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Challenge 18: Weekly Quick Fic 6
Title: Waiting
Prompt: afterlife, places I remember
Bonus? Y
Word Count: 493
Rating: K+
Original/Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairings (if any) implied Inuyasha/Kagome
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): character death
Summary: This wasn't what Kagome had expected death to be like.
Death, as it turns out, is surprisingly familiar. Kagome wasn’t sure what she had been expecting when she died, but it hadn’t been this.
Granted, she hadn’t been expecting to die; she had always thought that she would die fifty or so years from now with Inuyasha and all their children by their side. She had always envisioned her death as coming at the end of a long and fruitful life.
Briefly, she had feared dying at Naraku’s hands, at having one of his tentacles pierce through her body or asphyxiating on his miasma, but those fears had disappeared when Naraku had died, and after him it had seemed like no other youkai could ever compare to the sheer terror he had incited. Besides, Inuyasha had always been by her side, so even if she couldn’t protect herself, he would be there with Tetsusaiga, her eternal knight in shining armor.
But in the end, Tetsusaiga couldn’t stop disease from ravaging her body. It had been a bitter pill to swallow when she realized that she was dying, not from old age or even a wound, but from at an illness that in her time would have been nothing.
And now she was here, in the afterlife. It seemed like a cruel joke, the fact that in the very center of the clearing stood the well.
Even here, it followed her, and she almost wanted to jump down it to see if she could return to her friends and family once more. She knew it would be pointless, but it was so tempting just to see if perhaps she wasn’t so dead, if maybe Sesshoumaru had shown up and saved her with Tenseiga.
She was at the edge of the well when Kikyo’s voice called out, telling her to stop.
Turning around, Kagome was greeted with the sight of Kikyo sitting at the base of a tree, still dressed in her miko robes with a bow across her lap.
“Don’t do that,” she said again. “That well leads to nothing but misery.”
“How do I know if I can trust you?” Kagome asked glaring at her. Kikyo had certainly been kinder to them in the last days of her second life, but she was still not at the top of the list of people Kagome trusted.
“I’ve tried to use it. It didn’t end well.” There’s an odd, slightly disconcerting smile on her lips. “Besides, do you honestly think that I would choose you as my companion in the afterlife.”
That was certainly true. Kagome walked over to her. “So, what do we do here?”
“We wait.”
“We wait?”
Kikyo nods. “We wait until the others come here.”
“Oh,” Kagome utters. She hesitates for a second and then chooses a tree of her own to sit against. She can’t think of anything to talk about, and Kikyo certainly isn’t offering up any topics of conversation, so she settles back against her tree
and waits.
Prompt: afterlife, places I remember
Bonus? Y
Word Count: 493
Rating: K+
Original/Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairings (if any) implied Inuyasha/Kagome
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): character death
Summary: This wasn't what Kagome had expected death to be like.
Death, as it turns out, is surprisingly familiar. Kagome wasn’t sure what she had been expecting when she died, but it hadn’t been this.
Granted, she hadn’t been expecting to die; she had always thought that she would die fifty or so years from now with Inuyasha and all their children by their side. She had always envisioned her death as coming at the end of a long and fruitful life.
Briefly, she had feared dying at Naraku’s hands, at having one of his tentacles pierce through her body or asphyxiating on his miasma, but those fears had disappeared when Naraku had died, and after him it had seemed like no other youkai could ever compare to the sheer terror he had incited. Besides, Inuyasha had always been by her side, so even if she couldn’t protect herself, he would be there with Tetsusaiga, her eternal knight in shining armor.
But in the end, Tetsusaiga couldn’t stop disease from ravaging her body. It had been a bitter pill to swallow when she realized that she was dying, not from old age or even a wound, but from at an illness that in her time would have been nothing.
And now she was here, in the afterlife. It seemed like a cruel joke, the fact that in the very center of the clearing stood the well.
Even here, it followed her, and she almost wanted to jump down it to see if she could return to her friends and family once more. She knew it would be pointless, but it was so tempting just to see if perhaps she wasn’t so dead, if maybe Sesshoumaru had shown up and saved her with Tenseiga.
She was at the edge of the well when Kikyo’s voice called out, telling her to stop.
Turning around, Kagome was greeted with the sight of Kikyo sitting at the base of a tree, still dressed in her miko robes with a bow across her lap.
“Don’t do that,” she said again. “That well leads to nothing but misery.”
“How do I know if I can trust you?” Kagome asked glaring at her. Kikyo had certainly been kinder to them in the last days of her second life, but she was still not at the top of the list of people Kagome trusted.
“I’ve tried to use it. It didn’t end well.” There’s an odd, slightly disconcerting smile on her lips. “Besides, do you honestly think that I would choose you as my companion in the afterlife.”
That was certainly true. Kagome walked over to her. “So, what do we do here?”
“We wait.”
“We wait?”
Kikyo nods. “We wait until the others come here.”
“Oh,” Kagome utters. She hesitates for a second and then chooses a tree of her own to sit against. She can’t think of anything to talk about, and Kikyo certainly isn’t offering up any topics of conversation, so she settles back against her tree
and waits.