Protector

Anime/ Manga- Movie crossover

Rating: K+/T

Pairing: Kagome/ (Jack or Pitch)

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha, and I do not own Rise of the Guardians. (Who ever thought of that movie I wish to thank a bunch of times)

Things to know: Kagome, who had died in the feudal era from a wound she had gotten during the final battle, woke up in the middle of a full mooned night. And as she sat up, sticks and twigs and leaves and blades of grass all stuck in her hair, she found that her limbs seemed to just rise from the dirt. She didn't know who she was, where she was, or what she was.

The man in the moon, who whispered to her so softly, told her that her name was Kagome, and that she was to protect the earth.

She was to be known as Mother Nature.

And Mother Nature protected all she could without question. She was ignorance, she was purity, and she was innocence.

Protector

Her eye lids twitched, her nose crinkled, and soft noises from the animals and insects nearby assaulted her fragile and sensitive ear drums. She let a soft groan escape her mouth, and there was a dull ache in her head and in her arms.

Her limbs were heavy, very heavy. Like they were stuck in something, she didn't know what it was, but she knew that the best thing she could do for herself right at this moment in time, was to open her damn eyes and move it!

She gasped, sitting up with a start as her breath came out in a smoky white wisp. She shivered as the cold air nipped at her bare arms and feet. The girl shivered and looked up at the sky, where twinkling stars shined brightly and the full moon gleamed mischievously.

She didn't know where she was at, who she was, or why the hell she was buried in the dirt, which she now missed greatly because the earth was warm.

It was familiar.

Her eyes strayed to the bow and empty quiver of arrows just a short distance away, both seemed dirty and old, the girl had to wonder how long it had been since they had been abandoned.

She picked up the bow, fingering the smooth wood where the red paint was chipping, the strings were frayed, and not to mention the strings were almost untangled at the top of it.

The girl pulled it back, making a soft sound in the back of her throat as she tried to pull the string back and away from the curve of the wooden bow. She let out a little huff of breath of irritation before looking back up at the full moon.

It seemed to talk to her, to whisper to her. Telling her to stand up and move on, find a new bow, find new arrows- find new weapons. To protect, protect who? Herself?

Others, the Earth, the Sky, the Weather, the Children. Protect.

She would protect, she would protect whoever it was that needed to be protected, and she would be blind and just protect them.

She stumbled away from her shallow grave, and the moon whispered one last thing:

Kagome, Mother Nature. Protect it, protect all of it, and protect yourself to protect everything else.

The girl with raven black haired glanced at the moon through the bare branches of the winter frozen trees.

She didn't know where she was, what time period she was in, who she was (besides her name), what she looked like, or that she was a she at all!

Though she was pretty sure she was of female gender because the moon called her Mother Nature.

She kept walking, the old bow in her hands and the empty quiver of arrows on her back, she walked. The twigs crunched and snapped under her feet, the rocky terrain didn't seem to deter her much, and she walked upon a frozen surface of water.

She crouched down, wiping some of the snow dust away from the reflective surface, and gasped at her own reflection.

Her skin, which she compared to the moonlight, was just as pale. Her lips were a light pink, as was her cheeks and nose. Her nose was small and upturned, but didn't look out of place on her heart-shaped face. Her chin was nicely rounded, her eyes were almond shaped, her eye lashes were thick with a brilliant black-soot coloring to them.

But her eyes stopped her heart.

Her eyes, oh her eyes, they were the iciest of blue's she could compare to the ice of the water. She got closer to the reflection, her finger sliding across the surface lightly, not feeling the bitter sting of it in her fingertips. As she got closer, she could see the other colors that gathered around her pupils.

There was green mixed in the blue, yellow mixed in with the green, and red, and orange, and was that… Was that pink just around the rim of the pupil?

"Damn." She thought bitterly, pulling her lips into a frown. "I don't like that color."

Her thought's stopped short when she felt a sudden… Sadness over take her. Her shoulders slumped, her lips trembled, and her eyes turned watery- she had no idea why. She was perfectly fine a moment ago!

Her fingers lifted up from the earth, and she stood up, she looked around, her senses told her to travel up that small ridge. She stepped onto the frozen water, not thinking twice of the possibility that she could just fall in.

The ices never cracked or shifted or even bother her bare feet at all.

The snow that crunched under her feet fell on deaf ears, and she walked with a dazed look in her eyes, her movements weren't stiff as if she was being controlled, they were lose and clumsy, like she was half asleep.

And perhaps she was.

Shadows danced around her feet, morphing into figures that tried to trip her, though was walked right on through. The shadow shifted into a fist, before shrinking away to leave her be.

Kagome, Mother Nature, fell to her knees, the overwhelming sense of sadness was too much for her body to take, she crawled up the rest of the drift of snow, and her heart stopped.

Her eyes widened.

And she couldn't scream.

There was a clearing, a very big one by the looks of it, and the snow was stained red. Bodies littered every inch of the ground, and a lone figure stood amongst them all; his body was tall, his back was straight, his hair was long and silvery white, and in his hand was a bloodied sword.

The figure collapsed to the ground, and Kagome felt a pang of familiarity, but she dared not adventure out less the creature wish to attack her as well.

Tears fell down her cheeks, small sniffs of despair escaped her as she ripped the bottom portion of her dress off, the stain black material that once reached below her knees was now barely over her knees, she lifted her long and dirtied hair up on top of her head (she must really find someplace to clean herself) her she tied the cloth strip over her eyes, and tied it tightly behind the back of her head.

She let her hair fall and fixed her bangs.

She lifted her chin up, stood up tall, and the overwhelming sadness she had felt before was lessened quiet considerably.

She was Mother Nature, there to protect what needed to be protected without question.

She was ignorance.

She was purity.

She was innocence.