InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Beauty in the Breakdown ❯ Dreaming of Golden Moons ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Pretty in Pink 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.07.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 329 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.07.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 329 | Status: Work In Progress
Wow, this went over well. You’re lucky, too, my beloved reviewers, because I happened to have another idea smack me in the head today and your lovely, wonderful reviews inspired me to write it out! =) I love you all!
Sorry, no real Dra/Kag interaction, but there is a hint of something. Also, I changed something in the last chapter. Originally, I had written the setting in spring, but I realized this wouldn’t work for what I wanted to do and changed it to late summer/early autumn.
Written to: The Mummers’ Dance by Loreena McKennit.
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Beauty in the Breakdown
Dreaming of Golden Moons
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For a week, Kagome had stayed to the shadows when she ventured out into the halls at night. After her latest mortifying encounter with that boy, she’d wanted to stay holed up in her room for the next decade, no matter how intriguing he was. But, baths and food were a necessity, so she’d resolved to be extra careful so as not to run into anyone else. The miko silently marveled at her own singular talent for embarrassing herself. The wonders never ceased, it seemed.
So, having not seen the boy or anyone else except Filch and Mrs. Norris in the halls, she felt comfortable enough to relax her guard and enjoy her leisurely stroll across the school. Earlier she had indulged in a long soak in a bathroom she’d come across on one of the upper floors. She’d had to go searching for a new one after the incident, because she wasn’t going to risk walking in on that boy again. The one she’d found was admittedly less luxurious and certainly a longer walk from her room, but it was closer to the kitchens.
Speaking of… Kagome put a hand to her stomach as it rumbled emptily. Luckily, she was already heading in the direction of the kitchens and only had to descend a long flight of stairs just ahead to get to the main entrance hall. From there, she turned left down a torch-lit corridor before coming to a large painting of a bowl of fruit. When she looked behind her, she could have sworn she saw movement in the shadow of a menacing-looking suit of armor near the entrance to the corridor, but easily shrugged it off as a trick of the dancing, orange light from the torches.
Reaching up to the painting, she tickled the belly of the huge, green pear and wasn’t surprised when it squirmed and giggled and a wooden door handle suddenly appeared. Smiling in satisfaction, she was just about to close her fingers around the handle when the door creaked open by itself.
Biting down a gasp, she scrambled to duck behind a black marble statue of a gargoyle. She heard two identical voices arguing in hushed tones, but there was a distinctly teasing lilt to the tone. Kagome ducked down again as two tall, red-haired boys stepped through the door. Curiously, she peaked over one of the wings of the statue to see them walking with an identical confident swagger down the corridor toward the main hall, laughing at some private joke between bites of pie.
After the two were out of sight, the young miko let out a relieved sigh and stepped out from behind the statue. Smoothing the wrinkles from her nightgown and robe, she again approached the door to the kitchens with slightly more caution. Her stomach fluttered for a moment just before her hand wrapped around the handle. Pausing, she searched the empty corridor again with weary eyes, but found nothing. Shrugging, she mentally wrote the strange feeling off as nerves and opened the door and stepped into the kitchens.
When the elves saw her, they looked to her as one with a friendly chorus of “Hello, Miss Kagome,” and then promptly turned to continue their work. There were at least a hundred of the little creatures bustling about the vast kitchens cleaning counters and tables, washing dishes from dinner, and preparing the morning’s breakfast.
A tall, multicolored hat appeared between the long tables in the middle of the room, quickly closing the distance to her, and Kagome smiled fondly. An elf was soon standing before her, a head shorter than her and dressed in the most ridiculous, mismatched array of odd clothing she’d ever seen. Warmly, she greeted him with a pat on the head, “Hello, Dobby!”
The little elf gave her a crooked-toothed smile and greeted her, “Hello, Miss Kagome! Dobby is missed you!”
“But I was just here last night, Dobby,” Kagome giggled.
The elf just shook his head, his large ears flapping, and rushed to bring her a large whicker basket. He handed it to the miko with his knobby fingers and told her, “Dobby gives Miss Kagome peaches and grapes, a loaf of bread, a block of cheese, raisin muffins, and a chocolate pie.”
“Oh, you remembered my favorites! Thank you, Dobby,” she smiled down at the elf.
“Dobby always remembers, Miss Kagome,” he squeaked with no small amount of pride.
“Dobby, are those new socks?” the miko asked, her attention having strayed to the elf’s mismatched socks, one red with white and orange stripes and the other decorated in a floral pink pattern.
The little house elf puffed up. “Oh, yes, Dobby made these himself, he did!”
