Inuyasha and Kagome: Pirates
AnimeExpert1981: Alright! This is the second to last backstory! This is Kagome's! Whoo! Hang on, you guys! I promise it'll be over soon! Thanks for sticking with me until now! I love you!
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Pirates
Chapter Eighteen: Kagome's Story (Part 1)
Being a girl felt dreadful to her from all of the restrictions. There was hardly anything she can do! Correction, there wasn't anything she can do. Not only was she a girl, she was four. Four, but intelligent. Her young, brown eyes understood the world better than anyone her age and more than any adult would suspect. No one knew really knew of her intelligence. Not even she. But one. And that was her private tutor, Mr. André-Aimé Bellaire.
André-Aimé Bellaire was one of the best teachers known in all of Europe. Many wished for him to teach their children and were even willing to pay ridiculous amounts for his services. This made him rich and cocky. Not only was he one of the richest men in all of Europe, he was the most intelligent. He was greedy and wasn't fond of children. It annoyed him that he had to share his knowledge with children who would most likely never reach his intelligence. Despite this, he was an honest, justified man. He couldn't stand the sight of someone taking advantage of another, so he taught each child the most they can understand. He allowed himself to never get close to another human being. The reason? No one ever knew. It was buried deep in his heart. A secret he even hid from himself.
He was one day contracted by Mr. and Mrs. Higurashi. The weren't originally from Europe, but travelled here three generations ago. They were most certainly an intelligent couple. Their offspring even more so. They asked for his services and paid him handsomely. The girl was but three-years-old. She was already speaking perfect English when she was a few months old and her parents carried a conversation with her.
Mr. André-Aimé Bellaire knew she was capable of many things. From a young age, he was able to tell she wasn't as submissive as all the women these days. She had a strong will and was very opinionated. Her ideas were pure, but in the real world, they had no true value.
Only to him.
He promised himself never to get emotionally attached... But Kagome made it difficult. She is a pure-hearted girl. He could see the potential in her. She treated everyone the same-with love and respect.
By the age of five, Kagome Higurashi spoke French and Italian almost fluently. She was still young, but she did far more better than anyone he has ever seen. He taught her to the best of his abilities and her intelligence helped. It wasn't fair that her intelligence will forever be bottled up because of the laws here and because she is a woman. Women are not treated the same. They were the "weaker gender". Kagome was not weak. Not mentally.
André-Aimé Bellaire couldn't help but feel as if she were his family. A granddaughter. She treated him like one even though he was a bit cold. Years made him like that. He couldn't help it, but slowly, he began to smile again. He began to see the world through a new perspective and it was all thanks to Kagome.
Kagome loved everyone around her. Especially those close to her. She loved her mother, father, grandfather, grandmother, and Mr. André-Aimé Bellaire. She loved the servants even though she didn't treat them like one. They were all humans meant to be loved in her eyes.
Her days were difficult, but bearable. Her constant studies and strict parents left her drained at the end of the day, but she pushed on more each day. Her life was a challenge enough. In her life, there was hardly any time for anything personal.
When Kagome turned six, she mastered French and Italian and moved on to Spanish and Latin. She learned embroidery and how to play the harp. Even the small amount of time Kagome was allowed to play outside, she always stayed inside and continued her studies. Because of this, she really didn't have any friends even though she wished for some deep in her heart.
Kagome was sleeping deeply when one maid and began opening the heavy curtains letting the light flow in. The light hit Kagome's closed eyes. Her eyes squinted and she turned to the other side. 'I guess it's time to get up,' Kagome thought. Kagome slowly sat up and rubbed the grogginess out of her eyes. She had the urge to yawn, but held it back for manner's sake. She stretched and another yawn built up in her throat. She couldn't hold this one in and yawned. Her mouth stretch wide as her breath left. Rude, but it still felt good. Kagome swung her legs over the bed and stood up. The maid finished opening all of the curtains and stood near Kagome.
Kagome smiled brightly at the maid, "Good morning, how are you?" The maid smiled.
"I am well, Miss Kagome. Thank you for asking. How are you this morning?" she asked.
"I'm alright," Kagome replied. "Did you sleep well?" Kagome asked as the maid walked to her wardrobe. She opened the heavy wooden door carefully. Kagome was always captivated by the furniture in her room. It was all made of beautiful cherry wood with expert carvings. You can tell the maker put his heart and soul in each carving. Kagome wondered how much it could have cost, but no doubt they weren't simply 100 pounds. Then there was the bed sheets and curtains. The bed sheets made of fine silk and the curtains were made of the softest cotton. And to think it was all hers.
"Oh, yes, very well. No doubt you slept well, milady?" she asked.
"It was a dreamless night for me," Kagome replied. Her voice sounded steady and relieved, but really, that wasn't the case. Kagome loved the dreams she dreamt almost every night. She always dreamt of an adventure. A world where women weren't treated in an unfair way. It was her only escape of reality.
The maid took out a gown and laid it on the bed. She then reached for all of the undergarments. Kagome sighed. This was the worst part of every morning. All of those undergarments always made her want to run and hide. But she didn't.
