CHAPTER ONE
I sighed as I finally completed my four page essay on 'modern versus ancient Japan'. Setting my pen to the side, I turned to stare out the window. Another Friday evening being wasted as the setting sun added pink and purple to the soon-to-be sapphire sky. I refocused my gaze to the reflection in the glass, my reflection, just staring at what I saw day after day; what made people shy away from me. Golden eyes, hawk-like in color and cat-like in shape; long, straight midnight blue-black hair which always fell over my right eye; creamy skin, and more-than-normally-pointed ears, again usually hidden by my hair. My hands were long and slender, ending in long nails that held secrets that no one of this world knew; secrets that none of them needed to know.
I shook myself, my gaze turning cold. No need to be depressed. I told myself, throwing in a feral grin for good measure. Besides, it's probably best for them that they keep away, no telling what I could do... At that moment my mother's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Namir, you have a phone call! Some girl named 'Kagome'!"
I raised my eyebrow, surprised. Kagome's part of the 'cool' clique at school and never noticed me before... wonder what's going on... I quickly made my way downstairs and taking the reciever from my mother, I spoke.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Namir? This is Kagome. Listen, you probably dont know me, but I have a question to ask."
I rolled my eyes at the 'you dont know me' comment and told Kagome to continue.
"My friends and I are in some serious trouble and we need your help. I know this is going to sound strange but I've been in the warring states era trying to defeat a demon who wants to destroy humanity."
I haulted my response. Warring states? That was over 500 years ago! But before I could say anything, Kagome again piped up.
"I know it doesnt seem logical, Namir, but please trust me. I - WE - need your help.
I opened my mouth to tell her to fin dsomeone else when my subconscious intervened. You know, you have nothing better to do. I grinned.
"When do we leave." I could feel the tension leave Kagome even before she spoke.
"Meet me at the Cherry Hill Temple*. We 'leave' tonight."
~
After wishing an irritated good-bye to my mother, who had locked herself in her room and was crying and begging me not to go, I grabbed some of my more personal stuff, put my leather gloves on and headed out to the temple. On my arrival I saw Kagome and some guy dressed in purple with a golden staff and prayer beads wrapped around his left hand sitting on the old wooden fence surrounding the place.
Kagome looked like a model who had gone through basic training. Her long dark hair spilled down her back, framing her tightly muscled body, which had obviously gotten that way from some hardcore traveling. Kagome abandoned her place on the fence and walked over to me, a grim smile on her face.
"You ready?" she asked suddenly. I eyed the man curiously as he looked me up and down and took his place beside Kagome. With a shrug I replied, "Sure. Let's get this show on the road."
Kagome regarded me with a critical eye. Well, not really me I guess, more the sheath on my back that held my grandfather's old bokkon sword. I grinned at her. "You said that you were in some serious trouble so I figured I'd bring along the firepower. Well, sort of."
Kagome shrugged. "Well, all right. Although, I think we'll have at least one person that has a problem with it. But whatever. Let's just get going." She began walking toward the temple. I glanced at the guy who was staring after her.
"She's really glad you're here," he said cooly, turning toward me. "Even if she doesn't show it. My name's Miroku... nice to meet you." I nodded and followed him into the temple.
Inside, Kagome was standing on the edge of an old well, which had obviously been used to send blessings to those who had already passed by use of magickally charged coins. Kagome, staring into the well, said softly, "Well, Namir, let's go." Again I raised my eyebrow in slight surprise but after stealing a glance at Miroku, who encouraged me, I went to join Kagome on the well.
"I'm going to assume that we're jumping into it," I said calmly. Kagome looked surprised.
"You aren't scared?"
I snorted. "Nah. It's not that big a deal... going back in time five-hundred years. No biggie."
Kagome chuckled. "Well. Let's be going." And she jumped. Miroku, who had suddenly appeared out of no where, leaped in after her. I sighed and shook my head, but followed their leads and dove feet first into the enclosed darkness of the ancient well.
