Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Future's Requiem ❯ Trapped without Memory ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Melinnia 
Kagome is trapped and alone in a grove, with no memory.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 06.20.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 731 | Status: Work In Progress
Kagome is trapped and alone in a grove, with no memory.
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Adventure | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 06.20.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 731 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: InuYasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi and her publishers. I also do not own YuYu Hakusho
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FUTURE’S REQUIEM
I could feel the wind picking up and playing with my hair, which is what, woke me up. It felt cold, tickling the back or my neck and raising the small hairs there. I really don’t like being cold, I mean who really does. I groaned as I tried to find the edge of my sleeping bag without opening my eyes. I was having a real good dream and just wanted to go back to it. My hand uncoordinatedly, groped around looking for it. The soft yet sharp, untamed blades of grass was all that my hand could find. Then another gust of wind blew over me. This time it did not just play with my hair, this time it blew right down my body, and I shivered. This is what made me realize that I was not sleeping in my sleeping bag.
My eyes snapped open in confusion. It was then that I noticed that my body was cushioned by the grass, not my sleeping bag. Sitting up slowly, I looked around me and saw that I was sitting up in an open grove. It was truly a beautiful place. On one corner was a small hot spring. The rocks and stones looked more like someone artistically placed them there then any natural formation. Just too perfect. The sun was just in the right position to shine through the canopy of trees to illuminate myself and the grass I was sitting on, and I was in the dead center of the grove. Disturbingly the grove seemed to make a perfect circle around me. The trees and brush, at the edges, were so dense that I could barely see more than a couple of feet into the forest beyond. Looking around I saw no break in the foliage, no tiny space that someone could squeeze through to get access to this grove.
I looked around me confused. I don’t know how I got here. To be truthful my head felt like it was swimming in fog. Every time I tried to think of events previous to before I woke up a few moments ago I would just draw a blank, there was nothing there. Yet for some reason being unable to remember previous events did not bother me. I knew it should but all that I could feel is something akin to peacefulness. I could tell that this peacefulness was not normal but since it was there I was not upset about it.
I slowly clambered to my feet so I could explore my surroundings a little bit better. As soon as I stood I noticed a large yellow bag sitting in the deep grass and beside that was a bow and quiver that held only a few arrows in it. There was nothing else I could see within the grove.
I walked to the edge where the grass met the trees. The growth was so dense, even though I was standing right next to it, that I still could not see very far into the woods. It was very dark in there and this grove appeared to be the only spot that the trees let any light through. I walked around the edge looking for some trace that would show how I got here. I made 2 trips around before I realized that if there were any markings to show me the way that I was not skilled enough to find them.
Sighing to myself, I walked back over to that yellow bag. I plunked myself down next to it and opened it up. I was surprised at how much stuff was jammed into that bag. First off I pulled out the sleeping bag that I had initially thought that I was lying in. Next to come out were various clothing, then first aid supplies, some bathing supplies, different assorted packages of food, and also some various camping supplies. Lastly at the very bottom were some books. They were heavy and some little voice at the back of my mind supplied the word ‘text books’ and I knew that they were for learning. I could not make my fogged mind tell me why I knew this, and could not remember anything else associated with it. So I opened up the first textbook and flipped through the pages. Not seeing much of interest until I got to the front cover and there in elegant hand writing was the name “Kagome Higurashi”. And I knew that was my name. It seemed to me that I needed something to jog my memory to get it working.
Well since I really did not want to stay here, even though this place was beautiful and eerily peaceful. I repacked the yellow bag and picked up the bow and quiver. I then surveyed the edges of the grove again trying to figure out which way would be easiest to push my way through. It did not look any more promising then the first time around. Actually it looked worse. The thicket and bushes were high and mostly covered in some nasty looking thorns, which looked needle thin and very sharp. Looking closer I noticed they were covered in some kind of sap or pitch. Gently reaching out I touched the side of one of the thorns. Almost instantly I could feel my finger tip turning numb. Quickly I jerked my hand back and wiped it off on the grass. There was no way I was going to be able to push my way out of here.
I was trapped here, where ever this was. I should have been upset, I should have been worried and I knew this. But those feelings just did not come. I had absolutely no idea how I was going to get out of here or what I was going to do. Not like I really knew where I would go anyway. I did not know what I was here for. I did not know who put me here. Hell, I really did not know much at all.
I walked back over to the center of the grove, where I originally was lying. I lied back down and stared up into the sky. It was starting to get dark. More time must have passed then I originally had realized for it was starting to get dark. My mind was a swirl, thinking of emotions that I thought I should be thinking right now but was not. I watched the sky turn pink and then black and the stars start to twinkle beautifully. I think I was there for about an hour just doing that.
“Well,” A gruff voice seemed to come out of nowhere, “so you’re the one I have to teach.”
“Aaaaaaaa!” I screamed and jumped up looking around startled, before the peacefulness settled back on me. I really did not think that anyone would be there since I have no idea how they would get there.
