How do you try to wake yourself up when you aren't sure if you're dreaming?
What if the well was just broken or something. What if some intergalactic
overlord had finished the jewel, set it in her pocket, and now her mother
had become some slave master who wouldn't allow her to leave. That didn't
make much sense, but it was possible in her suddenly feverish mind. She
felt entirely too warm. As if the world was burning and she was in the
center of it.
Was she really dying? Was this horrible sinking feeling her lifeblood proverbially flowing of her? Was her breath slowing down, or was her heart racing? If she was dreaming, was Inuyasha there standing guard like always? Was she dead? Was this heaven? Was this hell? Her feet wouldn't stop moving. She wanted to burst into tears because of this lack of knowing. She felt so hopeless. There was no way she could save herself. She truly believed that.
Death was probably what Naraku wanted, if he had cursed her. But this was a better sort of death. A quiet one. Not like when the Shichinintai had poisoned her, and she had awoken to see Inuyasha's face covered with tears. Would it be raining if he was crying? Was Sango alright? Was Miroku alright? Was Shippou and Kirara? Was she the only one affected by it all? To wake up would be bliss. Utter heaven. But she was in a void. A void like her own school, with kids like her own friends. Except when she blinked, everyone disappeared except for a lone couple standing in the center of the courtyard.
They were dressed in the usual uniform, and Kagome had yet to take a closer look.
"What's her doing out here?"
The hanyou's fidgets had calmed as he remembered asking the monk when they had found the girl midway between the well and the Goshinboku. Her body limp, her eyes shut, no more scolding words did he hear from her.
Oh, it had been so long since he had heard something from her, anything.
...
"Probably was just tired and fell asleep on her way back, you should've been there waiting." The monk had said solemnly as they both approached.
"I can't be waiting for her all the time, you know! Wake her up and let's get going!"
He had only then realized how painfully insensitive he had been, amber gaze came to stare blankly at the ground before him, hands ruffled in those large sleeves, gripped into concealed fists.
He knew he had to let the events play out in his mind, and had trambled slightly in frustration at how he had reacted to it all.
"She's still alive, right?!"
His question returned with a light nod.
"Damn it." He muttered softly before lifting his gaze up to the girl again, still, seeing no motion. Reaching out a clawed hand and hestitated, but clasped her shoulder and shook her with an overwhelming force, somehow oblivious that he excerted that much strength. "Get up, Kagome! You have shards to search for!" He knew that was not the only reason he wanted her up, but seeing her, she would've gladly yelled 'Sit' ten times over for him saying so.
And patiently did he calmed himself and wait for that dreaded -yet now hoped for- word coming from her.
Was she really dying? Was this horrible sinking feeling her lifeblood proverbially flowing of her? Was her breath slowing down, or was her heart racing? If she was dreaming, was Inuyasha there standing guard like always? Was she dead? Was this heaven? Was this hell? Her feet wouldn't stop moving. She wanted to burst into tears because of this lack of knowing. She felt so hopeless. There was no way she could save herself. She truly believed that.
Death was probably what Naraku wanted, if he had cursed her. But this was a better sort of death. A quiet one. Not like when the Shichinintai had poisoned her, and she had awoken to see Inuyasha's face covered with tears. Would it be raining if he was crying? Was Sango alright? Was Miroku alright? Was Shippou and Kirara? Was she the only one affected by it all? To wake up would be bliss. Utter heaven. But she was in a void. A void like her own school, with kids like her own friends. Except when she blinked, everyone disappeared except for a lone couple standing in the center of the courtyard.
They were dressed in the usual uniform, and Kagome had yet to take a closer look.
"What's her doing out here?"
The hanyou's fidgets had calmed as he remembered asking the monk when they had found the girl midway between the well and the Goshinboku. Her body limp, her eyes shut, no more scolding words did he hear from her.
Oh, it had been so long since he had heard something from her, anything.
...
"Probably was just tired and fell asleep on her way back, you should've been there waiting." The monk had said solemnly as they both approached.
"I can't be waiting for her all the time, you know! Wake her up and let's get going!"
He had only then realized how painfully insensitive he had been, amber gaze came to stare blankly at the ground before him, hands ruffled in those large sleeves, gripped into concealed fists.
He knew he had to let the events play out in his mind, and had trambled slightly in frustration at how he had reacted to it all.
"She's still alive, right?!"
His question returned with a light nod.
"Damn it." He muttered softly before lifting his gaze up to the girl again, still, seeing no motion. Reaching out a clawed hand and hestitated, but clasped her shoulder and shook her with an overwhelming force, somehow oblivious that he excerted that much strength. "Get up, Kagome! You have shards to search for!" He knew that was not the only reason he wanted her up, but seeing her, she would've gladly yelled 'Sit' ten times over for him saying so.
And patiently did he calmed himself and wait for that dreaded -yet now hoped for- word coming from her.