Disclaimer: I do now own InuYasha or its characters; that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor do I own Naruto or its characters; that right belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
Kagome stumbled through the door to her little slice of heaven and hell. Her body was disorientated while her mind focused on the small door to the storage room. Instinct guided her as she wobbled and tottered like a stiff, tangled marionette. This was a part of what she hated about her current life. Then again, the life she had just returned from hadn't been easy, nor had it been hard. The man she had ended with had been a real piece of work to handle and help.
With each thought and unsteady step, a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. When Kagome finally opened the door to her storage room, she willed the light to come on. The reflection that was cast into her eyes from the countless little orbs that sat on their own miniature cushions made of velvet had her squinting. But still, the sight of them warmed her heart as she went to a small bowl with liquid in the back, a 9 inch Yew wand filled with a scale of a large silver snake next to it.
Slowly, her body still not wanting to function as it should, Kagome lifted the yew wand she had gained from her first time isekaiing. Placing it against her right temple, allowing all the memories to surface as her power pooled at the tip, casting a silver glow upon the water or pensieve. With care, she slowly cast the 'memory extraction spell' to remove everything, be it happy, sad, or angry. Then allowed it to flow into the still water of the pensieve. Once it was done, she cast her gaze down and watched as her 'now prior' life played out before her.
Kagome blinked as she held in a scream of frustration as she fell. The air was cold, and it whistled in her ears, telling Kagome how fast her free-fall was. Then again, she was sure having her giant ass yellow backpack on, filled to the brim, didn't help matters. But this was how she was to enter this life, then so be it. This was not the first time she had isekai'd like this, and she knew it wouldn't be the last. It spoke volumes about the God's 'wicked' sense of humor, or lack thereof!
Closing her eyes, Kagome waited until she made contact with something that grunted rather loudly. And she didn't feel inclined to move as she laid limp over her backpack in an arch, which was probably squishing some poor human underneath. A part of her wanted to laugh aloud, but she felt a slight tingle run along her spine that indicated it would be a very bad thing if she did. When another grunt came from whoever was under her and her trusty backpack, Kagome closed her eyes and let her senses tell her about her surroundings. Hoping that soon the information on the world would be forthcoming like it always was.
Her nose smelled of trees and plants, with a tint of a fishy-copper smell indicating blood. Then her ears picked up the soft rustling of clothes as people moved (probably toward her and the poor sod under her). Eventually, there was whispering that was almost stage-like for her since she was using her Horiki to enhance it (just a little).
"Brother?"
"Izuna, what is on me!"
"A girl and a very large, yellow sack, Madara."
Kagome felt a cold chill run down the length of her spine. The names came just as the information rang throughout her head. She was back in this universe, but apparently, a long time before her previous visits. And it pained her that her face suddenly felt hot as she recalled her last trip to this world. Then again, Kagome was well aware that the universe was more infinite than she was sure normal people could imagine, even if she had come back to the same world multiple times along its natural timeline.
"No, no, no, nope!" she chanted over and over in her head as she snapped her eyes open, looking into a now wide and slightly startled set of dark gray.
Feeling her stomach churn, Kagome rolled her body easily to the side. With the sound of those around pulling weapons from where they'd been hidden on their body, Kagome just braced herself on her knees and began to dry heave. Why the fuck did the Gods love to hate on her? She was with a man who would become a real dick head in the future and wanted to destroy everything because of a curse. When the thought of the curse floated through her mind, Kagome gave a startled gasp and lowered her head to the ground.
Kagome sat there in the seiza position as she fluttered her eyes and smiled coquettishly at the men in the room. She was greatly amused at the moment and didn't feel the need to hide that fact. It had been several days since she had arrived and landed on one Madara Uchiha. Who had a knack for annoying the fuck outta here? Kagome refused to be forthcoming, partially out of spite. And getting a free show of the idiots trying to get into her backpack, which was sealed with Ofuda as well as various spells of protection she'd learned throughout her lives. Yeah, Kagome was riding high on that.
Flicking her eyes to the side, she watched as one of the ninjas took a deep breath. She knew this jutsu; it was the Uchiha Clan's Katon. As the young man blew out the giant ball of fire, watching as it engulfed her bag, Kagome felt her lips split into a fierce toothy smile. The moment it connected with her bag, it triggered the defense spells that created a barrier around it. In seconds the jutsu was reflected onto the young man, who screamed in panic as his body was thrown away by an unseen wind.
