The Daughter of Kurama (Rewrite)

Chapter 4- Lost

I find myself in a warm black void as I float in the darkness with no goal in mind. Wanting to savor the peacefulness as long as I can before the eventual nightmare's begin.

Suddenly, a burst of warmth as a large hand gently pets my hair. A gesture I haven't experienced since Alice left.

"My poor child, thy shouldn't have met death so soon. It seems like I have underestimated the danger of this dimension and harmed thou more then necessary. For that I am deeply sorry." An old, sagely voice says with sorrow, truly feeling guilty for my supposed demise.

I smile slightly, the voice reminding me of an old, kind grandpa, one that I always imagined would love me before my parents said they died long before I was taken in.

"I can only give you one more chance young one. I have meddled far more then I should've so I can not interfere anymore." He says solemnly as I feel my head being placed on something soft.

"This is your final attempt in happiness, so please live the life thou deserves." He repeats himself as he gently cups my face.

This is nice. I hum softly, enjoying the rare show of affection.

He pauses for a moment, before they start to speak again, this time with slight mirth in their voice. "And maybe, just maybe, thy's father is mature enough for thou this time."

Heh, like that'll ever happen. I huff slightly as the kind grandpa continuously pets my hair, lulling me into a dreamless sleep.

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My eyes slowly open, only to quickly close when the blinding sun hits me. Why do I feel so shitty? Is the first thing that comes into my mind, only to feel a soft persistent throb in my head.

I try to sit up and it feels like someone is sitting on my chest, I try to move my arm to feel whatever is on me because I can't move my neck. But I feel such tiredness that I feel like I should just stay here forever and not bother. A tired groan escapes my mouth, as well as a yawn because I was just that tired. Which was weird considering my mind was screaming at me to get my ass up because... Oh. OH.

I snap out of whatever funk I'm in when I finally realize that I'm not at the drive way or in a hospital. Instead I'm in the middle of a random forest that looks nothing like the forests around Cali, and-

What the hell why is it so hot? I sweat as I look around, knowing full well it was in the 60s when I was out.

And wait- wasn't I shot? I blink as I look down and pat myself, noticing the dried blood stain on my shirt, I lift it up only to find that there wasn't an open wound any more.

"... Am I dead?" I question myself, wondering just what the fuck is happening.

"No you're not dead. " Says a familiar voice as the heaviness in my chest suddenly lightens to a bearable degree.

I quickly turn my head where the voice is coming from. "Wait what?"

"Your not dead." Replies... a man who looks like Kakashi.

The fuck- is he a cosplayer? But the next anime con isn't until April and last I checked that was in San Diego, which is hundreds of miles from Palm Springs- is he a youtuber and this is a prank? I frown, looking at his uniform and the surroundings for any cameras.

"Uh, thanks for the confirmation I guess. But can you tell me where I am?" I ask cautiously as I notice the absence of my phone, but finding my hand bag a couple of feet next to me.

The hell- my handbag is with me but not my phone... I mean I guess it makes sense- my phone is old but is way more valuable then my washed out clothes. Still- I would be so much better off to have it to at LEAST contact authorities. I huff internally as I pick it up, really hoping that the cops caught the damn thief and sent him for life imprisonment for shooting me and stealing my shit.