InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Life's Changes: Kagome ❯ A Bit of Interest ( Chapter 4 )

My older cousin brought up a very valid point. Scars are reminders that the past is real. She got from a song, or so she claims. >.< Anywho! I'm now on chapter four for Life's Changes: Kagome! Yay! Yes I've changed the title just because it fits for what I have in mind much better than just `Life's Changes.' So here is a thank you to my beta, Inuyashas4ever from Mediaminer.org and my new friend Spirituality from Fanfiction.net! This fic is dedicated to you ladies! ^. ^ Also: At the Higurashi Shrine all they have is the God Tree there is no well house!! That's at her `Grandma' Nanashii's house!

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. But my mind says differently.

 

 

 

Life's Changes: Kagome

Chapter Four

I'm a WHAT?!

 

 

Inuyasha stared in shock at the young woman in front of him. Why was she so familiar?!

 

“Matsushita?! What are you doing at the shrine?!” Now he remembered. She was Kagome Higurashi.

 

“What are you doing at the shrine Higurashi?” He retorted. An elegant black eyebrow rose as she coughed lightly.

 

“Umm, this is the Higurashi Shrine dumbass.” Kagome stated slowly as if talking to an idiot. `Oh wait, he is an idiot.'

 

Inuyasha gave her a blank look before narrowing his amber eyes. “What did you just say to me bitch?”

 

Kagome growled low in her throat before replying. “I just called you a dumbass, dumbass.”

 

By this time both of them were nose to nose growling and glowering at each other with barely contained animosity. That's when the heavy insults, large words mainly coming from Kagome, started to fly.

 

“You wench how dare you call me a dumbass?!” Inuyasha yelled. Kagome's eyes narrowed even more, if possible, as she screamed back at him. “Why you insipid asshole! Don't you ever call me a wench again.”

 

“I can call you whatever I wanna call you, wench.” Inuyasha stated with a smirk. Kagome growled menacingly again only to have it returned ten fold.

 

“That's it! I hate you. I hope you die horribly you arrogant, pigheaded, dog!” Kagome shrieked before pivoting on her bare foot and stomping back towards the shrine's souvenir shop, Ayame following her while laughing. “Men!” She yelled again, ducking into the doorway, as a still laughing Ayame followed close behind.

 

 

 

“Kagome? This is your little cousin Nariko.” Kaname Higurashi stated standing next to her son and a little girl.

 

The little girl was around six years old with long reddish black hair flowing down her back. Her eyes were a light brown mixed with black. Nariko's eyes were cat like and her face was petite. The little girl's nose was tipped with black.

 

She smiled up at Kagome shyly, showing off a pair of sharp canines. “Hewo `Gome.”

 

Kagome's violet eyes lit up as she leaned down and hugged the little girl. “Kawaii, Nari-Chan! And your name almost fits. Nari-Chan and Miro-Chan. With `Yame-Chan and Kago-Chan.”

 

The black haired woman hugged her little cousin close. She saw her aunt visibly relax at the show of affection between Kagome and Nariko. She relaxed even more when Nariko allowed Kagome to hold her orange stuffed cat, Ryu.

 

“He's Kawaii, just like you Nari-Chan. Did you know that I used to have a stuffed dog? His name was Ryo. Let me see if I can find him in my old room.” The older girl giggled.

 

Kagome tugged on Nariko's hand gently and led her into her old room in search of Ryo. Moments later Kagome was holding a stuffed black dog. He was a little worn but that didn't keep the twenty year old from hugging him like she used to when she was little.

 

Nariko watched Kagome intensely, her large blackish brown eyes wide with happiness. Tentatively Nariko reached out and touched the stuffed dog. Giggling she handed her stuffed cat to Kagome.

 

Kagome grinned, the sharp point of her canines catching the light. Nariko's eyes widened even more. “You're just wike me, `Gome.”

 

Slender black eyebrows furrowed as the young woman frowned at the little girl. “How so, Nari-Chan?”

 

Nariko giggled before answering her elder cousin. “It's okay `Gome. I'm a hanyou too!”