When the smoke cleared from the jutsu, Kagome threw her head back and laughed. Her backpack was untouched, though the area around it in a perfect circle was charred. She was so glad for having picked up tips and tricks over the millennia.
"What kind of witchcraft is this?"
Rolling her eyes, Kagome ceased her laughing and looked at the men around her.
"While brawn is all nice and dandy, I prefer men who fucking think with the head on their shoulders and not the damn toddler in their pants," Kagome snapped as she shifted and crawled the few feet to her backpack.
She could feel everyone's eyes on her and didn't even care. Reaching out, she touched the barrier, absorbing the residual spent Horiki back into her body as she reached under the top flap and rummaged. When she heard the familiar crinkle of a bag, Kagome pulled her hand out and sat down happily. In short order, she had her bag of chips open and was snacking on them. She could feel the curiosity and annoyance rolling off each person as they watched her.
Kagome yawned as she helped out a few of the younger Uchiha Clan members. Today was Lord Izuna's birthday, and it had snowed the night before. In the five and half months she'd been here, Kagome had integrated into the Clan. Has it been seamless? Hell, no! The Elders were a bunch of stiff rubbernecks who only cared about their own damn pride. She had done pretty decent damage to them with her verbal insult, which head they thought before sitting down and eating a snack.
"Miss Kagome?"
Putting a smile on her lips, Kagome turned and knelt to be at eye level with those who had called her.
"Yes, Mayuri?" Kagome asked as she tousled the boy's dark hair.
"Did you get anything for Lord Izuna's eighteenth birthday?"
Pursing her lips, Kagome narrowed her eyes as she continued to stare into the innocent gaze of the child.
"He asked me for something very specific, so I am debating on if I want to give him what he asked for," Kagome said, speaking slowly, almost hesitantly. "Or giving him something else. He is an adult of twenty-one and of age now, so his gifts can't be the simple things like I gave you last month for your's."
The cheeky smile and glimmer of understanding that shone in the child's eyes let Kagome know, this was more than likely a set-up.
"Oh, and what did my brother ask you to give him?"
Kagome let her face slip into a blank mask as she stood up. Her spine was stiff and straight as she turned and bowed to Lord Madara. When he gave the command to rise from her bow, Kagome looked him in the eye without flinching. Her mind recalled the hell she had gone through on his birthday. The interrogation was not fun for her. Not since her body had naturally built-in defense mechanisms. And it was clear he was still pissed off at her over the fact his Clan Kekkai Genkai didn't work.
"He wanted me to teach him how to harness the Qi in his body that is similar to my Horiki, Lord Uchiha," Kagome said, her voice polite on the surface but scathing underneath. "While possible, it would weaken his Chakra since it is the joining of the two Qi's in the body that allows you to do all that ninja stuff."
Seeing the visible twitch at the corners of his eyes for but a mere second, Kagome knew that he was not happy. Then again, he had ruined her Christmas Eve and Day by trying to rummage in her fucking head as his birthday and Christmas present. A part of her found it rather amusing and endearing to see this (now) twenty-three-year-old veteran ninja and Clan head reacting like a normal person.
"I see."
Those two words spoke volumes as Kagome watched him turn and walk away. Opening her senses, Kagome felt Izuna in the direction Madara was heading. She felt no guilt since Izuna never said she had to keep what he wanted for his birthday a secret from anyone, especially his older brother!
Stomping her foot on the ground, shooting a massive amount of Horiki. Her gaze was focused on the dark energy that was lurking just at the edge of the village. It was the same dark energy that tainted the Uchiha Bloodline with the fucking curse. She was not going to have it, not while she was here. It'd been eight months since she had arrived, integrated, and now become an unofficial member. And one thing Kagome did above all else was to protect what she cherished in each life she lived. And she actually cared about the people in the Uchiha Clan, aside from most of the Elders.
She had become a female confidant for the ladies, a friend and nanny to the children, an healer for the Ninja who returned wounded(Thanks to her Horiki), and most importantly, a thorn in the side of both Izuna and Madara. Who of late had a keen interest in her personally? What for, Kagome didn't care to find out. Since her mind kept recalling the hell that Madara had put those born many decades from now through with his insecurities and grudges. Not that she didn't kind of like the young version of him. Her mind rationalized he hadn't become a complete arrogant douche yet.
