InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Fan in Feudal Era ❯ Epilogue

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, except for any characters that I create.

 

 

~Angela Speaks~

I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes and the remote in my hand. The television was still on. `Damnit! I missed the rest of the show!' I scowled.

 

My mom looked at me with a gentle look on her face. “Hey honey, its one o'clock in the afternoon. I thought I should wake you up or you would never go to sleep tonight.” Then, she walked away.

 

When she left, I stared at the television in a daze.

 

But, the dream seemed real. I touched my lips, was it real? Could it be like any other dream? Did I really have sex with Miroku? Oh man, I was with Miroku! The perfect guy that swept me off my feet and I would have no other man like that. If only he was real.

 

Stanton came into the room, his blond hair in a mess. My eyes opened wide. He seemed so much like Angelo, that it was scary. He looked at me, asking for the remote. I gave it to him in a daze.

 

I walked to my room and went to my shelf with my InuYasha characters were, sitting next to each other. I was looking for one in particular and when I found it, I grabbed it and hugged it.

 

I knew that I dreamt the whole thing. But, it was awesome that I was a warrior angel and that I defeated Naraku. It was awesome that my lover was Miroku. I started to cry. Miroku.

 

I flopped onto my bed. Maybe the only way I can be with him is in my dreams. I could marry him. I could bare him children and grow old with him. Only in my dreams can I be with my dream man.

 

I heard a doorbell rang and rang, and I stood up to answer it since no else bothered to answer it.

 

I opened the door and couldn't believe what I saw. `Am I seeing what I'm really seeing?' I wondered.

 

“Hello, my name is Mitchell, I am your new neighbor. I think I will be going to your school tomorrow. Would you mind showing me around here and there in your town?” Mitchell asked. He looked like Miroku. The eyes and the hair, am I dreaming?

 

He smiled and my knees drooped. His jet-black hair was in a small ponytail and his violets eyes were glistening in the light. He had a dark blue shirt with a purple blazer and he had on dark blue jeans and sandals.

 

When I was able to speak, I said, “Sure, I'll show you around, but let me get dress.” Mitchell nodded.

 

I went to my room and looked at the doll and smiled.

 

I am a fan. I am a fan that went to Feudal Era in my dream, but I do not know if it was real or not. Whatever power that is beyond our knowing or seeing manipulates our minds. But right now, I appreciate that.

 

I finished getting ready, told my parents what I was doing, and left the house talking to Mitchell. We walked around town, holding hands, both of us feeling that it was right. Everything will be all right.