The cicadas sing a beautiful song as spring turns to summer. Sakura petals stop painting the streets baby pink little by little and watermelon is the next great investment in any household. The few teens that bought her working charms bring more people in, fantastical stories of protection or realization that happened soon after they bought it giving good credibility to their falling shrine.
"I told you so" is Kagome's preferred way of greeting Higurashi-san for the next few months, as the shrine finally gains life.
Kagome hair grows a little, bringing forth the blinding blonde color she despises. She uses a scarf around her head and ties it with a pretty bow. Their new, frequent, costumers comment on it and she laughs it off saying it's just the next fashion trend. Higurashi watches silently.
"Go to a hair salon," Kagome blinks at his form. The man is laying on the ground, spread over it with his face digging into the floor while she struggles with their clean laundry. He wears his kimono like a robe, white loose t-shirt that is turning yellow and some loose shorts that could be underwear. Kagome isn't sure.
"I can't just leave," she gestures towards outside. "We just bought the stuff to fix the—"
"AUGH!" He slams his palms on the ground and Kagome cringes at the drool spot on the floor when he looks up at her. "You hair looks like shit, girl."
"You look like shit."
"Oi, watch your language," To which she only raises an eyebrow in response as he ignores her pointed look. He sits on the floor, using his arms to support himself up. "Look, I give you a…one hour break."
"Five."
"Two, and it's decided." He crosses his arms, lifting his chin in defiance. Kagome gives him five seconds to squirm beneath her stare in silence before she speaks up.
"Four."
"GAH! Kid!" He throws his arms up and Kagome holds back her giggle. "Three and no more."
"I'm glad to make business with you!" She beams and immediately lets the basket full of dry and clean clothing fall on top of his lap. "Be back in a few hours!"
"THREE!"
"And a half!"
"KAGOME—"
•••
"Oh, Higurashi-chan looks so pretty!" Tai, a prepubescent girl that became one of the blessed regulars after buying a lucky charm, comments. Her soul flutters prettily, invisible to everyone but Kagome. It's mixed with faint tendrils of her own energy because of the charm that hangs from her mobile. The key was to keep it next to oneself at all times, and everyone kept their phones the closest, Kagome learnt soon enough. "You're so brave! Cutting such beautiful long hair…" And she sighs wistfully, twirling one long strand of her own hair.
Kagome smiles softly at the younger girl, giving the correct change to the elderly couple she was attending before answering. "I felt like I needed the change," she looks at the girl, feeling the tips of her now short hair brushing softly against her neck. It's something she'll have to get used to again. "Besides, it's easier to maintain."
"Yeah, you paint your hair, right?"
Kagome turns to look at her so fast her neck hurts.
Tai giggles, leaning on the counter. "Don't look so scared! It's quite normal, these days, you know?" She pointed at her. "And your roots are too light, and then there's your eyelashes and your eyebrows." Kagome feels like her ever-present headache is multiplying tenfold. I went to the salon two weeks ago!
It's risky, but Tai was quite young and perhaps wouldn't recognize the numerous searching ads and signs for the hafu girl Kagome, as she was called by media. "Do you have any tips on how to maintain this?"
"Maybe some make-up. Eyebrow pencil or those balms, I dunno. I saw it on Instagram, Anasta something are the best!" Kagome doesn't have an Instagram account. She doesn't have even a phone that could support 'apps'. "Maybe some quick hair paint? One YouTuber I like uses ones that come from a little pot and she paints her own hair with all colors at home! You could have orange and pink hair!" Kagome tries to smile through the cringe. "Your eyelashes are easy enough to solve with some mascara, though. Here, let me," she searches through schoolbag and offers her the product. "Though, maybe you should buy one for yourself because, hygiene, you know?"
Kagome takes a look at the product, memorizing it and handing it back to her with a soft smile.
"Thank you, Tai-chan."
"No problem, Higurashi-chan!" Her enthusiasm is endearing. "Now," Tai leans closer and Kagome indulges her with a little giggle. "I really need your best en-musubi omamori."
"Oh! Seeking love? So young?" The younger girl's blush is amusing and Kagome wonders if she and her friends looked like that. If, maybe, that is what she looked like to her Mama.
•••
No matter how many times he boards up the well-house, Kagome keeps tearing it open. It comes to a point that she doesn't even get hurt anymore. She channels her energy through her arms the same way she does to an arrow. It enhances her every action, puts power on every pull and push.