 

At that Kagome's eyes shot up. “I'm sorry sweetie but hanyous and youkai don't exist.” It was Nariko's turn to frown as she disagreed. “No, `Gome. I'm a neko hanyou! You're an inu hanyou I fink.”

 

Kagome shook her head. “No, Nari-Chan. They don't exist.” Nariko's eyes narrowed as she hissed in frustration. “No, no, no, `Gome! Dey do exist! And we're hanyous too!”

 

Kagome sighed and shook her head. “No….” Nariko cut her off angrily, cat eyes blazing. “Hanyous do exist `Gome and whether you wike it or not you are one!” The small child stomped her right foot and scrunched up her nose. “Since when have you seen a human with purple eyes?! And what `bout super heawing or super speed or, or, or sharp smewwing or sharp fingernaiws! You have aww of dat don't you?” (Fingernaiws- fingernails, smewwing- smelling, and heawing- hearing aww- all)

 

The adult woman's eyes widened as she stumbled away from Nariko and dashed out the door. She heard a faint `See!' at the door to the house.

 

Kagome sprinted towards the Goshinboku and jumped up high into the branches, tears in her eyes.

 

 

(Kagome's POV)

 

 

I don't honestly know if I should believe Nariko or not. Sure I know I'm odd but I'm not a hanyou…am I?

 

I mean…I'm always telling myself: Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not real. So why can't I seem to convince myself that I'm not what Nariko told me I am?

 

I don't know my real father, and he could have been a youkai…right? I do have sharper senses and abilities than normal. I could be a youkai right? But, there's only one way to find out. I'm going to go visit the old hag. Here I come Grandma Nanashii.

 

 

 

 

I dragged a very reluctant Ayame behind me to visit our `grandma.' Her name was Nanashii and she was my old sensei. She'd taught me everything she knew about being a Miko. Now, don't get me wrong, just because I called her a hag doesn't mean she's not somewhat…pretty. It just means that there are too many wrinkles to actually tell. I honestly don't know how old she is but frankly, its old enough for her to smell like old people, wildflowers, and baby powder. When it's together it smells pretty awful.

 

Ayame knew the old lady because of me. I brought Ayame along with me once when we were six to meet Nanashii. The old woman had taken to Ayame and after that the red headed moron was welcome at anytime to the small shrine. The only reason Ayame's reluctant now is because we haven't visited Nanashii in a while. But it's important now. I have to know if I'm a hanyou or not. And since Ayame has a lot of the same problems as me, I figured she could be one as well.

 

I continued up the stone steps to the small shrine. This was my shrine away from the shrine. I used to love coming here almost as much as I loved the Goshinboku. But, I also liked Nanashii's well house. In a way Grandma Nanashii reminded me of Ji-chan. She was always telling me stories about the Sengoku Jidai and youkai as well as mikos and himes.

 

Ayame stopped struggling when we reached a small herb hut. Grandma Nanashii's scent was coming through the cracks in the door. I put my hand out tentatively. Just before I started to knock an aged voice reached my ears. “Come in girls.”

 

Ayame gave me a surprised look. We'd forgotten about Grandma Nanashii's `sixth sense.' I shrugged my shoulders at her look and opened the door.

 

“Ohayo Grandma Nanashii.” I stated bowing. Ayame did the same. Grandma Nanashii smiled and moved away from her herbs.

 

Her hair was the color of steel. A dark grey color. Her eyes were so brown they were nearly black. Grandma Nanashii was wearing clothes almost identical to my priestess robes. The only change being that her hakama were black.

 

“What do you want to speak to me about?” She asked. I could tell she already knew. She was probably just trying to get me to tell Ayame.

 

“Grandma Nanashii? Are we youkai?” I asked. The look Grandma Nanashii gave me put no doubts in my mind. She was going to tell the truth. The entire truth.

