Hello People thank you for reviewing to answer questions yes the blue-eyed
girl is kagome and yes, this is based loosely on Tanya Huff's book The Fire
Stone. I would like to point out that I do not own either Inuyasha or The
Fire Stone so please don't sue me I don't have a dime to my name, maybe a
penny but not a dime. That being said on with the fic.
"Kagome!" The outlander looked up. Pale fingers stopped play in the contents of the merchant's purse. Eyebrows covering startling blue eyes rose in a silent
question. "Don't you listen to a word I say? This is the third time I called you,
what keeps you so distracted that you ignore me in my own house?"
"I went up to the volcano today. To see the drop."
The old woman on the couch snorted, "Disappointed you, did it?"
Kagome frowned and replied. "You don't know what you're talking about
Keade." She shoved the purse in the deep pocket of her loose trousers. "Oh, don't I?" Claw like fingers plucked peevishly at the fringes of her silk shawl. "I still have my wits about me girl. More wits than you've ever given me credit for." She tried a knowing laugh but it turned in to a fit of coughing that left her gasping for breath and glaring fiercely. "I see more than you suspect. Get me some wine." As Kagome moved toward the
small table by her couch, she snared her tunic. "Not that crap. My granddaughter keeps it so watered down that I could wash with it. There's
a flask of the good stuff in the trunk."
The trunk, a massive ebony box with entirely too much ivory inlay,
was locked. It took Kagome less than two heartbeats to deal with it.
"You'll kill yourself with this stuff one day." She remarked
conversationally, handing her the goblet, full to the brim.
"And who has more right?" Keade drank deeply and licked withered lips. Although her hand shook with tremors of old age, she didn't spill a single
drop. "For 62 years I was the best gem cutter in Ischia. I cut the emerald that lies on top of the royal staff. One huge stone that was and
emeralds aren't easy to cut let me tell you." "You've told me." Kagome broke in, bored. She refilled the goblet until
the trembled just below the metal edge.
"And if you behave yourself I'll tell you again." Kagome returned the flask to the trunk and wiped off the smudges left from her fingers and Keade cackled, "Kagome, lass you're to good a thief. It's
a good thing you work at night you got sunburned." Kagome touched her cheekbone and winced. She let her eyes travel up to the
red-gold light just barley visible over the rooftops of the upper city. "Don't worry, girl." Keade's voice almost kind. "You'll get your flogging
they only drop the ones that try for the stone." Kagome's eyes snapped down from the mountain. Although her night vision
was very good, she had trouble seeing the old woman amidst the pile of blankets and pillows. When her voice finally came back it was hardly her
own. "What?"
"You think I don't know why you settled here after all those years of wandering?" Keade decided then that she was too old to keep dancing around Kagome's pain; her time was running out fast and unless she acted quick and got her to listen to her she, she feared that kagome's time was going to run out as well. "We flog are thieves to death but we have to catch them
first."
Kagome could have been made of stone sitting on the windowsill.
"You're too good of thief kagome. If you truly want your lover's death
you're going about it the wrong way." She watched kagome's eye go distant and her jaw tighten. Kaede knew what
was going through her head. Kagome was seeing her lover of old dieing
again. Kagome was a jewel but she had a deep flaw and Kaede knew that something was going to strike that flaw and kagome would shatter. Kaede intended to prevent this and every day she thanked the nine and one for the
accident that brought kagome to her. Kaede had fallen off her couch and instead of calling that bitch that was
her granddaughter she decided that sleeping on the floor would be as
comfortable as sleeping on blankets. Kagome had slipped in the room as
quiet as a shadow, had no way of knowing that reached for the gold
hourglass on the table beside her bed and had stepped on her. "Watch where you're going you clumsy ox! She had snapped. "I didn't live
this long to be a carpet for such as you!" she remembered those unusual
blue eyes opening fully the perfect picture of surprise. And when she refused to call the watch surprise became something else entirely something
else for a split second to quickly for Kaede to define. "I get few enough visitors as it is, girl. I'm not about to have those I
do get arrested." She had helped her back in to bed and turned to leave when Kaede called to her and said "Take this girl I have no need to watch the sands of time run
out." She had smiled, a real smile not the twisted version that usually served,
and disappeared in to the night. Kaede caught up in memories remembered when she found out about Inuyasha. Kagome was the heir to a clan of outlanders and was also promised to a man three times her senior who had had two wives before and had died due to too many babies too soon and had went to Inuyasha for comfort. He had given it and her father had found them together. When this was found out Kaede had
asked "Kagome what happened to Inuyasha?"
Kagome had become a stone at this question and said, "My father had him flogged to death." After this was said, she'd slipped out the window and hadn't come back in a week. Kaede caught up in memories of thinking that
with out Kagome her life was desolate and muttered to herself "Selfish,
Selfish, old woman."
"Crazy old woman." Kagome muttered
"Kagome come back tomorrow."
She sat there, nodded once, and went on her way. Kaede drank the last
dregs of her wine and fell asleep thinking this would be her last great work of art. She only hoped that she was alive long enough to finish it.
The next night Kagome came back and the first thing she noticed was that the room was very quiet. It just felt wrong to her. She made her way to
the bed and the feeling got stronger. The old woman slept so seldom nowadays that she figured that she should get all the rest she could, and she should just make sure she was comfortable and leave. By the end of the bed, his foot touched something, something that rocked and made metal sing against stone. She could see the wasted body of the gem cutter lying among
the pillows and such; with another step, she could see the face. She looked annoyed. Her eyes were open. Kagome touched her hand it was cold
and just beginning to stiffen.
