A/N: Sorry this is so late. I've been spacing lately and I'm trying to get ahead so I'm not writing the chapters as I'm posting them. They may be a little spaced out for a while but don't worry...I'll get them up! Don't forget to read and review...and don't be afraid to crticize. Now...on with the story!

Chapter 6: Explanations

Mimiko and the two men reached a quaint little village not long after walking.

To Mimiko's surprise…the village was actually…a village. It was made up of a series of small huts and patched gardens. There were children playing somewhere; she could hear them laughing. It was busy considering how small it was. Men walked with horses and women washed clothes and tended to household things.

But, on the outskirts of the village was a small hut that seemed to stand out for some reason, like she recognized it. Mimiko looked around silently, suddenly feeling very out of place. Nothing else looked familiar.

The small group of people entered the hut. Mimiko's mind was swimming with confusion. The only place she had seen a huts like these was in her history books.

As she looked around she saw a door to a back room and the room they were in must have been the main living room. There was a fire in the center of the room and four mats surrounded it. Something caught Mimiko's eye more that the strange clothing her "rescuers" were wearing and the furniture that filled the strange house. There was a boy sitting on one of the mats.

He was handsome. Very handsome. He had black hair that was cut fairly short and it had wave so it looked thick. He was wearing a white kimono and a staff lay next to him. He looked up and smiled.

"Father," he said energetically, "you've returned!" Mimiko was staring and she knew she was but she couldn't help it, she had seen him before. But everything was so…different from normal things.

There was loud crash coming from the back room and Mimiko snapped out of her thoughts quick enough to see a woman appear in the doorway. She had dark brown hair tied into a loose bun and she wore a pink kimono. She had graying hair also; though she looked fairly young and just as fit as the man who had helped Mimiko out of the well.

"Miroku you're back…and I see you have a guest with you." She said eyeing Mimiko. " Hello," she was very polite, " my name is Sango and you've already met my husband Miroku, this is my son Kie," she gestured to the boy on the mat. He smiled at her. He got up and came over to her. She had no idea what to say. She just as mystified as a person could be. Kie was standing in front of her. He gracefully took her hand from her side and kissed it.

"It is wonderful to meet you…umm…" he stuttered.

"My name is…Mimiko." She looked into Kie's eyes. They were as blue as the sky and she suddenly found herself lost in them.

She entranced Kie. He had never seen anyone like her before. She had the most intricate eyes. They were the color of…what was it…gold could he say? They were nothing like he'd ever seen before. And as he stared into them it seemed as if he bore into her soul.

"Well, Mimiko," the connection between Kie and Mimiko was now broken and they looked away from each other, "I hope you'll stay for dinner and tell us a little about yourself?" Sango seemed nice enough. Mimiko thought for a moment. Where else did she have to go? She didn't even know where she was so how could she get back home if she didn't know how she got there in the first place.

"Thank you…I would love to stay." Mimiko felt very small here for some reason.

"Well then, I guess dinner will be ready soon." Sango smiled and glided back to the back room.

"Mimiko, you are welcome to everything in our home, and you're welcome to stay here for as long as you like." Miroku seemed to match is wife very well. They both seemed friendly and hospitable. They were a handsome couple she had to admit and their son wasn't too bad either. Wait, what was she thinking…her mother just died and she was stood up by a date…how could she be thinking about boys at this particular moment in time. She mentally chastised herself as she sat down around the fire.

"So, Mimiko…would you care to tell us a little about yourself?" The three men seemed to lean forward as Miroku asked the question.

"Ummm, what do you want to know?" Mimiko asked in a hushed tone.

"Well, where are you from? How old are you? Who are you parents?" A sad lonely expression crossed Mimiko's face when he asked that question.

"I don't have parents…in fact my mother died last night. I'm from Tokyo originally but I have no idea how I got here." She looked around, refusing to meet eye contact with any of the people in the room, which now included Sango. " And I just turned 15 one week ago today."

She's so passive was all Kie could think. She was extremely attractive in his eyes, even if she was wearing strange clothing.

"What were your parents name's? I might have known them." Kie wanted to know more about this strange girl.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know who my father is, but my mother's name is…was Kagome. Kagome Higurashi." Tears filled her eyes but before they had a chance to fall the white haired man, Inuyasha, jumped up in a rage.

"ARE YOU SURE YOU MOTHER'S NAME IS KAGOME! IT CAN'T BE! NO, NO, NO!" He slammed is fists onto the floor and bared his fangs in an emotional fit. He looked up with angry eyes; flashing golden eyes. "You better not be lying…you promise her name was Kagome."

Mimiko hung to the wall her eyes were shut tight. 'Oh my god…he's going to kill me', she thought.

"DO YOU PROMISE!"

"Yes! I promise!" She finally got out in small yell. She sighed heavily and opened her eyes. Inches from her face was a fuming Inuyasha, luckily being held back by Kie and Miroku. She was scared of this man. But why he seemed harmless up to now. 'He must be very attached to someone named Kagome,' Mimiko thought.

After everyone had calmed down the questions started again. "So tell us about your mother. What did she look like? Has she ever mentioned anything of your father?" Miroku seemed most intrigued by all of this while Inuyasha just sulked.

"My mother…" Mimiko seemed daze off in the memories. She spoke quietly, respectfully. She gave a small chuckle at the thought of her mother. "My mother…" she repeated "was one of the most beautiful people I've ever known. She smiled all the time and her eyes were so pretty. Oh, how I longed for those eyes. You see, I inherited my dad's eyes…whoever he is. I know he was a demon. Well, either he was a demon or I'm some government experiment gone wrong." She looked up with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, usually I don't make a scene like this but my mom died last night. This is really hard for me." She put a hand over her mouth to choke her sobs. She had made a point by saying, several times, that her mother had died the night before. Obviously, the two were very close.

Instantly and purely out of maternal instinct, Sango was right at Mimiko's side. She held her comfortingly and brushed her hair with her hands.

"Shhh…it's okay. You're okay. You're with friends now." Sango didn't know what else to say. What else could she say?

"How did Kag…I mean you mother die?" Inuyasha who was eerily quiet was suddenly the one to ask questions.

"I don't know exactly…she was killed some how. You know, after someone tells you your one and only parent is dead you tend to tune everything else out." Mimiko was under control again and resumed answering every single question they asked.

After sometime of questioning, Miroku finally explained why they wanted to know so much. He explained that they too knew someone named Kagome that she was a reincarnation of a priestess; that she was able to travel through time; that she was in love two different places-the feudal era and the modern era; and that she was one of the most magnificent people all of the them had met. Miroku and Sango knew who Mimiko was. She was the daughter of a half-breed and a reincarnated priestess.

Mimiko just sat in shock, absorbing all she could. For the millionth time in her life she was hearing her mother's stories, only this time…they were real.