Yayyyyyyyyy! At the time I am posting this chapter (four days after posting the first one), I havc been graced with ten whole reviews!

Gotta love 'em. Sigh.


Anyway, this story is progressing fairly well, according to the input I've been getting. I am happy people like it.

For my fans in general:

1.) I have actully never come accross this scenario before, but I'm glad that those who did say they like mine the best.

2.) I like cats too (I have two) I just thought I should make his friends annoying in some way like Kagome's Future era friends in the series seemedto me.

Note: I am going to refer to the time with cars and our time stuff as the Future era and the time with demons and in the past as the Feudal era.

and

3.) Sorry, but I seem to like writing cliffies. I apologise if this bugs you.

I desire for you to enjoy my portrayal of this story... in other words: I hope you enjoy this.

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Last time:

I could have died! The stressed adolescent's mind shrieked to him over and over. He could have cursed and freaked out indefinitely if he hadn't been distracted by something moving out of the corner of his eye. Fearing another attack by monster, he whirled around to find…

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…a white butterfly.

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He let out a nervous laugh, which was choked off as he suddenly became aware of several factors normally not associated with a dusty old well house. The first being the presence of the butterfly, how did it get down in here? Another being how bright it's wings were in the sunlight. Sunlight shouldn't reach the bottom of a well in a shed. The third thing was the blossoms on a vine hanging down the walls on which the butterfly came to rest. Where the hell did they come from? Following them up the sides of the well with his eyes to the top, he got a big shock: Sky! How the hell can I see sky? Unless that THING wrecked the shed, in which case I am in it sooooo deep, but that doesn't explain the vines… Shrugging it off he decided to climb out of the well before thinking any further, it was making his head hurt anyway. He was coming down from the adrenaline high and he would probably collapse soon, he'd much rather do that elsewhere than the bottom of a hole.

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Clutching a fistful of vines, he began to scrabble and claw his way upwards. Growling under his now short breath, a habit he'd gotten into doing when irritated or angry, he thought of numerous obscenities since he didn't have the air to voice aloud. Finally, he managed to haul himself over the rough, wooden rim and plop down on the grassy ground next to it. Panting from first the battle and then the climb, the teenager looked around at his obviously new surroundings while his body recovered as his mind was sent into loops.

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Birdcalls, more than he was used to and in more variety, sounded from all around him. The birds themselves could be seen fluttering and hopping around the clearing surrounding the well. Insects hummed, chirped, buzzed, and generally wouldn't shut up. Late afternoon sunshine bathed his resting form in a gentle warmth, just enough to be felt, but not enough to overheat. Puffy clouds drifted lazily across the sky and formed into soft, amusing shapes. The breeze, that tugged at his hair and clothes sporadically, smelled heavenly and carried a scent that could only be described as a mix of evening and spring. He realized the reason it was so delightful was there were no pollutants, no car exhaust, smoke, or smog. Weird…

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"Keh, like everything else isn't?", he mumbled with an ironic half-grin.

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Now that he had his second wind, he stood up and brushed himself off. Then, he looked around him at the forest he was obviously in and tried to think of what to do. It's getting late and I'm in the middle of a freaking forest…Probably should get out of here and find some help before nightfall and all the beasties come out. He decided he didn't want to risk going back the way he came. Thinking about the monster in the well, he shuddered. And where there was one, there was bound to be others. Aw Hell… what have I fallen into? Beside the well, of course.

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Slowly turning in place, his eyes searched his surroundings for anything familiar. He knew it was unlikely he'd find anything, but was gratefully surprised when he caught sight of the God tree towering over the rest of the forest. On the one hand, it gave him a goal to reach, a point of reference among all the bizarre happenings. On the other, it freaked him out. The God tree was supposed to be surrounded by his family's shrine. This one point of similarity to his home was disturbing.

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Shrugging it off, he started for the tree. It's not like I have anything better to do. Making his way through the undergrowth of the obviously old wood forest, he murmured quiet curses every time he tripped onrocks and rootsor got scratched by a branch. A hell, he thought as he heard a rip. His sleeve had gotten caught on a thorny vine and had torn a little when he pulled it loose. God, now Dad's going to get on my case when I get back. Probably going to give me one of those lectures about fighting only when you have to or other crap. It wasn't as if he chose to get in fights, all the arrogant pricks at his school (and many others for that matter) always tried to jump him for no good reason.

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Ok, so almost no good reason. He admitted calling them names, even amusing and accurate ones, wasn't the most diplomatic thing to do, but he was only giving as good as he got. They attacked him and they always went for strength in numbers. He smirked, it didn't matter how many attacked him, he always won.

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He was almost to the clearing around the God tree when his internal musings turned into mutters that increased slowly in volume, "Feh, father should be proud of my fighting skills, not lecturing me on…"

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He trailed off as he looked up at the God tree before him and cried out, "What the hell!"

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Again, short and cliffie. I suppose it's begining to be a habbit. Oh well, at least I'm getting them up fairly quickly.

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