That Would Be Enough~
Summary: Kagome had figured it out! Traveling through time to era's not solely Edo...but others as well, and at will. She simply stops aging every-time she does...as time in the present stands still until she returns. Not such a bad deal...right? Nineteen years old, she's attending Columbia University in New York City, and her end of the Year Written Term Paper has been assigned with the chosen topic being -The Founding of America-. Now all she needs to do is find something from the time of the Founding Fathers...that no-one will miss… "This might be harder than I though..." Kagome laughed.
Anime/Musical: InuYasha/Hamilton
Pairing: Kagome/Thomas – Kagome/Alexander – Thomas/Kagome/Alexander
Genre: Historical, Romance, Drama and Hurt & Comfort
Rated: M for Mature Content and the sad yet beautiful truths of our History
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My Dearest, Reader
To you, I try to avoid lengthy correspondences, but I wished to inform you of the information I mistakenly wrote in my previous chapters, and only noticed now. In the third chapter, where Kagome asks Thomas what his age is, I accidentally did the math up to 1772 and not 1775, he's thirty-two, not twenty-nine. Easily rectified, I went back and fixed that. The second fix isn't much of a mistake, as a date I chose to add. The date on the fourth chapter when Jane died, I added it to the time skip forward. September, 5th, 1775 is the date of Jane Jefferson's death.
The Honor to be your Obedient Servant, is mine.
A. Chibi
P.S: On a completely unrelated note, I have re-written this chapter three times now, each one more diverse than the last as I fought with the historical trail left behind by Jefferson himself. Finding out the footpath long ago taken by this man was not so easy, and by September 25th, I was lost and dumbfounded to whether he was in Philadelphia or Virginia. Anyways, with a written letter by the very man I was shadowing through time, I found my answer, with his own voice as my mentor of the past and its prior lost events. I do hope you all enjoy this chapter.
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...When Push Comes to Shove...
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(Two Weeks Later)
Two weeks had passed, two painful weeks. Kagome had no measure in her heart for what she felt. This child wasn't hers, and she'd not had much time with the infant Jane before her passing, but the hurt of the little girls father and mother was heavily weighing down on Kagome.
"Miss, you don't have ta help."
Kagome shrugged, "nothing else to do...besides, I'm trying to avoid the heavy air of heartache that is thick in the air."
"Its heavy, yes. The Masta must be feelin' it great. Hurtin' and sufferin'...carin' for the Mistress and takin' care of her own hurtin'...no one is out to ease it off his own heart."
Kagome frowned, "...it's not my job to do that, though..."
"Not at all, miss...I'm just suggestin' that a kindness or two could move steps further than silence might."
"George is really smart..."
"It's nothin' more than sense, miss."
Kagome sighed, "don't tell me I've none of that anymore."
"Sense a fickle thing, miss. Leaves us when needed most and there after the needs gone and left us."
Kagome smiled, she made to put down a sheet she'd just finished folding when footsteps along the freshly manicured yard sounded to alert her of an approaching friend. She looked up and smiled sadly. "Thomas...how do you fair on this sun blessed morning?"
Thomas stared wondrously at her before his eyes fell away from hers. "Would you be willing to go with me into town?"
"Naturally, I have no problem accompanying you anywhere. What's in town?"
"Clothes."
"Oh...you don't need me to help you dress in your choice of apparel...do you?"
A smile graced his lips and her motioned towards the front of the estate. "A second opinion would be nice..."
"If you say so..." She glanced back at the front door that grew further from them, a white silk ribbon was tied around the knob of the door. Kagome looked back to Thomas and her eyes trailed along the black clothes he was wearing. She frowned in heartache, "How...long does one wear black in mourning?"
"...hmn...well, there are three stages to mourning, as you already know."
Kagome did her best to act like she knew what he was talking about.
"Deep mourning, second mourning, and half mourning, it fully depends on who the dearly departed was to the mourning individual. Mourning a spouse generally would last one to two and a half years, for a parent, six months to a year, for children over ten years old it would take six months to a year...for children under...ten years...three to six months, and then infants..."
"..." Kagome placed a gentle hand on Thomas's, "you can stop, Thomas. What your feeling, this hurt...you don't need to share if it's too much."
"What are words, Kagome...if one never speaks what they are thinking. Besides, it was a simple question. Infants are typically mourned six to eight months."
Kagome let him guide her inside the carriage, a lump heavy in her throat.
"Don't let it bother you, Kagome."
"I worry...it's...not my custom to mourn for so long. Had I mourned for all the people I've lost, for as long as I should have, based on the rules of the American Revolution Era...I would never be allowed to stop mourning. I think of my friends and family every day, I don't need to wear black and pull in the eyes of the whole world, to mourn their loss. Besides, I know...they wouldn't want that for me. It's unhealthy."
"...unhealthy?"
Kagome nodded, "for the heart. Yes."
He shook his head, "I don't know what to say to such strange things. You always speak riddles, Kagome." He climbed into the carriage and closed the door.
It started moving as soon as he gave his slave the go ahead and the two sat quietly in thought, both thinking over what one another had said. Each with their own thoughts tearing away at their minds. Neither could get their emotions in check, with different factors playing into the unruly feelings they were trying to deal with, a child infants death, a distraught wife, a confused and broken father...it really was unfair...
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Kagome stared in silence out the window of the carriage, the ride surprisingly longer than she'd anticipated it'd be.
"What do you think of lavender?"
Kagome jumped and turned her eyes to Thomas. "Lavender? It smells good with tea tree, and is calming...why?"
He smiled, "the color."
"Oh! I...I don't have an opinion on the color, I've never worn it."
"I think it would go well with such a delicate complexion."
Kagome blushed and turned away again, her hair falling over her shoulders in the swift motion.
"Your hair too..."
Kagome looked up quickly, "My hair?!"
"I was just thinking we could do something with it too."
"I...no, no one is cutting my hair!"
"Oh, not cut it. Just," he brought his hands to my hair, his fingers brushing along her neck before lift her hair and twisting it into a loose bun, a few strands fell and tickled her neck in their fall, "less around your shoulders, more above them."
"...oh, you meant...styling it." She nodded in understanding, pulling from her pocket a band and taking her hair from Thomas's hands, she pulled it up into a high ponytail. "Is that okay?"
His eyes trailed along her neck and he cleared his throat. "...more than..."
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Me: I know this chapter isn't as long as my other chapters, I am following the history of Thomas Jefferson, means a lot of reading and highlighting. So please be patient.