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"Inuyasha, Kagome, meet Junichiro."

There was an awkward silence between the three as they stared at one another. Junichiro felt every muscle in his body tense, his ears twitching beneath his hair as he listened to the old woman stoke the fire.

"Uh, hey," he mumbled, averting his eyes. For some reason, he felt intimidated under the hanyou's piercing gaze.

"Hello," Kagome offered softly, cocking her head to the side slightly. He seems familiar . . .

Junichiro gazed at his mother, his eyes beginning to mist as he stared into her brown eyes. He felt a sudden warmth come over him, and he knew he could feel at ease around the young woman that stood before him.

The other person, however, didn't feel quite as peaceful. Glancing back and forth between the young miko and the newcomer, he felt his blood boil.

"Who are you?" Inuyasha demanded, stomping over to the seated young man and glaring at him straight in the eye. If he even thinks about Kagome . . .

"Uh . . ."

"You're not from around here," the hanyou continued, sniffing the air. "I can smell it on you."

"Well . . ."

"I was passing by when I heard him calling for help from the bottom of the well. How he got there, I do not know." Kaede interrupted, staring at Junichiro. "Tell us, child, who are ye, and where do ye come from?"

Gulping, the young man felt the room around him shrink. "Umm . . . well . . ."

"Don't be scared, we won't hurt you," The woman with the magenta-colored eye shadow assured. Sango, I think her name was . . .

Glancing around him, he noticed everyone's easy gaze on him, everyone except the silver-haired man. His eyes then averted back to his mother, his thoughts puzzled.

Doesn't she recognize me? At all?

A low growl from Junichiro's side reminded him that everyone was waiting for his answers. Scratching his head, he shakily began.

"Uh . . . well . . . my name's Junichiro, and I'm from Tokyo."

"Tokyo!" Everyone exclaimed, turning their gazes to the young miko. "Kagome, isn't that where you're from?"

The young man's mother frowned momentarily, before nodding a slow, "Hai."

"So you're from Kagome's home? Do you two know each other?" Shippou asked, his eyes wide with excitement.

Junichiro was about to reply a quick "no" when Kagome surprised him by walking over to him. She stared at him curiously a moment, before glancing at Inuyasha quickly.

"You don't look familar . . . but you feel familiar . . ." she murmured, puzzled by her own words.

"Well, if he is from ye time, Kagome, he must be exhausted," Kaede grumbled, ladling soup into a bowl. "Now, all ye wait outside as I feed this young man, and I will be out shortly."

With a few more glances at the newcomer, the group slowly filed out. Junichiro let out a loud sigh as he watched Inuyasha's red-clad form leave the room, the hanyou's death-glare still fresh in his mind.

"Um, Kaede-sama?" Junichiro asked uneasily, accepting the bowl that was handed to him, "Those two . . . the ones called Inuyasha and Kagome . . ."

"Hmm?" The old woman turned and stared at him with her one eye. "What about them?"

"Are . . . are they married . . . or something?"

Kaede's eyebrows reached her hairline as she stifled back a laugh. "Inuyasha and Kagome? Nay, child, they are not. As much as they seem to care for each other, they are no older than ye are."

Junichiro's eyes widened as he managed to nod. "Now, finish the soup, I will be outside if ye need me."

Watching the old woman leave, he looked down at the shaking bowl of soup in his hands.

As old as me?! Just how far did I go back!?

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"I don't like him."

The hanyou sat beneath a tree, his tessaiga in hand as he made his feelings about the stranger to the group.

"He doesn't seem that bad," Kagome reasoned, fumbling into her pack for the ramen she promised Inuyasha.

"Not that bad?!" the dog demon jumped up in the air, his eyes narrowing. "Did you see how he looked at you?!"

Inuyasha's rantings were interrupted by a small chuckle nearby. "Jealous, Inuyasha?" Miroku teased, his eyes gleaming.

"Wha-jealous?!" the hanyou flustered. "Of course not!" he yelled, his face turning several shades of red.