And at the moment, she wouldn't let some dark piece of shit corrupt any of them further. It was bad enough that whatever that 'thing' was had placed the curse. The moment her Horiki slammed into the creature, Kagome let a large smile curl her lips. Faintly she could hear its high-pitched squeal of pain, and it pleased her greatly.
"You look like you have committed an act of sadism with that smile."
Jerking her head around to look at the speaker, Kagome arched an eyebrow and snorted rudely. There behind her was the object of her thoughts.
"Just because you get off in public by abusing your subordinates under the guise of training doesn't mean you can label me the same, Lord Uchiha," Kagome said, making her voice honey-sweet and more than a little mocking.
When his dark coal-gray eyes narrowed as he looked down at her, Kagome purposefully let her body curl in on itself, making her appear timid and hurt by his look.
"Right, okay, you can be delusional all you want," Madara said, his voice a low rumble for her ears alone. "And I told you to call me Lord Madara since Madara is too hard for you. It is only fair since you have been so familiar with my brother in recent weeks.
Kagome lifted her eyes and looked at Madara through her fringe, giving a small shake of her head.
"If others could hear you right now, they'd think their Clan Head was jealous of his little brother," Kagome chirped happily. "And you are the head of this Clan; I cannot do something so arrogant as to call your name in any form. I am an outsider you allowed in. Of course, I am grateful for that since you could have attempted many ways to kill me. Though we both know they'd all be failures."
Again, Kagome saw the barely visible tightening at the corner of his eyes due to fighting to keep from twitching. His response was to turn and walk away with nothing else to say.
"You know, one would think you like my elder brother with how you needle him like a child, Kagome."
Turning slowly, Kagome looked up at Izuna before sticking her tongue out and walking away. She couldn't be the nerve he had saying such things to her. Kagome knew her heart, and she knew it didn't have any feelings towards Madara. Though the fact Izuna was now openly laughing at her reaction to his claim had Kagome feeling rather hot under the collar, though exactly why she couldn't say at that moment.
"So, what are you doing for the fall festival, Kagome?"
It was an innocuous question. Last year at this time, Kagome had still been walking on eggshells amongst the Clan members. After a year, she was practically a member without having any blood or being married into the Clan. Hell, almost everyone in the Clan knew of her Horiki and what she could do with it aside from healing now.
"I don't know what you mean? I figured I would be watching from the sidelines this time," Kagome answered softly. "Last year, I was kept in confinement, which was not unexpected since I was an unknown factor and definite threat."
Silence met her words, causing Kagome to tilt her head and look up at her companion. In the past few months after his confrontation and public claim of her looking like she was a sadist, they'd become closer? Kagome wasn't sure, but it seemed like he was taking time to be nicer? At least, that is how it appeared to her.
"True. But you have become a part of the Clan," Madara said. "Unofficially, of course. And that gives you the right to participate."
Kagome thought about this for a few long minutes. She felt a smile slowly pull the corners of her mouth upwards as the perfect idea entered her head. Letting her eyes meet Madara's, Kagome 'hmmed' softly as she turned and walked away. It pleased her greatly to see him look both content and confused at the same time. Yet when he called out to her, Kagome didn't stop; she had to talk to some people about instruments and what was needed.
It wasn't often that Kagome felt nervous like she was in this moment. But taking a deep breath, she let her eyes flutter shut as her head bobbed subtly for the music to start playing. Behind her, a large bonfire was crackling and popping rhythmically. When the first strums of the old-fashioned harp and soft beats of the palm drum echoed in her ears, Kagome let her body move. This was a dance that had no choreography. It was done solely on the sound of the music.
Slowly Kagome shifted her weight from her left foot to her right. Dipping slightly at the knee fluidly as images of the women in her life that influenced her. The gentle kindness of her mother, the grace of her late grandmother, the wisdom from Kaedea, to the strength and ferocity that she had loved and respected in Sango. Each breath was calm and deep. When Kagome raised her arms after a full spin in mid-air, she flicked her wrist, causing two fans to slide from inside her kimono sleeves to her hands. Upon landing softly, letting her body sway in time to the tempo of the palm drum picking up, Kagome opened them.
