InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lady Kagome ❯ Chapter 50 ( Chapter 50 )
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By: Nile 
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.31.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 533 | Status: Work In Progress
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Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.31.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 533 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome wiped her brow from the sweat after her long jog. Although she no longer was in Sengoku Jidai, she still got up right before dawn and went through her swordsmanship on the shrine grounds before taking a long jog. Being youkai gave her boundless energy and frankly, if she had not started a morning regime, then she would have been restless and irritable.
She looked to the sky, seeing the sun right over the horizon and made her way back to the shrine so she could get ready for classes. She decided to major in archaeology with strong points in history, art conservation, archive and museum studies, as well as media studies. She decided that she had lived history enough that perhaps that was the best thing for her, as a museum curator. She really had not been cool with hanging out with her giggly high school friends and it seemed like a respectable career. Plus, it would allow her to be able to submit any thesis she wanted that would allow her to try to find out how Sesshoumaru and Inu Yasha faired.
It had been two years since she had left. She thought of them daily, occasionally becoming a bit wistful until Yukari or Myra would whisk her off to some place fun. Her fellow shrine maidens were not typical and often liked to party, but they were honourable and dedicated. Although Kagome was not the party type, she tolerated going with them as they made excuses that she could protect them if some jerk tried anything at the club. They kept the shrine in shape as she attended college and worked in her apprenticeship at the city museum. If it had not been for the fact her family had given many artifacts to the museum and that Kagome already had vast knowledge on some eras pertaining to those items, then she would have not been considered as an apprentice. She often gave small tours or went with the curator to obtain more artifacts to display at the museum. Her current project was a joint project with her senior thesis. She wanted to write about Sengoku Jidai in a deeper aspect than mentioned by scholars. She wanted to touch on how so many fables of youkai were born during that era and even a mention of the Shikon no Tama itself. Many books had mentioned various stories about the jewel, some even close to the truth. But it was like all youkai had vanished. It made Kagome feel quite alone at the thought that she could possibly be the only youkai alive.
‘Surely I’m not the only youkai alive?’
Her apprenticeship was not an easy job. The pay was acceptable, but Kagome was okay with that. She had enough money that she did not need a job, but without a job, it was like her morning ritual, she would likely become restless and irritable. Being youkai had its advantages. Before her transformation to her true self, she had not been much of a scholar. She managed to scrap by with good grades, but at the sacrifice of sleepless nights at home and in Sengoku Jidai on her quest. Now, she practically was a vacuum for information. She could read and understand better, even higher mathematics. It certainly helped her in college and her job.
She made her way up the steps of the shrine and into her home to get ready for classes. On Tuesdays and Wednesdays she only had two morning classes, which left her afternoon hours to work in the museum. Once fresh, and dressed she hopped back down the long staircase to the nearest bus stop with her books snugly packed the her backpack. Once within the bus, she found it crowded as usual and it made her nose want to crawl away.
‘No wonder Inu Yasha complained. I can never get over how much difference in smell my time is for a human versus a youkai.’
Eventually after fifteen minutes, she pulled the lever to alert the bus driver to stop so she could get off and go to the next bus which took her directly to the university. She almost felt like a robot, her feet going in the same steps every day, very monotonous. It was almost making her crazy.
‘I was suppose to be with them. Not here!’
Kagome was not paying much attention to her surroundings when her walk was abruptly halted, sending her unceremoniously to the concrete sidewalk. She scowled and slowly rose, rubbing her sore butt. It would only be sore for a few seconds, but it still was not a pain she relished.
“Okaa- san, after 500 years, I thought that perhaps as a youkai you might be a bit more graceful,” a mirthful boyish voice said.
‘Okaa- san?’ she asked perplexed and slowly let her eyes drift upward.
She finally focused and it was a young man, almost as old as her with green eyes and auburn hair. He was handsome, but Kagome could not understand why this man called her ‘okaa- san.’
“I guess you don’t recognize me,” he smiled and then closed his eyes.
A gentle wind circled him and then touched her. Her mind flooded with images of a small kitsune with green eyes and unruly auburn hair.
‘This is an image of Shippou,’ she said, finding that she had closed her eyes. ‘This is…. Shippou.”
Her eyes filled with tears as she opened them to see Shippou there holding his arms out, welcoming her to embrace him. She did so fiercely, almost squeezing him until he grunted out that he was hugging him too tightly.
“Oh kami, I never thought I’d see anyone. It’s been two years for me and not one word,” Kagome said, wiping her eyes with her sleeve cuff, half embracing Shippou.
He was almost as tall as her, but from experience, kitsune youkai never grew to be very tall. He seemed to be well off as he was wear a three piece suit and it was impeccable.
“I know. I’m sorry I hadn’t come sooner,” he replied sadly.
Kagome looked at her watch. She could not miss her class and she was cutting it close that she would have to run. Shippou noticed her fidgetting and asked, “Do you need to be somewhere, okaa- san?”
“Hai, my classes. I have twenty minutes to get there. Is there a way I can meet you later?” she asked, seeing him disappointed that she needed to go somewhere.
