Night Calls
Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, nor do I own its characters. I do, however, own Yure Takeshi and the events revolving around her -- these include her circumstances in the feudal era as well as the movies mentioned in the story ( and to the best of my knowledge, these movies do not exist ).
Summary: There was one other survivor from the Demon Slayer Village, but she wasn't there during the decimation. Where was she? More of a when. Somehow, she found herself in "present-day Japan" and eighteen years later, she returns to the time in which she truly belongs -- certainly, this wasn't in the devious plan of the nefarious Naraku as well! Or was it?
Rated for safety. And what kind of writer would I be if I didn't ask for a response from the readers?
In the last chapter, Yure woke up to find that she, not only, wasn't in the well-house but she was being watched by two demons – one of whom wanted her liver? It's alright, though. They were weak and she managed to beat them with weapons that appeared to be made from giant ribs. After concluding that she woke up around 500 years before she lost consciousness, she realized one more thing.
9.:.Prepared and Not Alone.:.9
"I'm back…?"
I have to get out of this forest, Yure told herself, I guess I'll just go this way… After swinging her bag over and hanging it on her shoulders, she walked in the general direction she was facing. I also have to get out of these clothes. If there are demons all over the place, I won't be able to fight very well in these baggy garbs. Immediately, her mind turned to the back on her back, remembering what was in it. When she was found wandering modern-day Japan eighteen years ago, she had a satchel on her back. In that satchel were the following:
The two Ribs she had just used and was currently in her firm grasp.
A tight black outfit that would be just the right size for her at the moment – she had no idea why she had it with her when she was so young.
Red armor-like pads that would protect her shoulders, knees, elbows and abdomen. Its pattern consisted of nothing more than black lines that criss-crossed over each other.
Black boots that also offered some protection to her shins and calves.
A face-masked she had used countless times when dealing with fumes and such. It was even better than most face masks made in modern-day Japan.
Finally, the small kimono she was wearing when she was found. Its sleeves were torn off and it wouldn't even be long enough to reach her knees, but it would still fit.
She inwardly smiled, knowing that, not only was she home, but she was also prepared for it.
As Yure took another step, she heard a squeak, so she automatically jumped back and defensively held the Ribs in front of her. Of course, only then did she look down to see that it was only a small, albino ferret. "Ah!" Yure piped for a moment, "Kiroi!" Yure kneeled and sat down before the ferret pounced over and started jumping around the actress as if he was angry. Swooping the small creature into a hug, Yure chuckled, "Alright, alright, I'm sorry, Kiroi! I'm sorry, okay?"
When Yure was found, she was also tailed by the little ferret that was currently in her arms. Since then, the ferret had stayed with her and followed her around when permitted. Yure had no idea that he had followed her into the well-house and then back to the feudal era, but she was glad he did. In any case, a sum of twenty-some years was an incredibly long life-span for a ferret, but Yure never told anyone that Kiroi was a ferret demon. Of course, as far as she knew, his life-span was the only thing he had that was different from other ferrets, so it wasn't like it was a vital fact.
"Alright, Kiroi," Yure said as she stood up, letting the ferret rest on her shoulder, "Let's go find that village, hm?" I wonder how the village is, though, she thought to herself, I hope everyone is alright. I hope that dream was just the result of seeing and doing too many horror movies…