AN: Yes here's chapter two, a little more plot building but she's in feudal Japan now so things will be more interesting for you I hope:) R/R!

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Yuki's eyes slowly opened, wincing as she sun glared directly into her golden orbs, squinting to block it out. She tested her limbs, finding them functional but in dull pain as she pushed herself into sitting position. She put a hand on her head, holding a sore bump which she acquired from the fall, the other placing gently onto her chest. She could feel a rounded bruise from where the horse had stricken her, but no broken bones otherwise. "Shit…" she groaned to herself, letting out a sigh as her head pulsed and throbbed. She tilted her head upward, staring toward the top of the well. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, not recognizing this surrounding. Where did the tack room go…? She pondered, slowly bringing herself to her feet, using the walls of the well to support herself. "Hello?" she called, her voice echoing upward. "Can anyone hear me? HELLO?" she weakly punched the side, a small indentation beneath her fist.

She slid down to the ground, sitting with her knees to her chest, hiding her face. "Mama will come find me sometime…" she spoke reassuringly to herself. A few minutes passed by when a shadow covered the bottom of the well. Yuki noticed this, lifting her head and gazing upward, seeing a dark figure bent over the well. She stumbled to her feet, smiling. "Oh thank God! Please I need…where are you going? No, wait!" she cried out as the figure stepped away. "FUCK!" she shouted angrily, slapping her thighs before collapsing onto the ground once again, crossing her arms.

She heard a light whirring sound and could see something unravel within the corner of her eyes. Her eyes widened with a smile when she saw a rotted rope ladder, but a rope ladder nonetheless. "Oh thank you!" She murmured to herself, quickly climbing the splintered rope. She piled out of the well clumsily and onto her back, breathing heavily, the climb having took the little energy she had left. Her eyes widened when she was suddenly nose to nose with the man who had pulled her out, bright, crystalline eyes boring into her own. This made Yuki uncomfortable. Very Uncomfortable. She glared, putting her hand on his face as she attempted to pull away, finding his grip tightening.

"No please, there's no need to fight it, I just saved you, it's only fair that I get a reward!" he stated in a low, husky tone. A loud crunch was heard and the man was on the ground, holding his nose in pain as it gushed blood around him. Yuki breathed heavily, standing and glowering down at the man.

"Don't you ever touch me again," she snipped as she looked around. "Where am I?" she demanded, whirling around to face him. The man had propped himself up against a large tree, which Yuki had just taken into notice with an inward gasp. Her mind flashed quickly to the tree just outside of the tack room, taking a picture with her mother in front of it.

"Now why should I help you again? You were very ungrateful last time," he said coolly. There was a pause of silence when a light smug played on the man's delicate features, taking another step forward toward Yuki. Yuki snapped out of her reverie, turning defensively. "Unless that is…you want to—"

"Riko!" A woman bellowed angrily, storming out to the two. She stopped, eyes popping momentarily when she saw the young girl, pausing to take her in. Yuki stared quizzically at the woman, looking around her to confirm it was her that was the object of interest. "Riko get back into the village your father needs you," she ordered. Riko gave a long sigh, folding his hands into his sleeves as he strolled toward the large jumble of huts.

"Ma'am can you tell me where I am?" Yuki asked calmly, her fingers fiddling nervously with each other as the woman drew nearer. Yuki froze, her body growing stiff as the woman placed a warm hand onto her cheek, carefully looking at Yuki from different angles. Her hard features seemed to soften, her hand dropping and clasping together in front of her with a nod.

"Come with me," she said with a comforting smile, heading in the same direction Riko had. Yuki's eyes scanned the land around her, none of it was familiar, she really didn't feel she had a choice. She sighed in defeat jogging to catch up with the woman, remaining silent. Once they had entered the village Yuki could see barefooted children playing and scampering about, adults trading and buying from the blossoming markets, it all seemed a little old fashioned to her. "Come on now," the woman prodded, noticing Yuki's attention span was slipping, chivvying her into one of the nicer huts. "Miroku-chan?" the woman called, looking around. A man came around the corner, holding the tiny hand of a younger girl who was crying.

"Yes, Sango-chan?" he responded monotonously, kneeling to the girl's level, using his thumbs to wipe her tears. "Kagome-chan there's no need to cry, Riko didn't mean it," he soothed with a smile, kissing her cheek. Kagome looked up with her bright chocolate stare, smiling and nodding with a sniffle. Yuki's pupils shrank, gulping as she heard the words uttered from the man's mouth. Kagome…? When the man stood erect he cast his eyes on Yuki, eyebrows rising though didn't seem fully taken by surprise. "I see…"

"Ano, what's your name?" Sango asked cheerfully, pulling up a chair for Yuki. Yuki slowly sat down, looking up when Riko had reentered the room looking less than amused.

