InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A New Beginning ❯ The End ( Chapter 1 )

This wasn't how things were supposed to end. There was supposed to be a light at the end of the tunnel. The man of her dreams was supposed to return her feelings and they would ride off together into the sunset like any other modern day fairy tale. She wasn't meant to be left behind by everyone she had befriended and loved. She wanted to watch Shippo fall in love and get married. She wanted to see Sango and Miroku's children bashing each other's brains out. And she wanted Inuyasha to see her as Kagome and not just a reflection of her past self.

Three years had past since the day Kagome had fallen in the bone-eater's well. All of her eighteen years on life couldn't possibly begin to reflect the age permanently etched within her blue eyes. Not many girls can say she was a mother at fifteen. It may have taken Kagome some time to admit, but Shippo was her son. Granted he was her demonic furry tailed son, but a son nonetheless. It was difficult at first to be responsible for someone else at such a young age. But Kagome had a lot of love to give and Shippo desperately needed someone to love him unconditionally. Living in the feudal era changed her own perspective on her modernized beliefs. In the era pre-dating women's lib, women younger than herself had their own flesh and blood children running around their feet. Although she wasn't quite ready to bear her own children, she was ecstatic to call Shippo her son.

Time travel brought new meaning to the term jet lag. But for some reason, her exhaustion didn't stem from the travel itself. It was more or less caused by the slave-driver half-demon who was the self-proclaimed leader of her tiny, jewel-shard obsessed troupe.

From the moment she saw Inuyasha pinned to the God tree she felt her heart pine for the bitter half-demon; from fuzzy ears to smelly, clawed feet her heart ached for his. Perhaps it was simply remnants of Kikyou's feelings that drove her to love the brash halfling with all her heart. Unfortunately, pinning her unrequited feelings on her past incarnation would be too easy for Kagome. It was plain bad luck which lead Inuyasha to cling to the love he shared with the clay priestess, only to ignore the affections of the living priestess. It was infinitely worse that the said love was determination to kill Kagome out of misplaced jealousy. All in all, the situation was quite confusing for the futuristic teenager, for in the end wouldn't Kikyou eventually return to become Kagome? Or was it had returned to become Kagome and then rose from the dead to torment herself in a masochistic fury?

Although it was hard to believe, Kagome choose not to hate the former priestess. Kikyou had suffered in life so much that her pain and suffering spilled over to torment her afterlife. As if her life wasn't hard enough, she was dragged from her eternal resting place to live an existence dependent on her ability to consume stray souls in order to manipulate her clay body into reenacting the motions of a priestess. Kikyou would never be able to experience the life of a normal woman as she had dreamed of having with a human Inuyasha. Despite the difficulties the clay priestess brought with her, Kagome was grateful to the resurrection of her past self because it alleviated some of the pressure off her shoulders. If something were to go wrong, Kikyou would be able to correct her mistakes. After all, she was just a copy of a priestess and Kikyou was a copy complete with memories!

Shaking at the unforeseen direction her thoughts were going, she glanced at the corner of her bedroom where her school books were carelessly forgotten. Education had done nothing for her. Her real life lessons in the feudal era had surpassed her present day education in little ways that were much more important survival wise. Unfortunately, survival techniques evolved slightly beyond what she was accustomed to in 500 years. Dodging death threats from demons was no longer a sufficient source of income to put food on the table in the 21st century.

Although the problem with love still existed on both sides of the well, everything else was so different in the past. The feudal era was simply more alive. The people lived harder in their short lifetimes then modern people with their life extending drugs. While villagers often worked from dawn to dusk, they usually had one task to complete. Modern conveniences had added responsibility unto the shoulders of mankind. Machines were as much a help as they were a hindrance. The air of the past was fresher without the putrid taint of pollution. The flowers seemed to possess far more vibrant colors without human interference on their genetic structures. Perhaps the most enticing fact that lead Kagome to love the feudal era was the fact that man didn't control the cycle of life and were thus more susceptible to living.

The adventure she had experienced in the past three years became much too addicting to a young teenage like Kagome. Hey, what teenager wouldn't dream of falling into a well to gain super powers and be practically worshiped like a super star by an entire village? The death of Naraku brought an end to Kagome's life as she knew it. Her loyal and trusted companions were living their lives on the other side of the well while she was trapped within the futuristic technological pressures of life in the present. She often tried to find out what happened to her friends of the past. If it weren't for the fact that her family had meant the boy who possessed dog shaped ears at the top of her head, she would have checked into the nearest psychiatric facility. History books, ancestral scrolls, and human memories remembered nothing of her friends. Nothing remained that could prove the existence of demonic Shippo and Inuyasha or even the very human Sango and Miroku. It was funny to think that she would give up modern day comforts like running water for the chance to be eaten by some unknown demon.

The end of her adventure typically occurred on her eighteenth birthday. Exactly three years from the moment it all began. She cried for many reasons that night the well was sealed forever. She cried for her lost love from another lifetime who would never begin to see her as simply Kagome. She cried because Kikyou still possessed a sliver of her soul and she was afraid that she would never feel whole again. She cried for the memories of her dearest friends and how she would never see them grow old. She cried because all of it was all gone.

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AN: I don't own Inuyasha … etc etc.

 

I would cry, but I don't think anyone is really reading this crap. However, I would cry even more if I were Kagome, she missed out on a lot of birthday presents by being cut off from the well. Then again, I get the feeling that feudal Japan wasn't really big on celebrating birthdays.