“Wow, I like them! They’re very handsome, Dobby. Well,” she said, turning back toward the door, “I need to be going back to my room. It won’t be long before the students get up.”
Dobby escorted her the short distance to the exit with many humble goodbyes and good wishes. When she once again found herself in the hall, the pear door closing behind her, Kagome allowed herself a private laugh. She had grown very fond of that little elf, and for all his oddities he was still very sweet. In a way, he sort of reminded her of her Grandpa. An empty ache beat through her heart at his memory.
Picking grapes out of the basket as she went along, Kagome exited the dark corridor, lost in her thoughts. She drifted aimlessly for a while, letting her feet carry her where they would, and soon found herself in the Great Hall.
On her first day here, Dumbledore had kindly shown her around the castle. It had been late summer, a few days before the students would arrive, he’d explained. The little miko, her face sallow with tears, had still been too distraught to pay much attention as he escorted her through the halls. She did remember, however, that he’d said this particular room was where the students took their meals.
Their were four long tables, one for every house she supposed, and over each hung series of differently colored tapestries. They seemed, however, to be suspended in midair. The ceiling was noticeably absent and in its place was a beautiful view of the clear night sky. The young woman gazed up at the open ceiling in delighted awe.
The black, lightless sky was bejeweled with pinpricks of white radiance. The moon seemed to Kagome so large and tangible hanging amongst its own silver breath, half hidden in a blue veil. Never taking her eyes from the sight, she lowered herself to sit on the cold, stone floor, her hunger forgotten as she set the basket down beside her.
For a while, the miko watched the night sky with unblinking blue eyes. When her neck became stiff, she simply laid back on the stone floor to a relieve the strain. In the Feudal Era, she had always been quite fond of the night sky, especially when she knew Inuyasha was somewhere there in the trees watching over her. It was so easy to imagine she was there again, and she did for a long while.
The only thing that broke the illusion was the quiet. During her adventures in the past, the sounds of the forest, the crickets and the wind in the leaves and the little animals moving about, had been a soothing lullaby for her weary ears. But the walls around her were cold and silent. Still, it removed her if only for a while.
Every so often an owl would fly overhead with a letter in its beak or tied to its leg, and a smile would alight on Kagome’s lips. How she envied those owls! As the moon moved out of her sight and violet light began to bleed into the sky, the birds came more and more frequently and Kagome knew her time was up. Quietly she rose and retreated into her room before the halls would become swamped with sleepy students. She dreamed of the sky and the moon and the stars and would return their for many nights to come.
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Sorry, no real Dra/Kag interaction, but there is a hint of something. Also, I changed something in the last chapter. Originally, I had written the setting in spring, but I realized this wouldn’t work for what I wanted to do and changed it to late summer/early autumn.
Written to: The Mummers’ Dance by Loreena McKennit.
.
Beauty in the Breakdown
Dreaming of Golden Moons
.
For a week, Kagome had stayed to the shadows when she ventured out into the halls at night. After her latest mortifying encounter with that boy, she’d wanted to stay holed up in her room for the next decade, no matter how intriguing he was. But, baths and food were a necessity, so she’d resolved to be extra careful so as not to run into anyone else. The miko silently marveled at her own singular talent for embarrassing herself. The wonders never ceased, it seemed.
So, having not seen the boy or anyone else except Filch and Mrs. Norris in the halls, she felt comfortable enough to relax her guard and enjoy her leisurely stroll across the school. Earlier she had indulged in a long soak in a bathroom she’d come across on one of the upper floors. She’d had to go searching for a new one after the incident, because she wasn’t going to risk walking in on that boy again. The one she’d found was admittedly less luxurious and certainly a longer walk from her room, but it was closer to the kitchens.
Speaking of… Kagome put a hand to her stomach as it rumbled emptily. Luckily, she was already heading in the direction of the kitchens and only had to descend a long flight of stairs just ahead to get to the main entrance hall. From there, she turned left down a torch-lit corridor before coming to a large painting of a bowl of fruit. When she looked behind her, she could have sworn she saw movement in the shadow of a menacing-looking suit of armor near the entrance to the corridor, but easily shrugged it off as a trick of the dancing, orange light from the torches.
Reaching up to the painting, she tickled the belly of the huge, green pear and wasn’t surprised when it squirmed and giggled and a wooden door handle suddenly appeared. Smiling in satisfaction, she was just about to close her fingers around the handle when the door creaked open by itself.
Biting down a gasp, she scrambled to duck behind a black marble statue of a gargoyle. She heard two identical voices arguing in hushed tones, but there was a distinctly teasing lilt to the tone. Kagome ducked down again as two tall, red-haired boys stepped through the door. Curiously, she peaked over one of the wings of the statue to see them walking with an identical confident swagger down the corridor toward the main hall, laughing at some private joke between bites of pie.
