InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Always A Hero ❯ The Start of Something New ( Chapter 1 )

Okay. I'm back, and in love with this story once again. Gah, I was reading everything else I wrote and I forgot how much I loved this plot line. So, I'm starting it back up again, and hopefully updating my other stories. If you're still reading, or interested in continuing to read please just do one thing for me…

 

REVIEW DAMMIT!.

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Kagome inhaled deeply as she stood at attention outside of the memorial, her team standing tall next to her. A whistle blew, and the nine of them saluted the large black stone. It was strange being back in Tokyo, it had been nearly half a month since they were in the depths of the war zone. It felt surreal in a way, this world the people seemed to live in, as if the war had little effect upon them, and had only been some ploy to raise taxes. The postwar shrink that all soldiers were ordered to see said it was all right to feel enraged, depressed, and a number of other big words they used to describe shell-shock. Kagome had been willing to let that slide, if only the woman had stopped there. Dr. Honda, as was the woman's name, continued to say it was even okay to feel some “ill” feelings towards “other” races. Kagome had officially been pissed off after that.

 

“By other races, I assume you mean demons?” The woman had opened her mouth to answer, but Kagome hadn't nearly finished, “As in the demons who I've fought along side for the last six years? As in those, who, right now, you should be thanking for supplying you with that nice paycheck you've been continuing to receive through out war times? As in those “other” races who, with out, our entire economy and political structure would have collapsed, and not to mention, those who, with out their aid, we wouldn't have stood a snowballs chance in hell in the war? No, clearly, you must be referring to something else.”

 

That had been the last conversation they had.

 

Sango had had similar difficulties with her government-supplied therapist. What had, well, as far as Kagome knew, it involved a rather nasty remark and Sango threatening not only to sue his ass, but bring out a very large knife and cut of the head that the man clearly thought with.

 

“And trust me, it was not the one on his shoulders” Had been Sango's explanation.

 

Kagome smiled slightly at the memory. Rin shot her a strange look, before shaking her head and taking a step forward-- much to the surprise of the officials in charge of this “welcome home” ceremony. Placing her hands together in the classic fist in palm position, Rin bowed deeply towards the monument. Fallowing suit, the eight other soldiers bowed in the same way as Rin began to recite the prayer.

 

“We thank our fallen comrades, and wish you well in the next life…..”

 

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“ONE TWO THREE TURN MY ANACONDA FREE! BECAUSE YOU LOOK SO FINE THAT I REALLY WANT TO MAKE YOU MINE!” Rin shouted as she began dancing in the back seat, looking very small and cute in her all white soldiers uniform.

 

“Rin, you do realize those aren't the lyrics, right?” Sango asked, a small smile on her face as she drove. Turning her head to check her blind spot, she changed lanes smoothly. She was surprised how easy it was to drive something so small, but in all honesty, the rental car was driving her insane. She needed something…bigger. Something that she knew could handle the ruff n' tuff stuff with out fear of being crushed. Sango was defiantly looking forward to the paycheck, especially when she found out they were selling H5s in Japan.

 

“And last time I checked, you don't have an anaconda” Kagome said from the seat adjacent Sango.

 

“Hey Hey!” Rin said, stopping her bouncing and putting her hands up in the classic `I'm harmless' pose. “You two are totally throwing off my groove, gosh,” She said in a fake drugged out tone. Sango chuckled and Kagome snorted in response. Rin went back to dancing after she had finished.

 

Kagome exchanged a look with Sango before pushing up her sunglasses and looking out the window. None of them had had time to change since the ceremony, so Kagome, like Sango and Rin, was still clad in the white uniforms adopted by the Japanese during the late days of the recent war. Kagome's right shoulder was decorated with the three black cords signaling her rank in the forces, her left scattered with the medals and pendants that all soldiers were awarded after this particular event.

 

“It sure has changed hasn't it?” Kagome blinked, realizing Rin's head was resting on her shoulder. “They didn't have all these skyways before” Rin mused quietly, her voice soft with insecurity.

 

“Yeah” Kagome said, mimicking Rin's volume. Her voice was steady though. She had seen the way Sango would frown at the road from time to time, and knew the same insecurities Rin was voicing laid in Sango as well. No, Kagome had to be the strong one. It was her turn. Through out the war you weren't aloud the luxury of fear, or doubt of any kind. It was something that could get you killed, or worse, your team.

 

Well, there wasn't any cross fire—no distant sound of fighting, or smell of smoke and burning flesh. The battle was over—done. They had won, coming home the honored heroes, celebrated and respected. There names would forever go done in history as those who survived and made the world a better place.

 

So why couldn't she let go? Why couldn't Kagome relax? Finally feel fear? Finally cry?

 

Kagome reached her hand up and ran her fingers through Rin's hair-- a comforting gesture. Turning she shot a small reassuring smile towards Sango. After a second, Sango finally let the tension slide out of her shoulders and smiled back. The silence was peaceful.

 

Sometimes, that's all people need. No heroic or life altering words required. Just an…understanding. Knowing that, whatever physiological shit you're putting yourself through that someone else is going through it too, and that, as much as it may hurt egos to admit, your company is helping them as much as theirs is helping you. But most of the time,

 

Something else will go wrong.