The soft chime of the brass rings in the thinly beaten iron hooks holding the fan stiff added a new level of harmony to the music. Still, as Kagome felt the blood begin to pump faster through her veins, her many years of living kept her disciplined not to become erratic and tire herself out. Soon, the beat slowed again, allowing the old-fashioned harp to be predominant as her mind focused clearly on Kaede. This dance, the show she was giving, was the telling of her first life.
With each fluid movement, Kagome felt her chest tighten at recollecting all that had happened after her fifteenth birthday. The heavy destiny that was laid at her feet. How she had done her best to be strong, remained true to herself, even with the hurt she constantly experienced at the hands of her first love. When it came time, Kagome let her eyes open to narrow slits as she let her movements become that of a survivor. Sango was now her driving thoughts as the images of the final battles with both Naraku and Magatsuhi passed vividly.
The fact that Kagome could see those watching were unmoving as if in a trance had her eyes burning. The beating of her heart was heavy and fast, the exertion on her body making her limbs start to feel numb, yet she refused to let those tears fall. There was no regret about her choice of actions that led her to her current lifestyle. Or that she had met so many people in the time since then. Silently she cursed the Gods as the movements began to wind down, her journey thus destiny now done. At this point, Kagome let her body slowly sink to the ground, so she was sitting seiza, keeping her face a blank mask, showing nothing but a serene calm as if she was at peace once more.
It took her a few seconds, but eventually, she realized that everyone was clapping loudly. It sounded thunderous in her ears as she caught her breath. Yet, as much as she wanted to look around, Kagome's gaze was being held by the dark, coal-grey of Madara. The look on his face was a mix of so many emotions and thoughts that she couldn't hone in on just one.
"Lady Kagome, here drink this."
The words spoken softly next to her had Kagome blinking as she noted Madara's gaze seemed stormy. Turning her head, she saw Izuna kneeling beside her, offering a small leather flask. The look in his eyes had her feeling flushed for a much different reason than the exhaustion she felt from the dance. There was no way she could pretend to be dense at the obvious admiration she saw in his young face. Letting a small smile dance across her lips, Kagome accepted the flask from Izuna.
Kagome groaned as she shifted her body, which was oddly sore. Letting out a hissing breath as she finally rolled over. She hadn't been expecting her face to press against something warm, soft, and hard all at the same time. Kagome swallowed reflectively as she let her eyes open to see tanned flesh before her. Slowly she let her eyes drift upwards, dreading what she knew she would see when they reached their destination.
"Morning."
The low rumbling bass had her body tensing and heating at the same time as her eyes finally met a pair of familiar dark, coal-grey eyes. She couldn't help the low groan that escaped her lips as those half-lidded eyes, partially hidden by shaggy black hair, stared back at her with unrestrained heat, which had the adverse effect of the heat already circulating through her body to spike even more. It was not uncomfortable as Kagome squirmed to put space between them, only to find herself trapped in thick, muscled arms.
"Really? Trying to run away after how demanding you were last night?"
The teasing tone to the voice had Kagome blushing hard. Letting a growl rumble in her throat, she glared back at none other than Madara Uchiha. Her mind was already supplying images of what happened to put her in his arms and futon. And to make it the worst-case scenario, Kagome realized she had initiated it. Drinking was not her friend, nope, not at all.
The image of her grabbing him by the collar of his yukata he wore for the festival and yanking him down her level before slamming her lips clumsily against his. Then he pulled away and denied her, incensing her further because an unidentified number of sake flasks heavily buzzed her. Yeah, Kagome had yanked him down again, openly insulting him before his Clan. Telling him she thought he was a man, not a child, to play fucking games with her mind, heart, and emotions.
"Oh, fuck me!" Kagome muttered as she closed her eyes and shifted her head, so the top was pressed against his chest.
"I believe we did that several times last night. And you were very aggressive and forced me to let you top."
His words had Kagome whimpering loudly as she let her body curl (as best it could in the current position) into a ball.
"You are so shy now. I think I like this side of you as well. So, don't show this to anyone else, my dearest wife."