The maid helped Kagome into her chemise then went to retrieve the petticoats. Then came the worst part. The corset. Kagome didn't even understand why she had to wear the dreaded thing. The maid tightened it to the point where Kagome felt as if her ribs were going to break. She started wearing it when her seventh birthday began nearing. Kagome didn't find that as a valid excuse. Kagome then put on her waistcoat. All of this clothing made her sweat and want to just rip everything off, but, she can't. She get tangled up before she can even take off one layer of clothing. With all the clothing, Kagome found it hard to put on her stockings and garters. So the maid would always help her. Kagome only allowed her to help with the more difficult task. Kagome did the rest, despite her protest.
"There. You look lovely," the maid said. Kagome looked in the mirror. Her back was impossibly straight and she seemed highly uncomfortable. The maid noticed this and gave her a hardly noticeable face of pity. What's the point of getting the pity look if she isn't going to show true pity and get all of the clothes off of her?
Next was the hair. It was the only part of her body she refused to let anyone doll up. She had her hair always down, natural with her choppy bangs. No matter what anyone ever said, she refused to put it up or get rid of the bangs she cut when she was younger. It represented that she was never going to submit herself completely.
Her maid simply brushed her hair. The brush ran smoothly through her ebony, pin-straight hair. Another thing. Her hair is pin-straight unlike the hair everyone these days wear. They always curl their hair, but Kagome was proud of her hair.
That's it. Kagome was ready.
The sound of the heavy, wooden door being knocked on echoed through the house. Kagome thanked the maid and walked out to the living room and stared at the grandfathers clock in the corner.
7:05
Kagome gasped, "Mr. André-Aimé Bellaire," she breathed. The saw the servants from the corner of her eye going to get the door. "I'll get the door," Kagome said. The servant smiled at her and bowed knowing the mistress will insist.
Kagome opened the door.
"It is 7:06. You are late, Miss Kagome," Mr. André-Aimé Bellaire thick French accent filled Kagome's ears.
"Forgive me, Mr. Bellaire. It won't happen again," Kagome said lowering her head.
"It better not," he said. Kagome opened the door wider.
"Please come in," Kagome said. Mr. Bellaire bowed politely and entered the clean household. He must say, Mr. and Mrs. Higurashi had good taste. The house was elegant but not full. It was simple and clean. It was nothing compared to the other homes he's been to. Those homes were bleeding "rich". But the Higurashi family didn't waste their money on furniture or clothes, they saved it for more important things. That was one of the things he liked about them. Another thing is, they treated him like a human being. They didn't pamper him like all other families so he can teach their children the best out of everyone. But, he didn't work like that. He taught what the child could handle. No more, no less.
Kagome shut the door gracefully behind him and led him through her home. They went straight to the large library where they have studied since the beginning.
As a gentleman, Mr. Bellaire opened the large door waiting for Kagome enter before entering himself. Inside was a large library. Books lined the walls in cherry wood shelves. The floor was covered with a beautiful carpet that always made visitors envious. It was expensive, but worth it.
In the middle of the room was a desk with a candle and opened books. Kagome blushed at her sloppiness. Kagome has been studying and reading books for a long time before she fell asleep. She still felt the numbness of her bum from sitting in that stiff, hard chair for hours. Kagome walked to the desk and began to lightly neat things up. Mr. Bellaire walked to the desk and set his things on it. They went through the same routine. Kagome read and he would correct her incase she didn't pronounce something correctly. They first began with Latin. Kagome read the next few pages of her book perfectly before she made a mistake.
After a couple hours of almost perfect reading, she began writing Latin. Kagome's calligraphy wasn't the best, but it was readable. Even though Mr. Bellaire said it was fine, she knew it wasn't. Kagome worked even harder to get into a better status. Her mother was her motivation since she one day heard Mr. Bellaire speaking of how "beyond perfect" it is.
Kagome handed her tutor her work. He looked it over carefully, taking his time to study it. Kagome prayed silently.
"Work on it," he said. Kagome mentally pulled her hair out. Outside, she nodded and went back to writing the same text all over again.
Kagome worked silently while Mr. Bellaire watched and read at the same time. Nothing was said or done in a long time until you could hear footsteps outside. Kagome lifted her head from her work and turned to look at Mr. Bellaire. He had the same confused face she had. Both were confused. More footsteps were heard down the hallway. Kagome and Mr. Bellaire decided to go take a look.
They both headed for the door. Mr. Bellaire opened the door and they saw the maids running towards Kagome's parent's room. Kagome stared at all of them, calculating. She made no move. Kagome knew better than to put her nose in something that isn't her business.
"Hurry up!" the maids whispered harshly to each other. They ran by never noticing Kagome leaving Kagome in an even greater state of confusion. Finally, one of the maids turned and saw Kagome. She crossed the hall making sure not to get run over by the maids running frantically. She bowed in front of Kagome. She hated that, but she was scolded by her parents when she tried to get the maids to treat her as an equal.
"Miss Kagome," the maid addressed.
"Miss Anne, what is all of this?" Kagome asked. She knew the names of all the maids.
