Chapter 11: Her Time in the Past

Kira looked about the slightly familiar surroundings of Feudal Japan. The air, polluted in the Modern Era, was clean of most pollution, and the sun was filtered through the myriad, younger trees. Despite the fewer hours of "daytime", because of the lack of electric lighting, the village was well kept by its relatively small population. Everyone, even to the children, did their part for helping the villagers survive.

Kira passed by the rice-land of the village, taking in all of the details of the area. This time, she was not afraid of the quick change through time, nor is she trying to hide from anyone. Though she knows that she isn't to tell many people who she is, or where she is from, she still can walk around the town.

Her demonic features were hidden by her concealment spell, of which she was able to take care of without much hassle. As she took in all of her surroundings, she felt a bit out of place, as though the ancient world was one of which she was never to know.

Of course, she knew that she was never to belong anywhere, as long as she was only a half-breed. Though she was told by everyone that knew that it was ok, she knew deep down in her heart that no one would really accept what she was. She was bound to forever be an outsider, and never have the sense of security that her friends have.

"Kira," a male voice called out to her, pulling her out of her thoughts of the area, "When did you arrive?"

"Hello, Miroku," Kira said, "I am here to talk with you and Sango, as a present from my uncles for my sixteenth birthday."

"Is something wrong?" Miroku asked, noticing the very solemn mood Kira was in.

Kira faked a smile. "I'm fine, just tired—that's all."

Miroku was not convinced, though he was quite taken aback that Kira had the same fake smile of her mother. He would have to commit that to memory, in order to not fall for it.

"Well, we can't have you just stand out here. Sango's at the house, and I'm sure that she would be more than happy to see you."

The pair walked to Miroku's hut. Compared to other houses of the time, it was nothing special. It had four rooms—three bedrooms and a living area. One of the rooms was for Sango and Miroku, while the other two were split by their six kids. Their three girls slept in one room, and their three boys slept in the other room.

"Sango," Miroku called for his wife inside the house, "We have a visitor."

"Miroku, what did I tell you about bringing strange people to our house, it could be a…." Sango ranted as she exited the house, then stopped when she saw a smiling Kira.

"Hello, Sango," Kira greeted the slayer, "How have you been?"

"Fine, fine. But, what are you doing here? I thought that your uncle was opposed to letting you ever come here again…"

"He actually told me to come here. You see, when I finish this year of school, I will be forced to move out of the house, go to a different school, and get a mew identity, of sorts. This is because I'm not going to age for quite a while, and it would look weird if I stayed in the same area and school, and never aged. People would begin to suspect something, and we wouldn't want that to have to happen.

"What does this have to do with us?" Sango asked, confused.

"Uncle Sesshoumaru said that you two would be able to teach me how to live like my parents would have, and you, being humans, would be better teachers for me to learn life lessons. He didn't say it, but I think he also wants me here so that I can understand what my parents were like. He had never really gotten to know them, so I guess this is sort of his retribution for that. Of course, he'll deny it if I ever ask him."

"What about the possibility of changing the future through the past?" Sango asked, "I mean, I have no problems teaching you, but why the sudden change of heart on Sesshoumaru's part?"

"Ever since I was a little kid, I noticed that he wouldn't give me things that I wanted until he was able to come up with an excuse that would outweigh the cost. In this case, the excuse of me needing teaching for fitting in with people was a good enough excuse for him to let me come here, despite the chances that I may end up changing history."

And so, the teaching began. Sango and Miroku had a lot of fun sort of reliving the adventures that they had with their deceased friends. Their children also took a liking to her, in the short time that she was able to hang out with them. Her tales of what the future was like (minus many details of how things fit into history to protect it from any changes) left them wondering what they would do first if they had the chance to visit the future even for a day.

"…and that's why Inuyasha stopped seeing Kikyou," Miroku finished telling a story of Inuyasha and Kagome. Two weeks had passed since she had arrived in the Feudal Era. She knew that she ought to head home, but was very hesitant. She had missed a lot of school because of this trip, but she knew that she would never be able to come back. Her Uncle Souta had a priest-friend who would seal the well once again after she left it. Being half-demon, she would be unable to remove the seal.

"Miroku, when do you think I should head home?" she asked after the story.

"Whenever you want is fine with me. You've learned a lot about how your parents were, and how to, if needed, live off the land for a time. I know that …Uncle….Sesshoumaru would want you to go home soon," he replied, trying not to laugh at the word "uncle", but failed miserably.

"What's so funny about him?" Kira asked, faking suspicion in her voice.

"No matter how may times you refer to him as that, I can't see Sesshoumaru acting anything of an uncle. Too bad you can't meet him, or else you would understand better."

"Well, I think I ought to head home soon. My teachers at school are probably suspecting something, as well as my friends. They know that I'm on a 'vacation', but none of them would have expected that it would be as long as it has been."

Sango and Miroku walked with Kira to the edge of the well, silently wishing that the last link that they had to their past friends would not leave them. However, they knew that she had a life that she had to deal with, much like Kagome had, though with Kira, she would not be allowed to come back, no matter how much they wished.

"It has been great having you here," Sango said as she gathered Kira up in a big bear hug. Miroku just stood back and watched the two girls say their last goodbyes.

The last they ever saw of the girl was her descending figure go into the well and disappear from sight in a mass of blue swirls. Sango turned to her husband and began crying into his shoulder, missing her and her parents more than ever. Their last link to Kagome and Inuyasha had just left for good.

END CHAPTER

Once again, a short chapter, but this one is longer than the last one. Ummm…sorry? Ideas (workable ones, please) would be nice. Well, until next time, bye-bye.

I think that I will just have a few more chapters of her and her relationships with her friends, before I end it with her leaving to go to a new school. I'd call that about 4 chapters, give or take a few.