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Author's Note: Umm... to answer someone's question. Kikyou didn't belong in this world and was never a pure soul (the blatantly mention that in the anime often) and basically she died again, becoming nothing more than dust in the wind (literately) Happy Reading!
- Na
Purrfect
Chapter 9: Reflection
Kagome sat on her sleeping pallet she opened a small book to a page at the end of the book. Through the quiet and low light her hanyou senses saw as if it were high noon and there was not a cloud in the sky. She looked at the blank page haphazardly, so many things had happened that day enough to fill a few pages. But at that second in time Kagome wanted to dwell on the distant past.
I remember before my fifteenth birthday I had walked by these girls and they said, "I'm so ashamed of the human race! I mean for example they brutally killed off the dragons..."
At that time I didn't pay attention, I had heard them and regarded it as silly. Now though, now I see a new light it was true, and not just for dragons but youkai as well.
The Well still worked I believe because the Shikon purified into my soul, so in a way I still had it in my possession, and the kotodama rosaries connected Inu-Yasha and I. We went through the well once a month for fifty years. It had pained me to see my younger brother an old man that would have been called crazy if we had not stopped our returns.
Miroku and Sango had finally gotten together and lived in Kaede's village they had three beautiful children, the boys Kin, and Samuru and their little daughter Hoshiko.
As the generations past we stuck by the family even long after Miroku and Sango passed on in fact it was the great grandchildren of our wonderful friends that were alive when humans found youkai, hanyou, mononoke, and ryuuja (A/N: my Japanese dictionary died on me, No! anyways if ryuuja doesn't make sense it is supposed to be dragon.), where a things that humans wished to kill. How it was possible I do not know. All I know is that the amount of such creatures is now next to none.
Kouga and Ayame reinstated their engagement and about the time that the youkai murders began, there was a young wolf cub born Yukio. The Demon Wolf tribe being proud and refused to go into hiding, Yukio came to stay with us. As I think of it Inu-Yasha probably hated hiding but way in the beginning we decided we wouldn't take on any unnecessary fights. We wanted to live as long as we could, if possible to my time. I wanted to finish school where I left off.
A few years after these wars began I was the proud mother of three, without ever giving birth. They were of course being Shippou, Shiori, and Yukio. I guess it was a strange a neko and inu hanyou parenting a Kitsune youkai, a bat hanyou, and a wolf youkai.
We lived in a cave, I realize now that I talk of family and friends and we lived in a cave, you would think that we lived in a grand house. I love that cave it housed so many there. Besides our little family, Hachi the tanuki youkai, Myoga the flea youkai, Totosai the forger of Tetsuseiga, Tensaiga, and Shinsei, even Kagura and Kanna lived in that cave. Of course Sango and Miroku's family stayed near by. I wish Jinenjii came to live with us as well, we went to retrieve him but he said he would not hide from fate.
It's strange how I know thing of three more characters that came to us towards the end of the mass youkai murders, after their home was burned to the ground. Sessho-Maru, Rin and Jaken, to say in the least I was shocked to see Rin still alive and at the age of nineteen as well. To this day I do not know what Sessho-Maru did to spare her life. I don't know how Inu-Yasha didn't know my secret, before me, Sessho-Maru is my only answer.
I remember how I told my mate this secret, his hand on Tetsuseiga, and Sessho-Maru's on Tokijin. I stepped between the brothers who were about to kill each other in my living room! I picked up their hands that were poised by the blades and placed them on my stomach, 'Sessho-Maru you better not plan on murdering my mate because I and them will kill you!' the next thing I knew I was in Inu-Yasha's arms as he happily nuzzled my belly. Sessho-Maru backed down and mumbled, 'what is worse than half-breeds? Half-breeds spawning inu/neko half-breeds!'
We found out that night why Sessho-Maru ever darkened our doorstep was to talk to Inu-Yasha and me about taking Rin as his mate. He wasn't quite sure, especially when it came to Rin's feelings, and Jaken wasn't helping. One night Rin overheard as Jaken objected. Rin ran into the room a Wakizashi at hand the next thing I heard was the shrill voice of the toad stop mid sentence and two separate thumps. That was the day that Tensaiga didn't resurrect Jaken and Sessho-Maru and Rin were mated, the result a beautiful daughter Noriko.
Inu-Yasha and I had wondered how our children would be if they were more neko or inu youkai. It ended out as simple as the ears and tail, the hiss or growl. I gave birth to quintuplets the eldest and most inu were Inu-Taro and his sister Izayoi. The next two were the mostly neko, Yoko and her opposite her quiet passive brother Kiyoshi. The youngest of our five is Kimiki and as she was named she is without equal. Born without a tail and dog-ears, with the soft purr of a kitten.
As the ages wore on so did we. You know how many people lie about their ages? Well I do that all the time I say I'm seventeen and yet I'm about 515 years old and my husband even older then that we'll just stick with twenty. The closer we got to the twentieth-century the more important it was to disguise our youkai. With the combined forces of Shippou, Hachi, Miroku the houshi descendent of Miroku and Sango (the first), and myself a glamour spell as you will was created.
"Come on Kagome!" said a voice from another room.
Kagome was pulled from her thoughts, "What Inu-Yasha?"
"Why are you on that old sleeping pallet? Come to bed, we're starting your precious school tomorrow, you need your sleep!" said Inu-Yasha almost irritated as he entered the room and looked at Kagome.
He was right, school was in the morning both her and Inu-Yasha tested into the last year of their high school careers the class of 1998. Kagome stood placing her diary on the shelf along with the hundreds of others that started with day one till the present, her own personal history books.
Kagome took a hold of Inu-Yasha's hand and they walked to their bedroom. The eight children had long since been tucked in bed.
Author's Note: They are the Class of 1998 because this whole mess started in 1997 so said the great Rumiko Takahashi and so be it!Please tell me what you think. Thanks.
- Na