After the two were out of sight, the young miko let out a relieved sigh and stepped out from behind the statue. Smoothing the wrinkles from her nightgown and robe, she again approached the door to the kitchens with slightly more caution. Her stomach fluttered for a moment just before her hand wrapped around the handle. Pausing, she searched the empty corridor again with weary eyes, but found nothing. Shrugging, she mentally wrote the strange feeling off as nerves and opened the door and stepped into the kitchens.
When the elves saw her, they looked to her as one with a friendly chorus of “Hello, Miss Kagome,” and then promptly turned to continue their work. There were at least a hundred of the little creatures bustling about the vast kitchens cleaning counters and tables, washing dishes from dinner, and preparing the morning’s breakfast.
A tall, multicolored hat appeared between the long tables in the middle of the room, quickly closing the distance to her, and Kagome smiled fondly. An elf was soon standing before her, a head shorter than her and dressed in the most ridiculous, mismatched array of odd clothing she’d ever seen. Warmly, she greeted him with a pat on the head, “Hello, Dobby!”
The little elf gave her a crooked-toothed smile and greeted her, “Hello, Miss Kagome! Dobby is missed you!”
“But I was just here last night, Dobby,” Kagome giggled.
The elf just shook his head, his large ears flapping, and rushed to bring her a large whicker basket. He handed it to the miko with his knobby fingers and told her, “Dobby gives Miss Kagome peaches and grapes, a loaf of bread, a block of cheese, raisin muffins, and a chocolate pie.”
“Oh, you remembered my favorites! Thank you, Dobby,” she smiled down at the elf.
“Dobby always remembers, Miss Kagome,” he squeaked with no small amount of pride.
“Dobby, are those new socks?” the miko asked, her attention having strayed to the elf’s mismatched socks, one red with white and orange stripes and the other decorated in a floral pink pattern.
The little house elf puffed up. “Oh, yes, Dobby made these himself, he did!”
“Wow, I like them! They’re very handsome, Dobby. Well,” she said, turning back toward the door, “I need to be going back to my room. It won’t be long before the students get up.”
Dobby escorted her the short distance to the exit with many humble goodbyes and good wishes. When she once again found herself in the hall, the pear door closing behind her, Kagome allowed herself a private laugh. She had grown very fond of that little elf, and for all his oddities he was still very sweet. In a way, he sort of reminded her of her Grandpa. An empty ache beat through her heart at his memory.
Picking grapes out of the basket as she went along, Kagome exited the dark corridor, lost in her thoughts. She drifted aimlessly for a while, letting her feet carry her where they would, and soon found herself in the Great Hall.
On her first day here, Dumbledore had kindly shown her around the castle. It had been late summer, a few days before the students would arrive, he’d explained. The little miko, her face sallow with tears, had still been too distraught to pay much attention as he escorted her through the halls. She did remember, however, that he’d said this particular room was where the students took their meals.
Their were four long tables, one for every house she supposed, and over each hung series of differently colored tapestries. They seemed, however, to be suspended in midair. The ceiling was noticeably absent and in its place was a beautiful view of the clear night sky. The young woman gazed up at the open ceiling in delighted awe.
The black, lightless sky was bejeweled with pinpricks of white radiance. The moon seemed to Kagome so large and tangible hanging amongst its own silver breath, half hidden in a blue veil. Never taking her eyes from the sight, she lowered herself to sit on the cold, stone floor, her hunger forgotten as she set the basket down beside her.
For a while, the miko watched the night sky with unblinking blue eyes. When her neck became stiff, she simply laid back on the stone floor to a relieve the strain. In the Feudal Era, she had always been quite fond of the night sky, especially when she knew Inuyasha was somewhere there in the trees watching over her. It was so easy to imagine she was there again, and she did for a long while.
The only thing that broke the illusion was the quiet. During her adventures in the past, the sounds of the forest, the crickets and the wind in the leaves and the little animals moving about, had been a soothing lullaby for her weary ears. But the walls around her were cold and silent. Still, it removed her if only for a while.
Every so often an owl would fly overhead with a letter in its beak or tied to its leg, and a smile would alight on Kagome’s lips. How she envied those owls! As the moon moved out of her sight and violet light began to bleed into the sky, the birds came more and more frequently and Kagome knew her time was up. Quietly she rose and retreated into her room before the halls would become swamped with sleepy students. She dreamed of the sky and the moon and the stars and would return their for many nights to come.
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