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"Over here! Over here!"
You looked up to see a girl of about fifteen with dark hair and eyes that matched those of the younger boy next to her and immediately recognized them as your cousins, Kagome and Sōta. You'd been abroad with your father for two years without any visits home to Japan, but even without the pictures they had sent, you would always recognize the pair.
After your mother had died, you'd lived with Kagome and Sōta's family for over a year while you finished high school. Upon graduation, you were shipped off to America quite willingly to stay with your estranged father and learn some business first hand. The life experience was amazing, and the connections you made were almost overwhelming, but you hadn't gotten any closer with your father, and missed your cousins; in your time together, you had grown to see their family as your own.
"Kagome! Sōta! I missed you so much!" You hugged Kagome and picked up Sōta to hug him. "You've grown so much! How old are you now, Sōta?"
"I'm nine! I can't believe you're here for the whole spring!" He was absolutely glowing.
"Wow! I have so many stories to tell you, and things to show you! Maybe even a souvenir or two." You winked at him, then grabbed your baggage off the tread. "Let's go home."
Kagome paid for a taxi home, with money her mother had insisted on sending along, not wanting her honorary child to pay. It was a crowded ride, but they had spacious land and, if only for several weeks, you'd enjoy your stay. You were planning to come back for the summer too, if you could afford it.
Upon reaching Kagome's house and after greeting your aunt and grandfather, you went upstairs to dump your stuff in the small guest room.
When you reached her room, however, she stopped your unpacking to tell you a story. It was one of travelling back in time to five hundred years ago, to the feudal era. A story of demons and half-demons, of priestesses and spirits. When she finished you were trying not to laugh.
"Oh Kagome, you don't believe that! What are you on?"
"Hey! I'm not on anything! Just ask mom! She's met Inuyasha! So has Sōta!"
"I'm joking! But seriously, has Grandpa given you some weird traditional thing, something that gives you weird dreams?" You rolled your eyes.
"Anyway, I've got a demon story too—not as cute a story as yours, though. I met my grandma in America, you know, on Dad's side, and we got pretty close before she passed away. She had so many stories about her life, but this was just a legend. She said that years ago, my family—sorry, this time I mean our family, my mother's side—were a long line of priestesses, and they became famed for taming the demon dogs of Japan. Give me a minute, let me get into fairy-tale mode."
"A long time ago, before Japan as we know it, every 50 years, a new priestess of our family came into power, each stronger than the last. When a nobleman told her of the havoc the dog demons wreaked, the priestess killed every single one she found. Later, her great granddaughter, who was soft hearted, began capturing them. Her own great granddaughter, who was even kinder, worked along with her daughter and granddaughter, to create a charm to calm the demon's soul. With this, the demons became hardly more than domesticated dogs. The leader of the pack took off his demon fur and married the priestess, and from her, our lineage was born. In the Edo period, there was even a dog on our family seal!"
"Anyway, Grandma also gave me these beads, she said that our grandma, Mom's mom, gave them to her for safe keeping, for until one of us was old enough, since Mom and Auntie didn't want to get involved in all that shrine stuff, and Grandpa was a bit too excited about them at the time. They're apparently very holy, I've been keeping them wrapped in tissue and have a seal on the box. Very big, aren't they?" Trying to be delicate with the paper you unfolded, you lifted the beads, praying the string wouldn't suddenly snap under the weight of the heavy crystalline beads. Though they were large and heavy, it was beautiful, and truly felt ancient, especially with the magatama beads every several inches, sharpened, presumably to represent dog fangs. "What are you looking at, Kagome?"
"That's Inuyasha's necklace!"
"Stop kidding around, Kagome, I know you're too old to believe in these stories. Sure, the necklace has demons in its legends—and I really shouldn't have mentioned they were dog demons, after hearing your story—but that's what they are: stories. You're not about to convince me that time travel is real."
"But with that maybe I can prove that I'm right. Maybe if we—oh, just put it on! Let's go!"
You sighed and, deciding to humour her, put it on. Within a split second, she bolted downstairs dragging you along by the wrist. Grabbing her yellow backpack, she called "Bye mom! We're going to see Inuyasha! We'll be right back!"
"Take care! Don't do anything dangerous!" called her mom, but, by the time her words reached you, you were already outside, heading through the door of the shrine's storehouse.
"Here we are! Now hurry up!" Without any more warning, she grabbed your wrist and jumped into the dry well, her weight pulling you along with her.
You shrieked, closing your eyes and waiting for the bone-crushing pain to come.
After a moment, you realized you had stopped moving and, opening your eyes, you saw Kagome climbing out of the well by means of ivy, which certainly hadn't been in the storehouse, toward the open sky. You looked after her, confused, then followed, asking how the hell she knew that would work.
"I didn't. But I figured that since the beads are magic and Inuyasha wears them when he comes through the well, so I thought they would work... in any case, it's not too far a fall if it didn't work; I've fallen in before."
