Author: BleedOutYourEmpathy PM
A jewel and a wish are similar. Both have many facets. What will become of our miko when she makes the ultimate sacrifice for her friends?Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Adventure - Kagome H. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 14,400 - Reviews: 151 - Favs: 156 - Follows: 251 - Updated: 05-23-13 - Published: 02-04-13 - id: 8978307
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So, if you haven't seen the last episode of Inuyasha:Final Act, this chapter might spoil a few things, but I am changing enough that it should still be a surprise. Anyway, I own nothing. Now on with the show.
Chapter One: The Girl who defied the Jewel
Kagome was trapped inside of the shikon no tama. She could feel the pull of the jewel like a visceral yanking inside of her chest. The wrong wish would trap her inside of this beautiful hell. The right one might take her away from her friends and Inuyasha forever. Closing her eyes, she tried to remember every good moment she had in the feudal era. Miroku and his wise advice and wandering hands, Sango's hard face in battle and tinkling laugh with her friends,Shippou's tricks and subtle insecurities.
She may never see any of those small things again.
As a girl from the future, Kagome hoped for a happy ending. As a woman with experience in the bloody past, she knew that most endings were sad, painful, and scarred even the most brave and venerable. The pretty stone was whispering in her ears, and the priestess could see how much sway the bauble could have.
But she steeled herself.
It had to be done. A truly unselfish wish.
I wish the shikon no tama had never existed.
The jewel disappeared. Time rewrote itself with an ease that would infuriate scientific theory. A human bandit died unceremoniously. A bitter hanyou married a stoic priestess without incidient and let her heal the rifts in his heart. A kitsune enjoyed a beautiful life with his parents. A demon hunter met a perverted monk at an inn and they teamed up to slay an oni together, marrying without having to worry about kazaana and dead families. A wolf demon married a pushy red-headed woman without thinking twice of it.
The only one who would suffer and remember was the person giving up her everything for their happy endings. Kagome Higurashi, who earned her title as the shikon no miko with her very soul.
But the power of the jewel could not destroy itself. It simply destroyed the vessel. And if that pure power could not inhabit Kagome's world, it would simply have to exist on another plane.
It was Loki who sensed it first. He was waiting for Thor to use the damned cube to return them to Asgard. It would almost be a relief to be imprisoned, entombed in the gilded halls there. Loki would bury himself in private venom and wait for the appropriate time to exact punishment from everyone whom he hated.
But then a jolt like lightening began at the base of his spine, travellin between each vertebrae until it left the tang of copper in his mouth. Power. Raw, pure power. The stench of ozone permeated everything, as the portal Thor opened waivered like a spinning top about to tumble. The void began mutating. The Tessaract imploded under the backlash, throwing both Loki and his contempable brother into the dirt.
A body fell from the sky. A woman with hair black as the night. Her body would surely be crushed, Loki believed. He had forgotten that she must be Asgardian. But no, his mind hadn't contemplated her origins. The energy she radiated had perforated his mind, slicing away all ulterior motives and angry thoughts. There was just the basic thought he usually deemed stupidly inferior.
A woman was falling and she should not be. His heart felt a trill of panic. He almost pleaded with his brother to save her, and didn't know why. Thor was looking up with as much abject horror as Loki was. If the woman died it would be as if all the light in the world had been put out in sequence, never to return. They stretched out their hands in unison, this the one thing they could agree upon.
But she was destined to hit earth, the round cratering around her as if the woman had been created from stone instead of soft flesh and delicate organs. Loki felt himself stumble, and run to her like a child would run to their mother. Thor passed him with his usual athletic grace, and Loki couldn't even summon the urge to trip him, or say something cruel. He had to ensure the creature was safe.
Kneeling at her side, Thor turned her over, his large hands surprisingly gentle as he flicked soft strands of dark hair from her face. She was beautiful in a way only the immortal could be. Dark hair, soft pale skin, and bright blue eyes with a glint of grey steel in them. They fluttered for a moment, confused.
Thor feared her dead as her eyes closed, but her pulse was strong and sure in her wrists, and no blood spurted from her, no bones were broken. The surge of peace the brothers had been privy to gradually resided into a silent sort of shellshock. The blond behemoth tapped a button on the wrist communicator Director Fury had insisted he wear, watching Loki while also keeping a hand on the girl. Whatever calm had come over his silver-tongued brother, it would not do to give it value. He could disappear in an instant if he wished.
"Something of great import has happened. I must request healers to our departure site."
"The Tessaract has been destroyed."