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Notes from the Future by Omnicurls

Notes from the Future

“This is stupid, why are you wasting time?” Inuyasha huffed as Kagome, stubborn as ever, pushed open the door of the tea shop and walked inside. The annoyed hanyou trailed after her scratching the bandana that was starting to make his ears itch, “We don’t have time for this crap; there is plenty of tea in Edo.”

“I didn’t ask you to come shopping for supplies with me; you insisted. This is part of my routine and honestly, one of the few things that keeps me sane.” Kagome said, not even sparing a backwards glance at him.

Inuyasha watched, sulking, as she walked up to the counter and stood in line. He stood in a corner and folded his arms stubbornly across his chest, forcing himself to ignore the mouth-watering smell of baked-goods that wafted through the air. “Fucking waste of time.” He muttered under his breath, he was about to add another complaint when a familiar, but painfully out of place scent, cut through the air. It was much lighter than normal, but he could recognize that scent anywhere. He scanned the room quickly, almost as though in a panic, until his eyes found the source of that bothersome scent. The man had short dark hair now and his eyes were a deep gold teetering on brown, but no matter how much he changed his appearance he could not hide that pompous, ‘stick-up-his-ass’ posture that announced to the world that he was superior to everyone, in every way.

“Sesshomaru.” Inuyasha growled under his breath. He was about to approach his half-brother when she approached the table. Were it not for the starkly different clothes, he would have sworn that was his Kagome talking to the disguised Sesshomaru. She brushed a stray lock of ink-black hair behind her ear and smiled more brightly than he had ever seen her smile.

Inuyasha watched, frozen in disbelief, as the pair put on their coats. She was about to walk ahead, leading their way out, when he placed a hand gently on her shoulder. He picked up the blue scarf off the back of her chair. “You can be so absent-minded.” It was strange for Inuyasha to hear his brother’s voice sound so soft, almost teasing. He watched, still refusing to believe his eyes, as the inudaiyoukai wrapped the scarf around Kagome’s neck. Sesshomaru’s gaze never left hers, his eyes smouldering with the warmth of a winter fire.

“My hero.” She teased. She was glowing, as though someone had hid the sun beneath her skin. Sesshomaru leaned forwards and kissed her on the forehead.

Inuyasha watched, his mind frantically searching for a gear that would enable him to understand what he was seeing. Sesshomaru offered his arm to Kagome and she took it. Inuyasha’s eyes followed the couple as they walked arm in arm to door. Right before they stepped out, Sesshomaru looked over his shoulder and met his gaze. Inuyasha felt the gears in his mind grind to a halt as his body searched for the commands needed to tell it to move. He needed answers.

“Ok, we can go now.” Kagome – his Kagome – said from beside him. He turned to look at her, she was happily sipping her tea. She obviously had not seen what he had. Inuyasha looked at her, then at the door, and then back at her. “Are you alright?” She pressed on.

“Let’s go.” He said gruffly, his mind still focused on the scene that had played out in front of him. He grabbed her hand and rushed her to the door. Stepping outside he looked up and down the street but there was no sight of Sesshomaru, not even the lingering whisper of his scent.


From the moment they had returned to Edo he had kept his eyes on Kagome and Sesshomaru, hoping that perhaps the past could explain the future. But there was no such luck; Kagome was focused on her friends, and Sesshomaru was focused on what Inuyasha could only assume was himself. Their gazes never wandered in the vicinity of each other, their paths never crossed. They could have been on opposite sides of the world for all it mattered. Yet still, the image from the tea shop plagued him like a curse.

“Inuyasha, would you like a cup of tea? It is the new brew I just bought.” Kagome asked. His eyes travelled from his brother to his friend,

“No. You know I don’t like that crap.” He said gruffly.

Kagome rolled her eyes before settling them on Sesshomaru, “Would you like some tea? It is pomegranate white tea.”

“This Sesshomaru appreciates your kindness.” Normally he would have turned down an offer from a human, but the tea smelled so foreign and so enchanting that he had to try it.

Kagome poured a cup and walked over to the tree where he was sitting. “I think you would like it; it is one of my favourites.” She said, lowering the cup to him.

Inuyasha watched the scene in front of him, trying desperately to equate it to the tea shop, but it was far too different. She was smiling, but it was the same polite smile she gave everyone, and Sesshomaru was looking at her but his golden eyes were as steeled and emotionless as ever. There was something very important missing from this interaction, something essential in the tea shop that just did not exist here, something so fundamental that its absence allowed the hanyou enough peace of mind to convince himself that he must have been hallucinating. It would only be much later that he would realise what was missing was just time.

Sesshomaru nodded his thanks. As he took the cup from her his claws grazed her hand. At the contact her breath hitched in her throat, something sparked behind his eyes, and time creaked into motion, ready to hurtle itself at miko and inudaiyoukai with the force of the gods.


 A/N: This is just a one shot for now. I have an idea for a whole story based on this premise, but I am focusing on my other story right now. Based on how much people like this idea I might start working on a fell length story to go with this one. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it. 


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