One minute they were fighting against the latest detachment of Naraku, the next a bright flash of light and then a painful landing. Sort of.
There had been the ground, but then there was also something somewhat soft between her and said ground. Furrowing her brows, Kagome could only wonder if she had been killed, knocked out and then woke up at Kaede's... or... she wasn't sure. But there was usually always a third option, she was sure it would come to her after the world stopped spinning.
Her landing pad shifted and let out a groan, startling her into moving. She rolled, she could have been tossed during the battle and one of the others caught her, only to fall as the person she had landed on managed to push themselves up a little. Letting out a sudden cry, she had not expected them to get back up so quickly unless they had been lying there for some time, and the short fall ended rather painfully for her. Again.
"Lady... Kagome?"
Well, there was Miroku, somewhere. Her eyes were still closed due to the fact that the world was still spinning, even if it was behind closed eyelids.
"...here... Sango-chan?"
"Give me a moment please."
And there was Sango. After answering Miroku and calling out Sango made her realize something very important. It gave her a splitting headache. So instead, she flared out her aura, hoping that Inuyasha, Shippo and Kirara were nearby. And nearby could relatively mean meters away. Just as long as they were in her radar's reach, as Souta once called her ability, then all was good.
When she felt nothing, well nothing that belonged to youkai, Kagome bolted up and snapped her eyes open. A move she instantly regretted. Curling in on herself, pressing the heels of her hands to her temples and her brow to her raised knee, she let out a groan of discomfort.
Why had she done that?
Oh right. She could not feel Inuyasha's, Shippo's and Kirara's aura. Nor Naraku's. Nor Kagura's. Nor Kanna's and Kouga's... nothing. Not even a tiny speck of youkai anywhere.
Gingerly, she cracked her eyes open again and blinked a few times at the sight that greeted her.
A grassy hill, some trees here and there, bright blue sky with her favorite large, white fluffy clouds. The air smelt of the sea, was warm and made even slightly toasty with the sun shinning. Scanning the area once again, she had to grimace when the sun peeked out from behind a cloud and slammed her eyes shut yet again.
"Are the two of you alright, Sango-chan, Lady Kagome?"
Pushing herself up onto shaky legs, Kagome mentally thanked that she could feel her quiver as well as hear the arrows shift about, and the slight tapping of her bow against her shoulder. Oddly though, she was sure she had been using during the battle against... whatever the detachment's name was.
Her arms shot out when she suffered a moment of vertigo, leaning forward just a bit as she tried to balance herself on the tips of her toes. When she was once again steady, one arm still outstretched to help keep her balanced, the other rose to press once again against her slightly throbbing temple.
"Give me a moment. I need to get..." opening her eyes, they landed on something she was having trouble comprehending. And then she mentally wondered why she hadn't noticed them before, they were sort of in your face obvious. "...my bearings straight."
Biting down on her lower lip, she wondered if she was suffering head trauma. Or perhaps a side affect from long term exposure to Naraku's miasma. She was pretty sure her imagination wasn't this... creative, even if she had a few weird dreams after passing out due to exhaustion.
Taking the... people in, she wasn't even sure what to call them, she tentatively called out to Sango. "Sango, you're familiar with ninjas, yes?"
"Arg... yes. Why do you ask?"
"I'm not sure, but I think I'm looking at some."
There was a pause before Sango asked, sounding rather confused. "How can you not be sure?"
Nibbling on her lower lip again, Kagome said the one thing that made her unsure of the people across from her. "They're very... colorful."
Hearing someone make to stand, Kagome took a peek out of the corner of her eye, seeing Sango stumble while keeping her own eyes clenched shut.
"Well, there's six of them. Each a different color. Red, blue, green, yellow, pink, then black." Kagome narrowed her eyes on them, taking in their stances and how they were talking amongst themselves.
They were speaking English, she was quick to understand that and they sounded confused. But because they were basically whispering to each other, she couldn't really hear what exactly they were saying.
It didn't help that they were wearing what she thought to be biker helmets. Colorful ninja's that wore biker helmets? As often she had seen weird things, this was one of the oddest ones. Why couldn't she have a relatively normal day in the Feudal Era?
Well, if she wanted to be technical, this wasn't the Feudal Era, but who wanted to get technical? It had started off in the past, and if it had started there, the only way it should have ended in the present was if she went through the well. Was she even in the present? Oh she hoped they were in the present, cause if not... she had no idea of where or when she was.
