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Finding Kagome	By : MetsukiKaraTen Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 8806 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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DISCLAIMER:
I don't own them, but I love them. I get no recompense for my
imaginings, beyond the fun of playing with them.

A/N: Story
is currently under revamp. To answer the question presented in
review, in this universe, Kagome is the great granddaughter of Souta,
(brother of the Kagome Higurashi we all know and love) who ultimately
took over the caretaking of the the family shrine. His son moved to
the States and had a daughter, Ouna. She ultimately had a daughter
and named her after her heroic aunt. Hence this Kagome Higurashi
(mother maintained maiden name) is actually second generation
American. InuYasha used the well which was still opened for him
after waiting for some considerable time in his own era. Kagome was
buried in her own era, however, and a shrine was built over the grave
site. All our present Kagome knows, are a series of watered down
fables about the adventures of her great aunt. As for the word
issues sigh I will get to it when I can. I hope that it hasn't
detracted terribly from the story itself. I've never tried anything
like this before, and haven't had any consistent BETA to work with,
gomen. That is changing, and I am certain it will reflect in the
quality as the story continues. Thank you for your input, it is
greatly appreciated!!

FINDING
KAGOME

Chapter
Fourteen

Michael and
Ouna sat in a small waiting area that was nothing more than a group
of bench-chairs placed in a wide hallway. Michael picked at the lint
on the sleeve of his turtleneck, occasionally glancing up and down
the hallway. Ouna sat serenely two seats away with her purse and
sweater on the chair between them, as she watched the young counselor
fidget. Having all faith in her old friend, she knew her daughter was
in good hands. She sat debating on just what she should tell this
young man about what she suspected.

“This
is just so strange...” Michael broke the silence.

“What
do you mean?” she inquired.

“Kagome
was just fine yesterday, everything was normal...” he attempted
to explain. “She said that she had never noticed anything
amiss, not until today. And it came with all those strange
symptoms.” He looked to Ouna, who though was attentive to what
he was saying, still seemed to be in thought.

“Sometimes
it's like that,” she responded. “One day, a person wakes
up to find a lump under their arm, or on their neck. We don't listen
to our bodies enough these days... everyone is always in such a hurry
to go here... do that... and it sneaks up on us.”

“Hm...
true,” and he stretched his arms up, relieving some of the
tension. “What about those demons though. Ouna-sama, that
encounter really frightened Kagome. She told me about last night,
putting sutra on her door and windows, then that limousine.” He
shook his head looking back in his mind. “That limo just gave
me the creeps, but to suggest that there were... demons....”
and he looked at the woman, who was nodding.

“There
is much that you don't know, Michael. Much that we all don't know.
However, if what I suspect is true, there could be an explanation for
at least some of it,” and she measured him with her eyes,
considering.

“What
is it that you aren't telling me, Ouna?” He demanded, sitting
forward in his seat with his arms on his knees, hands clasped.

“Kagome
has been fascinated with the stories of the adventures of the Miko
and the Hanyou all of her life. To her it was like Cinderella or
Sleeping Beauty would be for most other little girls. But in all the
telling, some important points were... omitted.” Ouna watched
his eyes very closely as she continued. “For instance... you
know the basic story, right?” And he nodded. “Where did
that Sacred Jewel come from to begin with? Do you know?” He
shook his head slowly, a look of confusion on his face.

“Has
this got something to do with Feudal Era Demons?” he asked as
he rubbed his chin.

“Very
much so...” and her eyes began to sparkle, as she adjusted her
seat to begin a story.

“This
is very ancient, mind you...” she prefaced. “There once
was very powerful miko, who's calling it was, was to stop the
senseless destruction and chaos brought on by the great number of
ruthlessly violent youkai of the world. At first she attempted
reason, and when that failed she began a holy war to cease their
destruction of humankind.” The expression on her face was
gravely serious.

“Ouna,
the expression on your face suggests that you don't see this as any
fairy tale...” he observed.

“Michael,
to my family none of these... stories... are fairy tales. Not to the
elder generations. The stories have been lightened up for telling to
children, but all of it has a basis in... fact.”

Michael
raised a brow, sitting back in his chair. There certainly was
something... just wrong with that limo. But demons??

