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The Long Lost Time Traveler	By : Marcjb11 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > InuYasha/Kagome Views: 4765 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Long Lost Time Traveler
- 2-History And The Beginning
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A tall young man walked through the darkness of the night. It was cold the season on the verge of changing to winter though the man either did not care or did not feel the cold for he wore a thin blue short sleeved top and billowing red pants. His bright copper hair was tied in a high topknot and a short sword hung at his waist. Ears with sharp points were at the side of his head framing his inhumanly handsome face. His ocean blue eyes pierced through the blackness of the night revealing the secrets of the world as if the afternoon sun hung in the sky. If an observer were to gaze upon the man the first thing they would notice perhaps is the long, fully foxtail that extended behind him. His nose twitched as he breathed in the smells of the forest. The scent of blood filled his nose. It filled his nostril overriding the other scents of the forest. His eyes narrowed and he faster than a race horse in the direction of the scent. Trees whipped by him at a blur. Their branches illuminated by the crescent moon in the sky.
He slid to a stop as a village appeared in sight. It was flanked on either side by a narrow river. Rice patty fields ran adjacent to it. The village was silent not unusual at this time of night for the moon was past its apex. However the lack of candle light or smoke from a fire was what stood out. The redhead walked slowly to the village. The silence became eerie. His keen hearing couldn’t make out the usual sounds that came with a human settlement: soft sighs, whispers, nor the inhale and exhale of the lungs.
The smell of blood was almost overpowering now as he came to the village entrance. His footsteps were silent and he moved in a stealthy stalk passing by the bell at the entrance of the village without ringing it. His eyes began to glow and he projected his subconscious outward searching for some sort of life force. He found one.
The first body was that of a young woman. Her top was soaked with blood. Her right arm hung at an awkward angle. Broken. Her body was slumped forward her face hidden. She was placed against the entrance to a wooden hut. Blood collected at the bottom of the doorway staining the tail of the straw mat which served as the door. Undoubtedly from more bodies inside.
As the copper haired man pulled even with the woman he heard a gurgling sound emitted from her throat. He rushed towards her clearing the distance between them with inhuman quickness. He lifted her head gently cradling it in his hands and pulled her body straight to see her face. He nearly dropped her in surprise and disgust when confronted with the sight of her torn out throat. It stilled gushed out blood soaking his hands. The woman eyes cracked open and she stared up at him. Her eyes were filled with fear and delirium. Her hands grasped weakly at his arms her fingers too weak to hold on to him. She opened her mouth as if to speak but here tongue was gone and she could form no words. Tears ran down her cheeks washing away streaks of dirt. He held until her grasping stopped and her eyes glazed over.
His ears twitched and he shot up ready for whatever was watching him. He scanned the rooftops and saw nothing. He listened for another sound but all he heard was the river. The abundance of blood prevented him from getting a scent. Calming his breathing, he walked to wards the center of town.
Despite not being able to sense anything he could feel something in the air. All of the blood in the village was fresh and evidenced by the dying woman’s injuries whatever happened here occurred in the past hour. Meaning that whoever was responsible for this was still nearby.
The entire village was littered with bodies. Their clothes were soaked with blood and every one of them had their throats ripped out just as the first dead woman he encountered did. Men, women and children of all ages were scattered haphazardly across the village. Not a single one of them lived. Whatever had done this was clearly not human as there was very little signs of a struggle. The village had been taken by surprise and without warning leaving its one hundred inhabitants no chance of defending themselves.
He stepped into the rough circle which formed the center of the village. He stopped and closed his eyes projecting his conscious outward once again. He probed longer than last time pressing out farther his search more intensive. Nothing once again. As he was retracting his mental search he felt something. It was alien to him neither human nor demon. The conscious was wisp like shifting each time his mind pressed against it. Yet each time it was contacted the beat of a drum resonated through his heart. The copper haired man could feel his muscles weaken as fear set through his being. The fear was unnatural and not of his own design. He snarled in response. His sharp canines were bared and fire leapt from his palms racing outward. The blue flames danced across the rooftops. Spinning, he scorched a building behind him seeing the dark figure on top of it disappear.
There was a shift of air and his quick reflexes saved him from the swipe of a sword which would have severed his neck. His short sword pressed against the blade intent on taking his head. Before his eyes could make out who held the sword he was spinning and swatted away the stab aimed at his back. The next attacks came in a blur. From all sides his defenses were pressed by the same blade and it’s wielder. His attacker moved with inhuman speed that rivaled his own. Shadows curved around the attacker preventing him identifying who was behind the sword.
The copper haired man jumped backwards flipping through the air and landing on the roof a building thirty feet away from where he had been. He saw another flicker of the shadows and a long stream of fire erupted from his hand. The fire’s intent was not to burn but to reveal. The unnatural cloak of darkness around his attacker dissipated and a man was revealed.
“That’s some useful magic. Can’t say I’ve ever seen it before. What are you?” The newly revealed man asked. His clothes were a dark brown and grey in the fashion of the foreigners who now came to Japan.
“I could ask you the same question?” The copper haired boy yelled. His voice was smooth not revealing the fear that hung heavy in his chest threating to immobilize him. “You have no aura. How is that possible?”
“Ah. You must be one of those demons that I’ve heard so much about. I thought you were all going extinct?”
The copper haired teen ignored the question. “Are you responsible for what happened here? You reek of blood.”