Sango had finally managed to make it to her side, all the while taking in the ninjas. "They are not very convincing ninjas if they are so brightly colored. Ninjas are all about stealth."
"Oh maybe this is a dream? Shared hallucination? Effects of long term exposure to Naraku's miasma? Some one pinch me to tell me I'm not dreaming..." trailing off on her hopeful reasons to what was going on, Kagome suddenly stiffened when she received said pinch.
Spinning, her hand swung around and landed with a resounding slap against a familiar cheek. "Miroku you pervert!"
The commotion brought the... ninja's attention solely onto them, and she was still using the term ninja fairly loosely. Shaking her head at the dazed monk that looked only too pleased with himself, she grumbled under her breath when he quickly came to his own defense.
"But Lady Kagome, I was only doing as you asked." his free hand continued to rub at his sore cheek.
"Usually when one asks to be pinched, it mean's here." she pointed to her upper arm, a relatively safe zone. "And I was being... rhetorical! I didn't actually mean it. My head hurts enough as it is to know that this isn't a dream!"
A strange sound drew everyone's attention downwards. Kagome could only blink at the pasty clay like coloring of the being that laid next to her feet. It shifted before pushing itself up onto it's haunches, it's hands raised to it's head as if to block or sooth it's own headache.
Seeing the ninjas from the corner of her eye, she still really wasn't sure if they were, tensed and a few moments later called towards them and motioned for them to move away. Turning her attention towards them completely, her brow furrowed as she cocked her head slightly. What on earth was wrong with them?
The... creature made a sound, causing her to head to snap back to watch it and that's when she realized some interesting facts from what she could see. There were some black slashes across it's upper chest, it wore a belt with some sort of buckle that she couldn't make out, but the truly odd features were it's hands and head.
They appeared to be made out of... clay?
When it turned it's head towards her, revealing at rather disturbing face, like the beginning stages of something carved from clay, towards her, Kagome let out a quite squeak and gave a small jump back. Her escape was short lived when a clammy hand wrapped around her ankle, causing her to let out a louder cry of distress.
The ninjas froze for a mere moment before dashing their way towards them, but by that time, Kagome had gripped her bow and swung it down on the creature.
Now normally, she charged arrows, not her actual bow. And when said arrows managed to hit her target, the creature turned into ash, this one... sort of. It exploded into blobs or sticky chunks of glittering ash.
The air around them stilled, Kagome panting as she maintained her pose. One leg up where the creature had held it and arms and bow still as if said creature was beneath the bow where the two came into contact.
Slowly, she lowered her arms and leg, the ninjas slowed their approach till they were a few steps away and Sango and Miroku only blinked still poised to defend her. Looking down at herself, taking in the splattered chunks of clay and glittering ash, she let out a whimper.
"I look like a kid's arts and crafts project exploded on me... Will this even wash out?" her hands began the process of trying to dust the stuff off.
"Uh... that's a first time the Putties did... that."
Pausing in her self cleaning, Kagome looked up towards the... ninjas. Hearing them clearly now, she blinked as she took them in, as did Sango and Miroku. Now that they were up close, she could see that there were details to their helmets, animal faces.
The yellow one was some sort of cat, that much was easy to tell. The green and red ones looked like representations of lizards. The black one looked like an elephant, the blue one... she wasn't sure. And lastly the pink one... it looked like some sort of bird, humming bird perhaps?
And at their waists... were those daggers or guns?
So... ninjas with some sort of samurai influence? None of this was making much sense. Why couldn't she be either in the past or in her comfy bed?
"Are you guys alright? And what did you just do to that Putty?"
Snapped out of her inner musings, Kagome shook her head and turned back towards the ninjas. Blinking a few times, Kagome decided to attempt some English in hopes of communication with them.
"Ah... we are fine. Are... are you ninjas?" she mentally winced at the heavy accent.
The glanced at each other, physically turning their heads to do so. When they turned to focus back on them, their silent conversation done, the one before her shook their head. "No, we're Power Rangers."
"Power... Rangers?" her face fell from the confusion it held to a grimace. Just her luck, she was in some unknown part of the world, in an unknown era, with... Power Rangers. Whatever the heck that meant.
Her free hand rose to rub at her temple as everyone spoke up at once, asking her all sorts of questions. Apparently, her act of speaking up, deemed her the person to have all the answers. Snorting slightly under her breath. If she did, she wouldn't be so far behind in her classes.
AN: Yes. My imagination decided to go there. Without my consent mind you. Just one of the reason why I'm scared of it. Other than that; read, enjoy, and review!