back to him. Somehow, his wish had been heard. It was true. She was here. She was back. She was Kagome. She was unconscious. She had fainted.
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So, what do you think?? I've seen some odd pairings, but I had only ever seen one that had been focused on Shippou and Kagome. I had really liked it, and I could never find another one like it. Finally, I just had to write one. Please review!! (no flames, though... I'm a pyro, that would only make me flame you back.)