A Blast From The Past (YYH/Inuyasha crossover) Kurama x OC

Part 17

The feeling of a clawed hand running over my scalp wakes me up. Groggily I open my eyes, a bit surprised at who I see. "Hello dear." her smooth voice says, her ruby lips smiling just slightly.

I sit up slowly. "Mother? Why am I here?" I wonder. "Your brother thought it would do you well." she explains calmly. "But...where are...?" "Your friends have left this world." she cuts me off.

"Huh? Did Sesshomaru do something?" I hint accusingly. "He did say something. It made them come to a realization." she tells me. "I knew it. What did he say?" I ask feeling myself grow angry. "It matters no more daughter, they've left. They know now that your place is here."

I stare at her for a moment. "Is it really?" I question, taking her aback. "What? Don't be foolish. It's best you forget about them Kiri." she scolds. I say nothing in reply, not knowing what to say anymore.

Mother sighs, "I know how you feel, but I have to agree with Sesshomaru. Please don't fight it or you'll never be happy." I snort at that. "I'm guessing he isn't here?" I ask. She shakes her head. "Coward. He's afraid to face me." I almost growl. "Don't be so obstinate, it doesn't suit a lady., mother scolds. "I'm hardly a lady mother." I can't help retort.

"Kiri... You're so much like your father, never wanting to walk the path laid out for him." mother sighs. "Father...He would have understood." I say blinking away my tears.

~Kurama's point of view

Somewhere between these rows of books and other documents is where I can find it. My eyes fleet past the covers, looking for what I wish to find until I spot it. There, tucked in between some thick records. Carefully pulling the fragile bound papers out, I take it towards the closest desk. I was glad to find it in the fastness of the Spirit world library.

Opening it to the first page, I smile at the beautiful handwriting. My eyes look over the words that look like tiny works of art. All these words together form records, written by Kiri herself. She mentions many things that interest her or anything worth mentioning really.

Sadness tugs at my heart. It's almost like reading letters, reading stories of scenes that I wish I could hear from her myself. Why am I doing this to myself? I sigh, knowing the reason. I want to know what happens to her. I want to know if she'll be happy, I tell myself.

Hours pass by when I reach a section that speaks of us. First, the accounts are happy in notion, but as it gets to the point at where we parted ways, it changes completely. It no longer sounds like her. It's too sad. It seems she is having just as a hard time as us, as I. The texts are blodgy at times, meaning only one thing.

My fingers stroke the page lightly. "You cried." Turning to the next page, I only saw more sadness as she lost someone she cared deeply for.

~Kiri's point of view

I listened to her labored breathing as I sat a few feet away, Kagome who was once again healthy after her ordeal sits on the other side, looking sadly down upon the old woman. Inuyasha came to get me so I could say goodbye. I sniff audibly.

"Heh, I would think that you would be used to seeing humans pass away by now." Kaede's hoarse voice says. "Oh shut up old hag." I say quietly, wiping my eyes. She smiles softly. "For someone who raised me through my teens, who could be so motherly, you can sure act like a child." she scolds half-heartedly.

I sigh remembering those times: My sad eyes were cast upon Inuyasha who hung from the sacred tree by an arrow. His body still. I've tried to free him, but found I couldn't. I look down at the ground. There's nothing I can do. I look up at the village then, the eerie glow of a cremation casts light on the small huts. After it starts to dim, I make my way up there.

I'm surprised to still find someone there next to the charred remains of the fire; The remains of the priestess. It is a small girl, sobbing pathetically. The sound tugs at my heartstrings. I crouch down next to her, placing my hand on her back, rubbing it softly.

She chokes down her sobs as she looks back at me with one eye as the other is covered with a bandage. "What's your name?" I ask her. "K-Kaede." she hiccups. I blink. This is Kikyo's little sister. She's all alone now I realize sadly.

I smile down at her softly. "Hello Kaede, my name is Kiri. I'll be taking care of you from now on." I tell her. Her eyes water before she throws herself in my lap, sobbing hard. There we stay until the last embers have died.

Snapping back to the current time, I sigh again. "You know, in the present, people get a lot older." I state the random fact making Kaede laugh. "What would I do so many years with this crooked body? No thank you, I'm glad I lived as long as I did."

She shivers suddenly. "Do you want another blanket Grandma Kaede?" Kagome asks. "No child, there is no amount of blankets able to warm up this cold body of mine. No, it's just my time coming." Kaede croaks.

I glance up at Inuyasha who stands by the doorway. He stares outside with a straight face, but I can tell that he's feeling sad as well. "Perhaps, I need a little rest..." Kaede says, her voice sounding drowsy. Kagome barely holds back a sob as she nods.

I take the old woman's hand in mine. "I hope you sleep well Kaede." With that I kiss her on the forehead like I did when she was a child. She smiles softly, making me see the child in her again. "Goodnight Kiri." she whispers like she would do a long time ago. "Goodnight Kaede." I tell her as her eyes close.

Her breathing turns shallow and soon she lets out a long last breath, her hand going limp. I place it on her chest with her other hand before covering her face with a blanket, away from the sight of the sobbing Kagome. As of this day, she is the village priestess.

I get on my feet, softly making my way outside as Inuyasha goes to comfort Kagome. I almost bump into a chest as I step outside. Looking up, I meet my brothers golden eyes. I can feel water gathering in mine and sadly I let my head fall on his chest with a dull thud. The tears start to fall. He brings up his large hand, placing it gently on top of my head. He doesn't say anything, knowing that this is all I need right now.