Disclaimer: I don't own Inu-yasha or ti's characters. They belong to Rumiko Takahashi. This is a fic about how Kikyo became a priestess, before she met Inu-yasha.
Unforgettable
Ch1
Blessed
She had grown up in the village all her life. She had known it's people and animals forever it seemed. Now she looked down upon her familiar village as her mother and father, with her new born sister, took her up to the scary shrine up on the hill. Little Kikyo was perplexed by her parent's strange behavior. Why were they taking her to see the monks?
When they had been admitted to see the head monk, she was very bored, although she did like all the pretty statues around the shrine. Then, the old monk came into the room. He bowed to her parents in greeting, and they bowed back, but Kikyo just sat on the floor, looking out the window, thinking about meeting her friends in the village for a game, since her friend Suzuki had a new ball. As the little girl thought about playing with her friends, her parents and the monk spoke.
"And what has brought you to us this time?" asked the old monk.
"She's done it again," Kikyo's father said, Senosakei "She's…she's done something very strange."
"What? When?" replied the monk.
"A few days ago, when Keade was born," said her mother, Minako. "She…made a warding spell in that night…To protect the baby from evil spirits."
"The ones that have been taking children?" the monk said, interested.
"Yes," Senosakei said. "We told her that the child might not last the night, but then, she said she would not let anyone take her little sister. Then…she began to glow."
"Glow?"
"Glow," said Minako, "And when I woke up the next morning, she was still glowing, and sleeping un the floor next to Keade's crib."
"This is indeed strange…" the monk said, thoughtfully, "I must consult my comrades. We will decide what to do about the child." He got up, and left the little family alone for a short time.
They waited for many hours as the monks spoke. When they heard foot steps, they all stood. Kikyo thought that she was happy that this would be over soon. She took hold of her mother and father's hands. The old monk was accompanied by several monks this time. They all stopped, and bowed to the family. The family bowed back.
"We are almost decided," said the old monk said. "But first, we request a short test for the child to take." He knelt down in front of Kikyo, and held out a scroll. "Little Kikyo," he said, "Would you open this scroll for me?"
"Yes, sir," she replied. She opened the scroll, and saw many words on the page.
"Now, please, read it," the monk asked her.
"For healing one of a poisoned wound," she read, "Are…lotus leaves, roots of the bamboo plant… "
"That is good. Thank you child." he said, taking the scroll from her hands. He went back to the other monks, and spoke quietly and quickly with the others. As they were conferring, she heard her mother say to her father, "But I saw nothing on that scroll."
"We have made our decision," The monk said, "This child has just read from an ancient scroll written by a very powerful priestess of old. The ink is invisible to those not of the spiritual plane. This child is blessed, my good friends. We think it best that she stay with us, and receive training to use this gift."
"Oh…NO!" cried Kikyo's mother. The woman nearly crumpled to the flor, but her husband caught her, and held her as she wept.
"I don't understand," Kikyo said, as a young monk took her hand, "What is happening, Mama? Papa?"
" You won't be coming home with us, Kikyo," her father said, tears leaking fro his eyes. "You will stay here, from now on."
"But…But I don't to stay here!" Kikyo said, running to her parents, crying. "I want to go home with you and Mama! I want to stay with my sister!" she ran behind her parents, where Keade was in the sling. The baby girl looked at Kikyo, and reached out for her, as if she knew what was happening, too. Kikyo's father picked her up, and held her close.
"Don't cry, Bellflower," he said, his voice cracking with grief. "Don't make this harder, child."
"If you wish," the head monk said, "You may come and visit her. I can see a bond between her and her sister, already. I would not wish to separate them so."
"Oh thank you!" Kikyo's mother cried as she fell on her knees, "Thank you! I would not be able to live with seeing both my daughters, my lord! Thank you."
"I too was taken at a young age," he said. "I know the heart ache. But for now, you must go and let us send word to our priestess, Sonoa, for she is away on an urgent matter. And we wish to let the child get used to living here. You may return tomorrow."
"Thank you, my lord," the girl's father said as he helped his wife up. "We will go now." He turned to his weeping daughter, and took her hand. "Do not despair, Bellflower," he told her, squeezing her little hand with love, "We will return. Would you like to see Keade everyday, little one?"
"Yes," Kikyo said as she wiped her eyes and cheeks on her sleeve. "I want to see my baby sister."
"You will." he said, still crying a little. "We will back tomorrow, love." As he turned, her mother turned back to her and hugged her tight. She still wept bitterly as she said, "Don't forget that I love you, my Kikyo. Be a good girl," she said as Kikyo's father helped her up again and led her out of the room.
Kikyo watched them go, them she ran to a nearby window, and watched for them. She saw her parents exit a door into the outer courtyard. And then she saw them begin to descend the stairs. As she pressed her face to the glass, she saw her baby sister, in her sling, look at her. The baby smiled, and waved at her. Kikyo waved back to her sister…Keade….how she would miss her, even for a night.
She stood at the window watching them until they got to the bottom of the stairs. It was twilight now. As her parents' forms vanished from her sight, Kikyo felt a gentle hand touch he shoulder. It was the old monk. He bent down, looking into her face with kindness and sympathy.
"I know your pain, child," he said again. "But they will indeed return tomorrow. Now, please, come. We will show you your room, and find you some supper."
