Inuyasha: Repetition of Time || CLOSED

[BlossomingDemon]

・°☆ Kαgσмє Hιgυяαѕнι

生まれ変わった巫女

Finally after three years what had felt much, much longer to the teen, it was finally over. No more school work to be done, she had finally graduated. The teen girl stretched out her arms in the air and just smiled to herself, giggling and saying her good-byes to her dear three closest friends. Running over to her family to celebrate just for a short moment, she wave once more to her friends while her mother and grandfather went on ahead, leaving her and her little brother named Sota behind. Even though it had been three years since Kagome had last seen Inuyasha and the gang, she missed them dearly, wishing that the shikon jewel didn't force her back to her own time and never jumping to the feudal era, but it had to be done.

Walking along the sidewalk with her little brother, they both talked about what they were going to do during the summer break. Kagome smiled as Sota seem really excited about playing more soccer with his close friends. He hadn't seen her brother that happy since the same time he saw the half-demon with his older sister, doing their dangerous adventures--Kagome really had missed all of that, all of Inuyasha. The teen stopped from her walking and held onto her side that suddenly shot pain into her body. "Ouch.." She whined softly to herself.

Her eyes widen sightly as she felt wetness from her shirt, that was odd. Slowly and carefully she removed one of her hands from the painful side and was shocked. Blood had formed itself into the clothing as it left tracing onto her finger tips. She started to freak out in the inside, how could of this happened? She didn't get herself hurt, nor cut while tending her graduation, so why was she bleeding? Soon where the blood was coming from started to glow as well, Kagome knew this feeling from a long time ago--but it couldn't be, it was destroyed wasn't it? Why was Kagome feeling the Shikon jewel inside of her once more? Soon the world around her was beginning to brighten, too the point where it was all white around her. This pressure cause her to faint from the pain and she soon closed her eyes.

The sound of bird creeping could be heard from something deep below, the ground was hard and cold. It was different from what a sidewalk would feel. "Nngh.." The raven slowly started to lift her body from the ground, opening her eyes seeing that she was laying on top of dirt. Odd, wasn't she in the city not the park? She stared at the ground for a moment, she knew this place, deep down she knew..Quickly lifting her head to look above her, she saw a clear blue sky and heard trees blowing through the wind. With a shock look on her face she could barely say, "I-it..it couldn't be.."

She shook her shook and felt her side that was in pain, which wasn't no more. That was one less thing to worry about, though she would rather get back home and get that wound closed up. She grabbed onto the vines that laid inside the well and pulling herself out. "I swear if this is a dumb prank by Sota, I'm gonna throw his soccer ball in the--" She stopped mumbling to herself as she soon saw the outside world around her. Slowly taking steps out from the bone eater's well, she was more in shock that she was than ever. This couldn't be, there was no way for Kagome to return to this place, so why is she even here? Before she could think of any more questions, the pain soon returned. Holding tightly onto her side, she knew that one person could help her, and he had to be close.

"I have to find him..I have to find Inuyasha.." With that talking to herself, she started to drag herself over into the forest. She started to make her way that lead her to where everything begun three years ago, the way to Kaede's village where all of her dear friends were. They could help her, they just had to.

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[skywalkerlover]

