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Miko no Makimono	By : cakeiton Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 4431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Miko Scroll

Originally beta'd by Leah.

I don't own anything Inuyasha.

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Anka was not scheduled to be at the shrine for another two hours, but Kagome’s phone call seemed urgent. By the time he got to the steps she was pacing at the top wearing her usual khaki skirt that hit her knees and a simple, flowing shirt that fluttered angrily with her quick movements. With the little youki he possessed he could sense anxiousness more than agitation, and he allowed his shoulders to relax, concluding she was not angry at him.

Half way up she noticed his approach. “Ah! Anka, there you are! What took you so long!?”

Maybe he was wrong.

He slowed to a stop half way up and stared, questioning her with his eyes. Even in his casual button up shirt and blue jeans he looked almost too regal to be human.

Kagome looked down at the adolescent-looking part demon. Immediately her heart tugged and she regretted her harsh tone. “I mean, sorry. I just have something to show you and I don’t know how to go about it and….”

He nodded slightly and continued up the stairs to join her at her side. “Whatever it is, I’m sure we can figure it out.” She answered with a welcoming smile, thankful she didn’t have to finish her apologetic sentence and relieved she was no longer alone with her thoughts.

After leading him to the house she gestured for him to sit down and immediately set out to prepare tea and a snack, but his deep tone stopped her. “I am fine you do not need to do that.”

The arms stilled above her head from grabbing cups as Kagome looked at her young partner. “It’s no problem…” her words trailed off as she followed his gaze to the tablet still unwrapped and face up on the table. Though he was trying to sit still she could see he was anxious as well, maybe even a little bit nervous. His arms were folded across his chest and he appeared scared that if he moved the shiny grey key would disappear. She dropped her arms to the side and waited for him to do something. Anything. For two hours after Hojo left she couldn’t stop moving, eager to share this with Anka. She would pick up the tablet, set it back down, reread the poems over and over, wipe the counter, walk the grounds, anything to pass the time and release her tension. Now, he was just sitting there and not even picking up the tablet and it was frustrating. How can he always be so calm?

Kagome cleared her throat. He didn’t move. She tried louder yet he seemed too lost in his thoughts. Sighing she closed the small gap from her to the table and reached into his line of sight. His eyes moved to her face and they betrayed his stoic appearance. Kagome lost all irritation when she saw his concern, his anxiousness, and his… guilt? The question remained unanswered as she flipped the tablet over, brushing off her irrational irritation, and revealing the information hidden.

“You’re missing the best part,” she said, her voice soft to calm him.

Glancing back down, Anka took in the lines. Slowly his arms uncrossed to grab the edge of the table, pushing him up and keeping a gaze locked on the stanzas. He stood up and rested his hands on the table top, bending slightly at the waist and his eyes were hidden behind beautiful short black bangs while reading the lines out loud.

“A history hidden

New destinies already tangled

Scroll in entwining times

Years overlooked

Beneath ground not there

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“Time does as pleases

Small walls of ancient wood

Carry the miko

Carry the warrior

Return to fate

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“Beauty thrives

Stone outlasts splendor

Separate the two

Forever separate the races

It will end in war”

His eyes stayed on the tablet, her eyes on him, they both refused to move. Kagome knew she would have to tell him and he seemed like he was waiting for some sort of explanation. As weird as it was, he would have to believe her, right?

Again, Kagome broke through his statue impersonation. “Um, Anka, I think we need to talk about a couple… I mean, there are some things I need to tell you…” Unfinished sentences and nervous fiddling took over, the hem of her sleeve getting the worst of it. She knew she had to reveal everything, she knew she needed his help, but she couldn’t imagine how to continue or even where to start.

Anka’s voice interrupted her internal dilemma. “Kagome?” His voice was younger than she had ever heard it through the familiarity of his address. She felt something swell in her heart that she hasn’t truly felt in years. She just knew she found a friend.

Kagome gained her confidence back when her heart was able to truly hold on to someone again. She felt a strength return to her that she had thought was lost forever upon leaving her battle companions and best friends behind 500 years ago. Raising her head she gave herself a pep talk.

