InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Shikon no Tama ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )
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By: TassanaBurrfoot 
Kagome tells the story of Cinderella
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.08.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Kagome tells the story of Cinderella
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.08.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever, owned any part of Inuyasha or his world. This is a work of fanfiction made entirely for the fans of Inuyasha to enjoy. This story is based off of Inuyasha characters that I do not own.
This is also a work of fiction. Any simularities to any real person, dead or alive, is completely coincidental.
Chapter Two:
"Once upon a time, in a far away land, there lived this little girl and her father. They lived on a small rice plantation. Her father loved her very much and always made sure she had everything she could ever want or need in life.
One of the things he thought she needed was a mother. Since her mother had passed away, he began looking for a wife who could take his daughter in and treat her as a mother should. He met a widowed woman who had two other daughters. Within a few months, they married and the little girl's new stepmother and her stepsisters moved into the plantation with her and her father.
Often times, the father would go away on trips to other kingdoms to sell his rice and other things they grew on the plantation. On one such trip, he suffered a severe heart attack and died..."
"What's a 'heart attack'?" Shippo asked, interrupting the story.
Kagome cringed slightly. She didn't like the idea of heart attacks. "A heart attack is when your heart stops beating. For some, the heart starts up again. For others, it just stops. Permanently."
"Back to the story?" Miroku asked.
Kagome nodded. "The little girl was heartbroken about her father. However, she still had her stepmother and stepsisters and they had been getting along quite well. She never expected things to change... And they did.
Her stepmother became cruel, uncaring, and unkind. She made the little girl a slave in the household. The stepsisters began calling her 'Cinderella' and throwing rocks and dirt at her whenever possible. So, it was as a slave that poor Cinderella grew up."
"That poor little girl. I'm surprised she didn't run away," Shippo interrupted yet again.
Inuyasha bonked him on the head. "Where was she going to run to, stupid?"
"Inuyasha! Don't hit him like that," Kagome reprimanded. "Just... listen to the story."
A little more irritated, Kagome continued, "Cinderella grew into a beautiful young maiden. She woke up early each morning and carried out her chores with vigour and life. She hummed and whistled sweet little songs and dreamed of a day when her prince would rescue her from her nightmare.
Her two stepsisters had grown as well. However, time wasn't as kind to them. The eldest of the two was two sizes too big for most of the clothing she wore. Not to mention, she was quite clumsy. The other sister was as skinny as a twig and quite ditzy.
So it happened that one day a page came to their door. The page announced a great party that was to be held in the name of the prince of the land. Not only that, but according to the announcement, the prince was to choose a bride from all the elegable ladies who attended.
Giddy and merry about the idea of becoming the prince's bride, the two stepsisters hurried to begin getting ready. Cinderella wanted to go to the party as well, but her stepmother told her she could not. After all, no prince would want a slave showing up at his party.
It was with a heavy heart that Cinderella continued with her daily chores.
On the night of the party, the stepsisters were decked out with their finest. The eldest wore a kimono of the brightest blue that had dancing birds all along the base. The youngest wore a yellow kimono that showed a great red dragon. Happy and secure in their beliefs that the prince would choose one of them, the stepsisters went to the party. The stepmother, wanting to ensure her daughters actually met the prince, followed them.
Disheartened, Cinderella went out into the plantation's garden. There, she sat on a bench and cried. Suddenly, a white ray streamed from the sky. Looking up, Cinderella watched as an elderly woman appeared from the light.
'My dear, what is wrong?' the elderly, but kind-looking woman asked.
Sniffling, Cinderella answered, 'I want to go to the party as well. But, I can't.'
'And why not?' the woman asked.
Again, Cinderella responded, 'I'm nothing but a servant girl. I'm dirty and ragged. No prince would ever want me.'
The woman shook her head. 'In that, my dear, you are mistaken,' she told the poor girl. 'You are the daughter of a wealthy plantation owner. You are very beautiful and full of grace. I have been listening to your prayers and tonight, I'm here to grant them.'
'Who are you?" Cinderella asked, looking at the woman oddly.
'I'm your fairy godmother, dear. No, let's have a look at you,' she said. The elderly woman walked around the young maiden and nodded. 'First, you need something to ride in. A coach.'
