Disclaimer: Chapter One.
Well, this one is getting popular fast. Cool. Original storyline, eh? Thank you. Anyway, the timesetting I'm putting for this at the moment is pretty far ahead the American imports, so there may be spoilers. And the exact time is when they're looking for the last shard: 2 are in Kouga's legs, one is sustaining Kohaku, and the rest are under Naraku's control (that's a spoiler in itself).
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I explained the situation of my father to the others when I returned to the Sengoku Jidai. It was a serious matter, as much as I didn't want it to be. We've all experienced people coming back from the dead. However, there were no Shikon no Kakera involved, and I hardly think it had to do with Urasue or Sesshoumeru's Tenseiga.
"How are you so sure that he's your father anyway, Kagome?" InuYasha asked, "You don't even look alike, really. Except his hair is kind of greasy like how yours gets when you haven't washed it in a while..."
"Osuwari."
"GYAAK!" InuYasha found himself face-down on the wooden floor of Kaede's hut.
"InuYasha has a point, Kagome-Sama," Miroku began with his earnest face, "It would be unwise to simply accept that your father has returned without doubts."
"I know that but..." I couldn't think of a way to continue a defense. I had doubts, but none of them had any foothold. I had nothing to back up the doubts except the very fact that Papa is supposed to be dead. Conversely, I had nothing to disprove those doubts.
"Kagome-chan?" Sango broke me from my thoughts.
"Oh..Sorry Sango-chan! I admit that it's unusual, but I don't really know what else to think! I would investigate, but there's no where for me to start. I went to where his grave sight was and everything to try to find clues."
"What did you find?" asked Miroku.
"Nothing. It was hit by lightning a few years ago so all that's left is some scorched stones."
"Lightning?" interrupted Kaede, "That's pretty unusual."
"Maybe that has something to do with it?" Sango sounded, "I've heard several stories about demons coming into creation with lightning."
"That's what I was thinking but," the old woman twisted her face in thought, "Kagome says she never felt any jaki or anything of the sort, and her grandfather's charms didn't bother him."
"Keh! Those things are useless anyway!" barked InuYasha.
I sat staring at InuYasha for a few minutes. I thought he would be sympathizing more, especially since I thought it would strike at home with Kikyou. But he wasn't. Actually, his reactions reminded me more of how Souta acted when he saw Papa: reluctant to believe and heavy with suspicion. That's right, I thought, InuYasha never knew his father, just like Souta.
"Well, if their's nothing we can do except ponder the situation," Miroku propped himself on his staff and stood, "I suppose we might as well get to the road. We can think all we like while we travel."
I nodded in compliance, and we set off looking for the last shard of the Shikon no Tama.
The demon fell over, killed by InuYasha's Sankontetsuo. Even though he didn't want to go on this particular hunt, since it was "distracting us from finding the shard", he was silently revelling over his victory with his usual cocky smirk. Miroku immediately went to obtain their payment for the service.
Sango looked at the leftover corpse, trying to distinguish whether or not it could make any good armour or weapons. Of course, even though she did this all the time, she never took anything with her. I suppose it was just a habit of hers from when she still fought with her family and kinsmen. Miroku came back for us, saying that we were staying at an inn for the night.
An elfish, teenaged-looking boy, almost orange in skin with blue- green marks all over body, came grinning at me. His pastel-yellow hair stood straight up and he wore a short, somewhat loose-fitting red outfit. He walked closer to me. "Shi-ko-n-No-Ta-ma" he said starkly, then laughed. "Onna onna onna." He pointed to my chest, poking at my heart. It began to beat in triples again, and something glowed under my skin. The glow was red and blue, twirling like a disco-ball.
His grin was wide and mischievous. I asked him what he wanted, and he only said: "I'm staying here for a while. Air smells better."
I woke from the odd dream in the dark inn. I looked to either side of me. Sango with Kirara on her shoulder; Miroku; InuYasha; but I couldn't see Shippou. Then I was aware of a warmth at my feet, breathing deeply. I looked down at the little kitsune and smiled. I tried to go back to sleep, hoping to have less disturbing images within. However, my mind would not allow me to rest. I kept wondering who that boy was that I saw.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Man, I haven't had a decently lengthed chapter in this story yet! Kagome must have a short attention span.