 

 

“First things first. Follow me.” She led both of us to her small shrine. Memories flew past my mental eye as I saw the well house. My Ji-chan had told me many stories about Grandma Nanashii's old well when he first found out where I spent all of my afternoons. Yet again it brings to mind the legend of the hanyou miko and the Shikon-no-Tama. I just can't seem to remember it at all!

 

There was a time when I was six and I'd fallen down the well. I hadn't woken up until four days had gone by and in between that time was a huge black spot. All I know is that after that day I wouldn't let my stuffed dog, Ryo, out of my arms. Nor would I sleep for long periods of time. It was around that time that I started to have an overeating problem.

 

When we reached her small three bedroom hut, I smiled. There had been many a night when I, as well as Ayame, had slept in the small room in the back next to the herb/book room. The hut was constructed like a hut you'd think of from about five hundred years ago. When I asked her why it wasn't built like any other houses I'd seen Grandma Nanashii had laughed. She'd explained that her hut was built five hundred fifty years ago in the times of the great Priestess Kikyou and the Shikon-no-Tama. (I'd always resented my sister for her good fortune. Being named after such a great priestess.)

 

Ayame, throughout the entire trip, had been silent and assessing. There was no doubt in my mind that she was thinking up asylums to place me in. But if my hunch was correct then we had a lot to talk to our families about. Well, she'd talk to her sisters and grandfather, whilst I'd talk to Ji-chan, Aunt Kaname, Miro-chan, and perhaps even Nariko.

 

Grandma Nanashii sat across the hearth from us on her favorite tatami mat. I recall times when the two of us had been informed of life, death, happiness, loneliness, and other things. I smiled as she started a small fire. I felt at home once more.

 

The old woman sighed softly. “Youkai, as well as hanyous, do indeed exist. Though why you'd want me to tell you is beyond me.” Grandma Nanashii fiddled with the sleeve of her haori. She startled the both of us by smiling. “Ever since the two of you were six, I'd wondered what would become of you. With you falling down the well.” She nodded towards me, before turning towards Ayame. “And you getting into that car crash. On the very same day. Both of you fell into a deep depression, and in turn, your bodies stopped working like a youkai's. They instead took on the process of a human's.

 

“Thus explaining how you got so fat.” She finished quietly. The two of us stared at Nanashii. The old woman took in stride before she started to get unnerved. “Well, you both saw some weird things so that's what happened….”

 

“Oh. Um, Grandma Nanashii?” I asked tentatively. “I am really a hanyou?”

 

She gave me a patient look. “Yes Kagome. You're an inu hanyou, born of Lord Susumu of the South.” I stared at her in shock. Before I could comment, however, she spoke once more. “Ayame, you are the daughter of Lord Usamu of the North. You are an ookami youkai. You, unlike Kagome, are full youkai.”

 

I looked over at Ayame quickly. That weirdo was a full youkai? That was pretty fuckin' messed up! I thought about saying that out loud but in the end, I chose to keep my mouth shut. It was a very wise decision.

 

“We're the daughters of taiyoukai?” Ayame asked while raising her eyebrows. “Wow. Talk about you're shocking news. We could be on Jerry Springer.”

 

I laughed at her reference to our favorite American talk show. Grandma Nanashii graced us both with the first and only confused look I'd ever seen her give. That only served to rekindle my laughter, and start Ayame with a fit of loud giggles.

 

“I will not ask either of you to explain. I really don't want to know what you're ever ecchi minds think of.” Grandma Nanashii mumbled standing. I glowered at her.

 

“We are not perverted! That's Miroku you're thinking of.” I pouted. She gave me a startled look before she started to chuckle.

 

“I suppose you're right.” Nanashii smiled at me warmly. “Now, off with you. Talk to the rest of your families, or in Kagome's case dog.”

 

I glared at her again. Of course, the old bat ignored me and turned away from us. With a sigh I followed Ayame outside, thinking about my heritage. I failed to notice the cold wind nip at my shoulders. What I fool I was not to.

 

 

 

 

I know I know. Short chapters aren't any fun, but I really wanted to post this up. You can't rush art. (receives glares from readers.) (sweat drops) Okay maybe you can. Review please! ^.^