InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Poison ❯ The New Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

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1-- The New Beginning

Kimeko gazed out the foggy glass window, entranced by the great expanse of greenery blinking past. Her black hair shimmered as she squinted from the sun, amethyst eyes immediately darting back to the ancient “Forest of InuYasha” before she was flung back to awareness by a gruff call of “We’re home!”
Kimeko couldn’t believe it. Her new house was a shrine! And it was so close to the forest… And there was even a humongous tree in the backyard, so huge Kimeko didn’t even need her daddy to pick her up to see it. The small five year old would have so much fun climbing it! The path to the tree, however… all those steps….
As soon as she reached the top step, Kimeko broke into a mad dash for the house.
The door was locked, and since her parents weren’t even halfway up the steps yet, (slowpokes!) Kimeko decided to explore the rest of the place. The tree, she realized with a pout, begun sprouting branches too high out of her reach, and the pretty string of papers hanging from its trunk wouldn’t help her at all. So, due to the average attention span of any five year old, Kimeko strolled away, already bored, to further examine the little house behind the shrine. She opened the door and was surprised to find, at the bottom of a small set of stairs, a well. Mesmerized, Kimeko hopped down the steps and to the well, peering down into the depths. On an impulse, she heaved herself onto the lip, curious to know if she’d find any water at the bottom, but couldn’t see it. With a dramatic sigh, the little girl reached a foot behind her and brushed something furry. With a squeal, she yanked her leg back and lost her balance, tumbling into the pit, and landing with a soft thump, on her wrist. She cried out in pain and was shocked to see, instead of the well house interior, a pair of wide golden eyes.
“Uh… hi..?” squeaked the boy attached to the eyes. His long silver hair glimmered blue in the moonlight when he leaned over to see her face, and his eyes shone, although it was too dark out to see his face clearly.
Kimeko didn’t answer him. Her eyes watered from the pain in her wrist, and from simple fear. Her lips trembled, but before she burst into tears, the boy tossed a long green vine to her. Gratefully, Kimeko reached out to grab the vine, but cried out again as soon as her hand made contact. She whimpered and clutched her arm to her chest, tears flowing freely now to stain the well’s dirt floor. The boy looked down with concern, and Kimeko didn’t notice him jump down to her until he was just in front of her. He carefully took her injured hand in both of his own, and Kimeko noticed the length of his fingernails, more like claws, when he carefully felt along her wrist. She winced as the boy put a slight pressure on it.
Sitting back, the boy thought for a while, quiet, and gave Kimeko a chance to study him. In a too-large red outfit, he appeared no older than six. And there, nestled on either side of his face, were two fuzzy little triangles, unrecognizable in the dark.
Finally, the boy seemed to come to a decision. Careful not to touch her wrist, the boy hoisted Kimeko onto his back and muttered, “Hold on.” before leaping up to land on the well’s rim. When he set her down, Kimeko looked around in awe. Gone were the shrine and well house, replaced with a lush greenery that extended farther than the eye could see. A sense of familiarity struck her, and she breathed, “I knew it…” receiving an odd look from her companion.
“Thank you,” she added hastily, turning toward the boy, “Where am I?”
And the boy tossed back his hair and puffed out his chest and announced, “You’re in my forest, silly.”
Kimeko thought for a moment, and a large grin spread on her features.
“The forest of InuYasha?” she queried.
The boy‘s pride slid to suspicion. “How’d you know my name? Who are you?”
Kimeko smiled. “So you’re InuYasha? I’m Kimeko. Thanks for getting me out.” She momentarily forgot her injured wrist and held out a hand to shake, but a moment was all it took, and she shuddered involuntarily as a searing pain shot up her arm. The boy glanced down at her wrist.
“Come on.” he said, “My mother can fix that.”
He smiled and started walking, then stopped and looked back, waiting for Kimeko to catch up to him. Kimeko stared at him, unsure. Her parents had always told her not to go anywhere with strangers. The again, he was the only other person present, and he did say his mom could fix her wrist…
She followed him into the trees.