InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fish Don't Sleep ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

Title: Sleep with the Fish

 

Author: Anonymous Fangirl

 

Summary: Back in her own time with a certain jewel beating beneath her breast bone, Kagome stumbles across a demon that has been locked away for half a century. Problems arise, and Kagome's sense of justice makes it impossible to just leave Sesshoumaru, the one person she would never have thought of as helpless, alone. (Sesshoumaru x Kagome)

 

Genre: Drabble. I'm bored and tired. So I'm going to rewrite, repost, and repose. (o_O but you're just writing this now, you say? Shut up, I'm tired and can't think straight.)

 

Rating: Teen.

 

Pairings: Sesshoumaru Kagome

 

Dedicated: It's been a long time coming, but this one's dedicated to Danni. Thanks for introducing me to the hottest Highlanders around!

 

Etc: In the immortal words of whoever the hell wrote This Can't be Good, it's been done before. I'm just doing it better.

 

. . .

 

Has it been done before?

 

 

 

 

 

Sleep with the Fish

 

 

Kagome Higurashi sighed as she stared at the complicated equation written on the black board. She didn't know why she had bothered to try to finish off the last year of high school after she had completely the jewel of four souls and left behind her life in the past; she knew all to well what a hopeless cause it was. She didn't understand a single equation that was written on the board. It may have well been written in English - another class she was failing dismally.

 

Kagome thought back - she often did - to the times when her problems had been so much greater - in the feudal era of Japan, it had been life or death every day. She had often come home to see her mother crying, and she knew that she had been afraid for her as well. It had been more than a girl could bear!

 

Her thoughts drifted to Sango. Now, there was a girl who would have done well to transcend time. Her beauty was certainly timeless, and her courage and strength made her a deadly foe. And an unbelievably loyal friend. And whenever Kagome felt the need to complain about her heavy bag, she simply was glad that she wasn't Sango, having to lug that big boomerang bone around Feudal Japan.

 

And then there was Miroku. He had survived. . . a miracle in itself. The look on his face when they had killed Naraku - this time for sure, she thought with a grimace, remembering the time Naraku had gone in to a coma. The look on his face when they killed Naraku was enough to make her, if not glad, then grateful that she had trusted her instincts the first time and had gone back to the past. Despite the dangers she knew about. And despite the dangers that she knew would come.

 

But Inuyasha had always protected her. Kagome smiled as she cupped her chin in the palm of her hand, staring wistfully out the window and remembered.

 

He was dead now, though he hadn't been when she left him. Half demon, he had informed her, full power. He had the power of a full demon, and after he had slaughtered Naraku, his brother had made sure that everyone knew it. But despite his unsurpassed strength and honor, he still only had the lifespan of a human - minus, of course, any time he might have spent pinned to a certain ancient god tree. Never the less, his prestige had been raised to that of a Lord, and Kagome left knowing that Inuyasha would never have to worry about being left out for his human heritage again.

 

And the humans had adored him too. He had been treated as a hero by demons and humans alike, as a god on earth. Well known, handsome, courageous (if not a bit short tempered) Inuyasha was the greatest catch anyone could have.

 

All because of the brother that had hated him.

 

It made a girl wonder about what went on inside the head of a certain stoic demon lord. . .

 

“Higurashi, answer the following question.” Her teacher commanded of her when he caught her staring out the window.

 

Kagome sighed. “I'm sorry, sir. I don't understand the question.” She replied lazily, not even bothering to look at the board. She knew she wouldn't get it right anyways, and it wasn't worth the effort to only end up giving herself a headache.

 

Her teacher inhaled an indignant breath. “Well, maybe if you weren't day dreaming, you would have a chance to pass this class, Higurashi!” He informed her with airs.

 

She was surprised that she had been tempted. A very Inuyasha - like phrase had ridden to the tip of her tongue, before she settled instead on doing a very Sesshoumaru - like thing. Kagome turned and gave him an even look, telling him with the one glance what she wasn't allowed to utter on school grounds.

 

The teacher fumed but didn't say anything - instead, he called on some boy who had joined their class during the time she had been absent.

 

With her teacher back to teaching the class and leaving his worst student - her - alone, Kagome allowed her thoughts to stray once more to Inuyasha and her time in the past. However, when she tried to summon her beloved's face to mind, all she could see was white hair and golden eyes - a gold that hinted at amber, rather than Inuyasha's bright eyes of crisp gold, making her aware that the person she was thinking of wasn't Inuyasha - it was Sesshoumaru.

 

Kagome shrugged. None the less, Sesshoumaru definitely provided food for thought. A - seemingly - impassive demon, he sure had been awfully quick to leap to his half brother's aid - something odd for some one who claimed to hate him. Kagome knew that he must have had his reasons . . . he often had. Perhaps he was trying to earn some prestige. . . maybe he felt the need to include Inuyasha's forest in his domain. Maybe he was afraid of his half brother, now that he had beaten Naraku, or maybe. . . .

 

. . . He was trying to fill the void that had been formed between them the day Inuyasha took his first breath.

 

Kagome scoffed at that thought. Though it was a pleasant one, it would be too far out of character for Sesshoumaru to have honestly cared about forming a bond with his sibling.

 

 

 

 

“Careful with this! It's heavy!” Grandfather Higurashi screamed at the movers as they carried an ancient statue of a demon caught in a vicious battle up the stairs of the shrine.

The movers grumbled a bit, and muttered a few choice words, but got the artifact up the stairs despite it's weight. Finally at the top, one of the movers stepped forward. “Where do you want this hunk of junk?” He asked callously.

 

Grandfather Higurashi gasped. “Hunk of junk?! Hunk of junk!?! Why, I'll have you know that this particular statue comes from ancient times! It's been around for more than half a millennia, maybe even longer! It's priceless! And you call it a hunk of junk?!”

 

The other mover laughed. “Oh, c'mon old man! He was just teasing you a little bit! It's a fine piece of art! Really!” He said, leaning against said piece. He knocked on the face, of the demon, who seemed to be a single figure in stark white marble. The setting on the ground was done in a soft, dark, malleable stone, making him seem the only thing that would last forever.

 

Grandfather Higurashi inhaled a quick breath when the statue tilted and rushed towards the earth, it's balance thrown off by the mover's weight when he leaned against it.

 

Both movers made a grab for it, and between the two of them, they managed to manipulate it to the grass where they laid it down carefully, as if the worst of the danger was in putting the heavy work on the ground.

 

Grandfather Higurashi let out a deep breath. “You need to be more careful! You have n idea what it would have meant if that statue were to break! It's an important piece of our heritage! It's probably a new artist, one who probably worked mainly in war - inkings.” He guessed. “You can't even begin to conceive of the problems it would make if you were to break this thing!”

 

The workers sighed at his chastening and rolled their eyes.

 

But if they had been aware of what would actually happen if the statue were to break, well. . .

 

. . . they would have rewrapped it and buried it six feet under for good measure.