A little note: As seen on Dokuga. Originally this was a interconnected drabble collection created with the prompts from dokuga_contest. However, since dokuga_contest is no longer running, I'll update as I see fit with prompts I select myself.
Disclaimer: I am not, in any way, affiliated with the creators or producers of Inuyasha. No profit is made from this writing.
The Impossible
Describing the future was impossible. For the first time in his long existence, Sesshomaru was at a loss for words. There was no way he could describe the buildings, the smells or the noises of this strange era. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. He had always thought the human race was pathetic, but for them to advance this far? He clearly underesitmated them.
But he didn't have the time to admire the advanced world of the human race. He needed to find his son. Kagome and Mamoru's scents were coming from the large white building, so that's where Sesshomaru was headed. His daughter was still snuggled on his shoulder, her head buried under his hair. She didn't like the strange smells or the loud noises of this world.
Sesshomaru didn't bother to knock or let his presence be known. He entered the house as if it was his own and when he stepped inside he was surprised by how at home he actually felt. He wasn't sure if it was the familiar scent of Kagome or the warm atmosphere, but he didn't mind being here. It clearly wasn't dangerous, so he assumed his son was safe.
"Eh, Mamoru? How did you get here?" Sesshomaru heard Kagome's voice in the distance. His eyes moved to the stairs as he heard Kagome again. "Wait a minute...if you are here, then...Sesshomaru?"
Kagome suddenly appeared at the top of the staircase, her eyes wide.
"Miko," Sesshomaru broke the silence, "how far into the future are we, exactly?"