Higurashi comes to get her out every single time she collapses down the well's shadows.
•••
As the months pass, Kagome jumps less and less.
•••
"Summer is shit and festivals are shit, but one could help the shrine now."
"Higurashi-san, we can't afford a festival but our charms are the absolute best in town now. Business is good," she sits beside him, puts a hand on his shoulder and leans close to read the diverse bills that he's furiously glaring at. "Maybe next year we can actually afford a festival."
It lasts less than a second, but Kagome sees the way his frown intensifies at her words before his face smooths out into that lazy, dead fish-like face she's used to. "The AC is going to bankrupt me."
"It won't."
"It will," he turns at her, looking like a dead fish. "'Cause there's no way in hell that I won't use it every fucking day."
"Higurashi-san!" She slaps the side of his head. "We have to save up money."
He doesn't answer, just turns away from her and broods over the bills.
Kagome purses her lips but decides to ignore him and heads into the kitchen. There's dinner to prepare and Higurashi is better kept at a distance from the stove.
•••
Kagome blinks numbly at the strangely excited man as he stands before her, dressed in a pink dress costume that has her eyes itching. "Yoshi," and she can already feel herself twitching. "We will win the Tub Race this year."
She blinks, slowly and unsure if she heard him right.
"What."
"There's a race called Matsukawa Washtub Race on the Matsukawa river and we need to hurry and win it." Higurashi brandishes green thing onesie. "So hurry and dress up. We gotta catch the train."
"Wearing those…things?"
"Too chicken for it?"
Before he even finishes speaking, she grabs the thing from his hold. It has a weird dinosaur-cartoon-ish head for a hood. She marches to the bathroom, puts it on and looks in the mirror.
It's absolutely horrible and she falls into a fit of giggles that takes her five minutes to stop and has Higurashi banging on the door for her to hurry up.
•••
They get a train to Ito Station and take a ten minutes walk to get to the place, and the closer they get, the less weird looks they receive. People are joyful. Families laughing freely and groups of friends running around or taking pictures with people dressed as weirdly as them. Kagome receives various "yoshi!" calls, and women giggle insanely when seeing Higurashi-san. He fools around with some guys, greets some others.
The sun shines brightly over them and she's sweating profusely under the onesie. No one recognizes her as the hafu runaway girl though, so she takes this moment of freedom to observe. One poke to her should catches her attention and she turns to meet a group of girls and boys, maybe of her age. She's taller than them, taller than most people around here, so she needs to look down at them.
"Could we take a picture with you?" Anxious, Kagome brings the dino-head hood lower on her head, nodding and posing while hiding her face. They bow in thanks and Kagome is quick to bow back before jogging to Higurashi's side. He's waiting patiently beside the drums and when she arrives at his side they watch for a few moments before he grabs her arms and guides her to a line.
"Is taking photos with them wise?"
"I covered my face," she pulls on the hood dino green monstrosity. "With this."
"Hm…"
They sign up for the team race. Kagome goes to ask to be placed in the same team as him, but he beats her to it. "Could you, ah, place my dau—eh, her in another team other than mine?"
Spluttering, Kagome grabs his arms and shakes her head, wide-eyed and slightly scared. She looks at the attendant and shakes her head. Of course, the attendant ignores her.
"Ara, a competitive family? Don't need to be scared, miss. People here just want to have some fun! Everything is safe and everyone is very polite and follows the rules." She points Higurashi to one group and he shakes off her hold on him without ever looking back at her. Kagome is shown another group of people, and they greet her with enthusiastic smiles.
For a moment, she hesitates. She's been so safe at the shrine. There were always the customers, but they weren't looking. There were the hair saloon people, but she had been quiet and called as little attention as she could. Now, now it's…it's frightening. She doesn't want to leave her fa—
Kagome smiles, hiding the cringe from the very thought of giving the man such a title, and greets them.
•••
It's the most fucking fun she ever had in all these months.
•••
"Thank you," she says quietly, in the little hole-in-the-wall restaurant when he orders some oden for them.
"For the out of season food?" is his cheeky come back. There's a healthy glow to his cheeks, warm and red from spending the day under the summer sun. There's life in him that she hasn't seen before. His shoulders aren't slouched and there's no slur to his words.