K ɪ ᴋ ʏ ᴏ
Tʜᴇ Hᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ Pʀɪᴇsᴛᴇss

Silence; it was golden. Kikyo lay floating above a sea of darkness within the recesses of her own mind, completely unaware of her internal presence. Her eyes were closed, her expression peaceful and lifeless, as if she had been laid to rest at her own cremation. There was an aura surrounding the darkness, a mix of both hatred and love, peace and chaos, as if one was fighting the other to win dominance over her mind, an aura that did not hesitate to build. The intensity of the aura was so great it woke Kikyo from her slumber, her eyes opening slowly, chocolate orbs turning from lifeless to lively. 'Where am I?' Kikyo questioned, and though she merely thought it the question echoed in her mind. Confusion and curiousity spiked within Kikyo's soul as she sat up slowly, her thoughts echoing once again, 'I should be dead.' The peacefulness she once felt was now smothered with agitation and tensity, the battle of chaos appearing to be trapped underneath the dark sea of water. It was calling out to the priestess, she could feel it, and as much as she wished not to touch the water she felt something taking over her soul; her body shifted over as if she had been sitting on a bed, and as she stood her toes gently touched the water, sending a ripple across the sea of darkness. Suddenly Kikyo's soul pulsed, once, twice, three times, pain surging through her body, and as she grasped her heart and fell to her knees the impact against the water shattered the thin later of 'glass' that had acted as the waters surface. Souls and memories burst out of the sea, flying up and bouncing off the dark walls of her mind in anger, memories and souls fighting one another in a violent battle. Kikyo did not know what was going on, but it was clear something within her mind was fighting her, and it was winning. The pain was unbearable, it now transferring to her shoulder as blood beginning to pool from the wound that Naraku had inflicted on her -- wait, who was Naraku? Kikyo's eyes widened, she knew what was happening! 'No! I am at peace! I do not wish to go back! I do not wish-' But with another wave of pulsation upon her soul caused her words to be cut off by a scream of agony. This was a power much greater than her, much greater than anything she could imagine; it was wiping her memories, and it was restoring a part of her soul. Then it hit her, and she knew what the cause was, but it was too late -- before she could cry out to the Shikon Jewel, to beg it to stop, the darkness was filled with a blinding light and Kikyo's body disintegrated in flames.

Kikyo's body was glowing as the sound of chirping birds stirred the priestess from her slumber, her slim brown eyes opening slowly as the glowing faded. It took a little bit for her eyes to adjust as she stared at the ceiling, the initial pain from waking up swiftly subsiding from her body. 'Where am I?' Kikyo thought as she sat up before getting to her feet. At first she stumbled, both unfamiliar with her body but also due to the brief pulsating of her soul and her mind; it was clouded, fuzzy and off, her memories distorted and unorganized as she was unable to think clearly. However this did not turn her away from the fact that she had an obvious soul, a soul which felt as if it was torn between chaos and peaceful feelings. Why did she have such feelings? She felt the burning hatred for InuYasha within her heart, yet she still felt love. Kikyo grunted, rubbing her head with her delicate fingers -- wait, what was that? She took a moment to look at her hands, her skin smooth as porcelain, but that was not what drawed her attention; she could feel the cold touch of her fingers against her skin and felt no blood pumping though her veins. "No..." Kikyo muttered as she immediately headed towards the wooden blinds of the door, pulling them back to reveal a bright light; once everything came to Kikyo realized she was in her old village, and she was most definitely alive.

'Why have I been ressurected?' It was not the first question, and it wasn't the last. She felt her soul pulsate once again, a few unfamiliar memories flashed within her mind; a male she did not recognize, pinning InuYasha to the sacred tree, the Shikon Jewel shards within a bottle, her last moments alive with Kaede, a girl who looked strikingly similar to her, and a stolen kiss with InuYasha. 'Where do these memories come from?' Kikyo thought, but as much as she tried to remember, to try and piece together where these unfamiliar memories came from, the more her mind went fuzzy. Kikyo did not understand what was going on, but one thing was for sure -- she was walking among the living, and these broken memories were the key to finding out why. "InuYasha..." Yes, he was the one to look for. She prayed that it was all just a sick dream of her afterlife, that InuYasha was still bound to the sacred tree, but there was only one true way to find out. Kikyo gathered a quiver filled with arrows and her bow which had been neatly placed to the side, preparing herself to face whatever reality might greet her at the sacred tree; Kikyo needed to know the truth, she needed to know if InuYasha was released from the tree. Thus Kikyo left the hut and headed towards the sacred tree, paying little attention to the many heads that turned her way, whispering her name in shock and disbelief; Kikyo needed to find InuYasha, or the strange girl from her dreams...

OOC || First post for Kikyo!!!

Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Kaede's Village, heading towards the sacred tree || Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ: Nobody || Mᴏᴏᴅ: Confused
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[Goddess of Dark Dreamers]

SESSHOMARU SAT WITH his back against a great oak tree, eyes closed as he took a short break from walking along his territory. In his meditative sleep state, Sesshomaru felt relaxed and calm. It was one of the few luxuries he has these days, and he was glad to have found a moment to do so.

Especially since it had felt like he'd just spent the last three years of his life searching for something he could never obtain. Or so he thought. No, no, there was a part of him, a part of him telling Sesshomaru he had found it, whatever it had been and it had made him so happ--

The thought cut off as pain rocketed through the demons mind, making him grimance for a moment, then it was gone. No, no, he had spent the last three years, searching uselessly for his fathers damned Tessaiga.

Sessomaru was not about to let a little headache ruin his day. Or make him not enjoy his moment of peace. The moment he could rebuild his power and strength. He was not going to appear weak to his subjects, and the lesser beings. A lord of his lands must never be weak--weak like his father had been.

Thinking of his former father made Sesshomaru frown. The man had been a fool, putting everyone in harms way over some meaningless human woman. The very same human woman that had birthed him a half breed son, which almost resulted in bringing down his entire dynasty. And then having his burial site and sword hidden from the world, not to mention from his oldest son with the birth right to what was stored inside. It was infuriating, really. Why couldn't he, Sesshomaru, the eldest and strongest son of Inu no Tashio, wield his fathers sword?

Then he felt it.

It was quick, whatever it was, but enough to wake him from his mediation state. Opening golden eyes, the dog demon frowned. He didn't like it when something set off his temporal senses like this. Especially in his territory. And what was specially bothering him was how close this feeling was.

The white haired demon knew he was encroaching on a human village. Not that he truly cared. Humans were the last thing on his mind most of the time. To which they knew better than to mess with their demonic Lord of the West. Any smart person knew that. But then again, there were some that tried to prove other wise.

Still, the feeling had sparked curiosity in the white haired demon. Rising from his sitting place, the elder demon began walking towards where he'd felt the disturbance. Better to find the problem, deal with it, and if necessary, destroy it. "And if it's that half-breed, I'll have no problem dealing with him myself." Sesshomaru mused to himself, a slight smile appearing on his face before his usual passive expression returned.

somewhere near the village and kagome || passive ; curious ; emotionless || no one currently

[Goddess of Dark Dreamers]

NARAKU HAD NEVER in his life felt this at peace. With anything or anyone. Not once before this. Not even when he was his human self, Onigumo. It was kind of sad, if you thought about it. But then again, living the life both sides of him had lived, happiness was not something easily come by. Still, he relished in this, enjoying the warmth and peace that came with this new feeling.

Of course, it didn't seem to last very long. No, no, it was gone before he knew what was happening. Pain wrapped itself around him, Naraku's red eyes opening, seeing nothing as he felt the darkness rush around him, throwing him somewhere. Closing his eyes, the pain became too overwhelming, a grunt sounding from him as he was thrown back onto a hard surface, whatever that happened to be soft below him didn't cushion the blow any.

Sitting up, Naraku's hand went straight to his forehead, his chest heaving as his vision finally returned. Slowly, he looked around the room he was in, his eyes narrowing. "No, no, no... This cannot be..." Though, he was not scared or upset. No, even though the feeling of emptiness was back, the fast brooding darkness looming around him, the comfort of being who he knew he was... Naraku was in pure glee.

Throwing his head back with a laugh, Naraku felt his power surging through him. Lifting his hands, he clenched them, then unclenched them, grinning as he stood from his mat. Of course his glee was short lived, a light buzzing sound could be heard outside of the room. That's right, he was back in his palace.

Frowning some, the dark haired demon opened the door with a wave of his hand, frowning slightly more as he looked at who was out there. Or rather, what was out there. He had almost forgotten about his detachments. Especially his Saimyosho's.

