A Parallel Dimensional Fairytale

A parallel dimensional fairytale
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Prologue 2
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This really wasn't gonna be his day and he should have known.

He had awoken with a start as his heart had done a painful beat, his nose informing him immediately that he was at some unknown place and alone, thus not in direct danger, but still his body had reacted instinctively and he fell to the ground in a defensive crouch within a matter of seconds.

Surprisingly his joints cracked loudly and his muscles ached as if they had not been used for quite a while. This confused him because as far as he remembered the last time he had used them had been almost directly before he fell asleep the other night.

'Odd'

He then considered opening his eyes but decided to wait a little longer, as the room he found himself in, he'd guessed it was a rather large and empty room by the way the walls reflected the little noise he'd been producing, had been brightly lit, too brightly for his sensitive eyes even through his eyelids. He'd relaxed a little and tried to figure out were he was and what was going on while he'd gotten used to the light.

Having concentrated on his excellent sense of smell he soon found that the room strangely seemed to be lacking any scent of its own. Normally even a totally empty room smelled at least of wood, paint or of the paste used to fix the wallpapers, but he'd smelled nothing besides what he'd recognized as his own scent and the very faint smell of paper and ink.

As soon as the greenish blur behind his eyelids faded into a natural pink one, he'd carefully opened his eyes, struggling some as they'd seemed to be unnaturally dry, blinking a few times to moisten them and taken in the sight that presented itself to him.

He'd indeed been crouched down with his back to the white wall of a large circular room with nothing in it, not even any recognizable source of light and, to his distress, also without any visible exit.

He'd gotten up slowly and once again his joints protested, not as loudly as before though, and turned around to see what it was he had fallen down from after waking up but found the wall behind him empty expect for a slight deepening in the form of a man's body, probably his own.

'...Right... So I was, like, glued to that wall then woke up and fell down... this makes no sense at all! How's that supposed to work? How'd I even get into this room? It fucking has no visible opening.'

Utterly confused he'd turned around again and started to walk along the wall searching for a hidden door or another way out but he'd circled the room without success.

He'd glanced upwards intending to check out the ceiling but simply found none. The wall enclosing him seemed to reach up endlessly, at least too high for him to distinguish any ending.

It was about then he started to panic, circling the room once again and then another time. He'd even tried to destroy the wall with his claws several times but they'd just slithered across the surface as if it was made of unbreakable glass.

If there was one thing he hated, maybe even was afraid of, it was being locked up inside a room without escape. He wasn't claustrophobic, it didn't matter whether the room was large or small, he just never felt at ease without the sky and behind that the endlessness of the universe above him.

He'd turned around helplessly and then spotted something on the floor in the middle of the room the same moment as the faint scent of paper and ink hit his nose again.

He'd leaped towards it immediately and picked it up.

It was a letter, handwritten and addressing...him.


Inuyasha

I assume you have a large number of questions right now and I can assure you, you will have them answered, just not now. A full explanation would cost too much time, time you don't have, for right now there are some more urgent matters to be taken care of. You'll have to go with the most basic facts for the moment.

Before you read this though, I must insist you take this letter seriously, dead seriously to be specific.

So here are some facts that should help you understand your current situation, both in the geographical and the metaphorical meaning of the word:

You are dead.

Inuyasha stared at the letter unbelievingly. 'Dead? But...'

Your date of death is November 17th, 1984.

You died, you might or might not remember that, by severe alcohol poisoning (Considering you are a hanyou and have a resistance to any kind of poison that is about two hundred times higher than humans standards, that is quite an achievement I would say.), or you would have, if you hadn't choked on your own vomit first.

He'd frowned, thought, then remembered. 'Yeah I had this feeling I could have overestimated my capacity a little... the whole 'drink yourself to sleep' thing had recently begun to turn into more of a 'drink yourself to unconsciousness' thing, after all.' But then he fell asleep, and everything had been alright, or so he thought. 'Choked on my own vomit? That's gross... but sure has tradition at least.'

