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Yashahime InuKag AU I will probably write one day (Post #3):

Sometimes authors rise from the dead when you leave comments on their abandoned fics! Like I just did when someone dropped a comment on my old Yashahime Rewrite AU, which has been neglected for about 3 or 4 years...

Maybe I'll keep updating. Maybe I won't. I have no idea where I was going with this thing, but the format is fun and easy. You tell me if I should keep going!

Remember, kids: commenting on fics matters!

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PART 11: KAGOME

PART 1—6 || PART 7—10 || FOLLOW AND READ FULL SERIES ON AO3

Before morning, Kagome wakes with a good sort of pain in her back. The type that only comes from sleeping on ancient cots, laid out on ancient floors, when your back is decidedly modern and not fit for ancient living.

It's comforting.

But she lays there as the room sleeps on, all her daughters and neices and nephews snoring. It's still early. Not yet dawn.

Night reigns.

She doesn't know what woke her. Her dreams were muddy and unclear, filled with ghosts and the cold remembrances of Kikyo.

(Kikyo, holding a clamshell of rouge. InuYasha had given it to her. It had belonged to his mother. He was so very sweet beneath that hard exterior.)

Of another time. A time before another time, and then a time after that.

Of white petals on the breeze and miasma bleeding into the air. Of the wind breathing for the first time.

She turns her head.

Beside her, laying innocently on the cold stone floor, is a seashell. A clam.

Kagome is suddenly very awake. She jolts upright, grasping at it with weary fingers.

She knows what it is. Her dream. Kikyo.

It looks the same. Seems the same. But it couldn't be—no, InuYasha had told her about it. It had broken.

It had broken.

So what was this?

Kagome knows in an instant it isn't rouge—when she opens it and sees the makeup inside, a sort of power eminates from it. Something she had only felt in Tessaiga, so very long ago.

Strength. Power. Sorrow.

But it's a question for another time. Kagome places it away with her things. She tries to keep it safe.

She dozes off on the ancient floor, in her ancient bed, and the world is strange enough that she forgets that her daughters aren't idiots. She also forgets that they're just as foolish as Buyo, climbing trees he can't come down from out of curiosity.

What wakes her next is the nightmare.

The nightmare that becomes reality.

It's the epic burst of power she used to feel from InuYasha when he lost control of himself, overwhelmed by demonic blood.

Rage and anger and power, lust, greed, blood, and red, red, red, red.

That power wakes her from her dead sleep.

But now it's not InuYasha losing control.

It's their daughter.