With his frown deepening more, Naraku recalled all of them were dead, yet... Closing his eyes, he could feel all of them where more than a live. Including the one hovering in front of him. Though having them back meant things were going back to as they had been, didn't they? Grinning slowly, Naraku walked towards the wasp, reaching out for it to land on his hand.

Focusing his power, Naraku closed his eyes, searching for one of his detachments. The search didn't take long, Naraku feeling someone familiar. Very familiar at that. Kagura. Opening his eyes, the half-demon grinned. Looking into the eyes of the Saimyosho in his hand, the dark haired demon chuckled. "Go, retrieve Kagura and bring her back here at once." As the wasp demon flew off, a small swarm following behind it, Naraku grinned, folding his arms in his robe. "We have much to talk about, Kagura."

amused ; powerful ; patient || his palace || no one

[NettlesforTea]

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❁❀✿◄ʘҡɑʂℎɨ ℂɧɨɨʂɑɨ►✿❀❁
❝I'm renewed, oh how I feel alive,
and through autumn's advancing
We'll stay young, go dancing
Stay young, go dancing.❞

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There were many villages scattered throughout Feudal Japan. Some were grand with buildings lined with gold, their streets breaching outwards from it's center in a fine web of carefully maintained roads and ancient families, while others sat on the brink of poverty, their houses made of dirt and threadbare thatching, their streets lined with starving children and shrewd elders who lived every day with the ferocity of a wild animal. No matter how much time passed Chiisai found comfort in the fact that the villages remained more or less the same as time meandered by in a slow trickle of half remembered conversations and ancient, forgotten families. As a farm boy he instinctively knew where to look for the freshest herbs and finest clay, and while he was a little perplexed at the sudden population boom he nonetheless welcomed all the new and exciting customs that came with it.

As it was Chiisai was rather fond of this little village. It was small, the kind of place where everybody knew eaveryone and offered help without a second thought, and though the houses looked to be one gust of wind away from falling completely the surrounding rice paddies made the young male feel at home. Presently he sat just out of view outside the village boundary, curled beneath a towering tree as he absently wove some reeds into an elaborate basket, pausing every now and then to check the symmetry of his work before continuing at his own leisure. In life Chiisai had been a gifted weaver, and in death he had been able to hone this skill to perfection. Even though he had no real need for such things he often spent his free time creating small pieces that he'd leave beside the nearest village's water source. The repetitive action was calming, after all, and it left him with some semblance of peace knowing that he was able to leave his creations for those who otherwise wouldn't have been able to afford them. For boys he wove balls and toy weapons, for girls he wove dolls, for women he made hair pieces and baskets and for men he made chests and boxes.

A soft breeze broke Chiisai from his trance, the gentle whisper against his skin making him halt altogether and turn his face into the oncoming wind. He'd only been able to experience such feelings for the last few days, and even though he probably should have been used to it by now he was often caught off guard by such things. The other day he had been wandering through Kaede's Village alongside a small group of woman only to stumble in shock as an odd pain shot up through his foot, and though no harm had been done Chiisai had found himself oddly excited at what this could mean. He'd slowly been growing more sensitive as time wore on, and if things continued as they did then the brunette male was hopeful that he'd eventually be able to eat and sleep just like he had done while alive.

Another gust of wind brought the brunette to his feet, and though the basket he had been working on tumbled from his lap and onto the ground he paid it no mind. There was a faint smell of something in the air, like the hint of dust and light that lingered after an explosion, and though he couldn't quite place where it was coming from Chiisai found himself looking for it's source anyway.

Before he could wander too far, however, he double back and retrieved the staff that sat propped against the tree's trunk, it's two heads relaxed as though slumbering atop the gnarled branch from which it was formed. The Staff of Two Heads had been presented to him by Jaken a few weeks ago when the young Kappa had been called away by his family, and though happy to have a job that allowed him to travel the male spectre wasn't too sure what to make of his new employer.