“The
priestess fought long and hard for many years, trying to subdue the
youkai, then finally one day she found herself cornered, and alone,
surrounded by an evil horde which wanted only her destruction.”
Being the great story teller, she looked around with a frantic
expression, playing out the part. She then put her hands together as
in prayer, “She pulled upon all of her powers of purification,
and she had great power! But she knew that she alone could not stop
them. She called out to her Kami
for intercession, and as the power grew in her, she called for the
youkai to STOP!” She held out her hands fingers spread. “She
released more energy than the world had ever seen from any one human
being. It was her last act in this world.” She had become very
animated in the telling of the story. At the last words she stilled
and drew back to her original serene pose.

“Did it work? Did it stop them??” He was getting into
this.

“Indeed she did,” and she smiled, “but it was at
the cost of her own life.”

Michael pondered on this for few moments.

“Ouna, what has this to do with Kagome?”

“Well...”
and she paused, considering. She then looked at him with an almost
blank expression. Looking away, she then explained, “The result
of Midoriko's sacrifice, was... interesting. It froze the entirety of
the battle into stone, all those demons frozen in place, and in the
midst of them her own figure like a statue. But... inside... her
heart was compressed, and then sealed with a measure
of that great energy which she had called upon...” and she
turned to him again. “That, dear Michael, was the birth of the
Shikon no Tama.”

“So it was really the heart of a warrior priestess?” he
was fascinated. “So the miko and the dog boy were seeking the
pieces of someone's heart...” his analytical mind going into
full gear, he could see how this was a parable about love, but not
just the love of two people. It was love for all of mankind.

“In a sense, yes... however,” she continued, “the
Jewel was a power unto itself, and needed protection. The battle
continued with it, and it carried great power for both good and evil.
Each individual shard contained some of that power. And that leads
us into the rest of the story.”

“Is that where Kagome's namesake comes in?”and he
watched her smile.

“You could say that...” and curiously she went quiet.

“What
has that got to do with all of ... this??”
His face sported an incredulous look, as he motioned generally around
himself.

“Maybe nothing...” she replied. “Maybe...
everything...”

“There's more that you aren't telling me, I can see that,”
but he knew when he was outclassed. She wasn't going to tell him any
more until she was good and ready. So they again sat in silence,
waiting, as he began picking the lint on his other sleeve.

~o0o~

It was a
windowless room, smelling slightly of antiseptic, and Kagome did not
like it... not at all. She had weighed her alternatives, and this
was the least of the evils she had to choose from. The doctor was an
old family friend, more a colleague of her mother's, and trusted. So
what did she have to worry about?

He's
going to cut on me with a KNIFE!!

She started to panic, her eyes darting around, as she tried to think
of a way to get around this. But there was no other alternative.
There was something stuck in her, how she had not an inkling of an
idea. But that... something... had to be removed.

“Well, better now than when we are all in the middle of the
production, or interrupting school,” she vocalized with a sigh.
But there wasn't anyone there to listen to it.

She lay back on the table, feeling self-conscious about not having
anything on under the paper sheet spread over her from the waist
down. Tentatively, she reached down to touch the lump with her
fingers. The feel of the thing gave her the creeps, and not knowing
how it got there scared her. She thought of the stories she had heard
about alien implants, and shuddered.

Her
mother seemed incredibly calm about the whole thing. Like she knew
something that no one else did... maybe she does.
There was so much that her mother had not told her, because she
refused to listen when it came down to it. Like demons. She never
thought that she would actually encounter youkai.
Or feel the need to use those sutra that her mother had made for her.
She was going to have to ask her to make more, if for nothing more
than the sense of trying to
protect herself, somehow. How does one really
protect themselves against demons??

This is
taking too long, I wish they would hurry the heck up.

Right on
cue, the door opened and entered the good Dr. Feldman. He had a
number of articles with him which he set out on a stainless steel
tray on top of a thin sheet of paper. Four of those articles were
hypodermic needles, rather large hypodermic needles. He glanced up
and smiled at Kagome.

“This
shouldn't take long. Just lay back, while I examine you.” His
fingers were cold, as he touched her abdomen, feeling for the precise
location of the... lump. “Ok, Kagome... you are going to feel a
little pinch,” as he grabbed one of the hypos, which had grown
in size to monstrous proportions, at least to Kagome's perception.
She grit her teeth, and a nurse came in the door with more supplies.

