Please note that Kagome and others may be a wee bit OOC. Also, many songs
used and items mentioned throughout the story were released, invented, or
refined to what they are today after 1996/1997, which is the time from
whence our lovely heroine came.
Please also make note that I have greater chances of winning the lottery than owning Inu-Yasha: A Fuedal Fairy Tale; however, if I were to win the lottery and Rumiko Takahashi was willing to talk...
The End...
...Of Itomagio's
A young woman stood outside a small, old building. Behind her the door was open, before her stood three people, her family: Mama, Sota, and Ojii-chan. By the door sat an over-stuffed yellow bag, worn from years of traveling, a new carrying case, an equally new guitar case, and a modern bow with complimentary arrows guaranteed to withstand constant use and rough conditions.
"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" the older woman asked. Inwardly, she alternately raged, wept, and cheered for her only daughter.
"Hai, Mama," Higurashi Kagome sighed. They'd been over this a dozen times already, well, a dozen and one now. "I need to complete the Shikon no Tama-" and kill Naraku, but best not let her know lest she worry more "- before... and I want to be with them. They're my family just as much as you are. Onegai, don't be sad or angry at me and don't cry." By now her eyes had darkened to a cerulean shade, glittering with suppressed tears.
"Don't go, 'nee-chan," Sota wailed, flinging his arms around Kagome's waist. She caught him and gently stroked his hair giving her mother a helpless look.
The older male now stepped foward, clearing his throat. "Now Kagome, I took the liberty of packing protection and good health charms in your bag," he either ignored or didn't see his grandaughter's exasperated face. "Just remember to enjoy yourself and not dwell on... unpleasant things. Don't push yourself to find the kakera and don't let Inuyasha push you either." He, too, enveloped her in a hug. Jii-chan placed a kiss on her cheek and stepped away, pulling Sota with him. It was ironic that after three years of the most ridiculous excuses, Jii-chan would finally tell her school the truth as to why she would no longer attend school.
Mama came foward and hugged her daughter. "Be happy," she whispered into Kagome's ear. She kissed Kagome, tightened her embrace for a second, then forcilbly let go to stand beside the others.
Kagome turned to the door and grabbed her old yellow bag. She walked down the steps to the ancient well the building housed and hefted the bag onto the edge, after repeating the process with the black case, she once again stood before her family.
Clutching the guitar case in her hand as if it were a lifeline she took one last look around the shrine that had been her home for all of her eighteen years. She looked at her family one last time. The young woman summoned a smile to grace her face. "Ai shiteru. Sayonara." She turned and walked down the old stairs one last time, a chorus of 'ai shiteru's' and 'sayonara's' following her. She went to the well; climbed onto the edge between the two bags; hooked a yellow strap over her left arm, then switched the guitar to that hand and grabbed the black handle. She took a deep breath and pushed foward, the familiar magical aura welcomed her for the last time.
(Itomagio is used to say goodbye temporarily. Sayonara is used to say goodbye permanently or when you don't expect to see someone for a very long time.)
Please also make note that I have greater chances of winning the lottery than owning Inu-Yasha: A Fuedal Fairy Tale; however, if I were to win the lottery and Rumiko Takahashi was willing to talk...
The End...
...Of Itomagio's
A young woman stood outside a small, old building. Behind her the door was open, before her stood three people, her family: Mama, Sota, and Ojii-chan. By the door sat an over-stuffed yellow bag, worn from years of traveling, a new carrying case, an equally new guitar case, and a modern bow with complimentary arrows guaranteed to withstand constant use and rough conditions.
"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" the older woman asked. Inwardly, she alternately raged, wept, and cheered for her only daughter.
"Hai, Mama," Higurashi Kagome sighed. They'd been over this a dozen times already, well, a dozen and one now. "I need to complete the Shikon no Tama-" and kill Naraku, but best not let her know lest she worry more "- before... and I want to be with them. They're my family just as much as you are. Onegai, don't be sad or angry at me and don't cry." By now her eyes had darkened to a cerulean shade, glittering with suppressed tears.
"Don't go, 'nee-chan," Sota wailed, flinging his arms around Kagome's waist. She caught him and gently stroked his hair giving her mother a helpless look.
The older male now stepped foward, clearing his throat. "Now Kagome, I took the liberty of packing protection and good health charms in your bag," he either ignored or didn't see his grandaughter's exasperated face. "Just remember to enjoy yourself and not dwell on... unpleasant things. Don't push yourself to find the kakera and don't let Inuyasha push you either." He, too, enveloped her in a hug. Jii-chan placed a kiss on her cheek and stepped away, pulling Sota with him. It was ironic that after three years of the most ridiculous excuses, Jii-chan would finally tell her school the truth as to why she would no longer attend school.
Mama came foward and hugged her daughter. "Be happy," she whispered into Kagome's ear. She kissed Kagome, tightened her embrace for a second, then forcilbly let go to stand beside the others.
Kagome turned to the door and grabbed her old yellow bag. She walked down the steps to the ancient well the building housed and hefted the bag onto the edge, after repeating the process with the black case, she once again stood before her family.
Clutching the guitar case in her hand as if it were a lifeline she took one last look around the shrine that had been her home for all of her eighteen years. She looked at her family one last time. The young woman summoned a smile to grace her face. "Ai shiteru. Sayonara." She turned and walked down the old stairs one last time, a chorus of 'ai shiteru's' and 'sayonara's' following her. She went to the well; climbed onto the edge between the two bags; hooked a yellow strap over her left arm, then switched the guitar to that hand and grabbed the black handle. She took a deep breath and pushed foward, the familiar magical aura welcomed her for the last time.
(Itomagio is used to say goodbye temporarily. Sayonara is used to say goodbye permanently or when you don't expect to see someone for a very long time.)