With that in mind Chiisai brushed off his kimono and began to wander back towards his Lord. The daiyokai reminded him of a silver blade he had seen once as a child. It had been grand and deadly, inlaid with precious stones that were older than the earth itself and sharper than a serpents tongue. He remembered thinking that the blade must've been dropped from heaven by a warring god, or that the blade itself had been a kami sealed away by magic and prayer, and though Chiisai would never say it out loud he thought the description seemed fitting of the dog demon. Sesshoumaru was too pale to be human but too perfect to be a beast, and while handsome there was an unmistakable sense of agelessness that thrummed behind his eyes like a flame.

As curious as he was he often wondered how old the demon must have been, but always stopped short of asking the question outright. He didn't want to be rude after all.

At that moment the brunette male broke into a small clearing, his ears catching the end of a murmured comment that was never meant to be heard, his eyes spotting the finishing end of a smile never meant to be seen. Sesshoumaru sat at the foot of a giant tree, the soft white of his fur contrasting with the rough brown of the bark he rested against, and though his expression was carefully neutral now the slight quirk of his brow revealed that he had been deep in thought for some time.

Chiisai cleared his throat to catch Sersshoumaru's attention, knowing full well that the noise was unnecessary, and took a step forward.

“Are you quite alright mi'lord?” the brunette queried with a tilt of his head, absently drawing a line in the ground with the pointed end of the Staff of Two Heads in the process. Despite this casual use of the staff Chiisai was mindful to hold it with great care.

“Talking to oneself could be seen as a sign of … mental distress.”

【ＣＯＭＰＡＮＹSesshoumaru】
【ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮOutside Kaede's Village, near Kagome and/or Kikyo】

[Suwosa]

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI WILL NEVER BE AFRAID AGAIN, I WILL KEEP ON FIGHTING 'TILL THE END, I CAN WALK ON WATER, I CAN FLY
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Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Kagura opened her eyes to a blue sky, her chest rising and falling with each breath she took. She lay there on her back, blinking as she registered her location. "..flowers?" she voiced aloud, her voice dry and soft. She was in a great field of flowers, a rather odd place for her to be waking up. If she really thought about it, she didn't even recall how she had gotten to her current location. A hand come up to block the sun from piercing her eyes, Kagura slowly trying to move herself. Her body felt dull, as though she hadn't moved in years. She sat up from her laying position, immediately feeling her body wince with pain, her hand coming up to clutch her chest. Why was there this pain? She didn't remain sitting up for long, very soon she was falling on her back once more, groaning soon after. 'Tch...why do I feel so heavy?' she grumbled inwardly, rubbing the spot over her chest once more. It was uncomfortable and the worst part was that she couldn't even remember what she was doing in this place. 'How annoying. she grumbled again, forcing herself to stand on her two feet. The vegetation under her feet was incredibly soft, and Kagura couldn't help but rub her heels in the dirt. Standing there in the field of flowers...it was so surreal. There was the feeling of confusion that was slowly pushed away the longer she stood there. The wind kissed her face, her red eyes closing for a moment to take in the feeling. Then there was the sound of buzzing, her ears conditioned for that particular set of wings. "Saimyosho." she voiced, turning her attention to the west, the swarm flying towards her. It was a disgusting sight, and it's presence only meant one thing for Kagura. 'So he wants me to return.' a hand came up to pluck a feather from its band, but she paused when she realized her hair was down, and much longer. 'What else is going to seem strange today?' she asked herself as she quickly put her hair up, adjusting the feather ornament she usually wore. It enlarged to mounting size, Kagura setting herself on the feather and letting it carry her up towards the sky.