She felt the
injection, but only briefly, and a sigh of relief escaped her as she
tried to relax on the too hard examination table.

She closed
her eyes, and brought up the image of Goshinboku, finding that the
tree was not alone in her minds eye, as warm amber eyes seemed to
cross fade with it. Breathing deeply, she practiced her tension
relief technique of deep cleansing breaths. Soon it would be over,
and she could just enjoy her stay at the retreat with her mother,
perhaps get her to explain more about those demons, and how to avoid
them. And what about this doctor? Maybe she would inquire as to her
mother's love life... or not. Maybe that was just something that was
none of her business.

She felt
pressure against her groin, and short tug.

“Forceps
please,” from the doctor, and she opened her eyes to a nod from
the nurse as she handed them to him. Kagome would not look, she
didn't want to see a hole in her middle. “Sponge,” from
the doctor, and the nurse complied.

“WOW!!”
the nurse exclaimed.

“Huh?”
Kagome looked around with shock and worry as she heard something
clink into a small porcelain basin. The nurse was gazing into the
basin with wide eyed wonder.

“Ok
Kagome, all that's left is the sutures,” she heard the doctor
say. “Please lay back, hon.”

She hadn't
realized that she was pulling up, trying to see what it was that had
the nurse so mesmerized. She laid back and again brought up her
Tree... and those eyes... which seem to have become a permanent
fixture in her visualization.

“I'm
going to clean this up. This is the prettiest damn tumor I have ever
seen!!” Exclaimed the nurse.

“After
you do, show it to Ouna,” he instructed her. “She's got
her finger on some interesting theories, she might have an idea as to
how it got there.”

“Hey...
I'm here, you know,” Kagome muttered as she felt the alternate
push and tug of the needle in her groin.

“Oh
sorry, Kagome,” apologized the doctor. “We are just so
used to people being under at this point, and you had your eyes
closed...” he trailed off.

“What
was it?? What was that lump??” she demanded.

“Well...”
and he thought about how to word his description. Looking into the
young woman's eyes, he stopped sewing for a moment. “It was
like.... like an iridescent marble... only shooter sized.”

“Huh??”
Kagome responded stupidly.

“That's
what showed up on the MRI, it's like... it glows...” he turned
back to finish his work on her abdomen. “I've never seen
anything like it...” there was wonder in his voice. “The
strange thing is your mom didn't seem surprised at seeing it, was
just anxious to get it taken care of ASAP.” He dabbed at the
small incision, and then picked up an over sized band aid, placing it
over the sutures. “I think she knows something that she isn't
talking about, personally. But that's not surprising. You can sit up
now.”

Kagome
looked down to see the band aid patch on her lower left abdomen, then
carefully sat up, not feeling anything at all in that area.

“Oooo,
it's still numb,” she observed.

“It
will be for a while yet, when you get home use this on it twice a day
for the next four days or so.” He handed her a small tube.
“There should be minimal scarring, just take it easy, no tight
clothes for a few days, and no exposure to the sun. Not for
six months.”

Kagome
looked at him incredulously. “That's not an area that sees the
sun to begin with,” she informed him.

“Well,
you never know,” and he shrugged. “I have seen bathing
suits that wouldn't cover that spot. You can get dressed now, I'm
sure your mom wants to see that you are still in one piece,”
and he grinned as he left the room.

“Hn,”
was her only response.

~o0o~

“Ouna!!
Take a look at this!!” Came the excited voice of a nurse as she
approached the waiting area. She stopped and eyed Micheal, unsure as
whether or not to continue while holding something behind her back.

“Oh
good grief, Renee`,” Ouna responded as she rose from her seat.
“He's practically family. What have you got there?”

The nurse
brought around the specimen jar that she had held away from view,
holding it up for them like a hand model, eyes still wide with
wonder.

“Have
you ever seen anything like this??” She asked in awe.

Ouna's eyes
grew wide, and a smile played on her lips as she examined the radiant
sphere within the specimen jar. She muttered, “not in this
lifetime, I haven't.”

“My
Gods... This came out of our little Kagome??” Michael was
beside himself, as he got up to peer into the jar.

“Michael,”
Ouna turned to him. “I present to you, the Shikon no Tama.”

And his
eyes went wide.

~oo00O00oo~
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