~2~
Bad. This was bad. Scratch that. This was Super omega bad. In fact, no word or combination of words may be adequate to describe just how bad this was.
"I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore." Kagome said to herself in broken English, as she looked up so see the sky. The well it's self was ridden with vines, and the sky above her was a blinding blue where not obstructed by tree tops. The only sign that she had been actually dragged into the bottom of the shrine's old well was an abandoned arm of the demon which brought her there. How exactly she had gotten the demon to let go of her, and what that weird flash of light was, was still unknown.
"Sota?!" Kagome cried out, fearing her brother had been dragged along too, but disappointed in the silence that followed. "I'm all alone, and in the spirit world I guess?" Kagome asked herself aloud, a thought that was strengthened when she clambered out of the well and beheld the great beauty of the forest which greeted her.
In a sudden reversion to 6 years old, Kagome began exploring her immediate surroundings, turning over rocks and such, anything just to make sure she was really in another world. Her fun and games came to an end when she spied a familiar sight not too far into the distance.
Kagome approached the God tree wearily.
"Okay, possibilities which can exist. Number one: I've hit my head, and the normal world has been vegetated over through my blurred vision. Number two: I'm in a coma, and this is a remnant of reality in my memory. Number three: I'm actually in the spirit world, and someone/thing is messing with me by showing a familiar sight to make me go coo-coo-banana-brains."
Then, she saw the tree.
"Oh, gods, a corpse?" Kagome asked to no one. The boy was pinned to the God tree with an arrow, but that was nothing compared to the overgrowth that had sprung up around his body. 'Maybe plants have suddenly learned how to grow super fast, or something. Or maybe dead spirits don't rot?' Kagome thought to herself, unable to preserve her usual oblivious nature to illogical truths.
"Are you alright?" She asked rather loudly, and received silence in response as she had secretly hoped for. She tentatively climbed up the oversized plant vines, closer to the presumed corpse. 'Is this pervert wearing a cat-eared headband?' She asked herself in mild disgust. Kagome was flashing back to mindless pop-stars and their absurd followers. A light tug let her know that, no, it was not a headband.