I am a time traveling miko who helped defeat the greatest evil known to feudal Japan. I have a power unknown and unsurpassed in modern times. I’ve loved a dog hanyou, mothered a demon fox, and employed a… whatever Anka is. Hell, I even graduated! If I can do all that, then telling him should be no problem!

Placing her hands lightly over Anka, Kagome quietly took a seat to his right. She felt the involuntary twitch that screamed at him to take his hand back, but instead he ignored instinct, fought to keep his hand still, and looked at her with a warm expression for the first time. Again, she didn’t ask him why it was muddled with guilt.

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It was early evening when Kagome finished the short version of her story of Naraku and the Shikon no Tama, the tale only broken up by two shrine customers that day. Kagome’s hands stopped shaking when he did not react to telling him about the well. It surprised her, but his acceptance was comforting. Also, unexpectedly he hadn’t asked any questions. In fact, the only time he moved was to nod his head, urging her to continue. At the end of the story she had even managed to sputter out how she intended to stay in the feudal era, but…

“…Let’s just say, complications arose and it wasn’t right for me to be there any longer.”

He stared at her for a little while then nodded to the ground, accepting her explanation as vague as it might have been.

Kagome expected something, some sort of reaction. It was just like with the tablet; he refused to react to what was happening around him.

“Oi!” Her voice demanded. He looked at her almost annoyed, with one eyebrow cocked. It was his only face that made him look like a teenager. She had clearly broken his train of thought on something he deemed important and the sudden switch irritated his young maturity level.

“You sure don’t talk much, Anka.”

He shrugged it off and finally broke his silence. “One’s words do not hold the same importance if one is talking all the time.” His words sounded much old then his appearance, and almost like they belonged to someone else. It usually brought a smile to her face thinking about him trying to meet some unknown standard. He must have had one hell of a teacher, though she doubted he would ever tell who. However, this time it felt like an insult to her.

“…What’s that supposed to mean?”

Obvious confusion swept his features before he processed what he just had said and quickly held his hands up in defense. “I… I didn’t mean… not you,” he stuttered as he tried to regain his composure. “Most who speak constantly babble nonsense. I have never heard you voice anything idiotic or trivial, even with all of your… talking.”

Kagome couldn’t help but smirk at his antics. Anka was always nothing but courteous, though he could be thick-headed at times. Shippo used to be difficult sometimes too. She laughed internally thinking the Inuyasha was way more difficult than Shippo and Anka combined. Looking back at him with warm eyes she urged the conversation forward.

“So… what do you think?”

His eyes asked the question before his words did. “What do you think about the poems?”

She wasn’t sure she was ready to think about what the tablet meant. The strength that surged through her body all day when she spoke of her travels was leaving. She felt like a fighter when she recalled her jewel trials. Now, instead of the idea of once again doing something important thrilling her, she was scared. There was the obvious fear of death, dismemberment, and of course going back and facing everyone she left behind, but the main source was something surprising; now that she faced it. Not sure who she was anymore, she feared this would define her. She has always been what everyone and everything told her to be; Kikyo’s reincarnation, the Shikon priestess, the shard finder, the wish maker, the healer, the student, the mother, the surrogate sibling, the lost lover… was that who she was or what everyone wanted her to be? If it was her true identity… then she was truly lost in the past.

Looking at the ground and playing with her sleeve she replied, “I think it’s telling me to go back.”

He nodded and waited for her eyes to meet his again, but they didn’t. He forced an overly soothing tone while asking, “And the scroll?”

If it wasn’t for his slightly increased hearing he would have thought she stopped breathing, but in fact she was filling her lungs low and slow, gently processing what this path was going to lead and knowing that deep inside her she would follow regardless.

She sighed in resolution. This is it…

“I think it’s buried at the bottom of the well.”

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Thirty minutes after the shrine had closed Kagome was questioning her abilities to interpret poetry.

Okay… maybe it’s not down here.

It was growing darker as they worked with her only flashlight shining down on Anka as he dug and Kagome sat on the edge, waiting for a bucket on the bottom to be filled so she could pull it up. The ground was harder than she thought it would be and had only gone 3 feet deeper than the original level of the well’s ground level. Each minute ticked away her anxiousness and annoyance grew along with the dirt pile accumulating in the shrine house.