The woman looked around the garden and saw a small boulder. She took out a wand and pointed it at the rock. Saying a few magical words, she turned the boulder into a golden coach. Then, she spotted some field mice playing near the fountain. With a wave of her wand, the four mice turned into four white horses. Seeing the house dog, the woman waved her wand one more time and turned the dog into a coachman.
'Now, off to the party,' the fairy godmother said, trying to usher Cinderella to the coach.
'But what about my clothes?' Cinderella hesitated.
The fairy godmother looked at what Cinderella was wearing and her eyes grew wide. 'You can't go to the party looking like that!' she exclaimed.
She circled the young maiden and then smiled. 'I know the perfect thing,' she whispered.
With a wave of her wand, Cinderella's rags turned into the most beautiful kimono Cinderella had ever seen. Made of the whitest silk, the kimono displayed a Japanese garden. Cherry blossom leaves glided along the top. She went to the fountain to admire herself and saw that she also wore pale face paint and had red, red lips. Her long black hair was done in a beautiful style that showed she was a maiden looking for a husband.
Cinderella turned to thank her fairy godmother. As she did, she noticed the elderly woman was holding a pair of sandals. They were glass sandals. The fairy godmother handed the sandals to Cinderella and the young maiden slipped them on.
'Now remember, my child. You must be back before midnight, for by midnight, all will be as it was before,' the old woman warned her.
Cinderella nodded and thanked the fairy godmother profusely. Then, she was in the coach and on her way to her first party.
The party was wonderful. There was dinner and entertainment. Many people were talking and eating and having a great time. Cinderella entered the party and smiled.
Suddenly, the music stopped and everyone turned to look at her. For a moment, Cinderella feared they had noticed she was a servant girl. Then, the crowd parted and the most handsome man she had ever seen began walking towards her. Her heart began beating faster as he stepped up to her. He took her hand into his and kissed the back of it.
The night had been a dream. A wonderful dream which Cinderella prayed she would never wake up from. The night was filled with her and the prince talking and laughing. They drank sake and ate pocky. Then, she asked for the time. Realizing it was ten minutes to midnight, Cinderella dashed away from the party.
The prince tried to stop her. In her mad dash, she had lost one of her glass sandals. Cinderella ran all the way home. By the time she got there, her kimono was gone and turned back into rags. What had once been white makeup was now soot again. Her beautiful hair fell to her shoulders in tangles. But... she looked down at her feet and noticed she still had one of her glass sandals. She picked it up and went to her room in the servant quarters. There, she hid it in the bottom most part of her dresser.
A few days after the party, a page came to the plantation to announce that the prince was on a hunt. Whatever girl fit a glass sandal, he was going to take as his bride. The whole house was in an uproar. The two stepsisters ran around trying to get ready to see the prince.
It was the stepmother who noticed Cinderella's own interest in meeting the prince. The stepmother had wondered about the strange woman who had shown up at the party. The beautiful woman who had swept the prince off his feet and away from everyone else who was there. It was then she placed the woman's face. It had been Cinderella.
Angered at the betrayal and not wanting Cinderella to be happy, the stepmother locked Cinderella in her room. Cinderella banged on the door and begged to be let out. She cried when her cruel stepmother did not answer her pleas.
She slid onto the floor and listened as the prince and his entourage came into the house. Tears streamed down her face.
'Why do you cry, Cinderella?' asked a voice.
Cinderella looked up to see her fairy godmother sitting near her bed. Cinderella stammered, 'It's m..my sandal and... all I ever wanted...'
The woman nodded. 'Why don't you try opening the door? And don't forget your other sandal.'
Curious, Cinderella rose from the floor and slid the door open with ease. Excited, she ran to her dresser and pulled out the other sandal. She ran into the living room just in time to see her second stepsister try on the other sandal. In her earnest to get the sandal to fit, the stepsister pulled on the sandal. It flew from her grasp and hit the wooden floor. The sandal shattered.
Everyone gasped and the prince knelt by the broken glass. 'Now, I'll never find her,' he said.
'Don't lose hope,' Cinderella told him. The prince looked up and gazed into the eyes of his love. With music in her voice, Cinderella said, 'I have the other sandal if you want it.'