His hair is messy, but not lacking any kind of care like when they first met. Just a normal kind of messy after a long day of playing silly games outsides. His dress is absolutely dirty, damp, and full of holes because he stretched it too much. His smile hasn't left his face since the moment they touched the water with their respective tarai. It had been more difficult than expected, to ride a tub in the river, but their cheerful mood had been unbothered by the challenge.
Even if they had spent the day going race after race, and he had to introduce her as his daughter a thousand times over, something he absolutely hated to do; the smile remained there. They were surrounded by new friends he would probably only see again next year, and Kagome is unsure if she'd meet them anytime again.
But…
They'll come next year. And there's another festival next month, right?
Kagome doesn't tell why she is truly thanking him for — thank you for getting me out of that well, for taking me in, for giving me a chance despite not believing me, for saving me from my own nightmare in your own way, for protecting me — with a single smile that speaks more than anything else she could say.
"For the oden. It's my favorite."
"Eh, really? I like oden too. We should get it more often."
"It's too hot though."
He stops eating and looks at her, blinking before putting his chopsticks down. One callused hand falls on top of her head and pats it with care. "We should just enjoy what we can now," and he sounds oddly melancholic. Their eyes meet, and Kagome feels like something heavy lays on his soul even as he smiles so lovingly. "A frog in a well does not know the great sea and a journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step."
"KANPAI!" Kagome flinches when the person sitting in front of them shouts and then their group laughs. It's enough to distract her from his weird proverb, and she laughs loudly with their new friends.
•••
"What do you think?"
"What's wrong with your face?" Kagome throws a pillow at his stupid face.
"Stop being mean. I'm trying to learn how to do my eyebrows," she sighs, turning around and walking back to the bathroom.
"Well, you definitively need more practice. Keep trying."
"Thank you, Higurashi-san," she hopes he can hear the sarcasm in her words. Still, she grabs a makeup wipe and erases her work. "You're ever so kind," and she tries again.
•••
"Your daughter is such a blessing, my dear."
"Ah, eh, thanks, I guess," Higurashi shuffles anxiously on his feet as an older woman, an old friend of his mother, pats his cheek. "She's, ah, she knows her stuff."
Knows her stuff is one way of saying that her working charms may have saved them from going bankrupt. Kagome hides her amusement behind a cough, but not so well because Higurashi glares back at her as the old woman pinches his cheek.
"Why, I never knew Old Higurashi had a granddaughter, and so big already. Did he ever meet her? He must! Who else could've taught her so well?"
And her heart cracks just a bit more.
I taught myself.
"Ah, she lived with her mom in, eh—Russia?"
"Oh, such a delight! A hafu girl? Just like the ones on TV! But your Kagome is obviously so much more honorable. And pretty! So tall and thin, darling. You could be a model. Ne, Higurashi, help your daughter become famous, ne?"
"Oi, old woman, she's a shrine maiden."
"Well, she could do better."
I had to.
•••
Higurashi is awfully prodding, afterward. "What's wrong?"
Should she answer him? Kagome looks at him and sees wide eyes that once belonged on her own face. It's one thing she shared with her father then and she wishes she shared it now. They're earnest, more than months prior when they barely met and trust was nonexistent. It's August now. That was March.
"I miss them," her voice is soft. 'Them' is not who he may think they are, but it's something that storms her heart. Her grandpa, her mama, and Souta are in every shadow of this shrine, their destinies tied closely to a place that lacked their presences. In the distance, she hears those sounds that never really left, voices speaking over each other, mama going about in the kitchen, Souta playing games in that tiny bulky TV they had, grandpa's back as he sat by the engawa watching over the shrine. The sound of her home. Between what her own mind deceives her with, the visions remain just as loudly, making it all the more bitter as a reminder of what she doesn't know that brought her here, away from them.
"…then why?"
"Because I don't belong."
He wheezes out a laugh that has no amusement. His eyes are dark, dry and bitter. "I thought that too, when I ran," he shakes his head, putting his arms on the table and leaning forward. "I hated this place. I hated my father and everything he wanted me to be. I didn't want this, you know?"
I do is on the tip of her tongue. Because. Because he has no real attachment here. He doesn't take care of his heirloom, takes no love from the labor and the lore and the culture and the gods. He pays no homage to any of the traditions Kagome knows with the back of her hand.
"So I ran, lived on the streets, traveled the whole fucking country, had great cash. I was at the top of the world and I was alone. And—and then…"
"Then you came back."