*~yeah, I know I suck but dont rag me for it. Whatever. Send flames, comments the whole lot to me and I'll try to answer questions and whatnot. Later ya'll! ---Kirara~*
I sighed as I finally completed my four page essay on 'modern versus ancient Japan'. Setting my pen to the side, I turned to stare out the window. Another Friday evening being wasted as the setting sun added pink and purple to the soon-to-be sapphire sky. I refocused my gaze to the reflection in the glass, my reflection, just staring at what I saw day after day; what made people shy away from me. Golden eyes, hawk-like in color and cat-like in shape; long, straight midnight blue-black hair which always fell over my right eye; creamy skin, and more-than-normally-pointed ears, again usually hidden by my hair. My hands were long and slender, ending in long nails that held secrets that no one of this world knew; secrets that none of them needed to know.
I shook myself, my gaze turning cold. No need to be depressed. I told myself, throwing in a feral grin for good measure. Besides, it's probably best for them that they keep away, no telling what I could do... At that moment my mother's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Namir, you have a phone call! Some girl named 'Kagome'!"
I raised my eyebrow, surprised. Kagome's part of the 'cool' clique at school and never noticed me before... wonder what's going on... I quickly made my way downstairs and taking the reciever from my mother, I spoke.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Namir? This is Kagome. Listen, you probably dont know me, but I have a question to ask."
I rolled my eyes at the 'you dont know me' comment and told Kagome to continue.
"My friends and I are in some serious trouble and we need your help. I know this is going to sound strange but I've been in the warring states era trying to defeat a demon who wants to destroy humanity."
I haulted my response. Warring states? That was over 500 years ago! But before I could say anything, Kagome again piped up.
"I know it doesnt seem logical, Namir, but please trust me. I - WE - need your help.
I opened my mouth to tell her to fin dsomeone else when my subconscious intervened. You know, you have nothing better to do. I grinned.
"When do we leave." I could feel the tension leave Kagome even before she spoke.
"Meet me at the Cherry Hill Temple*. We 'leave' tonight."
~
After wishing an irritated good-bye to my mother, who had locked herself in her room and was crying and begging me not to go, I grabbed some of my more personal stuff, put my leather gloves on and headed out to the temple. On my arrival I saw Kagome and some guy dressed in purple with a golden staff and prayer beads wrapped around his left hand sitting on the old wooden fence surrounding the place.
Kagome looked like a model who had gone through basic training. Her long dark hair spilled down her back, framing her tightly muscled body, which had obviously gotten that way from some hardcore traveling. Kagome abandoned her place on the fence and walked over to me, a grim smile on her face.
"You ready?" she asked suddenly. I eyed the man curiously as he looked me up and down and took his place beside Kagome. With a shrug I replied, "Sure. Let's get this show on the road."
Kagome regarded me with a critical eye. Well, not really me I guess, more the sheath on my back that held my grandfather's old bokkon sword. I grinned at her. "You said that you were in some serious trouble so I figured I'd bring along the firepower. Well, sort of."
Kagome shrugged. "Well, all right. Although, I think we'll have at least one person that has a problem with it. But whatever. Let's just get going." She began walking toward the temple. I glanced at the guy who was staring after her.
"She's really glad you're here," he said cooly, turning toward me. "Even if she doesn't show it. My name's Miroku... nice to meet you." I nodded and followed him into the temple.
Inside, Kagome was standing on the edge of an old well, which had obviously been used to send blessings to those who had already passed by use of magickally charged coins. Kagome, staring into the well, said softly, "Well, Namir, let's go." Again I raised my eyebrow in slight surprise but after stealing a glance at Miroku, who encouraged me, I went to join Kagome on the well.
"I'm going to assume that we're jumping into it," I said calmly. Kagome looked surprised.
"You aren't scared?"
I snorted. "Nah. It's not that big a deal... going back in time five-hundred years. No biggie."
Kagome chuckled. "Well. Let's be going." And she jumped. Miroku, who had suddenly appeared out of no where, leaped in after her. I sighed and shook my head, but followed their leads and dove feet first into the enclosed darkness of the ancient well.
*~yeah, I know I suck but dont rag me for it. Whatever. Send flames, comments the whole lot to me and I'll try to answer questions and whatnot. Later ya'll! ---Kirara~*