She held the glass sandal out and handed it to him. With a large smile, he placed the sandal on her delicate foot. Cinderella and her prince were married and they lived happily ever after..."
This is also a work of fiction. Any simularities to any real person, dead or alive, is completely coincidental.
Chapter Two:
"Once upon a time, in a far away land, there lived this little girl and her father. They lived on a small rice plantation. Her father loved her very much and always made sure she had everything she could ever want or need in life.
One of the things he thought she needed was a mother. Since her mother had passed away, he began looking for a wife who could take his daughter in and treat her as a mother should. He met a widowed woman who had two other daughters. Within a few months, they married and the little girl's new stepmother and her stepsisters moved into the plantation with her and her father.
Often times, the father would go away on trips to other kingdoms to sell his rice and other things they grew on the plantation. On one such trip, he suffered a severe heart attack and died..."
"What's a 'heart attack'?" Shippo asked, interrupting the story.
Kagome cringed slightly. She didn't like the idea of heart attacks. "A heart attack is when your heart stops beating. For some, the heart starts up again. For others, it just stops. Permanently."
"Back to the story?" Miroku asked.
Kagome nodded. "The little girl was heartbroken about her father. However, she still had her stepmother and stepsisters and they had been getting along quite well. She never expected things to change... And they did.
Her stepmother became cruel, uncaring, and unkind. She made the little girl a slave in the household. The stepsisters began calling her 'Cinderella' and throwing rocks and dirt at her whenever possible. So, it was as a slave that poor Cinderella grew up."
"That poor little girl. I'm surprised she didn't run away," Shippo interrupted yet again.
Inuyasha bonked him on the head. "Where was she going to run to, stupid?"
"Inuyasha! Don't hit him like that," Kagome reprimanded. "Just... listen to the story."
A little more irritated, Kagome continued, "Cinderella grew into a beautiful young maiden. She woke up early each morning and carried out her chores with vigour and life. She hummed and whistled sweet little songs and dreamed of a day when her prince would rescue her from her nightmare.
Her two stepsisters had grown as well. However, time wasn't as kind to them. The eldest of the two was two sizes too big for most of the clothing she wore. Not to mention, she was quite clumsy. The other sister was as skinny as a twig and quite ditzy.
So it happened that one day a page came to their door. The page announced a great party that was to be held in the name of the prince of the land. Not only that, but according to the announcement, the prince was to choose a bride from all the elegable ladies who attended.
Giddy and merry about the idea of becoming the prince's bride, the two stepsisters hurried to begin getting ready. Cinderella wanted to go to the party as well, but her stepmother told her she could not. After all, no prince would want a slave showing up at his party.
It was with a heavy heart that Cinderella continued with her daily chores.
On the night of the party, the stepsisters were decked out with their finest. The eldest wore a kimono of the brightest blue that had dancing birds all along the base. The youngest wore a yellow kimono that showed a great red dragon. Happy and secure in their beliefs that the prince would choose one of them, the stepsisters went to the party. The stepmother, wanting to ensure her daughters actually met the prince, followed them.
Disheartened, Cinderella went out into the plantation's garden. There, she sat on a bench and cried. Suddenly, a white ray streamed from the sky. Looking up, Cinderella watched as an elderly woman appeared from the light.
'My dear, what is wrong?' the elderly, but kind-looking woman asked.
Sniffling, Cinderella answered, 'I want to go to the party as well. But, I can't.'
'And why not?' the woman asked.
Again, Cinderella responded, 'I'm nothing but a servant girl. I'm dirty and ragged. No prince would ever want me.'
The woman shook her head. 'In that, my dear, you are mistaken,' she told the poor girl. 'You are the daughter of a wealthy plantation owner. You are very beautiful and full of grace. I have been listening to your prayers and tonight, I'm here to grant them.'
'Who are you?" Cinderella asked, looking at the woman oddly.
'I'm your fairy godmother, dear. No, let's have a look at you,' she said. The elderly woman walked around the young maiden and nodded. 'First, you need something to ride in. A coach.'
