InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fairytale: The Sun Child ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Without faith, nothing is possible. With it, nothing is impossible.—Mary Mcleod Bethune

 

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Fairytale: The Sun Child
By Mediale

Chapter Two: Talking Wells

Kagome sat in the darkness, shifting occasionally on the incredibly uncomfortable wood outline underneath. Her lips were pursed as she stared into the void of the good-for-nothing well. After all, it couldn't give water and it certainly couldn't take her back five hundred years. And if a well couldn't take you traveling through time, then what use could it be?

 

   She sat there, as if waiting for something. Something that she knew wouldn't truly happen.

 

   That was it.

 

   Kagome let out a cry of frustration, her face the perfect characterization of fury. The pale moonlight illuminated the creases and wrinkles of her face. Her bare foot was flung out, and it crashed into the opposite side of the well with astounding strength. Of course, the well had different plans—and though Kagome had efficiently damaged it—she had heard quite a loud `crack' that did nothing for her balance.

 

   A scream echoed in the shrine, but her only companions were the shadows that moved eerily with the light wind. The sides of the gaping well creaked, as Kagome flailed about, resisting the memories of the bright lights and change of time. Resisting the memories that were imprinted in her mind.

 

   She landed with a large thump-like sound, and quickly resorted to nursing her foot, which was throbbing painfully. A whimper escaped her pale lips as she rested her head pathetically against the ancient well.

 

   “I hate you, do you know that, Mister Well?” Kagome whispered. “Do you hate me back?”

 

   “Kagome-sama, how could I ever hate you?”

 

   Kagome let out a shriek. She had never actually imagined that the well would talk back. After all, how many times had she sworn, screamed, cursed, and et cetera at the well? Too many times to count. One thing was for sure, the well had never actually responded in any way, shape, or form.

 

   “You know, Mister Well, I was just joking about you being stupid and all,” Kagome laughed nervously. “So you don't have to close in or collapse on me. Maybe you could even let me go back to my friends in the Sengoku Jidai…?”

 

   “Unfortunately, I can't do anything of these th—“

 

   A loud, resounding slap cut the voice off. Kagome winced, noticing how loud even the smallest movements were in the dead of the night.

 

 

   “Kagome-sama, that hurt,” the voice whined

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   “B-But I didn't even hit you!” Kagome yelled out in protest.

 

   “Quite wrong. Quite wrong indeed. Look down Kagome-sama.”

 

   The young miko looked down to see a flea—a rather fat flea—staring idly up at her. “Myouga?” The young woman whispered, “How did you get here?”

 

   Myouga gazed at her, with what she took as an expression of thoughtfulness, if fleas could even have expressions. “I could ask you the very same thing Kagome-sama. I haven't seen you for at least five hundred years, and you don't look as if you've aged that much at all. You certainly don't look that old…”

 

   The girl glared down at the flea youkai, who was at the moment making himself comfortable on her pajama pants. “So, what are you doing here?”

 

   “Oh. I was stuck in those terribly, dusty books that you bought from that old toad, Jaken. I'm forever thankful that you saved me once again, Kagome-sama!”

 

   “Jaken?” Kagome asked in surprise. “Wasn't that Sesshoumaru's henchman?”

 

   Myouga let out a small puff of air, nodding extravagantly so that Kagome could make his movements out clearly. “Yes. That dreadful salesman was Jaken.”

 

   “I knew he looked familiar!” Kagome commented more to herself than her new companion. “So what's he doing here?” The miko wrinkled her nose in confusion. “I haven't seen, or sensed for the matter, anything youkai in this time at all!”

 

   Kagome could've sworn that Myouga was chuckling at her musings, and possibly at her. “Kagome-sama, isn't that the point? If humans, or a miko, like you, could sense us than all our hard work to survive would be undone!”

 

   “Wha—“

 

   “—So many questions!” The old flea youkai answered lightly, “Why don't we save them for another conversation, in your nice, warm kitchen?

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   The girl nodded awkwardly, almost mechanically. She pushed her shoulder against the ancient, wooden side of the well for balance, and forced her weak knees to stand up. Her weak legs protested, and were feeling more like rubber by the second, but she bit her lip and refused to give into their impulses.

 

   “And possibly a side-order of blood…?”

 

   “You're pushing it, Myouga. You're truly pushing it.”

 

 

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Higurashi Kei had rushed down the stairs as soon as she heard a loud crash from right below her room-the kitchen, to be exact. She had literally rolled out of bed and grabbed a small object. Unfortunately, it was too dark to really see, and her head was foggy from sleep.

 

Her first reasonable thought was that it was her brother-in-law, Mosouka, seeing as the man had a reputation to show up at unruly and unreasonable times, and places. However, the fact that he was supposed to be on a plane to America at the moment made her change her mind quickly. Mosouka was always loyal to his job and his people.

 

The second thought was that a burglar had sneaked into her kitchen, and was searching for valuables. After all, what else could it be?

 

It was a complete surprise when she found her daughter limping across the kitchen, busying herself by making a pot of tea. She distinctly remembered that Kagome refused to even touch a drop of the `retched goop'… Then again, that might have been because their grandfather had been making it.

 

`You're starting to lose it Kei. Age is getting to you.'

 

Of course everything was just getting stranger when Kei found that Kagome was having a conversation with herself.

 

"Darling," Kagome's mother whispered, "are you talking to yourself?"

 

The girl let out a startled yelp, almost dropping the pot of tea that she had been carefully cradling. "Mama! You scared me."

 

"Well, you scared me first, young lady!" Her mother scolded, "What are doing up so late?" She paused to glance at the clock. "Two in the morning, and you have school tomorrow." Folding her arms across her chest, Higurashi Kei moodily found her way to one of the kitchen chairs that had already been pulled out.

 

"Wait! Mama!" Kei plopped down on the seat without a sound. "Y-You…" Kagome faded away with a defeated sigh. "Poor Myouga, again."

 

"Myouga?" Her mother asked, tilting her head in question.

 

"That would be me, Higurashi-sama."

 

Kei let out a scream, jumping up from her chair. "Who's there?"

 

 

 

 

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Blanket Disclaimer: I only own the plot and a few characters. The rest belongs to Rumiko Takahashi X.X.X.X.X

 

Distractions Galore: Heh heh! Finally I completed the second chapter, which should've been done a long time ago. Anyways, I get distracted pretty easily, and now I've wandered away to creating an original story (and attempting to learn how to play tennis) hopefully my interest there will be kept long enough for me to finish the novel…

 

 

Thanks again to everyone who reads Fairytale: The Sun Child, and especially to those who reviewed.

 

 

--Mediale

 

 

(End of Chapter Two: Talking Wells)