Your soul, though, could not be released into reincarnation for it has a certain purpose to fulfill you will hear of later. Therefore, it was kept, in storage you could say, in the soul depot you find yourself in at the moment, to be released and given something I'll just call a body to make things easier for now.

In a few minutes you'll meet a girl. She's dead, just like you, but died only a few hours ago on May 19th, 2004. (You have been dead for almost twenty years now as you can see.)

"Twenty Years? Fuck!"

Her name is Kagome Higurashi.
Your meeting with her is of the utmost urgency you can imagine. I am not exaggerating if I say the fate of the universe lies in yours and Kagome's hands. You are to explain the things mentioned in this letter to her and don't even think of doing otherwise for that girl is your only way out of here.

To meet her, you have to open the door on the opposite part of the wall you were stored at. To do so all you have to do is put the palms of your hands against that wall and say, ''Kagome''

That girl, Kagome, will most probably first appear to be helplessly confused, which is because she fell....

He'd stopped reading. He'd needed no further information (or so he'd thought). There it was finally, his way out! Not wasting another second he'd spotted the place indicated in the letter and leaped towards it. He'd put the letter into his rear pocket and his hands against the wall.

"Kagome"

First nothing seemed to happen. Then the wall beneath his hands wavered slightly and a piece of the wall, about the shape of a small door disappeared.

Had he known by then what awaited him he was certain he would never have stepped through that door.

Well, first everything seemed alright. The girl was where she was supposed to be and awake, the problem with her memory had been easy enough to solve to not really bother him.

When she exploded like that at the comment he'd made about her acting like she'd never had a body before, he should have known she was going to cause him trouble. She had really been acting weird and he just had not been able to suppress the urge to joke about that. So what, he'd not wanted to insult her... not much at least... OK so maybe a little, that was not the point.

But when she'd screamed at him like that and tried to tell him what to do, when she should have begged him to help her out of the whole mess they were in, he'd been the one to explode.

He'd thought he'd done a good job scaring her a little, showing her who was the boss and so on, and she more or less seemed to submit. She was just a little girl after all, and so, when she'd asked him to step back so she could see his face he'd seen no reason not to.

There was just one factor he had not paid attention to up to then, not that he really was to blame under the circumstances.

Inuyasha was a hanyou, half human and half dog-demon, living among humans in world where youkai had become so rare that mankind didn't even know of them existing.

He had a few rules set up for himself to make life among humans possible.

The first and most important rule was to conceal any signs of his youkai heritage, and so he hid his strength and speed (OK to say he hid them was a little exaggerated perhaps... let's say he showed them to a level that was veeery impressive but not humanly impossible), as well as he ALWAYS wore some hat or bandanna or anything to cover his ears.

But when he died, it had been night, he had been alone in his apartment except for 'Uncle Vodka' and thus had not worn any headgear.

Unfortunately, he was not aware of that fact until that girl asked him to step back and thankfully he remembered then, just in time, but found himself unable to deny her that request, as well as he realized she was going to see him eventually, either now or when she would try to fight her way out of that room if he kept denying her the exit, feisty as she seemed to be.

So he'd thought it would be the best to just get through with it now and he'd spoken some words of warning or well, rather had begged her not to freak out, and stepped back, pondering on how this was just not going to be his day.

He planned to be on guard and prepare for her sure to come scream. But his body gained control over his mind once again, (something he had gotten used to as the prolonged lifespan of a youkai came along with a ridiculously long period of adolescence) and he forgot that plan immediately at the sight of her combined with her scent washing over him as she exited the dark room.

He had lived a long life and seen innumerable beautiful women and girls but he was sure she was the most beautiful one.

She wore one of those sailor suit school uniforms that always seemed to have been designed solely to awake the nastiest fantasies, in every healthy man, anyway. But, seeing her, he wondered what her mother had thought she was doing when she let her daughter go to school in a uniform that fit her so well... too well.

The green skirt contradicted everything he knew about school dress codes (not that he had actually ever really been to school) and barely covered the thighs of her smooth, long legs and the blouse was not only so short that he caught glimpses of her abdomen as she moved, but also seemed to be a little... OK maybe way too tight, accentuating her... womanly assets in a way that made it impossible for him not to notice them moving.