"Higurashi…Yuki…" she said shakily, her nervousness apparent in her voice.

"What about your parents?" Miroku piped in curiously, sitting on his knees next to his wife's chair.

"Why do I need to answer all of this to you?" Yuki snapped, her defensive, egotistic wall taking effect. Miroku sighed with a small chuckle, waving his hand.

"Simply because if you happen to be Kagome's daughter then we have an obligation to take care of you while you're here." Miroku responded with a hint of amusement in his voice. Yuki's breath halted, her eyes widening as she quickly stood. Sango stood as well, her eyes soft and pleading as she reached out for Yuki.

"Please don't get upset, just listen to us," she coaxed gently, the two slowly returning to their seats. "18 years ago your mother came to us—well, Inu-Yasha first—and traveled freely through the well. Inu-Yasha was a—"

"Hanyou…" Yuki finished, eyebrows furrowed. She had heard of Inu-Yasha, her mother had told her bedtime stories of the heroic things he'd done and no matter how tough the situation may have seemed, he always pulled through for them. But they were merely tales, this Inu-Yasha didn't actually exist…did he? Miroku glanced at Sango, an ear to ear smile crossing his lips as he listened.

"…Yes. He wanted to be a full demon,"

"To defeat Sesshoumaru," Yuki added, letting her face fall into her hands, rubbing with a sigh. "No these were just fairytales Mama told me when I was young…are you trying to tell me I'm in feudal Japan? With Youkai and War Lords?" Yuki snickered, standing and crossing her arms. "I know, he traveled with a priestess with the Shikon no Tama I know all that bull crap it was a very interesting story when I was young," she snapped in frustration. In the corner Riko sat with his legs crossed, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he allowed his smaller sister to plop down into his lap.

"Yuki-san," Sango started with a vague smile. "Calm down," she said sternly, clearly wanting to finish what she was saying without being interrupted. Yuki remained standing, glaring at the woman but remaining quiet. "Kagome never told you she was that priestess…did she?" Sango interrogated in response to Yuki's coarseness. Yuki faltered, eyebrow twitching and teeth clenching as she tried to stay calm. The more everything around her made sense the angrier she felt.

"NO!" Yuki shouted, stamping her foot childishly, her fists at her sides. "You can't sit here and tell me that any of this is real! Time travel isn't possible! When you've decided you haven't lost your fucking minds I'd like to know where I am!" she finished, storming through the deer-hide flap and back onto the dirt road. Riko immediately stood with a look of rage dancing within his eyes. He was about to follow when stopped by his father's calm hand.

"Calm down Riko, you know Inu-Yasha's temper as much as the rest of us do," Miroku said with a smile.

"That doesn't give her a right to insult us when we're trying to help her," he seethed through grit teeth, sitting with crossed arms.

"Just give her some time. She already knows the answer, she just has to come to accept it," Sango said softly.

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Yuki sat beneath the majestic tree on its gigantic gnarled roots, hugging herself tightly. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks tearstained and pink from tears as she stifled a sniffle. Everything was happening at once. Since she was young she had the suspicion that Hojo, the man she called father, didn't have anything to do with Yuki's existence. Her mother had openly brought it to her attention, leaving the open-ended question: who? If Hojo wasn't her father…who was? The people she had met only hours ago seemed to know the answers to all of the questions she wanted to ask…but why couldn't she do it? Why couldn't she allow herself to open up long enough to find out who her father was? "Having fun?" Yuki sighed, closing her eyes when she heard the familiar voice, looking down. She remained silent watching as Riko searched for a place to climb, choosing a particularly wild root to climb. He climbed up before hoisting himself up the rest of the way, sighing once he sat next to her, staring into the night sky.

"You know…just when you think you have everything together there's always a new surprise to make things more complicated," Yuki said just above a whisper, averting her eyes to her lap. "I mean, I've always kind of known that, well, you know, Hojo wasn't my dad and my eyes and my smell," her voice began to crack, sniffling as she turned her amber eyes to Riko. "Am I Youkai?" She said defeated, her eyes wide with a child like sadness. Riko glanced over at her for a few seconds before chuckling whole heartedly, shaking his head with a deep sigh.