The girl looked from him to the window to his face again. She reluctantly took his hand, and let the monks lead her away…
AN: How sad! Sniffle! Review!
Unforgettable
Ch1
Blessed
She had grown up in the village all her life. She had known it's people and animals forever it seemed. Now she looked down upon her familiar village as her mother and father, with her new born sister, took her up to the scary shrine up on the hill. Little Kikyo was perplexed by her parent's strange behavior. Why were they taking her to see the monks?
When they had been admitted to see the head monk, she was very bored, although she did like all the pretty statues around the shrine. Then, the old monk came into the room. He bowed to her parents in greeting, and they bowed back, but Kikyo just sat on the floor, looking out the window, thinking about meeting her friends in the village for a game, since her friend Suzuki had a new ball. As the little girl thought about playing with her friends, her parents and the monk spoke.
"And what has brought you to us this time?" asked the old monk.
"She's done it again," Kikyo's father said, Senosakei "She's…she's done something very strange."
"What? When?" replied the monk.
"A few days ago, when Keade was born," said her mother, Minako. "She…made a warding spell in that night…To protect the baby from evil spirits."
"The ones that have been taking children?" the monk said, interested.
"Yes," Senosakei said. "We told her that the child might not last the night, but then, she said she would not let anyone take her little sister. Then…she began to glow."
"Glow?"
"Glow," said Minako, "And when I woke up the next morning, she was still glowing, and sleeping un the floor next to Keade's crib."
"This is indeed strange…" the monk said, thoughtfully, "I must consult my comrades. We will decide what to do about the child." He got up, and left the little family alone for a short time.
They waited for many hours as the monks spoke. When they heard foot steps, they all stood. Kikyo thought that she was happy that this would be over soon. She took hold of her mother and father's hands. The old monk was accompanied by several monks this time. They all stopped, and bowed to the family. The family bowed back.
"We are almost decided," said the old monk said. "But first, we request a short test for the child to take." He knelt down in front of Kikyo, and held out a scroll. "Little Kikyo," he said, "Would you open this scroll for me?"
"Yes, sir," she replied. She opened the scroll, and saw many words on the page.
"Now, please, read it," the monk asked her.
"For healing one of a poisoned wound," she read, "Are…lotus leaves, roots of the bamboo plant… "
"That is good. Thank you child." he said, taking the scroll from her hands. He went back to the other monks, and spoke quietly and quickly with the others. As they were conferring, she heard her mother say to her father, "But I saw nothing on that scroll."
"We have made our decision," The monk said, "This child has just read from an ancient scroll written by a very powerful priestess of old. The ink is invisible to those not of the spiritual plane. This child is blessed, my good friends. We think it best that she stay with us, and receive training to use this gift."
"Oh…NO!" cried Kikyo's mother. The woman nearly crumpled to the flor, but her husband caught her, and held her as she wept.
"I don't understand," Kikyo said, as a young monk took her hand, "What is happening, Mama? Papa?"
" You won't be coming home with us, Kikyo," her father said, tears leaking fro his eyes. "You will stay here, from now on."
"But…But I don't to stay here!" Kikyo said, running to her parents, crying. "I want to go home with you and Mama! I want to stay with my sister!" she ran behind her parents, where Keade was in the sling. The baby girl looked at Kikyo, and reached out for her, as if she knew what was happening, too. Kikyo's father picked her up, and held her close.
"Don't cry, Bellflower," he said, his voice cracking with grief. "Don't make this harder, child."
"If you wish," the head monk said, "You may come and visit her. I can see a bond between her and her sister, already. I would not wish to separate them so."
"Oh thank you!" Kikyo's mother cried as she fell on her knees, "Thank you! I would not be able to live with seeing both my daughters, my lord! Thank you."
"I too was taken at a young age," he said. "I know the heart ache. But for now, you must go and let us send word to our priestess, Sonoa, for she is away on an urgent matter. And we wish to let the child get used to living here. You may return tomorrow."
"Thank you, my lord," the girl's father said as he helped his wife up. "We will go now." He turned to his weeping daughter, and took her hand. "Do not despair, Bellflower," he told her, squeezing her little hand with love, "We will return. Would you like to see Keade everyday, little one?"
"Yes," Kikyo said as she wiped her eyes and cheeks on her sleeve. "I want to see my baby sister."
"You will." he said, still crying a little. "We will back tomorrow, love." As he turned, her mother turned back to her and hugged her tight. She still wept bitterly as she said, "Don't forget that I love you, my Kikyo. Be a good girl," she said as Kikyo's father helped her up again and led her out of the room.
Kikyo watched them go, them she ran to a nearby window, and watched for them. She saw her parents exit a door into the outer courtyard. And then she saw them begin to descend the stairs. As she pressed her face to the glass, she saw her baby sister, in her sling, look at her. The baby smiled, and waved at her. Kikyo waved back to her sister…Keade….how she would miss her, even for a night.
She stood at the window watching them until they got to the bottom of the stairs. It was twilight now. As her parents' forms vanished from her sight, Kikyo felt a gentle hand touch he shoulder. It was the old monk. He bent down, looking into her face with kindness and sympathy.
"I know your pain, child," he said again. "But they will indeed return tomorrow. Now, please, come. We will show you your room, and find you some supper."
The girl looked from him to the window to his face again. She reluctantly took his hand, and let the monks lead her away…
AN: How sad! Sniffle! Review!