However, Anka never lost motivation. If anything, his drive increased as the time passed.

“Anka, maybe it’s not here, maybe I read it wrong?” Kagome offered.

“No,” Anka said smoothly, then breaking ground with the shovel again. “It makes sense. It has to be here.” He looked up at her with his eyes gleaming in the artificial light and Kagome gasp when she saw gold. Blinking, she stared back down to confirm her shock only to see his normal brown orbs staring back up.

It must be the light or my mind playing tricks on me. Do I really want to see Inuyasha so badly, or it is the fact that I DON’T that’s making me nervous…

“Please,” Anka started and she waited for him to continue. He focused back on the ground and disturbed more earth to turn his eyes away. “Do not give up.”

He could be so weird. They weren’t close, but she was sure they were friends. Sighing, she was replaying the tanka’s message over in her head, trying to find more clues. It was unreasonable to keep this up for too long, if it wasn’t here no amount of digging would get to it. Her thoughts strayed to the inescapable reunions she would have to face if they had found it and wondered deep within in: Do I want to find this and return to them?

A tug on the rope in her hand signaled for another load of well soil to be lifted out. She began pulling the heavy bucket up and revisited her thoughts. Kagome could not deny her excitement, but she could not hide her fear.

What will it mean if we actually find it?

Pull.

What will be inside it? Will it explain about the “war”?

Pull.

Will I do what it says and go back?

Pull… pull…

Sigh. How could I not? ... I will go back.

“Kagome-san!”

The breath caught in her throat. She knew what his tone meant. Without thinking she let the rope go, sending the dirt filled bucket down towards Anka. Her eyes widened in fear as she desperately tried to grab the rope back, and failed. When she heard the thud she hurried to look over the side, pleading he wasn’t hurt between panicked quick breaths, but saw nothing in the darkness.

“Anka? Anka!?”

“Oi.”

Kagome looked up at the filthy teenager standing unharmed on the opposite edge gracefully. “I was out before it landed.”

He was okay. She had never seen him use youkai speed before, but all thoughts were interrupted as she stared at his hands and felt waves of apprehension mix with adrenaline.

“Kagome-san… it just appeared in my hands.”

Because I said I’d go back. The thought was immediate and foolish, but she knew deep down it was true. Walking the edge of the well effortlessly then gracefully jumping down next to her, Anka never took his eyes the cylindrical, leather-wrapped item in his hands. Her eyes moved to his, begging for him to open it. Complying, he loosened the leather ties and unwound the binding from what revealed to be a green cloth bound scroll faded with age wound around a single wood cylinder that was simple, but stained dark on its edges. A sutra placed on the center of the fabric seemed to keep the scroll from unraveling, not its deteriorating, loose fabric tie.

Anka looked at Kagome who just stared at their item. Something inside him must have urged to keep going and unroll the scroll, but when his hand touced the sutra a pink glow filled the shrine house with light and burned the semi-youkai’s hand into retreat.

“Son of a bitch!” He cried out dropping the scroll. Kagome was shocked at his lack of normal composure and would have laughed if it wasn’t for all the uncertainties in the air. Instead, she offered her hand to him.

“Here, I’ll try to open it, but can you stand by me? I’m a little afraid.”

He blinked a few times before moving to her right, but did not take her hand. She was hurt, but figured he had never been exposed to a miko’s powers before, and now that he knew what they could do he would be apprehensive for a while.

“As I said before, Anka,” she said warmly as she reached down for the scroll, “You don’t have to be afraid of me.”

As she wrapped her fingers around the ancient green cloth she heard his steady voice above her. “I wish I could say the same.”

She had no time to process his words. When her skin hit the scroll her head immediately became fuzzy. The ground underneath her was suddenly gone and the room spun. With whatever strength she had left she tried to let go of the scroll, but it wouldn’t let her. She fell to the ground and felt like she was falling forever as she looked up and saw Anka standing motionless above her with blue fireflies of light dancing behind him.

Her last thought before losing consciousness was not on the impending danger, or Anka’s words, but on the familiar pull of magic coming from the bottom of the Bone Eater’s pit.

The well! It’s open!

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