Musings of the Mind
A/U: I don't where this came from, just read it.
-Kagome
We got two more shards today. The youkai that had them wasn't very strong, I guess that the shards weren't very helpful to it because they were no bigger than wood splinters. This brings the grand total on my bottle to five. We shouldn't have too many more to collect now.
I really should head back and study for a test I have that's coming up in three days. But I think I'll stay here sitting alone on the grassy cliff a little longer and watch the stars. Besides, we're only a day and a half west of the well...which is a first. Inu-Yasha usually tries to avoid his half brother's territory--though I'm sure it has nothing to do with fear. He can admit he's afraid, but I've never actually SEEN Inu-Yasha show fear of anything.
Except tears.
For all that talk and heritage of being a big; tough demon, Inu-Yasha's just a big softie. He can't stand to see someone cry. He gets all flustered and pitiful looking; his ears droop and his face is all scrunched up in frustration while his amber eyes widen with something akin to horror. It's really quite funny to watch sometimes. Admitantly, I shouldn't use my crocodile tears on Inu-Yasha as often as I do, but short of sitting him what else am I suppose to do? I have to go back to my time at SOME point.
Tokyo. I live in guru city of electronics in the era of technology on the verge of the twenty-first century. Where I come from I can gain access to the rest of the world with just a click of the mouse. I can eat cold strawberry ice-cream with Eri, Yuka and Ayumi in the summer while we pretend to study. I live in a time where ramen is insignificant enough to be considered a snack rather than the meal Inu-Yasha makes it out to be.
There I go again thinking about Inu-Yasha. My thoughts these days always seem to center around him and consequently my alternate lifestyle in the Sengoku Jidai. Although, in truth I probably spend more time here in the past than in my era, so I guess that my regular lifestyle is really my alternate and my alternate in the past is really my regular....if that makes any sense. It makes perfect sense in its own twisted way I suppose.
When it all boils down, I guess I'm in the Sengoku Jidai era often enough that I've begun to think of this place as a second home. A place to be welcomed back to with such a warm and cherished feeling, no matter how long I've been gone everyone greets me with open arms, give or take a few gropes and smiles. It almost makes me feel guilty for leaving so often. Inu-Yasha was right when he said I have an obligation to the past. I mean I DID break the jewel in the first place, however accidental that was and reincarnate or not I AM the Shikon no Tama no miko and it is my responsibility to collect the shards and make it whole and pure again. NOT Kikyou's. But my obligation is more than just the jewel shards, I have to help my friends with their vengence. We have to kill Naraku before Miroku's curse kills him and we have to release Kohaku from Naraku's control for Sango's sake and sanity, but in the end he will die too. We will have to take the shard from his back and without that he won't survive. Poor Sango, she and Kohaku are too young to have to go through something like this.
We all are.
I turned sixteen six months ago and Sango is going to be seventeen soon and she claims Kohaku would have turned twelve just last month. Miroku is nineteen now, going on twenty this winter. I hope he makes it, the future is so unsure for him. Shippo is still a kit in youkai years and he can't be much older than Souta, mentally. I don't know how old Inu-Yasha is, but Myouga says he's reaching his reaching his first century in a couple of decades. Still, for all that age Inu-Yasha acts like a junior highschooler. I guess that's a fair estimate of how old he should be in youkai years. Everyone here is so young, in his or her own right not a person among us is older than twenty, all of my friends are orphans. And still Miroku, Sango, Inu-Yasha and even Shippo are some of the strongest people I've ever met, overcoming obsticles and pain to get where they are now. They deserve to get their revenge. Like I said before, the kids of this time are really amazing.
Suddenly I feel so petty. While everyone here fights for the shards, I'm off on my side of the well, worrying about my next exam. I have it made in the 1990's, yeah my tests are annoying, but nothing perilous. How can that compare to the fight to survive, which everyone in the past seems to do on a day to day basis? I don't know.
What I DO know is that tomorrow is another day. Inu-Yasha will want us up at the crack of dawn to go searching for another shard and Sango will slap Miroku for touching her. Shippo will annoy Inu-Yasha and...well, tomorrow's another day. Right now, this thinking will be saved for another night, I have to get back to camp, because, man, I am one tired miko....
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And that's that. I dunno, I read enough OOC/romance inner thought fics to wonder if anyone's ever REALLY thought about the psyches of the cast. Like it? Loathe it? Let me know. Button's down there.