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A Bus Stoirytirytale	By : Sabichan Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 9924 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Okay so I lied in the last author's note....I just confused myself.
Man you guys are gonna love this!!
Here we go, the precursor to my big fat twist.

You know, it's proabably not all that bad, but to me it is. I had a lot of ideas to throw in here, but this one turned out to be the very best, and really gave the story a whole new side to it.
Also, the first part of this chapter will explain the whole deal with the Shikon no Tama, and I hope you like what I've done with it. I really wanted it to have a special meaning, because in all honesty, it's the one thing that brought Inu and Kag together in the first place (In the actual story I mean)

*vibrates with excitement*

I've had a few people request that I send them e-mails to let them know when I update this story, and I holy wly wouldn't mind doing so. So if you want it too, just let me know, it's really not a problem. Makes me feel special.

*head doubles in size*
**Still vibrating with excitement**

So here we go!
Ja ne!
~Sabichan~

I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some
Long forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say...

..."Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you"

**K POV**

We pulled up in front of the Fukai Mori, and I turned to look at Sango questioningly.

�Who�s here that I have to talk to?�

�You�ll see...Jeez �Gome, you�ve sure got a lead foot on ya.�

�Yeah well you drive like an old woman. All hunched up around the steering wheel, squinty and slow.� I teased as I imitated her.

�Stop being such a bitch and get out of the fucking car. Before I pull your ass out.�

�Such profanity. You�re a bad influence.� I unbuckled my seatbelt as she rolled her eyes at me.

�Whatever, don�t act like you�re a curse virgin. If anything, you�re the bad influence. Making me ditch work and all.�

�Hey we had fun didn�t we?�

I thought back to the day I�d asked Sango to call into work to spend the day together. It had been great, yet still failed to compare to the day Inuyasha and I had. Nothing could compare to that.

Sigh.

We walked into the restaurant, and the knot in my stomach grew tighter. She was so adamant about me talking to whoever she�d brought me to see.

Faye stood at the podium, mulling over an inventory form. She glanced up and smiled when she saw me. She walked over and gave me a warm, motherly hug.

�Kagome! Good to see you, you look well.�

�You too Faye.�

Sango walked away to the break room as I chatted with Faye, even though I�d seen her just the other day. I came by a lot-taking a leave of absence from school and work had left me with a lot of time to fill. Still it was better than going and facing all the stares I got from the way I looked. Remnants of bruises still covered most of my face, and I had a small scar healing on my left temple.

�Don�t kid yourself, girl�

Okay, so I just didn�t want to go anymore. And I wasn�t sure if I was going to go back. Somehow, after all that had happened, school just seemed so...pointless. Like Inuyasha had said, why bother making all the effort for something that wasn�t really going to improve my life? Who was going to hire me just because I had a bachelors in History? I wasn�t even sure what I wanted to do with my life in the first place...I needed time to think.

Still I was glad to get away from the house. My aunt had been staying with us for a week now, and I could barely stand the woman. I couldn�t understand why my mother had taken her in. Sure they were related and all, but she was so cold and bitchy all the time. All she did was brag about how good of a miko she used to be when she was my age, all the while implying that I was worth shit compared to her.

Then again I wasn�t the one who had been divorced three times and flat broke. Not to mention I wasn�t a whore.

�Kagome?�

My train of thought was broken by an unfamiliar voice calling my name.

I looked up and met the eyes of Inuyasha�s mother standing in the doorway of the break room.

I hadn�t seen much of her all the times I had visited. Mainly because I had made a point not to. I
was...afraid of her for some reason.

She smiled and gestured for me to follow her.

�Please join me. I think you and I need to talk.�

I nodded and swallowed hard. I walked past her into the small room and sat down. She asked Faye to bring us some tea, then closed the door behind her before joining me at the table.

�We may have gotten off to a bad start. I can�t imagine all the things my son has told you about me.� I noted the way she avoided saying his name.

�He really didn�t like to speak about anything like that.� I said, staring at my wringing hands.

�You can be honest with me Kagome-you and I-we�re two of a kind.�

I looked uth hth her at that.

�What do you mean?�

�We both love one person more than should be possible.�

Faye bustled in just then and placed the tea before us, then leithoithout a word. I took a sip, hoping it would calm my nerves a bit.

�Kagome. I know you�re in love with Inuyasha. I only hope you know he loves you too.� I sat frozen in shock for a few moments, the cup still pressed against my lips. Finally I snapped out of it.

�I...I can�t see that being true.�

�You should see him. He thinks about you all the time. You�ve changed him so much, and in the process, you changed me too.�

�I feel like I�ve wrecked his life.�

�No, you�ve become his life. You mean so much to him, more than he realized before all of this happened. After all, he gave you the Jewel.�

My hand went instinctively to my necklace. I hadn�t taken it since he�d put it on me.

�What...Why is it so important? Inuyasha said there was a story behind it.�

�It means something to our family, Kagome. Much like the shrine you live on, it is a part of our history. I understand that you are confused about what it means, but first I should tell you where it came from. A long time ago, there was a miko, like yourself, and a half demon who fell in love with her.�

As soon as the words fell from her lips, I froze again, mid sip.

�You know this, don�t you?� I nodded.

�I know this story, Mrs. Shingetsu. But I�ve never heard of the Shikon no Tama or anything like it.�
She smiled coyly and stirred her tea.

�That is because it is a Shingetsu family secret. Legend says the family is descended from a long
line of Demons, and it�s said that that�s where our men get their unique looks. You know the story then, so all I�ll have to say is this: That half-demon, he was one of our ancestors, part of the great demon family that ruled the western lands, where this city is now built.�

�So where does the jewel come in?�

�It is what that half-demon was going to use to become human. The Shikon no Tama is mysterious, and rumored to have magical properties. And if one to make a wish on it, he would be granted his hearts desire. He acquired the Jewel and made his way back to the Miko that he loved so dearly. You know how the rest turns out. They both died so tragically and the jewel fell into the hands of the half-demon�s family. They came to realize just how much the jewel had meant to him, and they started a tradition that has been continued to the present day. A tradition that you are now a part of, Kagome.�
I had been listening with rapt attention, occasionally sipping my tea. This story was all new to me. Grandpa, nor any of the other priests or mikos in our family had ever discovered the way the half-demon was to become human. It had just become a minor detail to a tragic love story.

�What do you mean?�

�You should be asking what the jewel means.� She took a sip of her tea, then took a deep breath.

�He�s given you his soul Kagome. That�s what the jewel means to us. This is the way the Shingetsu men declare their total and undying love to the woman they want to spend the rest of their lives with. My husband gave me the jewel. Now my son has given it to you.�

I stared at her blankly for a moment. I didn�t know what to say. I was so shocked, and I began to realize what he had meant that day he�d left my hospital room, crying.

�Maybe someday it�ll help you realize how much you meant e.�

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