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Winds of Change	By : Pumayaton Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 2996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Kagome rose from her bath for the last time and looked at her fingers. Good and prune-y, she thought, as she stretched her tired muscles. Her feet squished a little as she walked across the tile bath to the full length mirror that hung on the back of the washroom door. She stood there for a second, just staring at the steam before she used her towel to clear it away. She stared at her naked body, knowing that this may be the last time she got to see herself in a full length mirror. Her skin was still pink from the rough scrubbing she had given herself, and she had a few cuts on the back of her right hand from falling into a gorse bush. On her left forearm was a faint bruise from when she had fired a poor shot from her bow, and slapped her arm with the string. She ran her hands over her freshly shaved body, relishing how smooth it felt, and reminded herself to pack her dad’s old straight razor, since it could be sharpened over and over. She didn’t bother grabbing any soap or shampoo before she walked out the door.
“Might as well just jump into the lifestyle”, she sighed.
She wrapped the towel around her hair and grabbed her robe off the hanger beside the door and tied it around her, and stomped to her bedroom. She pulled her big red suitcase out of the closed and began throwing things inside. She packed three pairs of her most sensible shoes, four changes of clothes, along with socks, bras, and underwear. An old silver hand mirror and brush of her grandmother’s were gently wrapped inside a mink cape, another heirloom, this one from her great aunt. A paper package was set on top of the fur containing Kagome’s expensive festival kimono and obi, a black silk creation decorated with gold and silver swallows that chased red and dark blue dragonflies. She went to her desk next and pulled out a photo album crammed with memories and an empty journal. Paper is expensive in the feudal era, she thought practically, and tossed in another two empty leather books followed by a handful of black ink pens. Her suitcase was still over a quarter empty and she had no clue what to pack.
The thought of leaving her modern comforts forever with almost half her suitcase empty sent her into a nervous fit of laughter. She looked around the room again and decided on a few school books that could be used to teach Shippou and the thin, silky bathrobe she used in the summer, plus a few other random sundries.
She grabbed some clothes and plodded back to the bathroom. She smeared some moisturizer on her face, and then hummed while she blasted her hair with her blow dryer. She took her time dressing herself in a pair of jean shorts and a plain white tank top, and then, for once, pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She was quite pleased with what she saw when she looked in the mirror one last time before she went to go drag her closed suitcase and backpack downstairs. She paused at the entrance to her bedroom door, looking over her shoulder at the simple room that had been her haven for eighteen years. Her eyes began to water and she looked at the window, imagining Inuyasha’s form perched there, glaring at her. She tilted her head back to prevent her tears from leaving telling trails down her face.
I couldn’t live without him, she thought, and smiled.
“Goodbye, old life.” She whispered, and before she shut the door, she turned off the light.
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Mrs. Higurashi sat back down to her tea, which had now cooled to a comfortable temperature. Inuyasha had gone to take the boxes she had packed through the well so that he wasn’t over-encumbered when he took Kagome with him for the final time. She could hear her daughter upstairs moving quietly around her bedroom and assumed that she was packing what she could to take with her back in time.
I cannot cry, or she might not leave. I have to be strong, because my daughter, and Inuyasha need each other.
Mrs. Higurashi sipped her tea and stared out the kitchen window for what seemed like forever, playing grainy memories over and over again in her mind. Kagome’s first steps and the first word she spoke. The time when Kagome was in first grade and came home mad as a hatter because some boy had kissed her cheek and given her cooties. The first time Kagome had gone to a slumber party, not knowing that her mother was back at home crying because her baby had grown up so much. All the memories made her smile, and she couldn’t stop a tear from sliding down her face.
A sudden noise caused the woman to look up from her cup to the doorway. Kagome stood there, looking more like a woman than she ever had. Her daughter’s hair was pulled back to reveal a face that had somehow lost its last traces of baby fat, giving way to high cheekbones and a pointed chin. Her clothes showed a womanly figure, full of slight curves that simply hadn’t been there when she had fallen down the well three years ago. Her long, thin legs looked powerful and strong, and no longer had the gangly-ness of youth.
Kagome dropped the handle of her luggage, and opened her mouth to speak, seeing the tear roll down her mother’s face, but before she could say anything her mother rose suddenly from the table.
Kagome’s mouth shut, and in a sudden rush of emotion she felt five years old again and desperately needed her mother. The two women, one feeling incredibly young, and the other, disastrously old, ran to each other’s embrace. Kagome’s hands wrapped around her mother’s waist, as her mother petted her hair and clung to her shoulders.
After a long minute, they pulled back, and looked each other in the eyes.
“Mom, I just don’t belong here anymore. I’ve been gone to long and I just…”
“You don’t have to say anything else sweetheart. I would give anything for one more day with your father.” Mrs. Higurashi took a step back and wiped her face with the bottom of the apron she was wearing, ”I’m just sad that there are so many things I will miss, and so many things that I never had the chance to tell you!”
“I love you, Mom.”
“I love you too, sweetheart. It’s time for you to go now; there are people that need you, and a whole new life that’s waiting for you now!”
“Ahem.”
Both women turned to see a rather embarrassed looking Inuyasha standing at the door, and laughed.
“Honey, Inuyasha and I have already said our goodbyes, and there are some things he took ahead that I packed for you. I’ll tell Sota and Jii-chan that you love them. Saying goodbye to one person is hard enough!” Mrs. Higurashi’s eyes misted over again as her daughter grabbed her suitcase and walked to the door, where the dog demon swung it up on his shoulder and grabbed her daughter’s hand.
Kagome walked forward in long strides, two steps behind her love, and just as she reached the door to the well house, turned back and ran. She kissed both her mother’s tear stained cheeks, and hugged her tightly once more.
“Don’t forget me!” She whispered.
“Never.”
Mrs. Higurashi closed her eyes to keep more tears from spilling over, and when she opened them, her baby was gone.
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Back in the feudal era, the pair walked silently through the rice fields. Inuyasha could hear his friend sniffling quietly every couple of steps, and he knew she was biting back more tears. He dropped the suitcase in front of himself, and turned suddenly pulling the young woman into a tight hug, and allowed her to cry loudly into his haori. They stood this way for what seemed like forever, as loud ugly sobs rang out across the empty landscape.
Finally, he broke the silence. “You could go back you know. You don’t have to stay here.” He held his breath, expecting her to turn tail, and run back to her own time. Instead the sobbing stopped, and she looked up into his face, and smiled through her tears.
“It’s just hard to leave your family, you know, but it would be harder to leave you and Miroku, and Sango, and Shippou. I couldn’t live with that.” He carefully wiped her eyes with the sleeve of his haori, tilted her chin up to him with gentle fingers, and kissed her softly. She kissed him back, and then pulled away and smiled again as she looked at his stoic face.
“I just want you to be happy, wench.”
“And I will be. Let’s go see our friends at Kaede’s hut. It must be at least three in the afternoon! They are probably worried about us!”
Inuyasha threw her bag over his shoulder again, and turned to take her hand in his free one, and in this fashion, they walked silently into the village.
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Author’s Note-
Darlings,
Thank you for being so patient with me over this long and dreadful holiday. My family was just as opinionated as ever. I hope your festivities were more enjoyable than mine.
To the dear that wished for longer chapters: I will do my best to acquiesce your request, however I have little time, and even shorter patience, so I hope you will bear with me!
What do you think should happen next? I look forward to hearing from you my duckies!
Delightedly yours,
Pumayyaton
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