"If you're who you say you are," he responded in the same suave tone he had used before. Yuki returned to her fetal position, burying her chin in her knees as she embraced her legs to her chest. There was quiet, the sounds of birds chirping dully in the background and crickets singing loudly filled Yuki's ears, none of these sounds which existed where she lived today. The night was calm, serene with its partially clouded sky and the stars like diamonds tossed carelessly over midnight velvet.

"Tell me about my dad," Yuki half whispered. Though the statement seemed demanding, she was feeling very lost and would resort to dropping to her knees to beg for information on her father.

"Well…He's very quiet now. He doesn't speak much and when he does it's usually because he's pissed off about something. He still speaks freely with Kaa-san and pops, but when it comes to villagers he doesn't really acknowledge them," he started. "But apparently before your mother left he was very free spirited. He did whatever he wanted when he wanted. And even though he never admitted to it, his top priority was protecting Kagome-sama. I was 5 when she left and I believe she was pregnant with you." He paused, looking over to Yuki. "I think that's what hurt him the most. Knowing Kagome-sama was being forced back into her world with his child and there was nothing he could do as she disappeared."

"Why did she disappear?" Yuki asked quickly.

"No one really knows. When she added the last shard, the jewel went back into her body and she began to fade," he answered patiently.

"Mama…would never tell me the end of the story. She always got really sad and would have to leave," Yuki explained, jumping off of the root and onto the ground, staring upward with a mischievous smirk that mirrored her fathers'. "I'm done pouting, c'mon take me back," she grumbled. Riko raised an eyebrow before sliding down the root, grimacing when he landed as he quickened his pace to catch up with her. He stared at her behind, eyebrows rising with the first impression as he carefully reached forward.

Miroku gave a nostalgic sigh, smiling as he opened his eyes from his meditation when he heard a painful yell pierce the night. "Oh, how I know that sound…" he breathed. Sango raised an eyebrow, obviously not amused.

"Riko better be careful, you got off lucky Miroku-chan, I'm not youkai," she finished. Yuki pushed the hide aside a nasty look on her face as she entered, sitting on her knees next to Sango as calmly as she could. Riko strolled in soon afterward, holding his bloody nose as he smiled at his parents with an optimistic wave. Kagome giggled from her father's lap at her brother, a hand over her mouth.

"Hey squirt, wanna keep laughing?" Riko challenged with a childish glare, sitting with a cringe.

"I'm going to go find Inu-Yasha," Yuki stated boldly, Sango turning to her quickly.

"Yuki-san, I don't think you understand. Things here are dangerous. Inu-Yasha scouts the perimeter of the village. He's gone on a mission right now, if you wait, he'll come back," Sango explained, resting a hand on the young youkai's head. Yuki shook her head.

"I understand. I'll make it," she said cheerfully. "I want to meet my father!" she added. Sango stared at the girl, worry apparent within her gaze before melting into a soft smile. If she was truly her father's daughter, there was no changing her mind.

"Riko's going with you," she added blankly. Yuki's eyes widened, blinking incoherently, her head slowly turning to Sango. Riko looked up with curiosity when he heard his name, looking form his father to his mother.

"N-No," Yuki stuttered. "No way,"

"Riko is a trained Tajiya, he knows the territory and he can help you," A look of pure amusement flashed from Riko's features in Yuki's direction. Yuki sighed, staring at the ceiling, regretting telling them anything.

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Riko looked behind him, rolling his eyes in annoyance as he gave a sigh to regain his composure. Yuki had fallen a good deal behind him while he had stealthily examine the area to make sure it was safe. He leaped skillfully into the next tree, dropping in front of her. "Can you walk any slower?"

"Shut up I'm not the one in tights," she growled, pushing through the brush that blocked her way. "Riko, I don't smell anything in this area,"

"Listen, I know Inu-Yasha's route better than you do—"

"He's on a mission asshole, he's not on any route, so until you can smell as well as I do, I suggest you produce something with his scent," She shot back with a glare. Riko stared down at the youkai girl sternly, diverting his stare to a clearing up ahead.

"Fine. Listen, we'll stay the night over there. And in the morning we'll figure out what we're going to do," Yuki tailed him as he nimbly headed for the clearing.

"What about youkai?" she questioned, staring at the ground with a cringe.

"Don't worry about them, in this part of the forest they're weak youkai, if they smell you they won't come,"

"And…do you want me to sleep on the dirt?"

"Yes, princess," he uttered with distaste, easily lying onto the ground with his arms pillowing his head. Yuki looked taken aback by his comment, squinting her eyes into a glare at the tajiya before carefully sitting, leaning up against a tree. She could already tell it was going to be a long, restless night.