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WritingWoman: I do not own Inuyasha. I do own Sky, Mara Rose, Rayanne, and possibly other people's souls. A few things before we begin: Two chapters occur before Inuyasha's gang appears. But when they do show up, the story revolves around them, and it really picks up and becomes quite funny, in my humble opinion, and those of my friends who read it before I got it onto here. Two, Sesshomaru has both arms. It makes it more fun to write this. And that means… I own one of Sesshomaru's arms!
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She stepped out of the Outcraft, and took a deep breath of the carefully monitored oxygen supply. 'Finally!' The Outcraft had been overflowing with people, most of them not even stopping here. Easily avoiding the craters and jagged rocks, she made her way to the back of the Craft, then waited for her formal instructions and the directions to the site. While she waited, her gaze wandered around this dried up, dusty Old World.
Her name was Anata Sky Pyre, and she was seventeen years old. To her friends and family, she was known as Sky. It was fitting, because her moods could change as suddenly as the weather off a Station, and she was made up of a multitude of colors. Her skin was a golden tan, from spending too much time outside on planets. If her mother had had her way, Sky would be spending all her time inside teaching, back at the Station. She had inherited her hair from her rigid, overprotective mother, while her eyes had come from her never-around, freedom-loving father. Her hair was black in the sunlight, bluish-black in the firelight, a deep, deep red if she was outside when a sun was setting, and appeared to be black threaded with gold if a moon shone down on her. Sky's eyes were silver, with jagged streaks of black lightening radiating from the pupil to the edges of the iris.
While her coloring may be unusual to anyone from our time, she was just another Mix in hers. Any looks she might have garnered would have been for her very behind-in-fashion hairstyle, that her mother would faint to see. Her multicolored hair was pulled tight on the top of her head, then rolled into little spirals near the nape of the neck. It may have been out of fashion at the moment, but since this planet had turned into a dust ball, it had become very hot, and with her long hair rolled up neatly at the back of her head, she was just a little bit color then the rest of the people here.
The time would be the year (for us) 5329, known to them as L.E. 3299.
And the dusty, dried up planet?
Well, we called it Earth.
But in the year 2030, everything on Earth began to fall apart. The ten countries, who had lived in a general peace since WWIII, suddenly turned on one another. Well, all of them except for Acire, a country formerly known as the United States of America. After the dust of WWIII had settled, America had come out fairly well, with much more land then before. It was proposed, by an up and coming senator, that a new name was needed, and the name suggested and finally agreed upon was Acire. A few more years passed, and that up and coming senator was elected President in a landslide victory. It was during her first term as President that the world's order became chaos, and it was her idea that they leave.
Thanks to key spies all around the world, the build up of tension had been noted, and planned for. Space travel was the answer. When the final straw came, the Acirians were ready, and they invited anyone else to come with them to the stars. Most in the other countries refused; they didn't trust the new technology. But some did go, to the Station far from Earth. They were the only ones that lived. The end of the war was seen by no living eyes, for they all had blown one another up, or killed off the enemies with deadly diseases.
Three thousand, two hundred, ninety-nine years later, the Earth was deemed clean of any and all residual diseases or radiation, a new ozone was installed, and the planet was filled with live-giving oxygen. Many were assigned the task of bringing the Home World back to life. That wasn't what Sky was there for.
She was there to dig up the past.
Along with hundreds of other humans, she was to be stationed somewhere on Earth, and sift through the dirt of ages and warfare, looking for the remnants of the primitive society in the area, to see if anything had survived the multiple bombs.
A light went on above her head, pulling her out of her study of her new home, where she was to live for the next five years. Sky saw her familiar blue pouch floating down to her, with a small cranchite attached to the drawstring. Snatching it up, she turned the screen of the cranchite on, and read her assignment.
'Anata Sky Pyre: Hyincean-Dransorthe Mix
Species: Human
Job: Old Worlds Archeologist
Hair Color: Black, Dark Red, Dark Blue, Gold Highlights
Eye Color: Silver, Black Streaks
Height: Five Feet, Nine Inches
Weight: 110 lbs.