Well, this one is getting popular fast. Cool. Original storyline, eh? Thank you. Anyway, the timesetting I'm putting for this at the moment is pretty far ahead the American imports, so there may be spoilers. And the exact time is when they're looking for the last shard: 2 are in Kouga's legs, one is sustaining Kohaku, and the rest are under Naraku's control (that's a spoiler in itself).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I explained the situation of my father to the others when I returned to the Sengoku Jidai. It was a serious matter, as much as I didn't want it to be. We've all experienced people coming back from the dead. However, there were no Shikon no Kakera involved, and I hardly think it had to do with Urasue or Sesshoumeru's Tenseiga.
"How are you so sure that he's your father anyway, Kagome?" InuYasha asked, "You don't even look alike, really. Except his hair is kind of greasy like how yours gets when you haven't washed it in a while..."
"Osuwari."
"GYAAK!" InuYasha found himself face-down on the wooden floor of Kaede's hut.
"InuYasha has a point, Kagome-Sama," Miroku began with his earnest face, "It would be unwise to simply accept that your father has returned without doubts."
"I know that but..." I couldn't think of a way to continue a defense. I had doubts, but none of them had any foothold. I had nothing to back up the doubts except the very fact that Papa is supposed to be dead. Conversely, I had nothing to disprove those doubts.
"Kagome-chan?" Sango broke me from my thoughts.
"Oh..Sorry Sango-chan! I admit that it's unusual, but I don't really know what else to think! I would investigate, but there's no where for me to start. I went to where his grave sight was and everything to try to find clues."
"What did you find?" asked Miroku.
"Nothing. It was hit by lightning a few years ago so all that's left is some scorched stones."
"Lightning?" interrupted Kaede, "That's pretty unusual."
"Maybe that has something to do with it?" Sango sounded, "I've heard several stories about demons coming into creation with lightning."
"That's what I was thinking but," the old woman twisted her face in thought, "Kagome says she never felt any jaki or anything of the sort, and her grandfather's charms didn't bother him."
"Keh! Those things are useless anyway!" barked InuYasha.
I sat staring at InuYasha for a few minutes. I thought he would be sympathizing more, especially since I thought it would strike at home with Kikyou. But he wasn't. Actually, his reactions reminded me more of how Souta acted when he saw Papa: reluctant to believe and heavy with suspicion. That's right, I thought, InuYasha never knew his father, just like Souta.
"Well, if their's nothing we can do except ponder the situation," Miroku propped himself on his staff and stood, "I suppose we might as well get to the road. We can think all we like while we travel."
I nodded in compliance, and we set off looking for the last shard of the Shikon no Tama.
The demon fell over, killed by InuYasha's Sankontetsuo. Even though he didn't want to go on this particular hunt, since it was "distracting us from finding the shard", he was silently revelling over his victory with his usual cocky smirk. Miroku immediately went to obtain their payment for the service.
Sango looked at the leftover corpse, trying to distinguish whether or not it could make any good armour or weapons. Of course, even though she did this all the time, she never took anything with her. I suppose it was just a habit of hers from when she still fought with her family and kinsmen. Miroku came back for us, saying that we were staying at an inn for the night.
An elfish, teenaged-looking boy, almost orange in skin with blue- green marks all over body, came grinning at me. His pastel-yellow hair stood straight up and he wore a short, somewhat loose-fitting red outfit. He walked closer to me. "Shi-ko-n-No-Ta-ma" he said starkly, then laughed. "Onna onna onna." He pointed to my chest, poking at my heart. It began to beat in triples again, and something glowed under my skin. The glow was red and blue, twirling like a disco-ball.
His grin was wide and mischievous. I asked him what he wanted, and he only said: "I'm staying here for a while. Air smells better."
I woke from the odd dream in the dark inn. I looked to either side of me. Sango with Kirara on her shoulder; Miroku; InuYasha; but I couldn't see Shippou. Then I was aware of a warmth at my feet, breathing deeply. I looked down at the little kitsune and smiled. I tried to go back to sleep, hoping to have less disturbing images within. However, my mind would not allow me to rest. I kept wondering who that boy was that I saw.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Man, I haven't had a decently lengthed chapter in this story yet! Kagome must have a short attention span.