"How did you know," she asked the God of her father, in a language, she
hadn't spoken in 5 years, "that I loved her?"
Well that's it for now I shall update soon see ya.
Please Review.
"Kagome!" The outlander looked up. Pale fingers stopped play in the contents of the merchant's purse. Eyebrows covering startling blue eyes rose in a silent
question. "Don't you listen to a word I say? This is the third time I called you,
what keeps you so distracted that you ignore me in my own house?"
"I went up to the volcano today. To see the drop."
The old woman on the couch snorted, "Disappointed you, did it?"
Kagome frowned and replied. "You don't know what you're talking about
Keade." She shoved the purse in the deep pocket of her loose trousers. "Oh, don't I?" Claw like fingers plucked peevishly at the fringes of her silk shawl. "I still have my wits about me girl. More wits than you've ever given me credit for." She tried a knowing laugh but it turned in to a fit of coughing that left her gasping for breath and glaring fiercely. "I see more than you suspect. Get me some wine." As Kagome moved toward the
small table by her couch, she snared her tunic. "Not that crap. My granddaughter keeps it so watered down that I could wash with it. There's
a flask of the good stuff in the trunk."
The trunk, a massive ebony box with entirely too much ivory inlay,
was locked. It took Kagome less than two heartbeats to deal with it.
"You'll kill yourself with this stuff one day." She remarked
conversationally, handing her the goblet, full to the brim.
"And who has more right?" Keade drank deeply and licked withered lips. Although her hand shook with tremors of old age, she didn't spill a single
drop. "For 62 years I was the best gem cutter in Ischia. I cut the emerald that lies on top of the royal staff. One huge stone that was and
emeralds aren't easy to cut let me tell you." "You've told me." Kagome broke in, bored. She refilled the goblet until
the trembled just below the metal edge.
"And if you behave yourself I'll tell you again." Kagome returned the flask to the trunk and wiped off the smudges left from her fingers and Keade cackled, "Kagome, lass you're to good a thief. It's
a good thing you work at night you got sunburned." Kagome touched her cheekbone and winced. She let her eyes travel up to the
red-gold light just barley visible over the rooftops of the upper city. "Don't worry, girl." Keade's voice almost kind. "You'll get your flogging
they only drop the ones that try for the stone." Kagome's eyes snapped down from the mountain. Although her night vision
was very good, she had trouble seeing the old woman amidst the pile of blankets and pillows. When her voice finally came back it was hardly her
own. "What?"
"You think I don't know why you settled here after all those years of wandering?" Keade decided then that she was too old to keep dancing around Kagome's pain; her time was running out fast and unless she acted quick and got her to listen to her she, she feared that kagome's time was going to run out as well. "We flog are thieves to death but we have to catch them
first."
Kagome could have been made of stone sitting on the windowsill.
"You're too good of thief kagome. If you truly want your lover's death
you're going about it the wrong way." She watched kagome's eye go distant and her jaw tighten. Kaede knew what
was going through her head. Kagome was seeing her lover of old dieing
again. Kagome was a jewel but she had a deep flaw and Kaede knew that something was going to strike that flaw and kagome would shatter. Kaede intended to prevent this and every day she thanked the nine and one for the
accident that brought kagome to her. Kaede had fallen off her couch and instead of calling that bitch that was
her granddaughter she decided that sleeping on the floor would be as
comfortable as sleeping on blankets. Kagome had slipped in the room as
quiet as a shadow, had no way of knowing that reached for the gold
hourglass on the table beside her bed and had stepped on her. "Watch where you're going you clumsy ox! She had snapped. "I didn't live
this long to be a carpet for such as you!" she remembered those unusual
blue eyes opening fully the perfect picture of surprise. And when she refused to call the watch surprise became something else entirely something
else for a split second to quickly for Kaede to define. "I get few enough visitors as it is, girl. I'm not about to have those I
do get arrested." She had helped her back in to bed and turned to leave when Kaede called to her and said "Take this girl I have no need to watch the sands of time run
out." She had smiled, a real smile not the twisted version that usually served,
and disappeared in to the night. Kaede caught up in memories remembered when she found out about Inuyasha. Kagome was the heir to a clan of outlanders and was also promised to a man three times her senior who had had two wives before and had died due to too many babies too soon and had went to Inuyasha for comfort. He had given it and her father had found them together. When this was found out Kaede had
asked "Kagome what happened to Inuyasha?"
Kagome had become a stone at this question and said, "My father had him flogged to death." After this was said, she'd slipped out the window and hadn't come back in a week. Kaede caught up in memories of thinking that
with out Kagome her life was desolate and muttered to herself "Selfish,
Selfish, old woman."
"Crazy old woman." Kagome muttered
"Kagome come back tomorrow."
She sat there, nodded once, and went on her way. Kaede drank the last
dregs of her wine and fell asleep thinking this would be her last great work of art. She only hoped that she was alive long enough to finish it.
The next night Kagome came back and the first thing she noticed was that the room was very quiet. It just felt wrong to her. She made her way to
the bed and the feeling got stronger. The old woman slept so seldom nowadays that she figured that she should get all the rest she could, and she should just make sure she was comfortable and leave. By the end of the bed, his foot touched something, something that rocked and made metal sing against stone. She could see the wasted body of the gem cutter lying among
the pillows and such; with another step, she could see the face. She looked annoyed. Her eyes were open. Kagome touched her hand it was cold
and just beginning to stiffen.
"How did you know," she asked the God of her father, in a language, she
hadn't spoken in 5 years, "that I loved her?"
Well that's it for now I shall update soon see ya.
Please Review.