Kagome felt as if the air in her throat and lungs turned cold and ceased functioning. Her mind was having a hard time rationalizing him calling her his wife. How was that even possible? All she did was dance to show her talent last night at the festival. So, how did her ending up (thanks to being drunk) in his bed translate to being his wife?
Lifting her head and allowing her eyes to open, she glared at Madara, silently asking what he meant. His gaze became dark and stormy as he got what she was asking before he gave a hollow laugh.
"You didn't know? That festival is an old tradition to create couples. And the women perform to prove their potential as a good spouse, Kagome," He finally said, his voice gentle and sharp at the same time. "And your dance garnered a lot of attention from men and women alike. The way you moved, showing gentleness, wisdom, grace, beauty, and a warrior's strength, was astounding. Though, I guess it was your life story, no?"
As she listened, Kagome felt heat once more rush to her face. But she nodded her head to him as her mind supplied the catcalls from the men and younger boys of age at how lucky Madara was to be chosen by her. She had joined in, not knowing the truth behind the festival. Thus Kagome had only herself to blame. Not that she didn't like Madara. After Izuna had made his off-hand comment, it had been months ago that she had realized as she walked away.
"This is till death do us part, Kagome."
The serious tone in Madara's voice told her exactly how he felt. It had behooved her that he had stayed single for so long. In the year she had been in the Uchiha Clan, she had witnessed many women throwing themselves at him, only to be rejected promptly. Kagome knew that he wasn't asexual or even into men. So, she had assumed he either had a person he had once loved that was killed in this feudal-like era or hadn't found the right woman.
"To me, you are perfect, Kagome Higurashi. Even with that itinerant personality of yours that makes me think of a cat."
Kagome stiffened at his words because the amount of affection that was laced into each word was genuine. She could feel his aura as it wrapped around her body as if to protect her, let her know his heart was true. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to say anything. Kagome instinctively knew that if she opened her mouth, she'd hurt him. This man, while a certified asshole, had a heart that loved his family and Clan. He was diligent in protecting those he was in charge of.
"I think you are overthinking things, Kagome."
Frowning openly, Kagome didn't move when he lowered his head. When he briefly paused before he closed the rest of the distance and claimed her lips, Kagome finally let her body relax and melt against his. Without hesitation, she opened her mouth, flicking her tongue against his lips, seeking entrance. When his body shook with a silent, repressed laugh as he gave her what she wanted, Kagome hummed.
This was her home and life now; why not enjoy it for what it was. Pressing her hips against his, Kagome threw her leg over his, wiggling and grinding against Madara. The immediate response she got had her breaking the kiss and openly laughing as she found her body being rolled, so it was under his. The heated look she got as his eyes turned red with the Sharingan had Kagome licking her lips as she slid her hands up his chest to tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck. She could do nothing now because Kagome respected each world she isekai'd into's laws and traditions.
A soft sigh escaped her lips as she was cradled in Madara's arms. It had been a long two years since her impromptu marriage to the man. And she had done her damndest to lessen the weight of the curse inflicted on the Uchiha line. All while helping to manage the Clan, and a few skirmishes with that weird black thing that seemed to radiate the dark power of a god or goddess. But her pride kept her from actually kneeling and praying for an answer or so. It seemed to help since all noted that Madara and Izuna were not as crazed about proving themselves better than the Senju.
Then again, the whole reason she was being cradled like a princess in her husband's arms was due to the Senju. He had spouted last night after tiring her out (not that she wasn't already from the day's work) that the head of the Senju clan wanted to meet her. Kagome had been too tired to do the usual Q&A to him. But the way his aura had danced as her eyes slowly closed told her that he had been bragging to Hashirama once more. It was laughable that they were technically enemies and fought to prove who was better, yet they seemed rather good friends. It gave her hope.
In the past two years, she had found a few more of the Uchiha who had more Reiki than was needed and couldn't mix it properly with the physical Ki to create a decent amount of Chakra. So instead of letting the Clan go down the dark path, she convinced the Elders (along with her husband and brother-in-law) to let her train them to be like her. Kagome knew she was respected since she could put up barriers that were almost (not completely) indestructible (she wasn't a fucking overpowered demi-god or God). So, the Clan had begun to flourish in a different manner that took them away from the path of the elite purist.