The woman looked around the garden and saw a small boulder. She took out a wand and pointed it at the rock. Saying a few magical words, she turned the boulder into a golden coach. Then, she spotted some field mice playing near the fountain. With a wave of her wand, the four mice turned into four white horses. Seeing the house dog, the woman waved her wand one more time and turned the dog into a coachman.
'Now, off to the party,' the fairy godmother said, trying to usher Cinderella to the coach.
'But what about my clothes?' Cinderella hesitated.
The fairy godmother looked at what Cinderella was wearing and her eyes grew wide. 'You can't go to the party looking like that!' she exclaimed.
She circled the young maiden and then smiled. 'I know the perfect thing,' she whispered.
With a wave of her wand, Cinderella's rags turned into the most beautiful kimono Cinderella had ever seen. Made of the whitest silk, the kimono displayed a Japanese garden. Cherry blossom leaves glided along the top. She went to the fountain to admire herself and saw that she also wore pale face paint and had red, red lips. Her long black hair was done in a beautiful style that showed she was a maiden looking for a husband.
Cinderella turned to thank her fairy godmother. As she did, she noticed the elderly woman was holding a pair of sandals. They were glass sandals. The fairy godmother handed the sandals to Cinderella and the young maiden slipped them on.
'Now remember, my child. You must be back before midnight, for by midnight, all will be as it was before,' the old woman warned her.
Cinderella nodded and thanked the fairy godmother profusely. Then, she was in the coach and on her way to her first party.
The party was wonderful. There was dinner and entertainment. Many people were talking and eating and having a great time. Cinderella entered the party and smiled.
Suddenly, the music stopped and everyone turned to look at her. For a moment, Cinderella feared they had noticed she was a servant girl. Then, the crowd parted and the most handsome man she had ever seen began walking towards her. Her heart began beating faster as he stepped up to her. He took her hand into his and kissed the back of it.
The night had been a dream. A wonderful dream which Cinderella prayed she would never wake up from. The night was filled with her and the prince talking and laughing. They drank sake and ate pocky. Then, she asked for the time. Realizing it was ten minutes to midnight, Cinderella dashed away from the party.
The prince tried to stop her. In her mad dash, she had lost one of her glass sandals. Cinderella ran all the way home. By the time she got there, her kimono was gone and turned back into rags. What had once been white makeup was now soot again. Her beautiful hair fell to her shoulders in tangles. But... she looked down at her feet and noticed she still had one of her glass sandals. She picked it up and went to her room in the servant quarters. There, she hid it in the bottom most part of her dresser.
A few days after the party, a page came to the plantation to announce that the prince was on a hunt. Whatever girl fit a glass sandal, he was going to take as his bride. The whole house was in an uproar. The two stepsisters ran around trying to get ready to see the prince.
It was the stepmother who noticed Cinderella's own interest in meeting the prince. The stepmother had wondered about the strange woman who had shown up at the party. The beautiful woman who had swept the prince off his feet and away from everyone else who was there. It was then she placed the woman's face. It had been Cinderella.
Angered at the betrayal and not wanting Cinderella to be happy, the stepmother locked Cinderella in her room. Cinderella banged on the door and begged to be let out. She cried when her cruel stepmother did not answer her pleas.
She slid onto the floor and listened as the prince and his entourage came into the house. Tears streamed down her face.
'Why do you cry, Cinderella?' asked a voice.
Cinderella looked up to see her fairy godmother sitting near her bed. Cinderella stammered, 'It's m..my sandal and... all I ever wanted...'
The woman nodded. 'Why don't you try opening the door? And don't forget your other sandal.'
Curious, Cinderella rose from the floor and slid the door open with ease. Excited, she ran to her dresser and pulled out the other sandal. She ran into the living room just in time to see her second stepsister try on the other sandal. In her earnest to get the sandal to fit, the stepsister pulled on the sandal. It flew from her grasp and hit the wooden floor. The sandal shattered.
Everyone gasped and the prince knelt by the broken glass. 'Now, I'll never find her,' he said.
'Don't lose hope,' Cinderella told him. The prince looked up and gazed into the eyes of his love. With music in her voice, Cinderella said, 'I have the other sandal if you want it.'
She held the glass sandal out and handed it to him. With a large smile, he placed the sandal on her delicate foot. Cinderella and her prince were married and they lived happily ever after..."