“Here is my card. Call me and we can meet up. Lots to catch up,” Shippou smiled, producing a card from his front shirt pocket.
Kagome hugged Shippou one last time, kissed him on the cheek, and then ran off towards class.
She looked to the sky, seeing the sun right over the horizon and made her way back to the shrine so she could get ready for classes. She decided to major in archaeology with strong points in history, art conservation, archive and museum studies, as well as media studies. She decided that she had lived history enough that perhaps that was the best thing for her, as a museum curator. She really had not been cool with hanging out with her giggly high school friends and it seemed like a respectable career. Plus, it would allow her to be able to submit any thesis she wanted that would allow her to try to find out how Sesshoumaru and Inu Yasha faired.
It had been two years since she had left. She thought of them daily, occasionally becoming a bit wistful until Yukari or Myra would whisk her off to some place fun. Her fellow shrine maidens were not typical and often liked to party, but they were honourable and dedicated. Although Kagome was not the party type, she tolerated going with them as they made excuses that she could protect them if some jerk tried anything at the club. They kept the shrine in shape as she attended college and worked in her apprenticeship at the city museum. If it had not been for the fact her family had given many artifacts to the museum and that Kagome already had vast knowledge on some eras pertaining to those items, then she would have not been considered as an apprentice. She often gave small tours or went with the curator to obtain more artifacts to display at the museum. Her current project was a joint project with her senior thesis. She wanted to write about Sengoku Jidai in a deeper aspect than mentioned by scholars. She wanted to touch on how so many fables of youkai were born during that era and even a mention of the Shikon no Tama itself. Many books had mentioned various stories about the jewel, some even close to the truth. But it was like all youkai had vanished. It made Kagome feel quite alone at the thought that she could possibly be the only youkai alive.
‘Surely I’m not the only youkai alive?’
Her apprenticeship was not an easy job. The pay was acceptable, but Kagome was okay with that. She had enough money that she did not need a job, but without a job, it was like her morning ritual, she would likely become restless and irritable. Being youkai had its advantages. Before her transformation to her true self, she had not been much of a scholar. She managed to scrap by with good grades, but at the sacrifice of sleepless nights at home and in Sengoku Jidai on her quest. Now, she practically was a vacuum for information. She could read and understand better, even higher mathematics. It certainly helped her in college and her job.
She made her way up the steps of the shrine and into her home to get ready for classes. On Tuesdays and Wednesdays she only had two morning classes, which left her afternoon hours to work in the museum. Once fresh, and dressed she hopped back down the long staircase to the nearest bus stop with her books snugly packed the her backpack. Once within the bus, she found it crowded as usual and it made her nose want to crawl away.
‘No wonder Inu Yasha complained. I can never get over how much difference in smell my time is for a human versus a youkai.’
Eventually after fifteen minutes, she pulled the lever to alert the bus driver to stop so she could get off and go to the next bus which took her directly to the university. She almost felt like a robot, her feet going in the same steps every day, very monotonous. It was almost making her crazy.
‘I was suppose to be with them. Not here!’
Kagome was not paying much attention to her surroundings when her walk was abruptly halted, sending her unceremoniously to the concrete sidewalk. She scowled and slowly rose, rubbing her sore butt. It would only be sore for a few seconds, but it still was not a pain she relished.
“Okaa- san, after 500 years, I thought that perhaps as a youkai you might be a bit more graceful,” a mirthful boyish voice said.
‘Okaa- san?’ she asked perplexed and slowly let her eyes drift upward.
She finally focused and it was a young man, almost as old as her with green eyes and auburn hair. He was handsome, but Kagome could not understand why this man called her ‘okaa- san.’
“I guess you don’t recognize me,” he smiled and then closed his eyes.
A gentle wind circled him and then touched her. Her mind flooded with images of a small kitsune with green eyes and unruly auburn hair.
‘This is an image of Shippou,’ she said, finding that she had closed her eyes. ‘This is…. Shippou.”
Her eyes filled with tears as she opened them to see Shippou there holding his arms out, welcoming her to embrace him. She did so fiercely, almost squeezing him until he grunted out that he was hugging him too tightly.
“Oh kami, I never thought I’d see anyone. It’s been two years for me and not one word,” Kagome said, wiping her eyes with her sleeve cuff, half embracing Shippou.
He was almost as tall as her, but from experience, kitsune youkai never grew to be very tall. He seemed to be well off as he was wear a three piece suit and it was impeccable.
“I know. I’m sorry I hadn’t come sooner,” he replied sadly.
Kagome looked at her watch. She could not miss her class and she was cutting it close that she would have to run. Shippou noticed her fidgetting and asked, “Do you need to be somewhere, okaa- san?”
“Hai, my classes. I have twenty minutes to get there. Is there a way I can meet you later?” she asked, seeing him disappointed that she needed to go somewhere.
“Here is my card. Call me and we can meet up. Lots to catch up,” Shippou smiled, producing a card from his front shirt pocket.
Kagome hugged Shippou one last time, kissed him on the cheek, and then ran off towards class.