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One Small Step. . .
You know, for centuries I didn't really believe her. I mean, man walking on the moon? It sounds like some kind of fairy tale. But then these days, I'm the fairy tale, and those 'rockets' Kagome told me about so, so long ago are real. Odd thought, actually. The years passed, and the world got bigger, while the universe shrank. Once Japan seemed like everything there was, but now I'm watching man land on the moon on my thirteen inch television set.
I've seen TV's before, hundreds of years ago, or about thirty odd years in the future, take your pick. This is nothing like those. It's smaller, and the screen glows oddly blue.
The moon isn't exactly as I imagined it would be. It's all desolate. Though, I'm not sure what I expected. I know literally millions of humans are excited by this occasion, but I'm not entirely sure why. I'm excited too, but for a different reason.
She told me, long ago, that man would land on the moon. She never told me what year she lived in--not that I would have known what she was talking about if she had. Calenders are different now. So the moon landing has become something of a milestone for me. I know now that I'm in the final stretch of my wait; and after four hundred years, what's a few more decades?
It's been so long since she went back to her time. I wonder what she'll think of me. I've changed, I suppose, but looking back I'm not sure where or how. The young me will still be fresh in her mind. Will I surprise her? Will she be pleased to see me? Or will she be disappointed by what I've become?
That thought scares me a bit. It scares me to think of what I'll make of her, too. It's been so long. I tried not to let it, but her memory has faded. I can hardly recall what she smelled like, how she tasted. I'm afraid she won't be able to live up to her memory. I'm afraid she'll be something other than I recall. It's her memory that's brought me this far into this human era. What will happen if she doesn't meet up?
I can't not see her, though. It's impossible. It will be hard enough, knowing that she's out there somewhere, being tormented by my younger self, and I can't touch her yet. I have to wait until the well is sealed. I have too, because I already did. She never met me while she was traveling between worlds. That is another odd thought.
"One small step for man," the astronaut's voice comes through, "One giant leap for mankind."
And that much closer to Kagome.
I rub a tear off my cheek with a clawed thumb. Shippo will laugh if he catches me crying. *~*~*
A/N: Alright, I should be working on "Synthetic Emotions", but I had an interesting little idea for a one shot, and I couldn't pass it up. A lot of stories have Inuyasha (or some other demon) meeting up with Kagome in the present (or the future, depending on your timeline), but can't help but wonder what they did in the interim. Anyway, I got this idea when I was re- watching episode 9.
Tell me what you think. Until next time.
One Small Step. . .
You know, for centuries I didn't really believe her. I mean, man walking on the moon? It sounds like some kind of fairy tale. But then these days, I'm the fairy tale, and those 'rockets' Kagome told me about so, so long ago are real. Odd thought, actually. The years passed, and the world got bigger, while the universe shrank. Once Japan seemed like everything there was, but now I'm watching man land on the moon on my thirteen inch television set.
I've seen TV's before, hundreds of years ago, or about thirty odd years in the future, take your pick. This is nothing like those. It's smaller, and the screen glows oddly blue.
The moon isn't exactly as I imagined it would be. It's all desolate. Though, I'm not sure what I expected. I know literally millions of humans are excited by this occasion, but I'm not entirely sure why. I'm excited too, but for a different reason.
She told me, long ago, that man would land on the moon. She never told me what year she lived in--not that I would have known what she was talking about if she had. Calenders are different now. So the moon landing has become something of a milestone for me. I know now that I'm in the final stretch of my wait; and after four hundred years, what's a few more decades?
It's been so long since she went back to her time. I wonder what she'll think of me. I've changed, I suppose, but looking back I'm not sure where or how. The young me will still be fresh in her mind. Will I surprise her? Will she be pleased to see me? Or will she be disappointed by what I've become?
That thought scares me a bit. It scares me to think of what I'll make of her, too. It's been so long. I tried not to let it, but her memory has faded. I can hardly recall what she smelled like, how she tasted. I'm afraid she won't be able to live up to her memory. I'm afraid she'll be something other than I recall. It's her memory that's brought me this far into this human era. What will happen if she doesn't meet up?
I can't not see her, though. It's impossible. It will be hard enough, knowing that she's out there somewhere, being tormented by my younger self, and I can't touch her yet. I have to wait until the well is sealed. I have too, because I already did. She never met me while she was traveling between worlds. That is another odd thought.
"One small step for man," the astronaut's voice comes through, "One giant leap for mankind."
And that much closer to Kagome.
I rub a tear off my cheek with a clawed thumb. Shippo will laugh if he catches me crying. *~*~*
A/N: Alright, I should be working on "Synthetic Emotions", but I had an interesting little idea for a one shot, and I couldn't pass it up. A lot of stories have Inuyasha (or some other demon) meeting up with Kagome in the present (or the future, depending on your timeline), but can't help but wonder what they did in the interim. Anyway, I got this idea when I was re- watching episode 9.
Tell me what you think. Until next time.