She glanced back momentarily at the field of flowers, wondering why her chest ached when she looked at it. The feeling was pushed aside as the Wind Sorcerer made her way along the sky, not particularly caring for much else aside from the open sky before her. This too felt very surreal. She felt as though she didn't have a body, it was actually a rather nice feeling. But it brought confusion nonetheless, Why bother continuing to dwell on the strange sensation? "Enough." she scolded herself, shaking her head in annoyance before continuing along her way.Eventually Kagura made it back to the Palace - the damn place was an eyesore. The lord of it brought a scowl to her face each time she thought of him, Naraku. She was followed in by the Saimyosho, the female stepping off of her feather and making her way through the silent structure. Where had Kanna gone off to? The silent child-...no, Kanna was not a child. Despite the look and energy of one, she was much more than that. Absentmindedly Kagura tapped the tip of her fan onto her lower lip, letting her feet carry her to where she felt Naraku's location within the palace. There was still the feeling of things not...being as they should be. She found the male not long after, Kagura standing for a moment to soak in the aura of the setting. "You called?" she voiced, unable to feel a spike of annoyance once more as she addressed him.

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LOCATION: Naraku's Palace COMPANY: Naraku MOOD: Slightly Annoyed



Goddess of Dark Dreamers

[NettlesforTea]

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Miroku warmed his hands on the wooden cup held firmly between his palms, his expression carefully neutral as he attempted to piece together what little information he had. He currently sat within a small hut, seated before a low burning fire that sat in the middle of the room. A small iron pot hung above the flames, the stew within bubbling merrily as the heat cooked a meal of sliced root vegerables and spice, an additional pot of congee stewing alongside it. The smell was divine, and had Miroku not been feeling so ill he would have jumped at the prospect of a free meal. As it was the young monk found himself worried, and as he watched the elderly miko poke at the warming food he couldn't help but hide a slight frown behind his cup.

The elderly Miko had been kind enough to offer him a drink, and though as wizened as an ancient tree her remaining eye was sharp and clear. The quiver and arrows resting against the huts small opening smoke volumes of the Miko's strength, and though the old woman carried herself gingerly she was still quick on her feet and even faster to respond whenever her assistance was required.

It really was down to luck that Miroku had stumbled into the elder Miko the moment he wandered out of the forest, and even though she had been rightfully suspicious she had still offered the travelling monk a drink and counsel. Miroku, more than willing to partake in a free drink, had accepted the offer with much dignity and poise, and throughout polite conversation he had mostly maintained his priestly opulence, though he did stumble a little when a younger woman peered through the door and queried about --- well, whatever it was Miroku hadn't really noticed. He did notice her rather ample bosom, however, and the way she blushed when he smiled and introduced himself. Sadly she didn't linger for long; Kaede seemed thoroughly unamused by Miroku's antics and shooed the young woman away before any real conversation could be had, and Miroku's feeling of defeat was only softened somewhat by the lovely sight of the young woman's retreating backside.

Kaede coughed.

Miroku took a sip of his drink and drew his eyes back from the older Miko, who looked thoroughly unimpressed as she stabbed at the stewing vegetables with a wooden ladle.

“Aye cannot judge the methods of a holy man,” she said, “But I will not have ye leering at the women of this village.”

Miroku raised his hands in defense. “I would never dream of doing such a thing!”

Kaede gave him a look.

“I would never dream of doing such a thing here.” he corrected a moment later.

“... very well.” the Miko allowed. She spooned a healthy serving of congee into a wooden bowl and held it out to Miroku, who took it with a grateful nod of his head before immediately tucking into the warm broth. By kami's tears it felt like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

“Ye seem like a man who has many questions,” she began again, “So tell me, Houshi-sama, about how it is you came to be a'wanderin' in these parts.”

Miroku swallowed the broth and chewed thoughtfully on a piece of pickled radish. What did he even say? That'd he had awoken in the surrounding forest with no recollection as to how he got there? That he felt a shooting pain whenever he tried to think about it? That there was an odd hollow emptiness somewhere in his chest that he simply couldn't explain? Something about the way Kaede watched him let the young man know that any lies would not be tolerated, so with a slow exhale he set aside his food and began to talk...

【ＭＯＯＤConfused, Wary, Hungry】
【ＣＯＭＰＡＮＹKaede】
【ＬＯＣＡＴＩＯＮKaede's hut, Kaede's Village】