Koga goes into the Bone Eater's well hoping to bring Kagome back for himself but instead of ending up in Kagome's time, he is transported 500 years after—to the next sacred embodiment of the Shikon Jewel. Unable to resist the draw of the jewel, Koga in an endeavor to save his own life causes the Gundam pilots to go back into the past.
This story is rated T. It has bits of smut, various POV's, humor and some horror. I tried to keep it in the true context and characterization of Inu Yasha and GW. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. The original stories belong to much more creative people. This was written in the spirit of fun not profit.
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Once Upon a Shrine
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Chapter 4 Protection Seals
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The high grass was making it very difficult to make camp. They had tried flattening the grass only to get swarmed with insects. They were reluctant to leave and search for a better spot since their chosen location offered them the most privacy.
"Maybe there is a grass cutter in the shed," Duo suggested.
"I doubt it would be in working condition," Quatre reasoned. "Much less have fuel."
"I can handle a machete or a scythe," Duo told him with a sigh.
"Oh," Quatre blushed. "This placed does seem pre-colony so I guess they would use a cutting implement."
"I bet the only cutting implement you ever had to use was for your dinner," Kathy giggled.
Quatre slipped off his jacket and blushed sometimes he forgot that they all came from greatly different lifestyles. He glanced up and saw the others smirking at him. He did not to take offense at Kathy's comment he knew she was only teasing him.
"Not true," Trowa scolded is sister playfully. "Quatre doesn't have to use a knife at all, that's what his servants are for."
"Trowa!"
This time the group openly laughed. Quatre laughed too. He knew they really didn't care how rich he was. They were all quite comfortable with their individual lifestyles.
"It won't hurt to check out the shed," Heero said a smirk still lighting up his face. "Especially, since Quatre didn't bring his servants."
"Fine, but I promise you, Duo's not the only one who can handle a blade," Quatre retorted.
The guys grabbed a couple of flashlights and headed for the leaning shack on the far end of the property, leaving the two girls to finish with camp. The night air was cool and it was just comfortable enough to have on a light shirt.
Trowa had yet to put on shoes and was enjoying the fading warmth in the soil. Wufei had changed into a comfortable and casual Chinese pants and tank the pristine white cloth glowed in the moon light. Quatre had ditched the jacket and tie although he still had on his expensive pink business shirt but he had rolled up the sleeves and unbutton the collar. Duo and Heero hadn't bothered to change since they had both been dressed causally.
The group stood in front the shack waiting on Heero to open the door. The shack's door came off in Heero's hand. The wood was so old it practically crumpled to dust.
"It's a waste to have let the buildings come to such disrepair," Wufei murmured.
Heero silently agreed. He would have loved to have kept the buildings in their original state. That was impossible, the shrine would have to be completely rebuilt.
Though the house was in better shape, it too would need a complete overhaul. Heero walked in first, quickly searching around with a flashlight. The others poured in after him.
"It's bigger inside," Duo said surprised.
Heero swept the flashlight around again. It was bigger inside. That was odd. What was almost equally strange was the faded paper seals along the walls.
"What are those?" Duo asked.
"Seals," Heero explained.
"Seals?" Duo asked. "They used these to seal up the place? It would have been better to just repair the shack than place those things."
"No, they're protection spells," Wufei huffed.
"To protect against what?" Quatre said looking around nervously.
"Spirits…ghosts," Wufei shrugged. "Occasional demons."
"Really?" Quatre asked. "But why here and not the shrine."
"Because long ago when a place got a leak, the people believe is was bad spirits causing it," Wufei explained. "They were very superstitious."
"So they place these paper seals to fix the 'leak'…I mean pesty spirit," Duo said dumbfounded. "Like I said, better to just repair it."
"Not to fix the 'leak', Maxwell," Wufei huffed again frustrated. "To protect against the spirit causing it."
"The spirit causing the leak," Duo said stubbornly.
"Yuy you explain," Wufei snapped.
"Watch you're steps, there used to be stairs," Heero told them ignoring Duo and Wufei's bickering.
The group climbed down and was in a lower area of the shed. The floor was packed dirt and the placed had a strong smell of mold and damp.
"There is nothing on the walls, except those seals," Quatre said pointing his flashlight to the bare wooden walls.
His quiet exclamation caused the group to look at the walls. He was right the walls were bare. There wasn't any shelves, nails, or hooks to hang equipment.
"Very spooky, if you ask me," Duo stated.
"We didn't," Wufei snapped.
Wufei's abruptness was more from concern than anger. The whole place was starting to unnerve them all. Their previous mirth had quickly evaporated.
"Maybe this isn't a tool shed," Quatre wondered out loud.
In the center of the area was a round stone structure. One side had crumbled away but it still had its shape. Heero moved up to the structure and peered over the edge. He had made sure to be on the more sound looking side however; the ground where he was standing was weak.
"I don't see…"
"Heero," Duo shouted as he watched his friend suddenly drop out of sight.
Duo's shout alerted the others and as one they all jumped. Duo was the first to reach the spot where Heero was. He dived for him, his hand reaching to him and for a second he to was airborne over the hole.
Duo's momentum had carried him clearly over the edge. His first hand passed ineffectively over Heero's head missing him by a hairsbreadth. His other hand quickly snapped forward reaching blindly.
"Damn it, Maxwell!" Wufei yelled as he grabbed for his ankles.
"Trowa, don't let me go," Quatre shouted as he grab Wufei's waist.
Silently Trowa grabbed Quatre's legs and braced himself. His bare toes dug deep into the ground. He was glad he had taken off his clown shoes yet even forewarned he still slid several feet since the soft packed earth gave little traction.
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