InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ From Demons to Dementors ❯ chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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From Demons to Dementors

Midnight struck at the Higurashi shrine, but all the lights were off and the residents of the shrine were all asleep, even Buyo, the family's morbidly obese calico cat. Every thing was quiet on the grounds; all you could hear was the rustling of the leaves as the wind blew past the Goshinboku. In the distance you could hear the sounds of the night life, from the small nocturnal animals that lived in the forest, to the hustle and bustle of the city below. Everything was as it should be, everything was normal and in its place, just like it had been last night, and the night before that and the night before that.

Every thing was normal, that is, except for the silent figure steadily making its way up the endless stairs leading to the Higurashi shrine. The unknown being was tall, thin and cloaked in black, and to the common eye, this person would look like a burglar or some other type of criminal. But no, this mysterious figure walked past the calm house to the back of the shrine.

The figure strode right up to an old shed; they clearly had a motive in mind. Quietly opening the door, the unidentifiable person moved inside, shutting the door behind them. They released a long, deep sigh and looked down to the bottom of the shed, where, in a ditch, was an old well, one that looked like it had seen to many things despite its long years in existence. The individual slowly made their way to the well and sat on the edge, running their fingers over the side, and lightly stroked the rough grain on the worn wood. With the hand that wasn't patting the well fondly, the figure reached up and removed the hood of the cloak, letting the silk slide down their shoulders like water running down stone. The mysterious person could now be recognized as a young woman, and not just any woman, but the girl that had gone missing from Higurashi shrine nearly five years ago; she was the long lost Higurashi Kagome.

The one, now known as Kagome, sat on the edge of the Bone Eater's Well, contemplating her life so far, and many hours went by as she meditated, deep in thought. She remembered those long years in Sengoku Jidai, the five years she avoided coming home. Back then she had feared that the well would stop working and trap her on the other side, never to see the feudal era again. She just wouldn't be able to live with the guilt if something like that were to happen to her friends; her second family. But that was before… long before things changed……

“Thinking about it almost brings tears to my eyes, even after all these years,” she whispered as she noiselessly made her way out of the well house and closed the door. Silence was one of the many things that she had perfected from her many years of living with the most powerful creatures of the feudal era.

`Sesshoumaru would be proud,' she thought as her trained eyes scanned the grounds outside of the well house for any danger purely out of habit. The full moon shone bright, but it was clouded by the pollution of the city.

`Hmmm…… I have never really gotten used to all the pollution here, and I don't believe I ever shall,' Kagome thought sorrowfully as her eyes took in the heavens to find any of the familiar constellations that she would have been able to look for when she was in the past. Not finding even one, she moved to the Goshinboku and seated herself in its old, twisted roots.

`I miss them so much; being here just brings back sad memories, memories that I thought I had forgotten… suppressed……But I will not forget, I will go on with my life as one of the last people to know what really happened… It's just so damn hard, I never thought that I could feel something as painful as this…I guess this is what they call survivors guilt… I thought I was finished with this pain, but maybe coming back here was a mistake,' Kagome almost laughed out loud, `Here I am thinking about pain when I have been run through by Naraku's attachment sand tentacles innumerable times, been bitten by at least a million different types of youkai and have been impaled with a sword too many times to remember.'

Again, she nearly laughed aloud, but her hardwired training kicked in. `Noise may equal death if you are not careful,' she remembered automatically. This time, she snorted. She would not need her fighting experience as much as she had about five hundred years ago, for, in the present, where humans dominated the earth, youkai were nonexistent. Just myths in fairy tale books… or at least … most youkai were nonexistent.

“Hmm,” she sighed as she leaned up against the Goshinboku.

“It's just you and me, ne, Goshinboku? Just you and me… You and I are probably the only beings still on this earth that remember what truly happened in the past. Well… certainly there are still those who know about it and even fewer who were actually there, but we…we were a part of it. You watched over us all from afar as I lived it every day,” again she sighed. `I do seem to be sighing a great deal lately,' she thought, somewhat amused.

Kagome glanced up at the house that she had lived in for the first fifteen years of her long, long life. All the lights were off and everyone was asleep. `So peaceful,' she thought, `so naive…'

Something strange fell against her cheek. `What?' she lifted a finger to her face and wiped away a single crimson tear. Staring at it, she attempted to remember the last time she cried. `I don't remember…' she reflected, `It's been so long, but how can I not remember?' Kagome closed her eyes and sunk deep into her empty self. She both loved and hated the feeling of sorrow. She could forget everything that was painful in one moment, only to have it return, full force in the next. One last tear leaked from her eyes before she opened them.

“Kuso!” she whispered softly as she glimpsed a blurry figure in front of her with their hand reaching out toward her. Kagome berated herself for being caught off guard, grabbed the wrist that neared her and twisted it so her `attacker' could not face her. Then, as the individual grunted, she whipped out a small, but deadly blade out of her cloak and maneuvered it so that the blade was pointed right at the other's neck. This made sure that any movement from the one in her grasp would cause them to end up with a slit throat. `Foolish mistakes like that will get me and others around me killed; I must pay more attention!'

“Nee-chan?” a deep and frightened voice reached her ears scattering her memories of one of her many training sessions with Sesshoumaru and identified her opponent as a male. Then she realized, he had called her sister……………

 

Edited by: Rinata-chan