Kagome moaned softly, rolling over onto her stomach and burying her head in the pillows of her bed. God, she felt like she'd been run over by a car. No, more like one of those monster trucks she'd seen Souta watching on telivision.
Only they didn't have monster trucks on this side of the well. Maybe she'd eaten something she shouldn't have?
Sighing softly, Kagome cracked one eye open, a frown marring her features as she stared at the offending sight of he ralarm click, flashing 12:00 in bright red letters.
After Inuyasha had broken her last alarm clock, her mother had gone out and abought her a new, hi-tech,d igital one to replace it. But there was only one problem. Said alarm clock was in he room, in modern times, on her nightstand. She had gone to sleep on the OTHER side of the well, in a little villiage where they had stopped to rest for the night. A villiage that, surprisingly, had bee devoid of any and al demon activity.
Sitting up in her bed, Kagome gingerly held a hand to her head, biting back the moan of pain that rose to her lips. Her room was exactly a she remembered leaving it, right down to the dirty clothes on the floor. Which was strange, really, considering her mother was usually very prompt about washing her clothes, always ready and there for her when she came back from another trek across the Warring States era of Japan.
And why would the clock be flashing 12:00, anyway? There had been no warnings of severe weather when she had last left here, and that had only been two days ago. And yet, the power had obviously gone out at some point in time.
Silently cursing herself for being so damned perceptive of he rsurroundings -- it was Inuyasha's fault, anyways, with allt hat training her had been giving her lately, making sure that she could defend herself, and protect herslf even when he couldn't be around to do so for her.
Mirouku was confused. He had been many places, and seen many things, but nothing could have prepared him for something like this. It was the dead bodies on the floor - he had seen as such before, and, as loath as he was to admit it, he would probably see plenty more before his days upon this plane of existance were done.
Or rather, it wasn't the fact that there WERE dead bodies on the floor. However, those bodies bore no injuries. None. No blood existed in the room, the aura of demons, or even of other humans, was nowhere to be found. Even when he extended his holy energies as far as they could reach -- which, thanks to his rigorous training, was quite far indeed -- he could still not detect even the faintest hint of life.
He'd looked outside -- he knew that there should have been people nearby. They were in some sort of villiage -- what sort, he wsan't quite sure yet. Nor was he sure just where they were. Or how they had gotten here, for that matter. But, all of that aside, he knew that there should have been people nearby, with the size of the villiage.
But there was nobody.
Jumping slightly at the sound of the cieling above him creaking with movement, Mirouku silently chided himself for being so jumpy, turning and heading for the stairs that would lead him back up to where he'd started.
Kagome was awake, and maybe two minds would be better than one in figuring out just what wsa going on here.