He stops. Stares out at her without really seeing her. Looks at the ceiling. Kagome pretends to not notice the tears that fall down his cheeks.
"Then, I—I came back."
("I ran, and I only came back when my family was dead.")
"I just—" his breath hitches and she has to bit her lip to stop herself from…from something. Anything to help him and take the pain away. "I missed them. So. Fucking. Much." Higurashi cries, and it's weird and wrong and so painful to watch. Kagome wants to get up and get out, but that's not what he needs. That's not what he deserves. "And—And I was going to come back. I was— I was!" He puts his hands over his eyes, like that would keep the pain in with the tears. "And I told myself that every week that passed. Every month and year but I fucking didn't and now," he presses his palms to his face, hiding his face — his eyes, his soul — from her.
I want you to heal, Kagome thinks. I wish you to heal.
Nothing happens despite her desperate wish. Higurashi still looks defeated and alone. Isolated, sitting in front of her with a bowl of rice and red beans in front of him, wearing his worn kimono-like robe, hair a careless mess like the house he lived in.
"Now, here I am," he murmurs so lowly she almost doesn't hear. Kagome shakes her head at the self-hatred she knows lurks in his heart and mind. "Destroying their most precious home, the one they left behind to the son who abandoned them," he pulls the bowl away from him, pulling himself up while cleaning his nose. "And I keep telling myself that's ok because I still don't belong." Kagome extends her hand towards him, but it falls to her side as he moves away.
•••
The well is not that deep into the earth. It's a shallow thing that is easy enough to get out. She had done it plenty of times with InuYasha and many of her friends. They offered a hand and she never hesitated to hold it. It does not feel like it, now.
Kagome feels like she couldn't be deeper into the earth. There are bones laid on the ground at the end of it. They dig into her legs and backside, and the earth that makes up the well's walls smell of old dirt.
It doesn't take her back home, and its embrace is both comforting and soul-eating. There's no exact word that can describe how absolutely…There's no way to describe the way her heart simply ceases to exist the moment she falls down and looks up see the well-house's roof. There's no way to properly describe how much she hurts for herself, for her family, for Higurashi. How she thinks that…that, maybe, fate is kinder to the version of him that is her father in truth. How death, to him, had been sweeter because of the memories and life he left behind.
Kagome cries to him, for him, with him. For hours, she sits there, in the well that is the only way she knows of that could possibly take her back, and she cries.
There's no going back, her mind tells her. There's no way of fixing whatever has happened to her. The visions come and go, as they do now; showing a bald woman, serene as she looks right at Kagome. Green mist distorts reality, distorts time. A second passes that become eons as they stare into each other's eyes. The vision changes and she sees the two men that are always with the scepter, prodding and studying it.
These things hold my destiny. Would she take this path? Would she leave behind more of who she loved for answers and adventures? Would she leave this shrine behind once more? Would she dare to leave Higurashi, who is more dear to her than the faint memories of her real father?
"You stupid fucking predictable girl," his voices comes from above and Kagome scrunches her eyes closed—what is he doing here.
"Why did you come," she asks, aching for answers. Ones that are within her reach. Ones that he can give. "Why do you care."
He takes his time, mimicking a heavy silence between them that hadn't be present for months. "Because I see me in you," and she knows that. He said that.
( "I thought you looked a lot like myself, when I was your age.")
"And I see you in myself."
You are not alone.
She shakes her head, laughing despite the pain. You don't know, you won't ever know. "You can't mean that," because he's a normal human, with a normal soul. He doesn't know.
I am your daughter.
"But I do," and he offers her a helping hand. "I really do."
You are my father.
She sobs, grabbing his hand as pulls her out of the shadows.
And I love you.
•••
"Did we really need to spend that much on a kimono, Higurashi-san?" Kagome pulls at the modest, but fine texture of the kimono they agreed on. The Anjon Festival's last and most expected day has arrived, and they had to scramble to find clothes that they could pay and that would be good enough to Higurashi's surprisingly high taste.
"Yes, of course," for once he's wearing his traditional clothes properly, escorting her to the festival with an easy and confident gait. "We should indulge and live a little. Besides, we have to take pictures and I don't want my company to be ugly. What will people say?" He's not really serious, Kagome knows, but she still elbows his side. He pretends it actually hurts with a whining voice and Kagome turns away to hide her smirk.