"Your mother… She is in labor. The maids are in panic since the nearest midwives are all the way across town…" she said. Kagome now understood… Wait… Mother? Kagome has read in a certain books the danger of a pregnancy and the delivery. A painful subject she had to suffer through… But, it was still dangerous. It was already enough her mother survived giving birth to her.
The maid bowed once more and went back to her course. Kagome turned back to Mr. Bellaire. As if he read her mind, he spoke.
"I think it would be best if you wait. Come, let's finish your work," he said. Kagome began to think.
"Do you believe word was sent to my father?" Kagome asked. Mr. Bellaire gave no answer for he had none. He simply walked back into the room. Kagome stayed outside in the hall… Worry spread across her features. 'Stay strong, mother,' Kagome thought. With that, she walked back inside and continued her studies. It wasn't the same. She couldn't concentrate. Her mother was in labor and then there was her father.
Her father was currently traveling. He loved it. He especially enjoyed writing and talking about his discoveries. Though he always promised on how he will be safe, Kagome continued to worry. Almost a month ago, there was a tremendous thunderstorm. It scared her to think that her father must have gotten caught in it... and drowned. Kagome pushed the thought aside. He must be fine. Her father was a survivor. He was ready for any kind of attack whether nature or man. Because Kagome's mother was getting closer to her due date, word has been sent around that time as well... But no one has heard from him... Kagome's thoughts wandered back to where they were in the first place. In anxiousness.
"Kagome!" Mr. Bellaire's sharp voice brought her attention back to the paper in front of her.
"Yes?" Kagome replied slightly dazed.
"Focus. You won't get better at your studies with you worrying over something that isn't in front of you," Mr. Bellaire said. Kagome had a quick answer to that, but knew better than to reply.
Time passed and her mother was apparently still in her room giving birth. There was no knock on the door indicating news from her father… or her father… By this time, Kagome worked hard enough to speak a simple conversation with Mr. Bellaire. Kagome smiled and thanked her tutor for teaching her to this point.
A soft knock was heard at the door. Mr. Bellaire and Kagome turned.
"Come in," Kagome said softly. A maid walked in with a silver tray in her hands. Kagome smiled and walked over to help her with the large tray seeing she was having a hard time. No matter how many times the maids persisted in how they didn't need the help, Kagome persisted even more. Finally, everyone accepted help from the young mistress with an open heart.
"Thank you," the maid said when Kagome helped with one side of the tray since she was just too small for the whole thing.
These were one of the moments where Mr. Bellaire felt his heart melt watching the young child. A small smile crept on his face. His eyes glazed over. But, the moment the feelings were there, they were gone. He couldn't allow himself to get closer than he already was.
Kagome and the maid set the tray down on the desk. Kagome stared wide-eyed at the food.
"This is so much food. There is enough for three adult," Kagome said eyeing the other two adults in the room. They knew what she was thinking.
"Miss Kagome, I believe you should simply eat your food and return to doing your studies," Mr. Bellaire said shortly.
Kagome pouted, "Oh, come, Mr. Bellaire. Aren't you hungry?" Kagome then turned to the maid, "What about you, Miss Emily?" The maid smiled slightly.
"I would be glad to accompany you, milady, but I have much work to do. I'm sorry. Excuse me," Miss Emily curtsied and walked out of the room shutting the door quietly behind her. Kagome saddened a bit but then turned her attention back to her tutor.
"Mr. Bellaire? You know this food won't eat itself," Kagome said.
"Miss Kagome, I must insist-," Mr. Bellaire was cut short when a butler ran into the room a card in hand.
"Lady Kagome! Lady Kagome!" the butler shouted. Kagome, now alert, turned to face the butler. He had a small envelope in his hand.
"Yes, what is it?" Kagome asked.
"Is your mother still in labor?" he asked. Kagome nodded, her eyebrows scrunched together.
"Excuse me, monsieur, but I must ask why you barged in uninvited causing such a fracus?" Mr. Bellaire asked glaring at the young butler.
"Yes, why?" Kagome asked ignoring the French tutor. The butler stared into her eyes.
"Forgive me for my rudeness, but I was asked to either give this to your mother or yourself, Miss Kagome," the butler said holding the envelope to her.
"Who gave this to you?" Kagome asked.
"One of the crewmen from your father's ship…" he replied slowly. Kagome began to think.
"Where is my father, then?" Kagome asked. Her mind began racing a million miles. The butler didn't reply right away… 'What happened to my father? Did something happen? Is he alright? Is he… alive…?' Kagome thought.
"The ship your father was on last was caught in the last storm. In this envelope is the letter your father was writing before the ship sank after he received word of your mother going to give birth soon. There were only two survivors. One of them found the letter written to you and thought it would only be right to honor your father's death to give you his last thoughts…" he said with deep emotion.
With that, Kagome's world went black…
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AnimeExpert1981: OH MY GOODNESS! I AM SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE! As you can tell, it's school season again and I have had school, so yeah… I am so sorry, but I promise that I did work hard on it. But because this chapter was based on earlier times, I didn't want to give you guys lies about history so I had to do my research! Yeah! Anyway… I hope you'll forgive me! There will be a part two, but it will be pretty short… I'll give a more general description so the story can move along faster…
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