InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Immortalized ❯ Exodus ( Chapter 4 )

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#4: Exodus

1981

In the dusk of the last millennium, during the late hours of a rainy July night, a soft pink light emerged from its protective shell. Though the light emanated from the modern city of Tokyo, it was felt, in varying degrees, by youkai throughout the whole of Japan. From north Wakkanai to southwest Kagoshima, across the sea to Daegu, South Korea, sleeping ones rolled over, disoriented, sure that there had been something pinging their sleep-dulled senses. Those who were awake looked toward Tokyo. Something in the fabric of existence had shifted. To those with evil hearts within a few miles' radius of the epicenter, the pink light had the effect of an atomic bomb. In that moment, they disintegrated upon being bathed in the uncontrolled power.

The exodus had only just begun.

Tomorrow, realtors would look on in confusion as hundreds of thousands of apartments, townhouses, and private residences were put on the market. Businesses ranging from flower stands to international conglomerates would close their doors, stating their intention to look elsewhere for their livelihood. Harajuku, that diverse, modern cultural center of the city, would empty overnight. Hundreds of government administrative posts would be forsaken, as the elected begged release for health reasons. Nearly 300,000 desks would find themselves bereft of the students they were used to holding.

The human population would be left blinking in the aftermath as every concealed youkai inhabitant of the Tokyo Metropolitan Area suddenly found it imperative to locate themselves elsewhere.

Higurashi-san, in those first few minutes, looked down at the tiny wrapped bundle held securely in his wife's arms. Though he was an ordained Shinto priest employed at his ancient family shrine, he was completely unaware of the turmoil the tiny bundle had caused the city in her first few moments of life. He possessed approximately as much spiritual power as his father before him. He had read of the turmoil she would cause, had caused, in the distant past, not knowing, never knowing, that it was her. He spared not a thought for the distant future.

His first child. A beautiful, precious daughter.

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