"There is no need for ye to yell, Inuyasha," Kaede said irritably.

"He doesn't seem to be a threat," Sango offered, polishing Hiraikotsu. "Inuyasha, did you smell Naraku's scent on him?

The hanyou shook his head. "No, but he did smell kind of strange; he sort of . . . he sort of smelled like Kagome."

"Well that's to be expected," Shippou pipped up, "I mean, he is from the same village as her, it wouldn't be surprising if they smelled similar."

"Yeah, I know that," Inuyasha grumbled, frowning, "but it was mixed with another scent I couldn't quite make out."

"He's not human."

The group turned to stare at Kagome, who was currently stirring a pot of ramen. Her face was etched into a frown, but it looked more from puzzlement than disapproval.

"Not human?"

She lifted her head to meet everyone's gaze. "Well, not completely anyway. He has a distinct demonic aura inside, but its very faint. Surely you sensed it, Inuyasha."

"Uh . . . I . . ."

"I think he was too busy plotting how to kill him," Sango laughed, making the hanyou's face turn redder. "I must admit, he's quite the looker."

"Sango!" the monk at her side protested.

"What? He is!"

"He looks strangely familiar," Kaede mused aloud. "He seemed familiar to me, even though we had never met before."

"Doesn't he?" Kagome nodded, "I felt the same way! There's something about that . . . what's his name, Junichiro?"

Shippou slurped his ramen as he mumbled, "At first I thought he was related to you, Kagome. You two kinda look alike . . ."

"He does share a strange resemblance," Miroku agreed. "A distant relative, perhaps?"

Kagome shrugged. "He might . . . but I still don't understand how he passed through the well. There's no mistaking he's from Tokyo, with his clothes and all, but he would still need a shard . . ."

"Did you sense one on him?" Inuyasha frowned, sitting back down.

The miko shook her head. "No, I didn't. Though its a bit strange . . ."

"What?"

The young woman's face became serious as she stared into the pot of ramen. "When I sensed his demonic aura, I also felt something else . . . sort of like a type of healin--"

"Like a miko?" Sango asked, looking up from her weapon.

"Exactly. Call me crazy, but I could've sworn . . ."

"Maybe you're just tired, wench," Inuyasha grumbled, leaning against the tree. "You need a break."

Kagome's face lit up. "Does that mean I can go home?"

"Hell no."

The young miko growled in irritation at her companion. "Inuyasha . . ."

"What?"

"Osuwari."

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Junichiro's sensitve ears twitched as he heard a loud thud in the distance, followed by a low growl. What the . . .

He stared at his empty bowl, his stomach no longer hungry. Placing the bowl at his side, he dug into his pocket for his cell phone when the jewel shard fell out.

Quickly looking around, he grabbed the fragment and concealed it in his palm. Turning on his cell phone, he was dismayed to see that there was no service.

Figures . . . they wouldn't have cell phone towers 500 and something years in the past . . .

Stuffing the phone back into his pocket, he sighed and opened his palm. He didn't know why he didn't come right out and say that he had a Shikon Jewel shard which allowed him to pass through the well.

Something told me to keep quiet . . . for now . . . now that's just strange . . .

What really baffled him, however, was the age of his parents. Quickly calculating in his head, he realized that he went around 518 years back into the future, if his mother was really around his age.

Great, I'm stuck in a time when my parents were a couple of teenagers . . . and by the looks of it, they haven't confessed their feelings, either . . .

Whew, I wasn't even thought of yet!

Shaking his head, he pocketed the fragment and stood, careful not to tip over the bowl. He walked over to the mat-covered door, and pushing it aside, stared into the lush forests, green grass, and listened as the sounds of wild animals greeted him. Sniffing the air slightly, he walked towards the direction he had pinpointed the group to be.

Since I'm here, I might as well get to know my parents . . .

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AN: so they meet at last! dun dun dun! but wait . . . they're younger than Junichiro expected!! what'll happen next?!?!

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