The streets are beautifully decorated, and people wear beautiful clothes and are having the best of time. Kagome feels her own soul expand with happiness, light tendrils only visible to her brushing against them. Every being around her vibrates with joy. It makes her hazy, drunk on peace.
It's the best feeling in the world. And the warmth of her father — he is my father he is my father how can he not be — only highlights that.
"You've been spending a lot on me lately," she chuckles, tugging at his sleeve before joking. "If you keep doing that, we will never be able to do our own festival next year!" There's also the great order of decorated little bags for omamori that Kagome would get for New Year. There were many other things, but she's been doing a lot of blessed omamori and even dabbling into ofuda in preparation for the oncoming winter.
"You don't need to worry about that, or any of the other things I'm sure you're plotting," she giggles at his pointed look. "Just enjoy the moment with this old man, alright?"
"That sounds very dirty, o-san."
"Shut up, brat."
•••
The fireworks are the most beautiful thing she's ever seen since coming here. It deafens her, engulfing her whole, and she has to crane her neck back so she can see them in full. There are so many and so many colors, Kagome could never hope to fully see it. The ocean reflects the show of light with ripples, like paint thrown over a canvas.
At this moment, the nagging on the back of her head, the pulling to the mysterious visions and the ever-present headache are forgotten. It sits back at the face of pure amazement Kagome experiences.
Kagome had forgotten how to live, it seemed.
"I take it that you like it?" The cheeky man asks and Kagome beams widely, showing more happiness than any other moment since she woke up here.
"I love it. I love it so much," the fireworks erupt in a symphony of chaos and beauty, symmetry and fire. "Thank you so much, papa."
Higurashi doesn't answer and steps back, his hold on her hand tighening.
It's the only and last time she ever calls him that.
•••
They sleep in front of the TV, she resting her head on his shoulder while he rests his on the crown of her head. Kagome wakes up with the sun, warm and cozy in the arms of her father. The TV is still on, a harsh light cutting through the dark room. She straightens, stretching and awing while Higurashi mumbles in his sleep, turning away from her and returning to slumber. She turns the TV off, smiling softly at the figure of her father.
Kagome gets up, entering the kitchen while scratching her eye, blinking the sleepiness away. She grabs a cup of water, drinks it in one go and heads out to take their clothes from the previous day to clean. The beautiful kimono he bought is soft in her hands as she washes it with care, smiling softly at the flying bluebirds, soaring through the deep navy of the fabric.
By the time she puts things on the clothing line, the sun is high in the sky and shining brightly. The birds sing beautifully and the fresh air of the morning is reinvigorating. She can see Higurashi moving around the kitchen. The lazy morning breeze plays with her short strands as she stands watching him, a smile playing on her lips. The fireworks bloom in her memory, cutting through the dark night sky, illuminating their world and filling their hearts with awe.
Stepping into the kitchen, he looks up from the dirty dishes to meet her gaze, a matching peacefulness in his face. Kagome smiles, chiming a "good morning!" that he returns with a nod. He faces away from her then, looking out the window with an expression she couldn't quite describe.
•••
Kagome always wakes up before the sun.
She goes about her day as she usually does; clean yesterday's laundry, puts it to dry as the sun rises and then get the breakfast ready while Higurashi lazily washes yesterday's dishes. Eat, clean, shower and get to work. The first thing to do is get to the office, oversee the stock and work on a few of the products. Higurashi sets up the main shop while she works in the back and she's done, usually by the time school hour is over, she goes to the front and he goes back to the house laze around.
She scolds him every day, the stupid lazy ass.
•••
The well is as much of a balm as it is a deamon haunting her, sucking lwhat life she has out of her.
Kagome sees it now.
•••
"Higurashi-san."
"Hmmm…?"
"Would you help…close…the well?"
"…took you too long, brat."
•••
Ten days after the fireworks and more than a thousand or so charms completed, Kagome closes the office with a heavy sigh. It's already dark, Higurashi has gone back to their house a long time ago. Kagome has been serious about preparing for the New Year. She expects to get this shrine up and running as the best in the city with only a few years work.
Her blessings would bring good fortune to the people and she would save her grandpa's legacy. Kagome can't do much as a runaway with no documents, but she will do her best. Her hair has grown past her shoulders now and her roots are dark, as she made sure to keep it every week with some easy hair painting products she found on YouTube. Her eyebrows are spot on the same color as her hair, along with her fair eyelashes.
