InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ From Demons to Dementors ❯ Chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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From Demons To Dementors

Kagome smiled secretly as her brother kept a watchful eye on her while they walked down the streets of Tokyo, almost like a mother would a young child. But this was not without reason, for she jumped and flinched whenever someone would honk a horn, yell, or a cell phone ring tone would shriek shrilly, startling the wits out of her.

She yearned for the silence and solitude of the past when there were no such things as cell phones, beepers, cars or other electrical nuisances. Kagome wrinkled her nose distastefully at the stench of pollution. `I'll never get used to this, but I wonder how did Inuyasha could stand it? she pondered, `And he had a more acute sense of smell then me back then, since he was part demon and all. She grinned, `Heh…That may be so, but Inuyasha's half-demon blood still cannot beat my…

“Oi, Nee-chan!” The sound of Souta's voice made her pause her train of thought.

“Look!” he exclaimed, pointing to an old, dusty shop at the end of an equally old, dirty alley way. The sign on the window read Weapon Thrift.

“Do you want to go check it out? Remember, you promised me you would help me train my holy powers and teach me how to use a weapon of my choice!” he said, shaking his finger in excitement at her.

She smiled softly at him and scanned the surrounding area for any demonic danger with her miko senses. It had become a habit now to check everywhere she went before she entered. She sensed some ancient energy, which was vaguely familiar, but she couldn't place it. Besides, it was nothing she couldn't handle if a problem should arise.

“Alright, but be careful. There are some ancient artifacts which emit energies that could be potentially dangerous to untrained youths. But don't worry. Should something happen, I will be able to…ah…take care of it.”

“Chill out, `Gome. What could possibly happen in a beat up old shop probably run by a hundred year old grandpa in the middle of Tokyo?” he joked.

“You'd be surprised at how many times an innocent nothing turns into a fatal something,” she grinned like a Cheshire cat. `Usually the fatal kind of something with a big blade and some sort of mental complex about taking over the world,' she thought, smiling as she reminisced. They walked into the shop to find, as guessed, an old man behind the counter polishing an ancient-looking shruiken.

“See? What'd I tell you? It's just some old fart who probably can't even use any of these,” Souta whispered.

“Mmmm… How can I be of service to you youngsters?” he asked, but before Souta could even answer, the old man began to speak again.

“Hmmm… It appears I was mistaken; one of you is not as young as I thought…In fact, I'd say she's quite old indeed…” he chuckled, locking eyes with Kagome. There was a long silence and then the old man suddenly blinked.

“Hmmmm…It is truly a pleasure meeting you, Miko-sama; I am honored for myself and my humble shop to be graced with your presence at least once in my lifetime,” he said, bowing low to Kagome. She merely nodded in return.

“Nee-chan?” Souta asked, wondering why he felt so out of place; it was as if Kagome and the old man now had a deep understanding of each other, or like they were old friends, once again reacquainted.

“The pleasure is all mine, Hoshi-san. I am pleased to have met one of such a powerful and well-known line, although I had hoped to have met one sooner. Alas, I have yet again lost track of time,” Kagome smiled kindly at the old man.

“My family has keep very accurate records of your travels till the end of the cursed hanyou, but may I ask how long it has been since?” he inquired quietly.

“Yes, Miroku always did want to write our adventures down…As for how long it's been…Well…Hmmm…Let's see…I believe it's been about four hundred and ninety eight years,” she smiled wistfully.

“Yes, that sounds about right. My, my, how the ages go by,” the old man chuckled.

“But not as fast as one would like,” Kagome spoke, this time even more quietly.

“I am truly sorry for your losses, Miko-sama; I cannot possible imagine how you put up with all the…loneliness…I would suppose the world seems quite small and empty…After all these years…” he bowed his head in pity.

“The past cannot be changed, no matter how terrible it was; the only thing that can be done is to look to the future and try not to think about how long it will continue,” Kagome's expression became even more subdued, and she now held a small glimmer of sorrow in her eyes.

“Yes…You may take anything you desire, Miko-sama, free of charge,” he murmured, bowing deeply and respectfully. He then turned and shuffled into the back room.

“What was that all about!?” Souta stage whispered.

“How did that guy know you? And why did he call you `Miko-sama'? What's going on here?” Souta's face was red from the lack of air caused by his anger, but Kagome ignored him and stared at the place the old man had been a minute ago.

“Kagome?” Souta inquired worriedly, pulling at her shirt sleeve.

“What? Oh yeah.” Kagome quickly came out of her trance.

“What is it Souta?” she asked. He just stared at her for a moment, and then slowly repeated all of his questions.

“Oh. That was just someone who is the descendent of a dear old friend. I guess they have passed on some of my story throughout the decades,” was all she said.

“Now let's find you some toys!” she smirked and began to browse through the store. Souta made a mental note to remind himself to ask her more about this incident later on.

“Oh, Yeah!” he cried happily, remembering his initial excitement. He began to run around the room like a child in a candy store. Kagome smiled with him and followed, admiring everything, but deep in thought.

(AN- Yet again I have written another short chapter. Sorry guys! I'll try to fatten them up a bit!)

Edited by: Rinata-chan