InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Past, Present, and Future ❯ Demon's Return ( Chapter 11 )
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By: SilentTaiyoukai 
Shippo returns to Japan.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 01.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 511 | Visits: 343 | Status: Work In Progress
Shippo returns to Japan.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 01.09.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 511 | Visits: 343 | Status: Work In Progress
Out of the four of them, Shizuka has always been the one who had the easiest time blending in. Put a baseball cap over her ears and she could walk right out the door. Her aura was decidedly weak, and no human would look twice at her. She was also the only one of them that held a normal job.
Well, if you could the crazy shifts she sometimes worked normal.
Though there was nothing outwardly odd about him, save maybe his flaming red ponytail, he could feel that there were many eyes upon him. The humans couldn’t see anything of his true nature, but they all knew there was something ethereal about him.
The same was true of Sesshoumaru, even more so since the taiyoukai refused to have any kitsune magic placed upon him. They would catch sight of a striped wrist or the moon behind his bangs in tandem with their intuition of his inhuman nature, and everyone would be staring. Sesshoumaru had never cared what humans thought of him in his thin disguise.
Even in his thick veil of magic, Shippo had been just a bit wary in the beginning. It was strange to have so many eyes upon him. But he was a grown kitsune now. They had been disguising themselves as humans for near to three-hundred years, and the wary feeling had faded away.
He glanced a look at the tabby cat trailing along behind him. She gave a small mewl and he smiled at her. Kirara never cared what people thought of her, either.
It was the first time in a long time that he‘d been in Tokyo. He traveled and traipsed across the world in the four years they’d waited for Kagome to disappear through the well, especially in the last year.
When Sesshoumaru reasoned that only his intervention would open the well again, Shippo left for Russia. When Sesshoumaru pushed Kagome through the well, he had been sightseeing in St. Petersburg.
He didn’t want to be there and feel the final flash of magic, knowing it would never happen again. And besides, he couldn’t say goodbye to her anyway.
Shizuka could wave Kagome through to Sengoku Jidai since Kagome wouldn’t know her for another year or so, but he could not. He couldn’t imagine the confusion on her face if she saw him fully grown. She would have enough things to worry about knowing that Sesshoumaru of all people was the one to send her back into the past. Looking back, he couldn’t imagine how she had dealt with the things she had known beforehand. She had taken everything without a word of frustration.
They had watched over her for four years and saw nothing but frowns. At least she would find her happiness in the past.
With a smile on his face, Shippo slowly ascended the stairs to the Higurashi shrine.
Well, if you could the crazy shifts she sometimes worked normal.
Though there was nothing outwardly odd about him, save maybe his flaming red ponytail, he could feel that there were many eyes upon him. The humans couldn’t see anything of his true nature, but they all knew there was something ethereal about him.
The same was true of Sesshoumaru, even more so since the taiyoukai refused to have any kitsune magic placed upon him. They would catch sight of a striped wrist or the moon behind his bangs in tandem with their intuition of his inhuman nature, and everyone would be staring. Sesshoumaru had never cared what humans thought of him in his thin disguise.
Even in his thick veil of magic, Shippo had been just a bit wary in the beginning. It was strange to have so many eyes upon him. But he was a grown kitsune now. They had been disguising themselves as humans for near to three-hundred years, and the wary feeling had faded away.
He glanced a look at the tabby cat trailing along behind him. She gave a small mewl and he smiled at her. Kirara never cared what people thought of her, either.
It was the first time in a long time that he‘d been in Tokyo. He traveled and traipsed across the world in the four years they’d waited for Kagome to disappear through the well, especially in the last year.
When Sesshoumaru reasoned that only his intervention would open the well again, Shippo left for Russia. When Sesshoumaru pushed Kagome through the well, he had been sightseeing in St. Petersburg.
He didn’t want to be there and feel the final flash of magic, knowing it would never happen again. And besides, he couldn’t say goodbye to her anyway.
Shizuka could wave Kagome through to Sengoku Jidai since Kagome wouldn’t know her for another year or so, but he could not. He couldn’t imagine the confusion on her face if she saw him fully grown. She would have enough things to worry about knowing that Sesshoumaru of all people was the one to send her back into the past. Looking back, he couldn’t imagine how she had dealt with the things she had known beforehand. She had taken everything without a word of frustration.
They had watched over her for four years and saw nothing but frowns. At least she would find her happiness in the past.
With a smile on his face, Shippo slowly ascended the stairs to the Higurashi shrine.