InuYasha Fan Fiction / Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Not So Damned Anymore ❯ Reminiscence ( Chapter 1 )

Konnichiwa minna-san!! I know I'm not in the position to post a story, but this suddenly came to me and I had to post it!!! I'll try to update my Kagome/Youko story, so please don't get mad!!! I'm a slow typer and im busy with school and stuff. So please forgive me!! Anyway, this is going to be a Kagome/Naruto. There are hardly any of these, so I decided to make one!!! Sorry for the long authors note, and please review and/or flame me!!

 

Thank You!

 

I don't own anything here!! The characters belong to Rumiko Takahashi and Masashi Kishimoto

 

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

These are the sounds that she is damned with. The constant dripping of water.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

And all because of that damned jewel.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

The damned Shikon-No-Tama that is rooted into her right side, between her two intestines.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

Yes. It was completed after seven tormenting years with the gang. But, of coarse, freedom comes with a price, and, as the fates have damned it, it was her herself,

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

The time-traveling priestess who fell in love with the half-demon who once loved her own incarnate.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

Thinking of her incarnate made her thoughts go to her surrogate son, Shippo.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

Yes, her son. She can still remember him. The feel of his aura fresh in her mind.

 

 

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

His fiery, auburn, wild hair tied up in a blue bow.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

His green, emerald eyes lighting up every time she traveled back five-hundred years from the future, bringing him chocolates and sweets.

 

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

His fluffy, silky hair sprouting from his coccyx.

 

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

The way those same emerald eyes rolled to the back of his head when one of Naraku's tentacles shot through his small, bloody chest.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

How his small, yet very loud mouth gaped in horror as realization hit him.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

How his final words haunted her `till this very day.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

“Mamma,” he uttered, “Mamma, I still love you, and Papa.”

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

Ah, yes. Papa. Now, of course, this wasn't Shippos' birth father, but we liked to think of it that way.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

But his appearance seemed to fool the villagers of the Feudal Era.

 

`Plip, Plop'

Like Shippo, his hair was a reddish-brown. But his is smooth and silky, and tied at the nape of his neck with a crimson colored silk tie.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

The length of his tied hair reaching mid-back.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

And, unlike Shippo, his eyes were not an emerald green.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

But a ruby red.

 

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

A ruby red that feels as if they were gazing into her very soul and seeing all regrets, guilt's, and shames she has burdened her self with.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

His smile. Oh, how she misses that smile. That same toothy grin he would flash every time she would trip, or fall. Teasing her of her klutzy-ness.

 

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

Oh and how she missed the feel of his silk clothing against her when she was in need of protection, or comfort.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

His clothing consisted of a traditional Japanese Feudal Era hakama and haori.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

 

The sleeves were long, so fighting can be done freely. The hakama were just well fitting at the waist, tied in a bow in the front of his body.

 

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

 

They went out like a bell in a pleated manner, reaching the ankles. His feet were adorned with white tobi socks and simple straw sandals.

 

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

 

His haori was a deep, navy blue, while as his hakama's were black. And cherry blossom petals, Sakura, were imprinted on the hems of his sleeves.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

 

Sakura. Cherry blossoms. Sakura trees. Cherry blossom trees. Our fist meeting.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

 

This is why she hates her thoughts.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

This is why she prefers to stay in a meditative state for a few decades.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

 

Because her thoughts will ask `why was she in this cave?'

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

 

And that is because of the Shikon-no-Tama.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

 

Which would lead to ask her self, `why her?'

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

Then that would lead to Kikyo.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

 

 

Which is why Shippo would come to mind seeing as his death was caused by said deceased priestess.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

 

Then Shippo's haunting last words would think of his `father'.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

 

Her husband.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

 

Her love and lover.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

 

Her mate.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

Kyuubi No Yoko.

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

 

`Plip, Plop'

 

 

`Plip, Plop'