As she thought on it further, snuggling down into Madara's arms, soaking up the warmth of his body since it was still mid-spring and chilly. Kagome realized that they'd evolved by introducing the Buddhist and Shinto ways of Reiki into the Clan. The Fuda and Sutra had given them a wide array to protect and attack those who couldn't be 'proper' Ninja. It also gave rise to the Seal and Talismen that she had seen in her first few times in this universe. Thus an edge was given that hadn't been there, messing with the flow of History again. Not that Kagome minded because she had made each of the Ninja swear (while Madara and Izuna watched) that they'd not use them in war unless it were life or death. And only against the Shogunate asshats that seemed to take pleasure in hiring the various Clans and pit them against each other.
She had preached to high heaven and back again about respecting their fellow Ninja's lives, even if they were from another Clan. It had not been well received at first. Kagome had physically fought on that ground, which was how they found out she was pregnant for the second time. Yeah, that was something she hadn't wanted to recall; Madara had gone overprotective and beat the poor bastards down further. But now, Kagome was secure because each Ninja wore a fuda whose sutra would be activated if a direct attack that could kill happened. It would alert her, and the bit of spiritual Horiki she had used would create an immediate shield around that particular Clan member.
Kagome frowned as Madara landed silently on the soft grassy bank of the river. Her gaze shifted from his chest to look at the other person who arrived at the same time. Kagome shivered at the size and power in the aura of that person, Hashirama Senju. His dark eyes looked at her, with his eyebrows raised on his head as the small woman appeared beside him. Kagome instantly knew who she was because of her History, Mito Uzumaki, his wife.
"Kagome?"
Blinking and feeling slightly embarrassed, Kagome let her arms drop from Madara's neck as he set her carefully on the ground. She gave an overdramatic roll of her eyes when his arm wrapped around her and pulled her back to his chest protectively. The matching, knowing smiles on Hashirama's and Mito's faces let her know they understood his reaction. Letting a warm smile curl her lips, Kagome wrapped her arms over her protruding belly. She was once more six months pregnant.
"Madara, introductions, please!" she hissed, bouncing her head off his chest. Causing the other two to chuckle softly.
"Woman!"
His loud reaction had Kagome, as well as Hashirama and Mito laughing loudly. But to soothe his now bruised ego, Kagome let her hands go back and hugged him lightly, purposefully groping his ass. Enjoying how his body stiffened as it reacted 'appropriately' to the stimuli.
"You..." Madara grumbled petulantly as she felt his body shift tellingly against her lower back. "Hashirama, this is my wife of three years, Kagome Higurashi-Uchiha. Kagome, wife, this is the head of the Senju Clan, Hashirama Senju, and his wife."
When Madara trailed off, Kagome relaxed her swollen body against him, enjoying the comfort his embrace (Now more relaxed) gave. Her gaze was direct as she met Hashirama's head-on, unflinching, and waited.
"Lady Kagome, it is a pleasure to meet the person who has tamed Madara," Hashirama said, his lips twitching as he tried to keep from smiling. "This is my wife-to-be, Mito Uzumaki. And I am surprised that Madara conceded in bringing you if you are pregnant and so far along."
Giving a small nod of her head, Kagome just looked on passively. She didn't feel upset at all; she did need to be out of the house and away from the Clan.
"This isn't her first pregnancy. It's the third Hashirama, and our fourth child."
The moment Madara finished speaking, Kagome didn't bother to hide her amusement as she laughed loudly. Hashirama's face had gone slack, eyes practically bugging out of his face in shock. At the same time, Mito looked amused at her fiance's reaction.
"Besides, he told me about this little rendezvous as I was falling asleep so that I couldn't get out of it," Kagome said, tilting her head to the side to glance up at Madara.
"And even if I wanted to keep her in the house right now, it'd be easier just to let some stranger walk up to me and allow them to stab me. Kagome is beyond stubborn when she is determined."
Kagome opened her mouth to snap at him playfully for his light jab. The tingle of her Horiki as it flared around both hers and Madara's bodies had her snapping it shut with a click. Tightening her arms around her stomach, she frowned and narrowed her eyes as that nagging feeling that something was off hit her again. Hating that, her mind chose that moment to recall that today was a fateful meeting between Hashirama and Madara, meaning that Izuna was now in potential trouble.
"Kagome, who?"