Looking around for the voice my eyes settled on a middle aged woman. But she was not just a woman for I could see right through her.
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FUTURE’S REQUIEM
I could feel the wind picking up and playing with my hair, which is what, woke me up. It felt cold, tickling the back or my neck and raising the small hairs there. I really don’t like being cold, I mean who really does. I groaned as I tried to find the edge of my sleeping bag without opening my eyes. I was having a real good dream and just wanted to go back to it. My hand uncoordinatedly, groped around looking for it. The soft yet sharp, untamed blades of grass was all that my hand could find. Then another gust of wind blew over me. This time it did not just play with my hair, this time it blew right down my body, and I shivered. This is what made me realize that I was not sleeping in my sleeping bag.
My eyes snapped open in confusion. It was then that I noticed that my body was cushioned by the grass, not my sleeping bag. Sitting up slowly, I looked around me and saw that I was sitting up in an open grove. It was truly a beautiful place. On one corner was a small hot spring. The rocks and stones looked more like someone artistically placed them there then any natural formation. Just too perfect. The sun was just in the right position to shine through the canopy of trees to illuminate myself and the grass I was sitting on, and I was in the dead center of the grove. Disturbingly the grove seemed to make a perfect circle around me. The trees and brush, at the edges, were so dense that I could barely see more than a couple of feet into the forest beyond. Looking around I saw no break in the foliage, no tiny space that someone could squeeze through to get access to this grove.
I looked around me confused. I don’t know how I got here. To be truthful my head felt like it was swimming in fog. Every time I tried to think of events previous to before I woke up a few moments ago I would just draw a blank, there was nothing there. Yet for some reason being unable to remember previous events did not bother me. I knew it should but all that I could feel is something akin to peacefulness. I could tell that this peacefulness was not normal but since it was there I was not upset about it.
I slowly clambered to my feet so I could explore my surroundings a little bit better. As soon as I stood I noticed a large yellow bag sitting in the deep grass and beside that was a bow and quiver that held only a few arrows in it. There was nothing else I could see within the grove.
I walked to the edge where the grass met the trees. The growth was so dense, even though I was standing right next to it, that I still could not see very far into the woods. It was very dark in there and this grove appeared to be the only spot that the trees let any light through. I walked around the edge looking for some trace that would show how I got here. I made 2 trips around before I realized that if there were any markings to show me the way that I was not skilled enough to find them.
Sighing to myself, I walked back over to that yellow bag. I plunked myself down next to it and opened it up. I was surprised at how much stuff was jammed into that bag. First off I pulled out the sleeping bag that I had initially thought that I was lying in. Next to come out were various clothing, then first aid supplies, some bathing supplies, different assorted packages of food, and also some various camping supplies. Lastly at the very bottom were some books. They were heavy and some little voice at the back of my mind supplied the word ‘text books’ and I knew that they were for learning. I could not make my fogged mind tell me why I knew this, and could not remember anything else associated with it. So I opened up the first textbook and flipped through the pages. Not seeing much of interest until I got to the front cover and there in elegant hand writing was the name “Kagome Higurashi”. And I knew that was my name. It seemed to me that I needed something to jog my memory to get it working.
Well since I really did not want to stay here, even though this place was beautiful and eerily peaceful. I repacked the yellow bag and picked up the bow and quiver. I then surveyed the edges of the grove again trying to figure out which way would be easiest to push my way through. It did not look any more promising then the first time around. Actually it looked worse. The thicket and bushes were high and mostly covered in some nasty looking thorns, which looked needle thin and very sharp. Looking closer I noticed they were covered in some kind of sap or pitch. Gently reaching out I touched the side of one of the thorns. Almost instantly I could feel my finger tip turning numb. Quickly I jerked my hand back and wiped it off on the grass. There was no way I was going to be able to push my way out of here.
I was trapped here, where ever this was. I should have been upset, I should have been worried and I knew this. But those feelings just did not come. I had absolutely no idea how I was going to get out of here or what I was going to do. Not like I really knew where I would go anyway. I did not know what I was here for. I did not know who put me here. Hell, I really did not know much at all.
I walked back over to the center of the grove, where I originally was lying. I lied back down and stared up into the sky. It was starting to get dark. More time must have passed then I originally had realized for it was starting to get dark. My mind was a swirl, thinking of emotions that I thought I should be thinking right now but was not. I watched the sky turn pink and then black and the stars start to twinkle beautifully. I think I was there for about an hour just doing that.
“Well,” A gruff voice seemed to come out of nowhere, “so you’re the one I have to teach.”
“Aaaaaaaa!” I screamed and jumped up looking around startled, before the peacefulness settled back on me. I really did not think that anyone would be there since I have no idea how they would get there.
Looking around for the voice my eyes settled on a middle aged woman. But she was not just a woman for I could see right through her.
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