Chapter 5: A Meeting of Unusual Sorts
Mimiko woke with a start the next day, to a voice. A rather harsh voice, saying rather harsh things.
"Hey kid! What do you think you are doing down there. You know that this well is dangerous? Besides, it's not your property!" She heard a growl, almost like a dog. Mimiko was very…confused. Before she could explain herself she heard a second voice. A much more calm, soothing voice.
"Oh, Inuyasha, calm down. I'm sure who ever this is can explain what she's doing in our well."
Why did they keep referring to the well as their well? It was hers. Her ancestors had owned it, and cared for it for hundreds of years. She shouldn't have to explain herself. She had to apologize for nothing.
She looked up and squinted in the bright light. 'Huh? That's funny. Was the roof of the well house blown off in the storm last night?' Mimiko's mind raced. All she could see was two dark figures moving around above her.
"Umm…excuse me but could I have some help getting out of here?" Mimiko was extremely anxious to get out of the well. She wanted to meet these people that claimed her well as their own. ' Who do they think they are trying to weasel mom's prop…Mom. That's right I remember now. It was raining…I tripped…I fell and ended up in here. Wow, I'm surprised I'm not hurt. Maybe it was all a bad dream. I don't even remember a lot from last night anyway. Yeah, maybe it was a bad dream.' Mimiko watched a rope latter, slowly slide down the inside wall of the well and she climbed her way up.
As soon as she reached the top she wanted to fall right back in. There was no house around her. All she could see was trees and grass…and sunshine. 'Where in hell's name am I?' she asked herself. She climbed out over the lip of the well with the men's help. She was in shock. Where was she?
She looked at her "rescuers" and evaluated them. One was an aging man with white hair mixing with his handsome black hair. He was young of face with the exception of a few lines on his forehead. He seemed to be in good physical condition and lighthearted judging by the smile on his face.
The other she wasn't so sure about. He was a young, whited haired lad that looked no more that 20 at the least. His bright amber colored eyes were the color of her own. He had claws and fangs; that of a demons. But there was something about him. A strange feeling over came her as she closely watched him. Why did he look so familiar?
"Excuse me miss, might we ask your name?" The dark haired man had a sweet gentle tone to his voice. She didn't feel threatened at all so she answered.
"My name is Mimiko Higurashi and I think I am very lost," she said looking around in confusion.
"Don't worry. You're safe. Come you will stay with us today. Follow me." The dark haired man started down a clearly human-made trial and she followed without hesitation.
Mimiko, walking a few steps behind the man, observed the demon that he had earlier called Inuyasha catch up to him. They whispered softly but she heard every word. She had excellent hearing.
"Miroku, I don't trust this girl. She smells like Kagome. And she was in our well!"
"Calm down Inuyasha. I'm sure she means us no harm. I mean look at her…she can't be much older the Kie."
Everything seemed to die from there on. How did they know her mother's name? She pulled her T-shirt from her shoulder and smelled it. 'How does he know I smell', she wondered.