"Izuna, Madara. He went to the river to train," she said in a low voice, her eyes narrowing as she looked at Hashirama. "I need to get there soon; this amount of my Horiki means it is life-threatening."
Kagome spun her body and wrapped her arms around Madara's neck as he lifted her with ease. The coldness his eyes and aura radiated was very telling. That was his little brother, and both of them were aware that a particular Senju was out to get him. Without a word to the startled couple, Kagome closed her eyes to keep the blurring scenery from making her vomit. Her hand was shifting to point in the direction she could still feel her Horiki shield in.
The scene where they arrived too, along with Hashirama and Mito, was not pretty. Tobirama was staring down at Izuna, who was not moving as blood spread across his white undershirt. The fact that Tobirama's sword was pressing hard against her Horiki shield let her know he was trying to break it. Giving a disdainful sniff, Kagome waited until Madara set her on the ground.
Once free, she moved with more speed than her current state should allow and closed the distance between her and Tobirama and Izuna. Not hesitating as both took notice of her, Kagome used her momentum and kicked the back of the silver-haired ass's knee. The gasp of shock from him as her hand (now coated with Horiki) grasped his sword and yanked it from his hands easily. Glaring at him now that she was eye level (more or less), Kagome spat on the ground before him. At the same time, hearing Madara speaking behind them.
"Don't. My wife is a warrior in her own right. And your brother hurt her own, so let him deal with her wrath. It will be a good show as she saves my brother."
Smirking darkly, Kagome turned her gaze to Izuna and placed her hand on the barrier collapsing it. The second it was gone, she moved to stand by her brother-in-law and put the shield up. Without hesitation, Kagome grasped Izuna's undershirt and tore it open, and began to poke at the sword gash. The Chakra she felt had her cursing softly under her breath to help keep her temper in check.
"This is going to hurt, Izuna," she mumbled as she pulled out a few talismans and placed them over Izuna's heart. "Please, brother, bear with it."
The slow nod she got as she began to chant to activate the seal and sutra's on them, Kagome also started to channel her Horiki into the wound. Realizing that what she was dealing with was not normal ninjutsu. She had seen this a few times. Once with Kakashi. It was the Space and Time jutsu, and it was on the wound. Meaning Tobirama had applied it to the damn sword, the fucking limp-dick mutt.
Using great care, Kagome undid the jutsu and then closed the wound. Ignoring the disbelieving muttering from the man behind her at healing it. All while grinning as the writing on the Talismans began to glow red. Feeling exhausted as her stomach began to ache a little, Kagome ripped the strips from Izuna, dropping the barrier; Kagome stood up, spinning to look at Tobirama. Who had the dumbest look on his face? She would have laughed if it were another situation, but this man crossed a line with his petty prejudices.
"Karma is a thing. She is a real bitch and a good friend of mine," Kagome growled as she stomped the few short steps to Tobirama and slapped the talismans to his face and neck. "I hope you enjoy what you put Izuna through. Applying a space and time jutsu to a weapon is inflicting a slow and painful death to another, you barbaric moron."
Turning, she looked at Madara, who was making his way towards her. The fact that her vision blurred as screams of pain were ripped from the silver-haired jerk by her, Kagome smiled darkly. Just as blackness descended upon her, Kagome saw the shocked look on Mito's face as she heard the word, priestess, escape her lips while a conflicted look of anger and horror was on Hashirama's. What mattered was that she changed History by saving Izuna's life.
Kagome leaned back in the chair, holding the newest member of her family. In the three and half months since the incident, a lot had changed. She had a follower in Tobirama, who she openly ignored, not that the man cared. Kagome had told Madara that Tobirama was a masochist, and that was why he hovered. While around her, Kagome watched the Uchiha Clan building the new village district, Konoha, that would be theirs.
Letting her gaze drop to the small blue wrapped bundle in her arms. Kagome couldn't help it; she had coerced Madara to let her name their second son. She gave him the name of the first person she had fallen in love with in this world. A person who had yet to be born, but now she knew that they'd have a good life (if they were born again). She was unsure since she messed with the Natural History of the world so much already. But it was all worth it, including her difficult but loving husband. The rest of her life would be lived as it should, and she would pass on knowing that she hopefully made better changes to the timeline.
THE END!