Age: 17 Station Years
Birth Date: 3/3/3282
Assignment: Research Old World Japan, find any traces remaining of Old World, dating to or before Ending War. If find anything of organic substance, report immediately to botanists in your area. You will be working on Area Five, with crew #9. Take Shuttle 27 to destination, Stop Four. Small Research Center set up off site, to reach take Shuttle 2 to the end of its line. There is a room waiting for you at the Research Center, Level 2, Room 13. Shuttles stop at Ten(Earth Hours) and start at Five. Breakfast is served at Four-Thirty, and dinner at Nine. Lunch is served in cafeteria on site, at Twelve-Thirty. For any questions, locate information desk on site or at Research Center.
End Transmission'
'Great.' Sky hated shuttles. No matter how fancy they might become, being in one was like being smushed under a full-grown Cleoton. There were always too many people on them. Well, this world is so sparsely populated, that maybe it was different here.
She pulled out an archaic pencil and a pad of paper from her pouch, and began to write down the instructions on the cranchite. She didn't trust it; no, she didn't trust herself not to get clumsy and delete all the data on there. With her sometimes scattered mind, the directions would probably be necessary until the fifth year, and she couldn't afford to lose them. How much help would an information desk be if she couldn't remember how to get there? She sighed. Facts and things of that nature she could remember, but when it came to her own life, she was lucky to remember to breathe. How many dates had she missed just this last year because of that? She didn't know. She couldn't remember.
Opening her pouch again, she put away the pad of paper and the pencil, then thought of a stick of mint candy. Reaching her whole arm into the tiny bag, Sky felt her finger tips brush the surface of it. The picture of the mint candy stick solidified in her mind (along with a vision of her eating it) and the sweet zoomed into her hand. Smiling, she pulled her arm out and walked over to a shuttle with a big 27 on it, happily munching on the minty goodness.
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'Help!' Sky thought but could not say, as even more people squeezed onto her shuttle, slowly suffocating her from the pressure and the smell. 'Why don't people on the planet's take a bath! At least once every month would help!' Of course, they did bathe more then that, but it sure doesn't seem like it when they're packed close all around you in a place with no windows, and the door far from sight. Her hopes that the shuttle wouldn't be packed were shattered the moment they slowed to a halt at Stop 2. Shoving the man next to her a little farther away, she tried to take an honest breath, but started choking as all the smells rushed into her lungs. The man she had just shoved away looked at her like she was carrying some deadly virus, and turned his head away to make sure he wouldn't catch it. For that, she coughed directly at him. He smelled bad, too.
Finally her Stop flashed on the screen that somehow shone through the crush of people, and she shoved her way to the exit, stepping on toes and elbowing stomachs. Stepping out of the shuttle, she took a deep breath of people-free air. She was not looking forward to getting back onto another shuttle to go to her new home, but it appeared that she had no time to linger. Shuttle 2 was leaving right now. Running, she reached it just before the doors closed, but she didn't get all the way in. The closing doors caught the back of her shirt, and still running, the shirt jerked her back into the door, knocking the wind out of her. 'Thank the stars that my shirt is made out of Orchilum!' (Orchilum: a fabric of my own invention, that will not rip or tear unless under extreme pressure.) But the shirt had been caught in the doors when she had been standing, so as she waited there, trying to get some air into her lungs, she had been swinging by her shirt. Scrambling, she got her feet underneath her, and had to stand right next to the door, where large amounts of dust came in through the cracks, until the next Stop. At the Stop, she was almost swept out of the shuttle by the masses of people getting out, and then pushed farther in by the people entering the shuttle. 'Well, at least I'm away from the door.'
It was starting to darken when she finally reached the end of the line, and there were many fewer people then there was in the beginning. As she stepped out, she looked at the people she would be working within some way or another for the next several years. They didn't look very friendly. 'But that could be because of the shuttles!' Sky thought optimistically. Turning from them, she walked into the big building.
The inside was brightly lit, and smelled nothing like the shuttles. The air was filled with the smell of sterilizing cleaners, which was only slightly better. Sky supposed that after a few days she wouldn't notice it, as she became used to it, but right now it was glaringly obvious. She made her way to the stairs, and went in search of her room. It was close to the entrance to the second Level, and Sky thankfully plopped down on the bed, throwing her bag over into the corner. Putting an arm over her eyes, she sighed.
This was going to be a long, shuttle-filled five years.
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WritingWoman: So, how do you like it so far? I know it's going pretty slow, but you needed to hear about the end of the world first. I hope it gets better. This is only my second fan-fic by myself (besides the poem) and I'm really anxious to know what you think.