“Mrs. Higurashi.”
Silence.
“Mrs. Higurashi…” the voice said again.
The girl stirred but did nothing.
“MRS. HIGURASHI!!!! I WILL NOT TOLERAT THIS IN MY CLASS!!!” the voice boomed.
The young teen woke up with a start. The other teens around the classroom snickered. She gave them a heated glare before muttering an apology to the teacher. The teacher gave her a wary glance before returning to the classroom.
Kagome Higurashi, now a senior in High School, also a 19 yr old, hated History. Yep. The one thing she doesn’t like about school. Why oh why does History have to be boring? She practically knows a lot about History since she travels through 500 yrs in the past. She was brought out of her thoughts once the teacher started talking.
“If you would please open your books to pg 165, you will see a picture drawn from an artist know as Kywaki Nomishu, that is about 500 yrs old.”
Movement could be heard as Kagome and the other teenagers started flipping through the pgs. When she reached it, her eyes widened at the picture.
‘It couldn’t be…’ But what she saw wasn’t her imagination, it was truly there. In the picture showed a tall man that wore a white yukata with patters of three white hexagons with a white flower in the middle of each one surrounded by a red color on his left shoulder and his sleeves. His hair was silver and it reached down to his waist. His eyes were golden and on his face were two magenta stripes that ran down both sides of his cheeks and a navy crescent moon on his forehead.
‘That’s…that’s Sesshomaru…’
When looked to the side, she noticed that there was a young women around her 20’s standing next to him, holding a infant, not just one, but three. Kagome looked at the picture closely to identify the women. ‘Damn…the pictures worn out…now I’ll never know who the Ice Price married…’ Kagome mentally cursed under her breath.
“There was told of a prophecy about the two young couples you see in the picture there…a prophecy about adventure, hate, fate, death, and love.”
‘Love? Why love?’ Kagome thought.
“What was the prophecy?” asked one of the students.
“Well…I really only know the first six’s lines of the prophecy and that’s it. It goes…” and then he started reading it off by memory.
“One Miko, one Demon, one Dragon,
Travel together in search of evil,
For they are the chosen ones who can stop it in its quake,
One of purity,
One of Strength,
One of Elements…”
Kagome watched as the teacher stopped and moved around. Then the teacher turned around and was about to speak when the bell rang. ‘Finally!’
“Class there will be a five paragraph paper due Tuesday next weekend!” A couple of the class moaned in disappointment, but left.
000
Kagome sat on the side of the well dangling her feet. She held her yellow backpack over her shoulder filled with stuff for the gang on the other side of the well. She mentally sighed. ‘My life couldn’t get any harder…’ She reverted back to what her teacher told her class about the prophecy and then the picture. ‘Should I tell Sesshomaru about this?’ She shook her head and stuck her tongue out at the air. ‘Nah! He wouldn’t believe me anyways!’
She sighed once more and then pushed herself off the side of the well and into the darkness below.