(I still do not own Inyuasha, and if I don't get more reviews, you're
dead.)
Part 2: Discovery
Somewhere near present-day Tokyo, mid-14th century: Japan.
It was a beautiful day, the sun was out the birds were singing, and there was hardly a cloud in the sky. 'You just don't get days like this back home,' thought Kagome. Though it was a wonderful day and she had not been covered in demon blood for three days Kagome was still uneasy about her family. It had been a month since she was last been to the modern world and now curiosity about her family had started to make her nervous. Unfortunately she couldn't go back at the moment, as she was on another quest for the sacared jewel shards. She was pushing her bike along at the end of the group as she often did. In the very front was the half-demon Inyuasha in a grumpy mood as usual. Just behind him was the monk Miroku along with the demon slayer Sango and her pet beast Kila-la in its small form. Riding in the basket of Kagome's bike was the infant wolf demon Shippou. Today they were several miles north of the village were Kagome's portal to the modern world was, on the tail of another jewel shard. "We should be coming up to the next village," Miroku said, breaking the silence they usually traveled in.
Kagome could see the village up ahead. It seemed peaceful and welcoming. But, when they arrived at the village they saw a horrible site, bodies everywhere, blood everywhere, but unlike most massacres by demons or thieves there were women and children slaughtered and there was no muffled crying, no one unlooked, every one was dead and had been for hours.
"What kind of demon is this heartless," said Sango in horror and anger.
"This wasn't a demon, there's no sent, demon or human," said Inyuasha
smelling the air.
"I've found something," came Miroku's voice from off to one side where
he had been examining one of the bodies.
"What is it?" said Sango coming over and crouching down with Miroku
and Inyuasha
"It's a pellet of lead," said Miroku holding it up, "I found it inside
one of the bodies and it looks like there are similar ones in the
other bodies."
"But what is it?" said Sango, "an arrowhead?"
"No," said Miroku, "too heavy."
Kagome heard none of this she was starring at the blood covered lead pellet in Moroku's hand. Then Kagome noticed more things about the wrecked village, the footprints leaving the seen were not demon tracks or the shoes of a thief but the imprints of modern boots. Next to the boot prints were two parallel grooves in the mud to deep to be a cart but deep enough to be the tire tracks of a jeep. Finally, all over the place there were piles of little brass tubes that in the modern world come out of machine guns. Kagome suddenly understood what was going on.
"That's a bullet," Kagome said in a shaky voice.
"Sorry," Miroku said pointing to the bullet, "but what did you call this."
"It's called a bullet," Kagome said in that shaky voice, "it's a
weapon of my time, and that isn't it ether those tracks are made by
rubber soled boots. The two grooves next to them are made by a type of
mechanical horse and cart called a jeep, and every were are bullet
housings or tiny brass tubes bullets are fired from."
"What are you saying," said Sango looking horrified, "that there a
band of soldiers from your time wandering around."
"That's exactly what she's saying," said an unfamiliar voice with a
strong British accent coming from one of the houses.
Suddenly, soldiers jumped out from in and behind the houses. They all wore modern military uniforms in a dark tan color, with tan military helmets, and black goggles over their eyes. It took Kagome a minute to recognize that all these men had loaded machine gun or a pistol pointed at them. They were trapped. (How's that for a fanfic, new chapter will come soon.)
Part 2: Discovery
Somewhere near present-day Tokyo, mid-14th century: Japan.
It was a beautiful day, the sun was out the birds were singing, and there was hardly a cloud in the sky. 'You just don't get days like this back home,' thought Kagome. Though it was a wonderful day and she had not been covered in demon blood for three days Kagome was still uneasy about her family. It had been a month since she was last been to the modern world and now curiosity about her family had started to make her nervous. Unfortunately she couldn't go back at the moment, as she was on another quest for the sacared jewel shards. She was pushing her bike along at the end of the group as she often did. In the very front was the half-demon Inyuasha in a grumpy mood as usual. Just behind him was the monk Miroku along with the demon slayer Sango and her pet beast Kila-la in its small form. Riding in the basket of Kagome's bike was the infant wolf demon Shippou. Today they were several miles north of the village were Kagome's portal to the modern world was, on the tail of another jewel shard. "We should be coming up to the next village," Miroku said, breaking the silence they usually traveled in.
Kagome could see the village up ahead. It seemed peaceful and welcoming. But, when they arrived at the village they saw a horrible site, bodies everywhere, blood everywhere, but unlike most massacres by demons or thieves there were women and children slaughtered and there was no muffled crying, no one unlooked, every one was dead and had been for hours.
"What kind of demon is this heartless," said Sango in horror and anger.
"This wasn't a demon, there's no sent, demon or human," said Inyuasha
smelling the air.
"I've found something," came Miroku's voice from off to one side where
he had been examining one of the bodies.
"What is it?" said Sango coming over and crouching down with Miroku
and Inyuasha
"It's a pellet of lead," said Miroku holding it up, "I found it inside
one of the bodies and it looks like there are similar ones in the
other bodies."
"But what is it?" said Sango, "an arrowhead?"
"No," said Miroku, "too heavy."
Kagome heard none of this she was starring at the blood covered lead pellet in Moroku's hand. Then Kagome noticed more things about the wrecked village, the footprints leaving the seen were not demon tracks or the shoes of a thief but the imprints of modern boots. Next to the boot prints were two parallel grooves in the mud to deep to be a cart but deep enough to be the tire tracks of a jeep. Finally, all over the place there were piles of little brass tubes that in the modern world come out of machine guns. Kagome suddenly understood what was going on.
"That's a bullet," Kagome said in a shaky voice.
"Sorry," Miroku said pointing to the bullet, "but what did you call this."
"It's called a bullet," Kagome said in that shaky voice, "it's a
weapon of my time, and that isn't it ether those tracks are made by
rubber soled boots. The two grooves next to them are made by a type of
mechanical horse and cart called a jeep, and every were are bullet
housings or tiny brass tubes bullets are fired from."
"What are you saying," said Sango looking horrified, "that there a
band of soldiers from your time wandering around."
"That's exactly what she's saying," said an unfamiliar voice with a
strong British accent coming from one of the houses.
Suddenly, soldiers jumped out from in and behind the houses. They all wore modern military uniforms in a dark tan color, with tan military helmets, and black goggles over their eyes. It took Kagome a minute to recognize that all these men had loaded machine gun or a pistol pointed at them. They were trapped. (How's that for a fanfic, new chapter will come soon.)
