InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden Hanyou ❯ Kagome Prepares ( Prologue )
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By: sheshar 
Twenty-Year old Kagome Higurashi prepares a hidden room for a visitor in her family's old shrine during a Japanese war against hanyou. Her former school mate and best friend, Sango, is due any moment with her half-hanyou half-brother Inuyasha, but they are running very, very late.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.04.2013 | Updated On: 03.31.2014 | Pages: 1 | Words: 911 | Visits: 784 | Status: Work In Progress
Twenty-Year old Kagome Higurashi prepares a hidden room for a visitor in her family's old shrine during a Japanese war against hanyou. Her former school mate and best friend, Sango, is due any moment with her half-hanyou half-brother Inuyasha, but they are running very, very late.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / Suspense / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 10.04.2013 | Updated On: 03.31.2014 | Pages: 1 | Words: 911 | Visits: 784 | Status: Work In Progress
Author's Note: I had a little trouble logging on for the past month- in fact I kind of gave up on MediaMiner. I began posting a few chapters over at AFF. BUt it wasn't the same. MM is the first fan fiction website I ever vistited and the first I wanted to post my story too, so I had to come back. The nice thing about my break is that in posting chapters to AFF, I went over and edited them. Some more extensive than others, but worth the re-read (at least I hope!). Thank you to all who read and sent me messages before about how much they enjoyed my story.
Prologue- Kagome Prepares
The Higurashi Shrine House- 1946
The young woman quietly sat near the window, listening to the rain gently easing up. She felt feverish; her hair, an unruly shadow, was twisted into a braid crown atop her head and her dress was lined with sweat despite the chilly air. Her eyes flicked over to the clock on the table, the Grecian hands quivering in exertion, reflecting the state of its owner.
After a few minutes of rest, she placed her hands on her thighs and pushed herself up, her damp dress clinging to her body, the faded indigo now a sickly blue. She was soft of body, tall and curvaceous, and in a time when everyone starved, she was always full. Pacing back and forth, she began to think they would not come, that perhaps her friend had found another to shelter him, or had discovered a way to take him on board without his false identification.
His false papers failing to arrive from his family in the States was the reason he would be staying here in the first place. Though she no longer believed in any god, she closed her eyes and prayed that whatever the reason, both were alright.
Rubbing her lips with the back of her hand, she decided to check the room one last time. She walked to her bedroom and stepped into the closet, turning left. Careful not to disrupt a tower of boxes, she braced her hands to the wall and extending her leg, felt the wall give way to the force of her foot. Its hinges were hidden by a strategic bar of crown molding and it swung like her kitchen door in either direction, but on its side. The young woman crouched and allowed the weight of this door run down her back as she slid beneath it into the darkness. By memory, she felt for the small lamp that had been placed on a small crate, next to a pallet on the floor. She clicked on the battery powered lamp, and the tiny space became dimly lit with grimy orange light.
She checked the seven canteens of water that sat on another crate, and noticing another, rearranged the dried ramen within so that the lid sat flush on the box. Though these were use last, emergency stores, she could not risk rodents or bugs accessing any food that was not concealed. The blankets of the pallet smelled fresh, though they were worn, and two more woolen quilts sat at the edge of the makeshift bed. About 30 books were stacked against the wall, books that could not be seen by any guest or customer, but were too precious to throw away or sell. She made sure the waste bucket was free of spider webs and, and with a second thought, turned the last crate belly up, so that he could have a place to store his clothing or personal items without tripping over them.
Kagome paused for a moment, certain she heard a shouting voice in the distance- but perhaps it was just in her head. She took one last look around. The room was tidy and clean for its small space, and although she hadn't seen its future occupant since she was a teenager, she knew that if he had gained any height, he would need to get used to stooping and crawling about.
She turned off the little light and lifted the rope that hung limply near the bottom of the door/wall and pulled it up until she had enough room to shimmy out. She carefully shut the door behind her, leaving the confinement of the closet, and took the three steps needed to exit her small bedroom.
Again, she stopped to listen.
No sound marred the night.
She felt sure that all was ready; she could do no more to prepare, and that perchance she should relax- just a bit. Her body felt tired, but her stomach and chest were lively with anticipation. It was nearly one a.m.
The girl knew something must have gone wrong, had to have. They were four hours late, and to be seen on the streets at this time would warrant any human or the truest of demon a trip to the nearest Purification Center.
She picked up a book, and then set it back down. She sat in the quiet for some time, until her little clock stuck two and someone began to frantically knock on the front door.
Prologue- Kagome Prepares
The Higurashi Shrine House- 1946
The young woman quietly sat near the window, listening to the rain gently easing up. She felt feverish; her hair, an unruly shadow, was twisted into a braid crown atop her head and her dress was lined with sweat despite the chilly air. Her eyes flicked over to the clock on the table, the Grecian hands quivering in exertion, reflecting the state of its owner.
After a few minutes of rest, she placed her hands on her thighs and pushed herself up, her damp dress clinging to her body, the faded indigo now a sickly blue. She was soft of body, tall and curvaceous, and in a time when everyone starved, she was always full. Pacing back and forth, she began to think they would not come, that perhaps her friend had found another to shelter him, or had discovered a way to take him on board without his false identification.
His false papers failing to arrive from his family in the States was the reason he would be staying here in the first place. Though she no longer believed in any god, she closed her eyes and prayed that whatever the reason, both were alright.
Rubbing her lips with the back of her hand, she decided to check the room one last time. She walked to her bedroom and stepped into the closet, turning left. Careful not to disrupt a tower of boxes, she braced her hands to the wall and extending her leg, felt the wall give way to the force of her foot. Its hinges were hidden by a strategic bar of crown molding and it swung like her kitchen door in either direction, but on its side. The young woman crouched and allowed the weight of this door run down her back as she slid beneath it into the darkness. By memory, she felt for the small lamp that had been placed on a small crate, next to a pallet on the floor. She clicked on the battery powered lamp, and the tiny space became dimly lit with grimy orange light.
She checked the seven canteens of water that sat on another crate, and noticing another, rearranged the dried ramen within so that the lid sat flush on the box. Though these were use last, emergency stores, she could not risk rodents or bugs accessing any food that was not concealed. The blankets of the pallet smelled fresh, though they were worn, and two more woolen quilts sat at the edge of the makeshift bed. About 30 books were stacked against the wall, books that could not be seen by any guest or customer, but were too precious to throw away or sell. She made sure the waste bucket was free of spider webs and, and with a second thought, turned the last crate belly up, so that he could have a place to store his clothing or personal items without tripping over them.
Kagome paused for a moment, certain she heard a shouting voice in the distance- but perhaps it was just in her head. She took one last look around. The room was tidy and clean for its small space, and although she hadn't seen its future occupant since she was a teenager, she knew that if he had gained any height, he would need to get used to stooping and crawling about.
She turned off the little light and lifted the rope that hung limply near the bottom of the door/wall and pulled it up until she had enough room to shimmy out. She carefully shut the door behind her, leaving the confinement of the closet, and took the three steps needed to exit her small bedroom.
Again, she stopped to listen.
No sound marred the night.
She felt sure that all was ready; she could do no more to prepare, and that perchance she should relax- just a bit. Her body felt tired, but her stomach and chest were lively with anticipation. It was nearly one a.m.
The girl knew something must have gone wrong, had to have. They were four hours late, and to be seen on the streets at this time would warrant any human or the truest of demon a trip to the nearest Purification Center.
She picked up a book, and then set it back down. She sat in the quiet for some time, until her little clock stuck two and someone began to frantically knock on the front door.