Kagome soshite sono Inu Doyatsu izuko Ato Hanyou

Summary: OOC. AU. Whence running from school in the rainiest day ever, ever feel like theirs something watching you? While running down an ally Kagome meets a glare from a pure white dog, hiding from the rain? T for random foul language.

Chapter 15 - My Past, Your Past

My mum left me alone in the house; well actually, it's a shrine. There's so many legends my grandfather tries to tell me when I want a fairy tale for a bedtime story. The ones around me that I can kind of remember is the well, the aging God tree and the shrine itself. The shrine was built in honour of two people. I can't remember the name of them, but I think one of them my mum named me after. She wanted the well and the tree in the serenity. I don't know why, maybe she liked them, but how could someone like a creepy well? It's beyond me, I've seen the well, and fallen down it when my cat scared me, I was surrounded by bones! Let me tell you, avoid falling down bone spitting wells, it does nothing for the imagination, unless the fashion is going boneless, then I say go for it! I don't know why, but I'm extremely scared of being left in the shrine by myself. I once saw a ghost, it was scary, I screamed. I believe anyone would, seeing a ghost walk around like that. My father said it was Emiko, whoever Emiko is... Granddad told me once, but I forgot, I'd remember when I see Emiko again, naturally.

I stared up at the God tree wondering how old the tree was. Granddad said it was way old, and it held a lot of memories for people who were around it for a long period of time. It's a large tree; I sometimes can't see the top branches. I sat on the stone bench in wonder. Grandad also said the tree should bloom but as far as I can remember, it hasn't, I remember asking Father about it, but he winked at me and patted me on the head then walked away. Maybe Emiko sat here once, staring up at the tree hoping her boyfriend would come home or something, like in those books Mama reads now and again to me. Maybe she died waiting for him. That's sad, why wait all those years for someone? Maybe I'll find out someday.

I got up and the wind blew, making things round me creak, it's scary sometimes. The wind blew again and I ran.
I have no idea where I ran to, but I know I'm not in the shrine anymore. I knew that because I was surrounded by trees, the air smells odd, and it's all stuffy. But for some reason it calms me. Weird, odd place, but it is better then a haunted shrine.

I wandered a little further, I don't know why, the wind pushed me, and everytime I stopped to turn around it pushed harder. Scary wind. I kept walking. I stopped at a tree gazing at it my mouth dropped; it had a hole in it, a very large hole. I could probably stick my hand in there. The wind pushed me again so I kept walking.

I stared at it, what was a little wooden hut doing in a windy forest, maybe someone lives there? I went over to it, knocked on the little door, no one answered. Maybe they are out, I thought. It wouldn't hurt to look. I hoped so at least. I opened to door, and it creaked a little, sending shivers up my back. A little worried I looked around, the place was empty, so sign of anything that lived there. I frowned at the nothing in sight. My legs gave out and I sighed. Now what happens if they come home and find a girl who can't get up for a while because her legs are not strong enough to support her? It'll be like Goldilocks in that tale of the three bears, except I'm not eating porridge, or sitting on different types of chairs and beds.

I sat there for a while there was nothing I could do; my legs weren't going to be getting stronger. It was their fault that half the time I fell over, that and as well that I'm the kind of kid who could fall over thin air. My dad said they'll get stronger, he had this problem to. Maybe I'll become a nurse one day and study problems like this. If it doesn't kill me first, that is. Dad also said he was in hospital because of it, Mama scolded him with hot water and saying "you'll scare her, telling her that, stop it!" I found it rather cool; Dad is hardly ever around because he has a "walking work" as Mama said it was called when I asked where Dad was going. He can't stay home at the shrine like Granddad. I think Dad is scared of the ghost too.

I hope the people who live here don't come back for awhile, and I hope my mama doesn't either, she'll get all motherly and lock me in my room and feed me soup thinking that I'm sick.