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Author: Fallen Sakura-aka-Uzumaki Ryooki
Disclaimer: Beware! Beware the squirrels! They're going to attack at dawn…unless…they forget…again…then, in such a case as that, they will attack on tomorrow's dawn! But beware! One day! They will remember! The question is! Will you be prepared!…Oh…yeah…I don't own, so don't sue…cuz the squirrels will attack you.
Summary: After The Shikon is complete something happens and everyone is dead and Kagome is back in the Future; after two years of depression and not leaving the house. What will Kagome's mother do in order to get her old daughter back?
Chapter 1After that, I had woken up to find myself in my own bed at home.
Mom said she found me lying in the middle of the shrine grounds. I had been unconscious for two months…no one knows how long I had been there before she found me. No one knows how I got there in the first place.
What had happened?
Did I really get shot? Mom didn't see an arrow or a wound, but I have a scar where it should have been.
What happened?
What did I miss?
Two days later of just resting, Jii-chan came to see me.
He had discovered a historical documentary scroll dating from the time I went back to.
It was on the day of the battle with Naraku.
Written by Myouga.
(Damn flee. He would still be alive long enough to make an account of what happened.)
The scroll said everyone had died that day. They couldn't even recover any body fragments. They had been completely vanquished. Vaporized into dust, until nothing else remained.
It said that no one knew how it had happened, and that I had just seemingly vanished. Like I had never been there in the first place.
Kind of odd seeing yourself in a 500-year-old scroll.
But...everyone was dead…Or so it said.
I couldn't except that.
I couldn't believe it.
I tried numerous times over the span of 5 months to get back through the well.
They were dead, and I couldn't get back.
They probably died because I vanished.
It was my fault, and there was nothing I could do to fix it.
After realizing that, I went into a horrible depression.
I clawed the pink wall paper off my walls. I ripped my bed to shreds.
In the end, I had them paint my walls black.
They finally got rid of my bedposts after I threw them out the window…twice. They put my mattress on the floor in the far corner of my dark room.
The sheets were a crimson colour, and the comforter was black.
I had them board up my windows.
While they were painting my room, I had gotten into another…frenzy, per say.
And…I threw the paint everywhere.
Staining my carpet with its colour.
On the opposite side of my room from the bed, I had my dresser and a desk with a computer.
My closet was filled with clothes of red, black, and silver.
I had refused to eat, so I lost a lot of weight.
I couldn't sleep at night because of nightmares, so I had constant bags under my eyes. My once ocean blue eyes, had dulled to a hue of gray.
My nails grew in their length, and I kept them a blood red, as a reminder of the blood that was spelt on my hands because I wasn't there.
My hair grew long and matted.
Some would say I looked like one of the dead. And that's what I was, spiritually dead.
Now, mom wants to send me to spend the summer with my cousin.
She thinks it will help. She says I need to make friends.
I haven't been out of the house since the last time I tried the well. That was one and a half years ago. I haven't seen sunlight since that day.
What help could this bring.
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-Few days before trip-
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Mom took me out places, she said I needed to at least look like I took some care of myself.
We went and had my hair washed and cut. She had it cut to the bottom of my butt.
She took me to go get a manicure. They trimmed and repainted my nails.
She went and took me shopping for clothes. They measured me here and they measured me there. So many people touching me.
Seeing so many people. The streets and stores were so loud. The sun was so bright.
How is this helping me?
I'm more miserable then I was before.
I cringed when they touched me.
I jumped away when the people passing by would brush passed me.
I was almost in tears because the sun burned my eyes and skin.
We had to just stop more than once so I could just sit and cover my ears to the sounds.
How is it supposed to help?
Then came the day to go to the train and go to my cousin Kuwabara's house.
My family wasn't going with me.
They thought I should do this by myself. That this would be a 'great experience' for me.
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-On the train-
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I watched my family wave to me as a boarded the train.
I watched as they continued to wave, even as the train was leaving.
The train was crowded. Everyone was so close together that there was nowhere to go where someone wasn't touching you…
I couldn't take it.
There was a kid beside me jumping up and down, bumping into me, and screaming.
To my other side was a smelly old man that looked like he lived on the street. He turned and smiled at me, he looks drunk.
Behind me was some teenage guy with his head phones on his head, head banging and bumping into me. You could have heard his music all the way at the back of the train, and we were at the front, beside the engine.
In front of me was a pregnant lady that decided to start screaming that her water broke and that she was going into labor.
I couldn't take it.
I got off at the next stop.
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That was when I realized that I didn't know where I was.
'Oh boy…mom's not gonna be happy about this.'
I looked around to see where I was…The name written on the sign was a name I had never heard of before.
'Great Kagome, just great. You don't even know where you are. And when they come to pick you up at the train station, they'll flip and call mom, who'll flip and probably call the police…nice…real nice.'
I sighed and went to a pay phone…when I realized I didn't know their number…
So I did the next best thing.
I called home…but, as luck would have it, no one was home.
As if it couldn't get any worse, next thing I knew it was thundering and raining so loudly you wouldn't even hear it if a grand piano fall off the Tokyo Tower right in front of you.
I sighed in heavy frustration.
'Could it get any worse?'
And of course, as Murphy's law goes, any thing bad that can happen, will happen. So of course, right after I thought that, the electricity in the whole building went out.
So now, not only would you not hear the piano fall, you wouldn't see it either!
"Urgh!...well...atleast I am finally out of all the li-" and of course, right then some stupid wondering idiot had to try to 'grope' his way to the phones, and had to grope something that obviously WAS NOT the phone.
"HENTAI!" I slapped the perv as hard as I could.
At that moment the lights came on.
Only to reveal that my 'attacker' had been a poor old lady with a walker... now probably suffering a combination of concussion, stroke, and heart attack.
I slowly walked away from the scene.
As I began to look around, I began to think that maybe this 'getting me out in the world' thing, wasn't so bad.
Mom wasn't going to leave me alone until I got at least one friend, and I already had to stay with my cousin for a year.
Why not give it a try?
As I looked around, a hair salon caught my eye...my hair was still kind of heavy...not to mention mom wanted me to take care of it...I don't want to fail mom...I already failed everyone in the feudal era...I refuse to fail everyone here!
With a new determination, a determination that I haven't had in years, I walked over to the hair salon.
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-After the hair cut-
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Kagome came out looking like a totally new person.
Her hair was cut short. Her bangs left long, they went to her to below her shoulders and they framed her face.
The rest was cut much shorter so that it was all spiked up. All of her hair was coloured a deep red.
It ended up really complementing the outfit her mom had made her wear. It consisted of a red and black plaid mini skirt, black spaghetti strap corset top, and knee-high army boots.
Now she was completely satisfied that this would help to please her mother (wish I had her mom).
So, she went to complain to the manager that 'she had gotten off at the wrong stop because the workers had given her false information so, because it was their fault, they should put her on the next train to her destination for free'.
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End!
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