Kagome's POV
I swear I'm so scared, I'm about to piss my pants! It's just that, the look he just gave me...I shivered and looked him in the eye" Sesshoumaru, I'm...I'm sorry...I don't know what I was thinking...Um...There is one way for you to get back though..."
His eyes widened, and he asked" How? Tell me"
I gulped, not really wanting to tell him"Um..."
He grabbed me shoulders, and pushed me into the wall of the well. His claws were digging into my shoulder, to the point of drawing blood. He appeared nearly maniacle...I didn't know he would get this worked up, but I guess I can't blame him...but, also, I can't tell him right now, so..."Sesshoumaru, in order for you to get back to your own time..." he leaned in, expecting to hear the answer. But, unfortunetely for him, he couldn't find out just yet, and, he had dropped his guard. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I loosened one of my arms from his grip, and, before he could do anything, I whacked the back back of his head, as hard as I could with a balled fist, rendering him unconscious.
I sighed, and tried to figure out just how, exactly, I'd get him out of the well. Gritting my teeth, I tried to pick him up. I couldn't even make him budge. ugh. What does he eat? Maybe I could...no...or or...no...ummm...I got it"I'll be right back! Don't go anywhere" I laughed as I said, quite sadistically, too. What has gotten into me?
I wondered up the ladder, and through the front door of my house. My mother was there, cleaning, but as soon as she spotted me, she rushed over, and squeezed me. My eyes were nearly popping out of their sockets. Then, realizing that I need air to breathe, she let go. "Kagome" she said" I haven't seen you in forever! You've been through the well for so long! What kept you"
"Well mama, we finally beat Naraku! And we got all the shards of the jewel too"
"That's great honey! So, when are you going back"
I gulped and looked down" Can we not talk about that right now"
She hugged me" Of course dear! Now, do you need help with anything"
Sesshoumaru's POV
Dream Sequence
I cracked my eyes open just a little bit, and viewed my surroundings. Where...?
"Hello, Sesshoumaru." came the sound of an eerie voice.
I looked around, trying to get a hold of my bearings. What the? I looked around again, but only seeing a vast amount of nothingness. It was pitch black. No one was around. Yet, he could have sworn-
"Do not worry, it is only me..."
"Who are you" I asked. Who is this person?
A figure came into view, it was a tall man, with long silver hair, molten gold eyes, and a cresant moon upon his head. "It is I son."
My eyes widened to unbelievable sizes. "F...father"
InuTaisho's eyes softened" Yes son, it's me. Now, come here and give your old man a hug"
I looked at my father funny. A hug...? No, I didn't do hugs.
InuTaisho rolled his eyes when I son didn't move, and instead walked foward and hugged the proud demon. Noticing his son's eyes bulging, hew chuckled heartily. Ahhh, the joys of parenthood. "Son, I love you somuch! I haven't seen you in ages"
I glanced at him funnily, had we not been training in the garden just yesterday?
"What? Don't you give me that look! I haven't seen for years"
At this point, I was getting worried. Years?
He looked me over carefully, then apparently noticed how happy I looked, so decided not to say anything, well, except for"Son, I think you finally hit your head one too many times! Nah, I'm joking, you know I don't mean that" He moved foward to hug me, this time, I let it go, why not? I had nothing to be ashamed of by it!
"Son, I need to tell you something important, something's happened to you, but don't worry, you'll be okay. Oh! And, whatever you do, by no means kill that nice human family"
Wha...?
I opened my eyes, my dream having been interuppted by something. There was something, I looked down, a rope of some sort, tied to my foot, and pulling on it. Glancing up, I found that I was in the botton of of some sort.Leaning over the side of the well, there was a woman with short hair pulling on the rope. To her right was a young girl, standing there with a large sweatdrop, as if she was humitliated by her mother...
She looked down to check to the progress when she noticed I was awake."Mom! You can stop now! He's awake"
Kagome's POV
After I knocked him out, I thought about how I was supposed to do to keep him from killing me, and I couldn't think of anything! So, my mom agreed to help me cook a nice dinner, and I would beg him to spare my life! xD Well, I hate begging, but I really wanted to live to see 20!
Anyway, while we were thinkning on what to do, my mom said, since I couldn't lift him (I tried! He's just so friggin heavy!), she'd pull him out of the well. So, even after we agreed on the begging, she still insisted she could pull him out. I ended up having no say at all in this, so, naturally, I stood by to watch the show. God! I wa so relieved when he finally opened his eyes! I thought I had really hurt him, but I'd been to scared to go down there with him...
"Hey, Sesshoumaru, how ya doin' down there" I asked, kinda nervous...
"..." He looked confused.
"Umm...hello? Sesshoumaru? Are you feeling all right"
He looked at me strangely, then asked" Who are you"
That was the last thing I heard before passing out cold.
lol. Sorry to end it with such a cliffie. I also am sorry for how short this chappie may be. My comp crashed again, and it just got recently reformatted, so I don't have Word, PSP, or Animation Shop3...So, I'm stuck using Notepad, which is driving me nuts, because I have no idea how to make the document smaller (like, for printing and stuff) so I have no idea what-so-ever how long this will be on Anywho, for those of you out there that haven't heard from me in a long time, sorry, my life has problems, and those come first, over finishing this fic, but I do try. There was a point in this chapter, that I really didn't like, so I deleted the chapter, and rewrote it, I still don't like the beginning, but the end is ok...Well, I'm off for now, and more poems are on the way, I have about 20-30 or so in my notebook, so there is no shortage, I'm just picky about what I put up, since I'm unbelievably selfconcious about them...