Kagome, a Twisted Fairy Tale

by read-n-review

Fairy tale


A fanciful tale of legendary deeds and creatures, usually intended for children.

A fictitious, highly fanciful story or explanation.

Kagome, a Twisted Fairy Tale will indeed be a fanciful tale of legendary deeds and creatures. The story fictitious at every step. The explanation of Kagome Higurashi's life.

Truly highly fanciful, but is most definitely not intended for children.

The future will always be uncertain.

Chapter I

Before Act I


Once Upon A Time...

A small child sat alone upon a window sill, looking out at the foliage covered hills that surrounded the old house of a small Shinto Shrine. Rain pattered softly against the slightly warped panes, before dripping down to soak into the earth. The girl sighed out of boredom as she sluggishly counted the droplets that fell infront of her. Turning on the narrow ledge she looked at the room that had once been her grandmother's. The walls were a faded pink, the bed was no longer soft and comfortable, but was hard and lumpy instead, and the oak furniture had all faded over the years. Her luggage sat at the foot of the bed, her things still waiting to be taken out. She had enough clothes to last her the two-week duration of her stay. In the room across from hers, she could hear her mother bustling around as she unpacked her own things. They were visiting her grandmother at the shrine where both her mother and grandmother had been born and raised. Next week they would honor the death of her grandfather, and many others who had all serviced the family over the decades. The young-child could really care less, as she was much more interested in toys and candy then in her family's history. She was after-all, almost seven and three-quarter years old.

The grave sat somewhere in the forest on the shrine's land. They would visit it at the end of the two-weeks, and then she would go home and watch TV again. They did this every year, so really it was no different. They would go clean it, pray at it, and maybe even have a picnic. She didn't know why she and her mother had to come so early. The rest of the family didn't come till almost the day before they went to the grave, she didn't know why she had to miss out on her favorite TV show that only repeated itself every few months or so. How would she ever be able to wait that long to see the episodes she had missed? Life really wasn't fair.

With no television, the girl had little to do. Her mother had told her to unpack, but she found the task trivial, as it would only take a few minutes and she clearly didn't have such time to spare. There wasn't much to do in such an old house...

...except explore!

'My, such wonderful ideas you have, Tsuyu!' The little girl spoke only in her head, as to not alert her mother to her musings. Who knows what trouble her mother would think she would get into! It really was ridiculous how much that woman would fret. After all, how much trouble could one almost seven and three-quarters-year old get into? Of course, after last year when she had gotten ahold of a pair of scissors, food coloring, and her sleeping older cousin, she guessed she really couldn't blame her. But my, how lovely he had looked with purple hair, AND it had only taken two weeks to rinse out!

It had been worth the month without television. Without it, she had been able to catch up on taunting him about his hair. Purple really did suit him.

Quietly, she crept out of her room and down the stairs into the small dimly lit hallway. She had already been through the kitchen and dining room today, so exploration of those areas was unnecessary. She really did hate things that were not needed and could be avoided. Like chores for example.

'At least chores would be something to do other than to listen to all of this rain..' she paused in her trek down the hall. 'What am I saying? Chores!? Bah!'

Looking up, she could see pictures lined-up on the wall untill the next door and onward. The pictures were of her family, and people whom she assumed were family friends. In most of the pictures, she could see a beautiful woman with sparkling blue eyes, and flowing raven hair. Moving further downward, she noticed that with every few pictures, a new child would appear, making a larger family portrait.

'Was this Gramma?'

It wasn't until five more pictures she noticed her mother and her aunt, both of whom were twins, sitting side-by side in the pictures.

'So it really was her..'

In only the oldest of pictures, she noticed a man whose beauty rivaled that of her grandmother's. His hair was shown so bright it seemed almost silver, and fell long past his shoulders. In the faded pictures that were almost black-and-white, his eyes stood out with a sheen that seemed golden-yellow. His skin looked like porceline, and he looked almost too otherworldly to be real. As she stood staring at this mystery man, a sudden creaking noise from behind her almost made her jump out of her skin.

