Chapter 1: Dreaming of a New Past

I hope you guys like this one, because it came to me on a whim of a thought... as most ideas do... I really wish to keep updating on a frequent occassion, but if I don't please yell at me! kp

Blurry images passed by; they shimmered and wavered in front of her face. She was unable to decipher their meaning, and she reached out to them. Every time she drew closer, they retreated. What were they? Who were they? And why her?

She tried to call out to them, she told them to speak up and come closer, but they kept mumbling incoherently against the dead air. She was losing consciousness; this was too long, she couldn't hold on any longer…

As she lost against gravity and her back arched gracefully to tumble backwards, she heard a faint whisper and one of the blurs started sharpening.

"Kagome…"

Her head was inches from the ground; it was like a dream how she fell so slowly… She kept staring at this figure, which now looked like it was running. Blazing red, a robe now? Yes, it was billowing in the wind… what wind? This place was completely devoid of life. Wait… Long, flowing silver hair… and gorgeous amber eyes… It whispered once more, trying to reach her before her drawn-out fall ended…

"Come back, Kagome…"

She jolted up, breathing heavily, just as her head had hit the ground in her… was it a dream? She didn't know for sure, but it felt really weird. She wiped one hand over her eyes and found that her forehead was covered with tiny beads of cold sweat. She was shaking as well; drawing the covers up to her nose, she laid there silently, trying to bring the details of the dream back into reality. There was a lot of nothing, a lot of jumbo, and… and something… red…

One thing she couldn't forget was how they called out to her, even if it was at first inaudible. They were calling her, wanting her to come back… but to what? What did she do that involved a robe so red? Surely he wasn't from around here… If only she had done some international traveling, she might have an excuse for this. But, seeing as she was still a high school student, never left Japan, and not really wanting to, she had absolutely no excuses for this "different" dream.

She ambled out of bed, making sure her legs were supportive enough to carry her across the room to her vanity mirror. The room was lit only by a small night light that burned weakly in the far corner of the room, and outside the first hints of color reached the sky. She sat down in front of the mirror and clicked on one of the overhead lights. She squinted at the overload of light intake but quickly adapted to it. Instead, she looked at her pale complex in the mirror. Except for looking completely shocked out of her life, everything else seemed to be okay. Her jet-black shoulder length hair that ran down in wavy bits was damp with sweat, and her usually calm and collective brown eyes were wide in shock. Normal, that 's just normal, she thought to herself. I'm still Kagome Higurashi, and nobody's coming after me…

She hit herself in the head hard just for thinking such a thing! You are NOT convincing enough, Kagome!

A deep sigh escaped her mouth as she glanced over at the clock. It read 4:23 AM on its face and, since she was up and wide awake already, she decided to just get her shower over with now. Maybe she could get her homework done from last night with her free time. She stepped into the pale bathroom and turned the faucet on to let the water turn hot. Soon after steam enveloped the tiny room and she stepped in, letting the soothing water pulse at her back and head. It was relaxing after such a weird dream…

Later on, after her homework was done and her mind was calmed, she ventured downstairs for breakfast. There was her mother, setting the table collectively. She was such a cool yet weird mom, but Kagome loved her so much. Next to her, sitting and eating in silence, was her brother Souta. His face lit up when Kagome entered the room, and he started yammering to her. Her only response was "Good morning, Souta", then she sat down and began to eat herself. The man across the table from her was probably the weirdest of her family. He was her grandfather, who completely believed in demons and spiritual powers. The things he came up with were ridiculous, like the Shikon no Tama key chains that were supposed to protect the owner, or the several different papers that he claimed could seal spiritual items. Kagome didn't believe any of it, but smiled and nodded along to keep him happy.

Her grandfather may have been a nutter, but there was something different about the shrine outside their house. Kagome was sent to clean it several times during the week, and when she did she couldn't help but feel a presence trying to draw her closer, as if a voice was whispering softly to come near the well and jump in…

Ah, well, she thought to herself. That's completely bogus!

She glanced again at the time and saw that she had to leave for school. She grabbed a piece of toast and her heavy backpack from the ground and ran cheerily from the house. Souta was calling her, asking something about a ride to school, but she just ignored him and darted to her black Audi.

Sorry it's kind of short, but for the most part I think it's pretty good! See you later!