Theme: Mirror
Word Count: 250
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kagome's found that she doesn't look in mirrors anymore.
Kagome glances at the image of dark eyes and dark hair before absently brushing back an unruly lock. Turning away from the mirror, she smiles.
"Goodbye, mama," she calls, headed for the door.
"Have a good day at school, dear, and be careful," comes the answer from the living room, but the girl is already gone. Her mother sighs and returns her attention to the partially folded laundry in her lap. She reaches for the remote as she moves on to one of Souta's many t-shirts and sighs happily as she settles on her favorite morning talk show.
"Souta!" Kagome calls irritably at her delay. "What are you doing in the well-house?" She worries her lip over the possibility of being late.
"The cat's in there."
His eyes are wide as he peers down the steps, and she finds herself flopping down into the darkness in annoyance.
The last thing she remembers is screaming. And then she finds herself in that place.
She's found that she doesn't look in mirrors anymore. Perhaps she fallen out of the habit due to their rarity in her time spent there. But mostly she suspects that it's a subconscious avoidance of own visage. She knows that she must look haggard—a thin and fatigued version of herself, but that isn't why.
Now when she happens to catch a glimpse of her reflection, she is met with the face of a long dead priestess masquerading as a schoolgirl. And those realities just don't mix anymore.