Reiko's POV
Walking towards the main doors of my school I let a smile break over my face. I just can't help myself, but be excited to see Rikyo again. Seeing him standing beneath the Sakura tree I walked towards him.
"Hey beautiful," Rikyo said smiling at me as I approached him.
What was it with him and that pet name?
"Hey, my moms over here," I smiled up at him and then proceeded to walk towards my mother's car.
We walked silently over to my mom's car. Stopping just outside of the car door Rikyo stood beside me as I opened the door.
"Hello honey, " upon seeing Rikyo she added, "Who's your friend?"
Before I could say anything at all Rikyo stuck his right hand out and said, "I'm Sasaki, Rikyo, and you must be Reiko's ... sister?"
Kagome's POV
I couldn't help but take his offered hand for a shake. He reminded me so much of Miroku that I had to blink back the sudden sting of tears that threatened to make themselves known. The boy standing in front of me looked almost exactly like him with his long dark hair, violet eyes, and his smile. It also seemed that this boy, Rikyo, had the same flirtatious manor.
Smiling slightly I replied, "Nice to meet you, Rikyo...and I am Reiko's mother, Kagome."
"Mother? You don't look to be much older than Reiko... You must be joking?" He said with a mock shocked face, eyes wide with played innocence.
I couldn't help the chuckle that came forth, he was just too much like Miroku, except he seemed to be less... forward. Considering he was standing near my daughter… he had better be less forward then Miroku was.
"Mom is it okay if Rikyo came home with us. We already have a lot of homework and since we both have all advanced classes we were going to help each other out." Reiko said, a hint of laughter in her voice from the boy's antics.
"If it's alright with his mother, then I would be glad to," I said.
Watching curiously, I saw how my daughter's smile grew deeper and her eyes flashed quickly towards him. Biting back my own grin, waited as the two piled into the car after throwing their backpacks into the front seat beside me.
Reiko's POV
I can already see the questions forming in my mother's eyes. I knew as soon as Rikyo left to go home later she'd be right there ready to have a "talk". I couldn't help rolling my eyes at this. Not that it bothered me really.
The car ride home was relatively quick. Getting out of the car I went to grab our back packs, only to see Rikyo getting both of ours, shouldering them, now waiting for me to show him where to go.
"We'll be up in my room studying Mom," I said as I walked inside the house.
"All right honey, and just leave the door open," My mom's voice followed.
I could feel the heat in my cheeks, knowing that my face had to be the color of a cherry. Without a word Rikyo followed me upstairs to my room. Upon entering my eyes darted quickly to where I knew the box of journals lay just beneath my bed. A stab of longing hit me, making me wish that I had said no to Rikyo's request earlier so I could have read more. With a quick glance to my right, the feeling quickly diminished seeing Rikyo gazing at me with those eyes of his.
"Make yourself comfortable while I grab us something to drink," I said gesturing him into my room, "Is tea fine? I always have a cup after school."
He nodded to me as he walked over to my desk that sat on the left side of my room next to my walk in closet. As I walked back out of my room I glanced over at Rikyo over my left shoulder and watched him look over the pictures of my family and friends. Turning away I made my way swiftly downstairs.
Walking into the kitchen I saw my mom was already making dinner and from the smell of it I could tell she was making Ramen. Smiling I reached into the cupboard next to my mom and pulled out the tea packets.
"Rikyo seems nice," I could hear the smile in her voice as she said this.
"He is."
I quickly boiled some water glad that I wasn't being questioned yet. Though the silence that my mother and I are in is a tad uncomfortable. I can feel the unease in my mother between us. Something that seemed to generate from her meeting Rikyo.
"What's wrong mom?"
Startled, she looked up at me, "Nothing, why do you ask?"
"Because you're acting a little off... is it because of Rikyo? Do you already not like him or something," I couldn't keep the defensiveness in my voice at bay even if I wanted to. She didn't have the right to judge him so freely when she knew not of him.
"Oh no, honey, it's not him. Everything is fine. Is your friend going to stay for dinner?"