Inuyasha swallowed and struggled to tear his eyes of her almost overly curvy body, bouncing as she came to a halt in front of him, and looked at her face instead.

He was glad she was not facing him that moment because he was sure that one look into her eyes would have been enough and he would have been done for.

While her body was quite a sight, impossibly curvy for a fifteen year old school girl (maybe not that, but way too curvy for him to feel comfortable), her face, framed by long, black, wavy hair, was simply breathtaking, eerie almost with her fair porcelain skin shimmering in the white light (Or did she shimmer herself? He wasn't quite sure).

Her face, somewhere between oval and round, was adorned by a sweet nose, lips red and like those of a doll and, beneath elegantly curved black eyebrows, the most beautiful silvery blue gray eyes, large and framed by endlessly long lashes.

Staring in amazement and staring and staring he felt almost hypnotized and trapped by her eyes, like he was falling into them. Therefore, it was a real miracle that he caught the movement of her eyes the moment her gaze traveled further upwards, but he did, and when he saw her expression turn into a puzzled one all he thought was, 'Fuck. She saw them.'

Expecting her to scream, he flattened his ears to his skull when she opened her mouth and was positively surprised when she did not scream but in an insecure tone just asked, "Are those dog ears?"

His first urge was to just deny the existence of his ears and tell her to get a good therapist to help her with those delusions but he suppressed it.

That would only get her pissed off again and would not get him out any faster. Her reaction hadn't been as bad as he expected it to be anyway so he just decided to go with the truth.

"Yeah, sort of."

"Are they real? I mean are those your real ears?"

"Yes."

He brushed away the hair besides his face that would normally have covered his human ears. "You see? No ears there."

"So you are not human or something? Are you, like, a dog-human thingy? Some genetic experiment? Or did you have your normal ears replaced by those?"

"No! Why would anyone do that?!?"

"Who knows... What are you, then?"

"Look I'd love to explain this to you but at the moment we really don't have the time for this. We have to get out of here first and then I'm gonna tell you about me, OK?"'Like hell.'

"Out of here? Oh yeah. Where are we, anyway? You were gonna answer that. And also why I am here... so?"

'Damn those bastards who ever they are. Why do I have to tell her? It's not like I really know anything myself. You would know if you had just finished reading that letter. Be quiet, I know that. Arrgh what to say...'

"You are dead." 'Uh, veery sensitive.'

"N-What?"

"Dead. You died today. What's the last thing you remember doing? Probably was something you should not have done."

"...I ..I went after Buyo, my cat, he... he'd fallen down that old well again... or so I thought... but I stared as hard as I could and I didn't spot him... then... Damn! He suddenly appeared at my legs and I started up and slipped... and I fell over the rim of the well... but it isn't that deep, why am I dead?"

"Well, sounds like you fell in head first so you probably broke your neck." 'Even more sensitive.'

"...I'm dead? Dead? Are you an angel then? Is this like heaven or something?"

"I have no idea." 'An angel?'

"What? B-but... "

"You see, that's why I wanna get out of here as fast as possible. I don't really know what is going on myself. I'm dead too, you know, but I got this letter and it says someone's gonna tell me once I am out of here. And to get out of here I had to meet you and then... then!"

"What then?"

"Well I haven't read the letter that far. I thought the door to you was also the door out but it doesn't seem to be like that. So if you just keep quiet for a second, I'll see what we have to do next."

He fished the letter out of his pocket and unfolded it.

"No wait. Let me read, too."

She tried to snatch the letter from his hands but he held on to it.

"No way. That's my letter and I'm gonna read it. Stop tugging. You are gonna rip it, stupid bitch."

"I told you not to call me bitch again. And your reading skills obviously can't be trusted as you failed to read the letter before so let me read it. I can read it out loud if you want to."

"Bitch."

"Illiterate Moron."

"Delusional Cow."

"Getting along well already, I see?"

They stared at each other for a second then turned their heads to see who had suddenly appeared and spoken those words.
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A.N.: Edited 5/19/05
Whatever made me believe for one second that the first part was readable... well I hope it's better now.