That wasn't particularly reassuring—you'd prefer no one fell into the well, and it certainly didn't feel shallow to climb out of—but you didn't want to argue. When you reached the top, you nearly fell again, from both jet lag and shock.
"You're late! You said you'd only be two days. Where were you? Who is this!"
You ignored the voice of the abrasive young man as you looked around. There was no storehouse, nor even a shrine, just trees all around. Standing there were four people and a huge cat. A two-tailed cat that could remove your head in one bite. There was a boy with dog ears and a necklace identical to yours, and another, presumably a monk, for he wore purple Buddhist robes over his clothes. There was a child which reminded you of a pomeranian, wearing a very fluffy tail, and a woman wearing a pink kimono with an apron, carrying an enormous boomerang on her back.
"Hey everyone! This is my cousin!"
The one with dog ears came forward, and you noticed his traditional garments, unusual but striking in all red but for the white underlayers. He was introduced as Inuyasha, the dog half-demon you had heard so much about in Kagome's story. The furry one, a fox demon, was Shippō, and the woman introduced herself as Sango, before waving a hand to the large cat. The demon growled and shrank to the size of a small kitten, though she retained both tails. The one in robes took your hands when he introduced himself.
"I am Miroku. And I feel obliged to ask—" he looked straight into your eyes, "—will you consider bearing my children?"
You laughed.
Then, he touched your breast. That was not funny, and you reached into your pocket and flicked your pocket knife open, hoping to scare him. You were very glad you'd decided to get it out and start opening packages right away at the Higurashi home.
"Gah! What the—"
Your open-flick had gone awry, and you had sliced his free hand. "Serves you right!" you snapped. "Let go! And you stay away from me!"
You stayed behind the group as they left, an annoyed-looking Sango between you and the protesting Miroku.
After an old priestess, Kaede, bandaged Miroku's cut, you found out you had risked harming his weapon, a void in his hand, and worsening its curse. You felt a bit bad for that, but it wouldn't have happened if he hadn't tried to grope you. Besides, it was an accident, and the wind tunnel wasn't damaged, his hand had just bled a bit when partly unbound.
Heading back to the well, you listened to the talk of a 'Band of Seven.' Kagome went out of her way to fill you in. Apparently they had been mercenaries, special assassins, who were killed when the region decided they were a threat. The group had returned from the grave, resurrected by Naraku, who seemed to be the villain of their story, the cause of all this trouble, to do some of his dirty work. They were led by a 'Bankotsu' who was apparently quite brutal, and Kagome and her friends were working to defeat his band. Gentle, little, young Kagome, killing evil demons—that was hard to picture.
Kagome had gone home to check in, only to be surprised by her mother's announcement: her favourite cousin was coming home. She apologized profusely to her group, but was already making plans to visit just a few days more, and assured you that she would only be gone for a couple days of your visit at a time. That offer seemed more than generous, given the threat she faced, a threat that was almost incomprehensible to you, yet unmistakably dangerous.
Suddenly, a cannon shot sounded and you all looked up.
"Ginkotsu..." muttered Inuyasha, drawing his sword, which seemed to pulse, then . "Kagome, get her to the well!"
All you had time to think before you fell to the ground was That's one big-ass sword. Kagome had shoved you back.
"Kagome," you whispered to your cousin, looking at the tank-thing that someone was standing on. "Who is he?" You were indicating a man with a tattooed forehead, long black hair, and a cocky grin.
"That's Bankotsu," said Kagome, looking at you curiously before pulling a bow and a quiver of arrows out from a hidden nook outside Kaede's home and running to join the battle.
You could hear Inuyasha's shouting over the fray. "Kagome! What are you doing?! Get back there with—"
Before you could think, you were near the tank-thing, Bankotsu holding you tightly, arms behind your back, his giant halberd against your neck. You had no idea how he moved that fast, but regretted how you'd stuffed your knife deep in a pocket. Feeling a trickle of blood on your collarbone, you decided against struggle.
"Give me back my cousin—" yelled Kagome, cut off by Inuyasha.
"Idiot! Don't tell him anything!"
"Cousin, huh? She may be of some use, Ginkotsu," said Bankotsu. "Let's go."
"Gersh?"
"Let's go. I have my hostage. And I didn't even have to catch the priestess." He shifted, tucking the sword behind himself, but keeping his grip on you firm. The platform you stood on began to shake, then moved, drawing you away from Kagome and her friends. "You don't want your woman's precious cousin to be hurt, do you, Inuyasha?"
Kagome's eyes were wide to bursting. "Inuyasha! Get her!"
"What, you want them to kill her?"
"You jerk! Sit!"
Tears reached Kagome's eyes as the beads identical to yours pulled the demon to the ground.
Bankotsu gave you a strong whack in the neck. As you dropped, you watched Kagome disappear into the distance.