I could tell that she wanted to change the subject and with a sigh I let it go.
"Yea,"
After adding the tea packets I brought up the two cups of tea plus a thing of sugar, not sure of how Rikyo took his tea, and went upstairs to my bedroom where I left him. Walking in I couldn't help but stop suddenly as I looked at him. Memories from a time I never knew assaulted me with just the mere look into Rikyo's face. Flashes of a similar pair of violet eyes crossed my mind.
"Reiko are you alright?" Rikyo said, snapping me out of the stupor I had fallen into.
Nodding my head I walked over on shaky feet to sit on my bed. Only once before had something like this happen to me. Though the last time it had happened was when I retrieved my mother's notebooks. I had similar images flash before me from just seeing the well.
"Reiko?"
Glancing up questioningly I realized that I still held the cups of tea.
"Here's your tea... I wasn't sure how you drank yours so I brought up some sugar."
He didn't press my recent actions, which was a good thing to me, but accepted the tea with small thanks before sitting down in the desk chair in front of me.
"Reiko, honey, it's time to get up," I heard my mom saying from the other side of my door.
Sighing I let myself sit up in my bed and stretch before I stood up to get dressed. After pulling my skirt and shirt that make up our school uniforms I walk casually downstairs for a quick breakfast before I retreat to my bedroom to read more of the notebooks that lay under my bed, away from my mom's watchful gaze.
Stepping into the kitchen I glance up to see my mom setting out some cereal and a bowl. Sitting down at the table, I poured myself a bowl of dry cereal.
I eat quickly in silence my thoughts swaying back and forth between Rikyo and my mother's journals. Something about the journals seem so familiar to me, almost as if I've heard the story before… or even perhaps lived it. And Rikyu, he seems like someone I know better than I know myself. Everything about him is new yet I feel as if he is an old friend. Not to mention the intense spark I feel every time I look upon him.
Snapping back to my breakfast that I have finished in record time, I get up to head back upstairs.
My mother says nothing as I go to my room, for this I am extremely thankful. Pulling out the box of journals I sit on the floor, leaning against my bed for back support as I flip open the journal from yesterday to begin where I left off.
Anyways, with "freeing" him from the arrow he went on to defeat the centipede chick. In the process I got some jewel torn from my side. Ouch!
Kaede (a woman I met from earlier before releasing dog-boy) somehow got prayer beads around dog-boy's neck.
I guess I could use dog-boy's name, huh?
She somehow got the beads around Inuyasha's (dog-boy) neck and tells me to come up with some kind of command word. I totally blanked until I glanced at his ears. The first thing to come out of my mouth was the word "Sit". You will never believe what happened as soon as the words were said…
He literally slammed to the ground. Sat.
The sight was totally hilarious. Though I have waited until now to laugh about it.
I can't help but giggle at what I just read. Seriously, how often does one get to read about a person who is, I guess, part dog that slams to the ground when told to "sit"?
Flipping through the pages of the journal I held in my hand I noticed that my mother went back and forth between the Feudal era and Modern era. Deciding not to read through it I put it to the side and went to grab another notebook. It was the last journal, the one I had opened before I read the first journal my mother had written. It wasn't until just now that I noticed the picture taped to the inside front cover.
Gasping I let one of my fingers trace the people I saw in the picture. There were two young girls, one being my mother when she was about my age and another I did not know. Standing to the other side of the one I didn't know was a guy with dark hair pulled back wearing a purple dress of some sort. Then to my mother's right was what could only be Inuyasha. His eyes captured my through the photo, I have only ever seen those exact eyes in one place… in the mirror while looking at myself. And his hair was as silver-white as my own is. The resemblance between this… dog-boy and myself was striking.
Eyes going wide only one thought enters my shocked mind and that's how much I look like dog-boy. There's no way on earth that I am not related to him. Could that mean that he is my…. Father?
No that cannot be true, there is no way that my mother traveled to the Feudal era by a well, that she met a guy that was half dog, that her mother got pregnant by a guy at least 500 years in the past, and than left it all behind to raise me.
