InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Fan in Feudal Era ❯ Chapter 2

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, except for any characters that I create.
 
 
Angela opened her eyes. She looked up. It was nighttime and the stars were twinkling down at her. She heard fire crackling in the background and smelt food cooking.
 
Angela sat up and looked at her surroundings. Where is she? The last thing she remembered that she was watching her show. So, how did she get outside?
 
“Oh, you're up,” she heard a cheery voice. Angela turned her head to the voice that was directed to her. “My name is Kagome, what's yours?” asked Kagome.
 
`Crap, I don't know Japanese! But, I know who it is. It's Kagome, but, how? Am I dreaming?' thought Angela.
 
Angela just shook her head. “I don't know Japanese,” said Angela. `Hopefully, she knows what I am trying to say,' thought Angela. Kagome did. She took English courses back in her time.
 
“Ah, so you speak English? Well, my name is Kagome,” repeated Kagome. Angela smiled, “My name is Angela. Do you know how I got here?”
 
Kagome nodded her head, “Yes, somehow, we saw you. I can't explain how. You are from the Americas?”
 
“Yes, I am, but, the last thing I remembered, was that I was watching you…all. Where I am from, this is a television show, created by Rumiko Takahashi. First, it was a comic and was turned into an anime show. How could you all be real? How could this be real? Why am I here?” panicked Angela.
 
Kagome just looked at her. `This girl must be delirious. I have no idea what she is talking about,' she thought when she knelt beside her.
 
“Look, I have no idea what you are talking about. If this wasn't real, would you feel this?” asked Kagome when she pinched the girl. Angela yelped and rubbed her arm.
 
“So, where is InuYasha, Sango, Shippo, and Miroku?” asked Angela, trying to change the subject.
 
“Oh, they are out, killing a demon in a village, just a mile away from here. I volunteered to stay and watch you. You have no idea how hard it was to convince them all to go. Wait, how do know about them?” said Kagome.
 
Angela rolled her eyes, “What did I just tell you? I was watching a show about you all and I was sucked into my television.”
 
Kagome made a thoughtful look. “I see, I suppose you are telling the truth. It's strange. It's confusing. How can you be here, if you were sucked into the television? Maybe, just maybe Rumiko knows about us and writes about it.”
 
Angela wasn't convinced and she showed it. Kagome sighed, “Well, I have nothing else that could support why you came here and…stuff.”
 
“Well, I don't think it's important right now. All I want is to go back home, back into the comfort of my bed,” said Angela.
 
After she said that, the gang came into view. Sango, Miroku, and Shippo jumped off the large form of Kirara. InuYasha jumped beside Kagome.
 
Angela was in awe. They…they…they were here! Here they are in the flesh, to her in the least. Her mouth was hung open.
 
“Uh, better close it, cause you could catch flies,” teased Sango. Angela's mouth was still open since she had no idea what Sango said.
 
Sango raised an eyebrow and looked at Kagome. “Why is her mouth is still open?” asked Sango.
 
Kagome replied, “She doesn't know Japanese, she knows English. She is from the Americas and this whole situation is very complicated and confusing, so I don't think that I should explain. All I could say is that she came through her television.”
 
Everybody just blinked. “So, Lady Kagome, you are going to be the translator?” asked Miroku. Kagome nodded in response.
 
Angela looked at everybody, having no idea what they were talking about. It made her very uncomfortable in a way.
 
“Kagome?” asked Angela.
 
Kagome directed her attention to the girl with auburn hair, with eyes that match her hair, and the girl who was a little chubby.
 
“Yes?”
 
“Could you teach me your language?”
 
Kagome thought about it and replied, “Sure! When do you want to start?”
 
“Anytime. How about know?”
 
“Sure, but, uh, how about we start tomorrow morning. It's late now.”
 
Angela gave in and agreed. Everyone went to sleep.
 
Everybody was sleep, except for a certain monk. Miroku was eyeing the girl that came through the television. `This girl is beautiful,' thought Miroku and then he drifted off to sleep.