From her spot where she had pressed her back up to the wall in her moment of terror, she could see a door that was once virtually invisible... had opened. Even as her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, she could not see anything beyond it. Cautiously, without making any noise as to not disturb the silence, she approached. Pushing lightly with her foot, and being careful to keep distance by the wall, it pushed open all the way and light was able to flood the room. Years, maybe decades worth of dust floated around inside at the sudden current of air that flushed through. Taking the collar of her shirt, she put it over her nose and mouth and stepped in.

From the way the ceiling was jaggedly slanting upwards, she knew she had found a door to under the stairs. Above her, a lone light bulb hung from the ceiling. Pulling the cord with care, it turned on with an audible 'click'. The room was piled high with boxes, toys, and books. The room was almost like a treasure trove! One that had been waiting just for her to find. One box seemed to call out to her, as it sat in the middle of the small area.

It had slight water-damage, and stood as tall as her waist, but she pushed it as best she could into the hallway to get a better look. The box wasn't taped shut, but seemed exceedingly worn and old.

It was then her conscience decided to show up and nag her into feeling guilty.

"I guess I should ask Gramma first.." she said with an exasperated sigh, but then cried out as an idea raced through her mind. "What if there's some sort of booby-trap in here to keep people like me from finding out what's really inside?! If I really had opened it, I could've died! It's a good thing I'm such a well-rounded person and new to ask first! Now, where is Gramma anways?"

She searched her mind for any possible clues as to where her beloved grandmother could be. It was then she remembered that her grandmother had once said that whenever it rained she liked to sit and watch it fall out on the porch as the world was 'purged of sin.' Whatever that meant.

Pushing for all she was worth, the little girl was finally able to shove the box through the door to the porch, only to fall onto the hard wood. When she looked up, she saw her grandmother rocking back and forth gently in her favorite rocking chair.

"Gramma! Gramma!" She cried excitedly as she pulled the heavy box closer to them both. "Look what I found under the stairs!" She really did hope her grandmother wouldn't be mad, it had seemed like a good idea at the time.

"My, my, what have we here?"

"I don't know, Gramma.. I was hoping you would let me open it so that I could find out."

The elder woman leened forward slightly as she throughly examined the box. She traced over it with sceptical eyes; darting this way and that only to clap her hands together when she was done. She spoke with a mystic-like voice.

"Well, it's a good thing that you didn't open it by yourself, do you know why?"

With wide-eyes, Tsuyu slowly shook her head.

"If you had opened this without permission, great calamity would have befallen this earth!"


"No! But I'm glad you asked. You should never open things that are not yours without whoever owns it's permission." She responded wagging a finger at the little girl.


"It's true! But, since you were so nice enough to come find me while being burdened with such a heavy box, I think I may just let you open it... but on one condition."

"Okay! What's the con-di-tion?"

"Open the box first, I will then tell you of my terms." She spoke with a twinkle in her eye.

The little girl's confusion of her grandmother's strange behavior was forgotten in favor of the excitement of whatever was lurking inside the box. As the flaps were pulled aside, dust rose from the confines, but oddly enough, the objects inside looked as though they were brand-new. The first object, she discovered as she pulled it out, was a small, old yukata that dated back farther than she could comprehend. It looked as though it had belonged to a small, impoverished child, for it's sleaves were never made, and it was of cheap fabric and design. Made specifically for hard-labor underneath the summer's sun. An obi was beneath it, which she took out as well.

"Tsuyu, go put that on upstairs, when it's on, come back down here, understood?"

"How come, Gramma?" She asked, but rose regardless.

"It's about my condition, you opened the box, and now, I get to tell you a little story."

I do not own Inu-Yasha in anyway, nor do I own the fairy tales of the deceased Brothers Grimm.

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