Looking at the picture I try to focus on the other people in the picture. The guy with long black hair looked utterly familiar so did the young woman standing to the right of him. It was definitely the guy's eyes that got me. His eyes were violet in color and the picture just caught the look of mischief in them.
They looked exactly like Rikyo's eyes. And the young woman had Rikyo's smile (or was it the other way around?).
Opening the notebook I turn to a random page to see what it has to say. Hopefully if I read enough of it I won't be too confused. I've never been a patient person.
Flipping a couple pages since I had read some of it before I started to read.
I haven't seen my home in the modern era in almost three weeks now. I know my mother, Souta, and grandpa are all probably worried about me. I also know that grandpa probably told the school that I had some type of cancer that was contagious. We all know how he can be when it comes to that sort of thing.
Inuyasha has been acting weird, (Or should I say weirder than normal?), ever since Kikyo's death. It's not in a depressed manner, as one would expect. He's been in a contemplative mode lately. I'll be doing some random thing and I catch him looking my way without rhyme or reason. Not that I'm complaining, obviously being watched by the one I love isn't a bad thing, I'm just curious as to what is going on in that head of his.
It's times like these where I wish that the only thing I had to worry about was falling off my bike. When we're young life seems so hard, yet looking back it was so easy. Here I am seventeen in love with a hanyou, a half-demon… how did this come about? I never would have dreamt this happening, not in my wildest of fantasies!
None of this means I regret everything that has happened. I wouldn't take back any of it. At times, yes I wish certain things never happened, but in reality all of the things make me who I am today. Plus I could never regret meeting and ultimately falling in love with Inuyasha, even if it seems it is only one sided.
I'm not sure why I believe what I'm reading to be true, just that I do. I'm not sure what makes it so set in stone the most, the way my mother had written it all down or the picture that looked all to real to be some digital manip. It's scary to think about really… if it is all true is there any chance that I can… go through the well to get to the feudal era to actually….
Closing my eyes, I sigh. I'm not quite sure I'm ready for the hope that I have burning inside my heart. If there's a chance that I could go back to the feudal, I could actually meet my father. And yes, I know that this Inuyasha is my father, the resemblance is far to striking for any other explanation.
This brings me to an important question. Why did my mother leave the feudal era? Why didn't she just raise me there? Is Inuyasha dead? Is it impossible to return? What happened?
Flipping the pages of the notebook I try to find a page that grabs my attention. It didn't take long.
Oh, where do I begin? I know it's been a while since I wrote in here. Maybe not long in the sense of time itself, but in the sense of so much has happened in the amount of time past!
The jewel is pretty much completed. The only pieces we have yet to gain are the ones Kouga has and what Naraku holds. Downside: this means that the final chapter is to come.
We'll come back to all of that later though…
Inuyasha and I ended up talking last night. We had just defeated another one of Naraku's minions and I nearly got killed in the process (that seems to happen all to often). After it was all finished… Inuyasha kissed me.
Yes, he actually kissed me.
I didn't expect that to happen, but it didn't take me long to figure out it was happening. After the comments from the others (Reminder to self: Slap Miroku), Inuyasha and I talked alone. And, oh I can't believe it he feels the same! I always figured that the love was one-sided, but I am glad that I was wrong there.
"Reiko, honey, we're going to be late!"
Glancing at my watch I can see that I had gotten lost reading the journals. Placing the box underneath my bed I take the journal I had just been reading with me. Sticking the journal in my backpack so my mother doesn't see it, I shoulder the pack and make my way downstairs.
"Before I forget," my mother said as we made our way to the car, "when I pick you up from school we're heading straight to the shrine to visit grandma."
"Okay."
Visiting the Shrine, the perfect opportunity to test the well to see if it will transport me to the feudal era. And if it doesn't work, then I'll confront my mom about the journals and get all the information I can. If it does work… well that will bring on many things, hopefully somewhere in those many things is meeting my father.