InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ No Face, No Name, No Number ❯ Part I ( Chapter 1 )

IMPORTANT Author’s Note: This is a short story told in no specific chronological order (I kind of Tarantino-ed this one) . It is hard to follow at times, but the end will have everything wrapped up in pretty pink bows for you guys.

On another note the inspiration for this was “A Rose For Emily” couldn’t tell you the author if I wanted to, which, ironically, I do.

This turned out so long that I had to split it up into three parts, Lol. It turned out the first to parts were like five pages and the last part ended up 19 pages. That’s just how I had to do it or it would have spilt up into suckey places.   No Face, No Name, No Number Part I

Kagome threw open the window in her small room. The roof of the main house blocked out her sun, but she could feel the hot dry wind on her exposed chest. She took a deep breath in and smiled.

She was the next heir to the Eastern Lands and she lived in the smallest, darkest room in the house. It wasn’t attached to the rest of home, but it was on the back of the ground next to the God Tree, Goshinboku. Her bed was a small cluster of blankets and small pillows. All of her kimono sets, however, were in impeccable condition and she was ready for any sort of public appearance. Not that there would be any soon, she was practically a recluse (she had to say it wasn‘t by choice, but she wasn‘t complaining).

She was too preoccupied to hear Sango walk into her small living area, sliding open the thin shoji screen almost silently. “Kagome-chan…?” Kagome shot out of her small bed area and looked around frantically, not that it did any good. “Kagome-chan, it’s ok. It’s only me.”

Sango’s soothing voice calmed her and she smiled to her good friend. “Sango-chan, it’s so nice to see you early in the morning. Usually only Houshi-sama comes this early.”

The older girl let out a small laugh and shifted her weight from one foot to the other. It was a nervous motion in order to keep from spilling what had really happened to the young monk. “Well, anyways,” Sango started, staring at Kagome as she fixed her small dressing gown, “We were thinking that it may be beneficial that you get out today, you know get a little air. Just come… see some stuff with us.”

“See?” Kagome laughed and touched her stomach. “I don’t know… I don’t know my way around, and-”

Sango sighed loudly. “The only place you know your way around is this stifling cave you call a room!”

“Sango…” Kagome’s façade immediately turned serious. “I had a strange feeling, you know, like something isn’t right.” Kagome tapped her finger to her chin. “Come to think of it, I had a pretty strange dream last night.”

“Oh?”

Kagome nodded slowly. Sango had been with her younger friend for the better part of fifteen years now, acting both as the princess’ protector and confidant. Sango knew the girl better than anyone else, yet could count on one hand the number of times her best friend had ever cried. It was odd to think about Kagome’s unique sight, compared to her own.

Since Sango had known Kagome, the heiress had not had normal sight. Her eyes were always hauntingly blank, indicating she couldn’t see the world around her. No one, not even Kagome’s closest friend, knew of the reason the young girl couldn’t see. It had, after all, been what Kagome’s mother had considered “A sour tale, that’s far less exciting than we would have you believe.” Sango had guessed that this probably meant the girl had been impaired at birth. Kagome’s mother never denied this, yet she never made any declaration to affirm the suspicion.

“Yeah, the dream showed me Goshinboku, only there was a… boy pinned by some sort of sacred relic.” Kagome face scrunched up. “The boy wasn’t dead, I could see his breath and his face appeared no where in any of the gates of the afterlife. The feeling from the artifact was the strangest I have ever felt.”

Sango’s eyebrows rose.

“It felt like… like the feeling that Kikyou left me right before she passed.”

Higurashi Kikyou was Kagome’s much older sister by a different father. The two never really talked to each other, yet they never really hated each other, either. The aura that Kikyou had carried with her whilst in life was incredibly rare. It exuded a strange pureness, but only Kagome could truly see the small grey, that hovered like a storm cloud, over her aura.

A tainted pure priestess. She was a true paradox in motion.

Sango seemed a bit wide-eyed. “But Kikyou was…”

Kagome nodded solemnly as she threw a green silk kimono over her soft dressing gown. In a flourish, she had her hair tied and held by a pearl hair comb.

“I know. And, trust me, I am well aware she has been dead for a year, but it was there. Undeniably there. I can’t explain it, but it was there today, when went to the Jidaiji. It’s there now. Something of her is in that object, Sango.”

Sango nodded solemnly, “I thought the damn houshi was kidding when he was going on about bad feelings last evening.”

~*~

Miroku smiled broadly at the young female figure in front of him. Her frown was small, cute even, but he was not detoured. “Kagome-chan.” he crossed his arms. “Sango-chan said that if I let you go in there, that she’ll kill Uncle Miro-chan. Do you want Uncle to die by Auntie?”

Kagome’s bright smile turned back on, and she nodded vigorously. “Yeah! Yeah!”

Miroku just shook his head. The young monk bowed slightly to an approaching figure and Kagome wailed in delight. Kagome was only four, and Miroku could fully understand being so happy at just the mere sight of her mother, but he had to hold her back from jumping on the ailing woman.

“Higurashi-sama.” His bow deepened and his hold tightened on Kagome, drawing a long, loud yell from the small child.

The elder Higurashi smiled slightly before offering a small bow. “So young and so serious, my dear monk. Let the girl go. She will be test to the sight. She must have sensed me anyhow, allow her to see if she can find me.”

A frown worked it’s way to the twenty year old boy’s face. He allowed Kagome to be free of his tight hold, and as soon as he let go she stumbled and fell. “Mama… mama!”

Her hands reached out feeling nothing but air in front of the girl’s face as she stood up. Her blank eyes went back and forth as if she could see her mother and the open field behind her.

Tears started falling down the young girl’s face. Miroku looked away as Sango rounded the house’s corner to see the young Kagome’s tears. “Oh what has Uncle done to you, Kagome-chan…”She trailed off seeing the girl’s mother smiling.

“Come on, daughter. You see me not.” The younger Higurashi let out a loud wail and ran to her mother’s arms. “Gain strength, my love.”

The mother stood and set her now contented daughter on the ground in front of her watchers. “Taijiya-san.”

Sango’s head jerked up and she stood up straight in the presence of her mistress.

“You are reaching your eleventh summer, are you not?”

The young youkai taijiya was surprised at the absolute warmth the older woman’s voice radiated. “Yes, Higurashi-sama. It is nearly a quarter cycle away.”

Higurashi-sama laughed a little. “We will have to find you something for that, a gift, will we not?”

“No, no Higurashi-sempai!”

“Oh, but eleven is your strongest year yet.”

Sango blushed a deep blood colour before bowing- almost touching the floor in earnest. Miroku appeared behind Sango, a giggling Kagome on his hip. He put a warm hand to the girl’s shoulder and her blush deepened. “I am agreed, Higurashi-sama. Eleven is indeed important.”