We stood in the well house and peered into the dark, never-ending depths of the well from the door. I had placed the Tenseiga safely inside Kagome's pink room while she showed me the ancient wood that contained magic. It was truly a mystery how the wood had been able to be maintained so well past the centuries that had gone by and I applauded the Sunset-shrine for their good job.
The air inside the dark well house was cold despite the warm spring air and Kagome shivered beside me. It was fortunate for me that the eternal fire that burnt within me would never end – keeping me warm even if I wore the thin blouse I wore. I took her hand and sent a flicker of power though my palm and led it down her spine.
She looked at me – puzzled, her eyes wide. I shrugged and stepped down to the dirt-floor that surrounded the well, pulling Kagome with me as I went. I hesitated, but touched the lip of the old well. The feeling was weird – like sleeping magic.
"So this is the Bone Eater's Well?"
"Yeah, that's the name of it. How did you know?" Kagome let go of my hand and stepped closer to look into it.
I followed her, "It told me so," was my only reply.
"The well told you? So it isn't dead after all?"
"I never said that. It seems the well is merely sleeping. Like a volcano." I bit my lip and closed my eyes – my hands were still resting against the wood. Images of Kagome and a silver-haired half-demon entered my mind. The well did not speak to me, merely showing rapid images in black and white – like an old movie.
The two shared a passionate kiss and I fought the blush that threatened to spill over my cheeks. She was crying, telling him words I could not hear. She was saying her good-byes.
A clearing surrounded them – the very clearing I suspected would become the Sunset-shrine five hundred years later. I let go of the wood and opened my eyes. "You loved him." It was not a question, but she answered nonetheless.
Kagome nodded, "So much. Whenever I think of him, my heart aches and I can't breathe. I feel trapped – like a wild bird in a cage. Which is kind of ironic. I want to realize I'm meant to stay here in this time, but I can't. I need to be with him so badly." Her shoulders shook violently and I pulled her into an embrace and she buried her face in the nape of my neck.
I let my warm hand stroke her soft, black hair.
"We'll try and get through – I promise. But I can't guarantee anything," I said and rubbed her back. "Working with sleeping magic can be extremely tricky. Magic like this usually has the mind of its own." Kagome's head lifted from my neck and she looked into the well.
"They say that the well's magic was given by the gods," she said hushed. "I'm sorry for being like this," she apologized. I shrugged. I was not a hugging and touchy-feely person, but I could be whenever it was needed. I grabbed her arm and began walking towards the entrance, "Don't worry about it. We'll fix this. We'll try to get to your InuYasha tomorrow."