Kagome can move on. She can work with this.
She passes the well-house with barely a glance.
She enters her home in silence, sneaking her way to the living room.
She stops on her tracks to see whatever Higurashi is watching on the TV.
She freezes when she sees her mother's face on the screen.
"It's my daughter's birthday today. She's eighteen and alone and maybe mentally ill. She needs her family. Kagome is such a brilliant girl, but so lost in her own world. Please, I beg you, if you have any idea where she can be, contact us."
Her gaze moves down, at the profile that has become so familiar to her. He's got his gaze fixed on the TV. Wide-eyed and mouth set into a tight line. She can see how he grinds his jaw, how he gulps down in dread. Kagome's hand inches toward the gift he had given her months ago, sitting heavily in her pocket. It's then that he turns to face her, and it's devastating because she sees no anger. No true anger.
She sees guilt. It's on the way that he grips his phone, how he looks like he's about to cry. How he curls into himself like it's her who will strike him in rage. It dawns on her then, because the footage is clearly from early in the day, and now…
It's dawn.
"You called them."
There's a knock on the door.
"I did."
Kagome runs towards her room and he jumps to his feet to grab her. His hand reaches her and it's instinct that channels spiritual energy down her arm. She draws it back, twists on her heel and flings him across the room and through the door. There's guilt, there's a terrible terrible feeling of guilt that surges up and freezes her for a second. But then the officers pour in with guns ready and Kagome turns. She enters her room before they can take a proper look at her. She heads directly to her bag, ready to grab it and jump out but — her bag isn't ready.
She had unpacked it. She had relaxed.
Kagome had trusted.
There's not enough time to pack everything she needs. Not with a fragile door. There's no paper to help for any spell. Kagome rushes to the mostly empty bag, knows her wallet is there, but not with all her expenses. On the few seconds that she grabs the little chest with her money from her desk and throws it on the bag, they are already banging on her door.
Maybe a barrier could buy her time? Could she do it? What's the spell? There are no sutras like Miroku's, she doesn't know how to make them. Is it any different from how she blesses the charms?
There's no time to think, no time at all, and she grabs her clothes just as the door flies open. Kagome gets her cellphone — it's a gift as much as it's her dooming — and saturates the thing with spiritual energy. She throws it at the officer and watches in horror as it blows him back so hard he's stuck on the wall, painting the corridor in blood as he slumps, unconscious. Maybe dead.
TURN AWAY! And she does. She does because she needs to go, to run far and far away from here. She goes for the window, snaps it open as the group behind her screams for the officer. Kagome's legs charge with power and she jumps. She falls ungracefully on her arm, rolling on the ground. Her shoulder throbs. Kagome lets her powers pool around it, lightning her skin pink.
She looks back and sees Higurashi slumped against the entrance door. He's staring at her shoulder, at her glowing skin. There's that self-hatred in his face again, along with realization and amazement.
It's when their eyes meet and his widen in what is clear horror and guilt that Kagome realizes she's crying. Teeth clenched tight and lips curled over them, Kagome snarls at the sight of the man she gave so much. It's disgust, it's wrath. It's ugly and miserable and it claws at her chest, tearing her heart apart. She looks away, gazes steadily onto the exit and gets up on her feet.
Betrayal is ever so sad because it always comes from those who we trust.
Kagome runs away from the last remembrance of her world.
•••
A/N: *gasp* whatever shall happen now to Higurashi? How long can Kagome keep running? How does she truly feel about all this?
The birthday day will make sense lol (I actually planned this ushushushushuhs it was purposeful and it's quite simple.) Can y'all figure it out though?
Anyways, here's the comfort and the hurt, and the adventure. Romance will take a long while yet sorry x-x
DID YOU LIKE PAPA HIGURASHI? Do you think Kagome will forgive him? How much will he tell the officers? :00000 What shall become of him? Take your guesses, my dudes. We have two, three-ish more chapters of more Kagome Adventures Through Japan before we get to the first MCU movie. Which one do you think will be?
ALSO! All festivals mentioned are official real-life Ito festivals! YEs, Higurashi went to a tub race dressed as Princess Peach. The first photo that came up when I searched the festival was of people dressed as Mario or other cosplays, so I thought to have a little fun myself. (Yep, Kagome wore a Yoshi onesie lol).
Did you like the feelings in this :3
I teared up a little, lemme say.
There's more next chapter :)
~Mari