The baby girl wailed and the doctors breathed a sigh of relief. Any child that could scream that loud couldn't be too sick. Satisfied, they wrapped the squirming infant in a blanket and handed her back to her mother. Overjoyed, she hugged her daughter to her breast. Above them, the child's father smiled, watching.
Her cries already dying down, the girl sunk into her mother's embrace. A light smile graced her lips as her mother cooed her name to her.
"Your name is Kagome. Yes, it is," she crooned, slipping into baby talk mode instantly.
Kagome Higurashi, exhausted by her first ten minutes on earth, fell asleep. But inside her, the jewel that had disappeared from the earth for five hundred years awoke, humming. Had there been any youkai left alive, they would have instantly perked up their heads and come searching for the baby girl, but as is was, there were none left. The jewel's hum went unheard by all save for one.
Almost directly outside the delivery room, the same jewel hummed back. This one was quite a bit older. Not all the cracks and scratches it had endured had healed, and the light that shone through it was fragmented. It swung slightly in the morning sunlight, hanging from a woven leather band around the neck of a young man, about nineteen. There wasn't anything particularly interesting about him, save for the baseball cap he wore backwards over his long white hair, and the fact that he was hanging from the outside of a wall almost fifteen stories up.
Watching the tender family scene inside, the man smiled, revealing pointed canines. Involuntarily, he reached into a pocket of his denim jacket, fingering the worn, dark blue beads within them. Five hundred years ago at least, the girl within had put them around his neck. From that point on, they had caused him a lot of pain. They would continue to do so for almost four years, while the boy that wore them and the girl that controlled them fought desperately against Naraku.
It was only two days after the hanyou was killed that Kagome had to leave the feudal era, forever. It wasn't a choice of hers. Inuyasha remembered the look in her eyes as she had pulled the beads off of him. Her fingers were almost transparent as she did so. A few seconds later, she disappeared. She was back in her own time.
Now.
For five hundred years, he had waited. For a being that didn't age, a hundred years was nothing. He could wait to become human. He could wait for her.
Leaving Kagome to her parents, he dropped onto the roof of a passing bus, headed back toward the shrine. Goshinboku was waiting.
Not long now.
Yeah. That's just a one-shot I came up with. I love the thought of him waiting five hundred years for her. In the original, she dies, and he waits until she's born to destroy the well, so she'd never have to be killed. I kinda scrapped that, but if anybody else wants to write it, be my guest.
OH! And this story's dedicated to Nimblnymph, who writes the funniest Saiyuki stuff I've read, ever.