“Why does it matter? Angry that I got here first? I hear you demons are ruthless.” The man taunted in a thick accent. His hair was golden and his features were unlike that of any native of Honshu or the rest of Japan for that matter. He undoubtedly came with the travelers and merchants who originated from places they called Europe and America.
“To answer your question yes I am a demon. Fox demon to precise. I am Shippo Nakamura, Lieutenant of Supreme emperor Sesshoumaru. It is by his law under the penalty of death that no demon attacks any human or interfere with their affairs. I charge you with the crime of the destruction of this village and the murder of its inhabitants. I am bound by duty and honor o bring to the demon realm where you will be judged for your crimes. If you refuse to come or you run then you will be in direct violation of Emperor Sesshoumaru’s word and I will hunt you and destroy you. “
The blond haired man with the foreign features laughed. “Well mate, the problem is that I am no demon and I know not of this Sesshoumaru you speak of nor do I recognize his laws. As you can see.” He grinned and gestured to the bodies around him. “Though I would love to see you try and kill me.” His jump carried him through the air but before his blade could connected with the fox’s a crossbow bolt buried itself in his chest inches from his heart. His body slammed into the ground.
Shippo turned quickly watching as another crossbow bolt buried itself in the blonde’s leg. The man screamed in pain took off into the night, his movements were a blur. Shippo’s eyes widened. His senses had picked up the sacred aura surrounding the crossbow bolts. He jumped from the rooftop landing lightly and walked towards the woman holding the crossbow. She had it lowered in a non-threatening position. Her clothes were strange made of a material Shippo did not recognize but they clung to her form. A full face helmet covered her face. As the two of them drew close Shippo picked up her scent. His eyes widen in shock and tears threatened to spill from his eyes. She carried a scent carried a scent he hadn’t smelled in three hundred years. A scent that had disappeared weeks after a girl went down a magical well to never return.
“Kagome?” he asked.
                The crossbow wielding woman removed her helmet and raven hair spilled down her back. Beautiful brown eyes stared up at him. When they had last seen each other he barely came up to her knee but three hundred years had made him tall and now her head only reached his chest.
                She touched his face and asked “Shippo?”
                He nodded and smiled at her inquiry. “It’s me Kagome.”
                “But how? It’s only been seven years since the well closed.”
                Shippo shook his head. “It’s been three hundred for us over here Kagome. We didn’t think we were ever going to see you again.”
                “Three hundred? So Miroku and Sango...” She trailed off.
                Shippo nodded. “They had ten kids before they passed. Nearly single handedly restarted the slayer village.”
                “Inuyasha is he..?”
                Shippo heard the hitch in her voice. He shook his head. “No he’s alive. Stronger and more stubborn than ever. He’s in the demon realm with Sesshoumaru but should be back soon.”
                Kagome hugged him tightly pinning his arms to his sides. “I didn’t know if I’d ever see you guys again. The well closed and I couldn’t cross over no matter how many times I tried.” Tears ran down her cheeks soaking his tunic.
                “I know Inuyasha tried for months and it never worked. He visited every day for decades but nothing ever happened.”
                Kagome sniffed and wiped at her tears. “How is he Shippo? I knew he’d take it hard. I just didn’t think I’d be gone for so long.”
                “He’s better now but it took him a long time to get there Kagome. Sesshoumaru’s assignments keep his mind occupied but deep down I know he longs for you.”
                “I miss him to. I tried going back every day after school. When that didn’t work I searched for anything that could have helped me return.”
                “Didn’t you have the Shikon Jewel?” Shippo asked
                Kagome shook her head. “When I fell down the well something went wrong and when I awoke in my time the jewel was gone.”
                Shippo nodded. “We figured something happened on your end. We didn’t know what though. Could only guess. How did you get back here?”
                “I don’t know Shippo. I’m not supposed to be here.” She saw the brief flash of disappointment on his face. “A lot of things happened back in my time when I got back. Terrible things and that creature you just saw is the reason why.”
                “Did he come with you?” Shippo asked.
                “No I don’t think he did. His clothes weren’t from my era. What year is this?”
                “1865” Shippo replied.
                Kagome recalled the dates from her history lessons. 1853 was the year four American Iron warships sailed into the bay of Edo, effectively ending Japanese isolationism and bringing about the industrial age in Japan. “You said Inuyasha was in the demon realm?”
                Shippo saw the confusion on her face, “Yeah it’s another planet where demons live. Sesshoumaru is the emperor of the world and Inuyasha is pretty much the prince though he denies any princely responsibilities.”
                Kagome smiled at that. “How do we get there? You said Inuyasha would return”
                “There are portals which we use to travel to and from. There is one a few miles from here.”
                “Well let’s go then” Kagome said.
                “Wait Kagome.” She looked at him. “Your clothes are different, hard like armor though unlike any armor I’ve seen. You have weapons like you’ve been preparing for a fight but you said you weren’t expecting to come here.”
                “That thing you just fought rules the world in my time Shippo. They attacked two years after the well closed and started a war. A war which we are losing. I’m armed because I’ve been war for the past five years killing those things.”
                “So you know what he was? I couldn’t get his scent and he had no demonic aura. There was no way he was human either.”
                “He isn’t a demon or human Shippo.”
                “Then what was he?”
                Kagome looked up in to the night sky. Her eyes seemed to star at something far in the distance. “In my time we call them vampires.”
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