The Sight Of The Future: A Legacy (a Koga x Reader fanfiction)

Chapter One

Your name is Arinaga Ishikawa. You live in Tokyo, Japan with your older brother Itsuki Ishikawa in an apartment uptown. You go to the nearby public high school - you're a third year - and dye your dark hair a cotton candy pink just for the hell of it. Why not? It's a pretty color and you're nearly out of that crackhouse of an educational facility anyway.

You are also currently wondering just why your brother sent you to get his Pokémon cards from Kagome's kid brother Sota at eleven 'o' clock at night. He's always been weird about his Pokémon cards.

"Knock knock," you call as you kick the back door to the Higurashi household open. "Itsuki needs his Pokémon cards back, Sota!"

"Hey, it's Arinaga! What's up?" He greets as he rounds the corner into the mudroom, where you're currently taking your shoes off. You repeat your brother's request, which he balks at.

"What? Seriously? I think I left them in my lunchbox at school, crap. Hang on, I'll go look," he says, and leaves you alone downstairs with the cat as he runs off to go look for your brother's cards. You mentally roll your eyes at him. Your brother, not Sota. Sota is actually pretty cool, in your opinion.

You're alone with the cat for a moment before Mrs. Higurashi and Great Uncle Higurashi migrate into the common area, looking disheveled.

"Oh! Hello, Arinaga. What brings you here so late?" Her tone is uncharacteristically terse. You feel like frowning confusedly, but don't: it's better to have all of the information first. Logically, you know that her clipped tone could just be from waking up not too long ago, or from some other situation that you don't know about. Though it could be because you busted her back door with your combat boot at eleven 'o' clock at night again. Man, you feel bad about that. How many times has it been, now? Four? Damn you and your habit of kicking doors open like some disgruntled anime character. It's taking all of your paychecks to replace those stupid hinges and you need to reply to Mrs. Higurashi before she kicks you out of her house for breaking all of her fucking door hinges.

"Uh - just picking up my brother's Pokémon cards. He sent me over super late, I'm sorry," you hasten to apologize, hoping that the pause between her question and your response wasn't too long. She waves you off, feigning interest in the conversation.

"Oh no, it's really quite... Alright," she says slowly, looking over her shoulder at the stairs leading to Kagome's room. You try not to make your curious glance too obvious as you say, "Well, it's been nice talking to you, but I should probably just head up and tell Sota to forget about the cards, seeing how it's so late." You hear her distracted, "Uh huh," as you move to ascend the stairs, but suddenly your great uncle stops you.

"No, my dear, you mustn't go up there! Kagome - Kagome is very sick, yes, and we've all been vaccinated but you haven't, yet. So run along, and I'll go tell Sota about the cats."

"Cards."

"Cots."

You sigh, hoping that Sota will understand. "Alright," you mutter reluctantly, "I'm out. Later, Mrs. Higurashi. Bye, Sota!" You call up the stairs. You don't get a response from either of them, even with one of them standing in front of you. Weird.

"Bye, Arinaga! Get home safe!" Your great uncle says, and you wave him goodbye before heading outside.

You're nearly at the front steps leading back down to the main road when you hear Kagome's voice quietly from the shack across the clearing: "Get in, Arinaga's going to catch us!" You stop walking.

For a moment, there's no response. Then, straining your ears, you hear: "Ari-who? Whoever that is, they won't catch us, we're already in the shack." It's definitely male.

"She's going to hear you yelling about not being caught! Now can it!"

"No, she's going to hear you-"

"I said can it!"

You turn towards the building that the voices are coming from. They aren't going to, say - fuck on hallowed ground, right? Kagome at least knows better. I think.

"Inuyasha-" you frown. What kind of name is that? "-Just get in the freaking well, already!"

In the well?

You begin walking towards the shack, and quickly. You definitely don't want to hear about them doing the do in a well on shrine property. Sick.

"I'm going, I'm going. Geez, you're not usually this rushed when it comes to this. What's your deal?"

"Inuyasha, just hurry up and go."

"I'm already in-" His voice cuts off. There's no resulting sound indicating his descent into the well. By now, you're nearly to the doors, but before you can open them you hear Kagome's hup! and you know she's jumped in after her companion. You throw the doors open and they slam against their respective walls, making a loud whap that echoes.

In a moment of panic, you run to the well, close your eyes, and brace one hand on its edge while you throw your legs over the barrier, plunging feet first into what you're sure is probably going to be a very awkward story about how you broke both of your ankles at the same time.

Halfway down, you write your will. You decide that your video games will be buried in a mass grave with you and that all of your stuffed animals will go to your brother's children. If he ever gets out of the house long enough to get a woman. Or a man, you don't discriminate. Well, fiddlesticks. How will your will ever be known? You don't have it written down. If only you had a pen.

Speaking of writing, this fall sure is long. For some reason it feels like all of the blood is rushing to your head. I'm probably already dead, you reason. I'm just in denial. My dead body is probably chillin' at the bottom of the well, all broken.

You sink through nothingness. The fall... Slows? You feel an impending head rush and suddenly your feet are gently touching down into soft dirt. What.

You open your eyes, not having realized that you closed them. Looking up, it seems like you're at the bottom of the well. Alive. Unscathed, even.

Wow, you think. That must've been the quickest, most painless death in the history of the world.

You look to your left. A rope ladder stretches upwards into darkness above.

You take it one rung at a time, thinking. Technically, I could've just blacked out at the bottom of the well and came to not much longer later. Maybe that should've been my first thought, after that.

Once you reach the top, you throw that theory right out the window.