Chapter. 1 Connection

Summary: In an odd event called a garage sale; Kagome goes, because her mother asked her to watch out for her grandfather and he wanted her to come. What she didn’t expect was to find something that was long lost in time. To repair the past, she must work with it to save her future, and keep the portal from destroying both.

AN:Well this has been bugging me for a few months and I have finally gotten to it. Hope you like! 13pgs. This is more like an alternate cannon universe. ^-^

Characters: Nash - Meaning, “cliff” in Old English. Is an American private guard.

Rajeem Genie - Apparently Rajeem means banished in Quranic/Arabic. Ra in Egypt means sun, Jeem is another form of Jim in America. Where Jim means, Supplanter. Which evolved from the Latin, Supplantare, meaning, “to trip up/overthrow/or replace.” I guess if you want, the name Rajeem could mean two things. “banished” or “Sun supplanter” For the Quranic translation it is only in relation to a scripture that has been misunderstood. Where some of the Quranic believers believer that Rajeem means “to stone to death”. Which it does not, since the name is derived from a different form. But they used it anyway and started stoning people to death. It essence, it is a very old word. Crazy huh? Then genie is well… genie. A magical spirit in Arabian folklore that has supernatural powers and has to obey commands from the person who summons it. ‘In a sense’ where in, magical folklore in America, it is considered to be a demon that has been summoned by someone. Or did I get that last part wrong, hmn….

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Chapter. 1 Connection

Spinning around on the heel of her shoes she looked at her room. Absentmindedly admiring the new coat of light violet paint. It was all because the original color had started to drive her nuts. A light pink is what it used to be. Now it had taken her the past two days to finish painting it with something different. It was risky, but she had also used a brown to design an swirl vine on one wall. Using a midnight purplish/blue to accent it. That’s what took her so long. Her smile widened at the refreshing sight. Cracking open her door with a last glance. Her long black hair falling over one shoulder.

A few feet away was the stairs leading down. Her feet swiftly bringing her towards the hall parallel to the front door, calling out. “Grandpa, are you ready yet?”

“Kagome.” Her mother scolded her.

She had the decency to look guilty. “Sorry mom.”

“I’m not that slow!” Her grandfathers shout came from the living room on their left.

Mother and daughter smiled at that. A shorter boy with black hair opened the front door impatiently. “Mom, can’t you drive this time?”

“I already told you Souta. I have to stay here when your grandfather leaves. We can’t afford another helper at the shrine. I’ll be opening the shop soon though. Besides, Kagome is a safe driver. Right, Kagome?”

“It’s not even 5 am. You can’t ask her! She’s only been driving for one week.” He complained. Inwardly freaking out when he thought of his sister driving.

Kagome sweat dropped. “Guys…”

Her mom was looking at her youngest. “She still needs to get some experience dear. But you will be fine.”

Souta gave her a sharp look. “Fine? It‘s rare enough that not many people actually dive, because they take the train, or bus all the time. Why do we have to go so early? My class doesn‘t open till 9.”

“Souta.“ Kagome’s brow twitched as her voice lowered into a tone of warning.

Her mother shook her head at her. “I normally bring your grandfather to the garage sales every few weeks even when they show once a week. Since he doesn’t leave the shrine that often, and he refuses to go to most places, why not? Kagome was also going to go out with her friends by 11:30. And you needed a ride. Maybe it will be fun for you three.”

“Like hitting three birds with one stone.” Kagome mumbled.

Perplexed, Souta sighed in exaggeration. “What’s so fun about a garage sale?”

While they were busy, their grandfather slipped past them; already several feet away from the door and outside. Wearing priest robes and holding out a pouch of coins. Under one of his arms was a box full of talismans and paper wards. His face was normally set in a serious gaze, but this time there was a slight lift of his lips, as he smiled. “Now who’s slow?”

Hearing him, Kagome turned around, and quickly slipped on her shoes before following him. Waving at the rest of her family. “See ya later mom!”

Souta gaped at them. “Hey, wait for me.”

She started laughing, catching up to their grandfather to slip her left arm under his. Her other hand absentmindedly spinning the keys on one finger. “You ready now?”

“Always, Kagome. In this event, there will always be a priest needed to let the spirits of such old items, lay to rest.” His tone broached no argument, but left one wondering what else he would say. As if he were to start telling them an entirely different tale at any moment.

Her laughter subsided as she looked at him seriously. Contemplating his meaning and what he usually did. Many a contractor or land owner had called him to bless their grounds. Routinely or not. Quite a few people even showing up at the shrine to ask for all kinds of blessings, helpful advice, and many other things. It had only been two weeks since he had asked her to accompany him to each one of them. Even allowed to do at least seven for the ones she was able to remember without a problem. It was a great honor and she didn’t want to let him down.

Since he didn’t get out much besides priestly duties, this garage sale was supposed to be used as a time to relax, and she saw right through him when she first found out. Having not had the chance to go with him the other times. That was one of the reasons why she wanted to get her drivers license. So, she could drive him to the outskirts of the town to where he felt he needed, or wanted to go.

It was times that he began to tell a story, when she couldn’t help, but zone out. Trying to find a better way of paying close attention without falling asleep. It didn’t bother her that much. Only seemed to aggravate him a lot when she did that.

Souta caught up to them and she looked ahead. All three making their way down the long stairwell.

Still stuck in thought as she unconsciously listened to Souta’s mutterings and their grandfathers chuckle. To help spirits connected to an item could be tricky. She understood how such an object can still carry residual energy. Either that of a previous owner or because it had become haunted through a tragic event. ’But, that would take another type of great tragedy, or some form of trigger, to even release that energy before it became harmful to anyone. It could take years, an instant, or not at all.‘ Though she believed that every spirit deserved a chance to rest peacefully. ‘What if just praying over an item could trigger it?‘ Kagome tilted her head. “Why did you say that?”

He tugged at his semi long mustache like she had seen him do for many years. His coin pouch sliding down his wrist as he let her arm go. Her words had stopped her younger brother in confusion next to them. Their grandpa hummed. “That is a vague and vast question. Tell me this…” He paused in a drawn out exaggeration.

It felt like he was testing her again. His far away look being a horrible tease like he would drift off onto some other topic. She almost sighed.

Then he continued. “Why let another’s ignorance harm another? It is justly as wrong as an accident occurring. Where the very person who has the knowledge to change the outcome does not even speak up.”

“Like a doctor on a street when someone collapses. Its mostly about morals and the choice to do the right thing.”

He gave her a bright smile and nodded vigorously. “Yes!”

Absorbing the information still, Souta looked between the two, and shrugged. Going around them to the side car door. “Hey sis, it‘s locked.”

“Oh..” Snapping out of it, she deftly pressed the button on the key ring. The click telling them it unlocked. Getting into the driver side, she excitedly proclaimed when their grandfather got in. “Okay, everyone get your seat belts on!”

Souta groaned in dismay behind her.

~ 36 minutes later ~

“I’m ALIVE!” The young lad unlocked his seat belt as his sister turned off the car. Opening the door with gusto to take a deep breath of fresh air. Well fresher air then what was in the city.

At a slower pace, Kagome got out with a slight frown. ‘I hadn’t gone over the speed limit or at least no farther then five over on occasion. Only passed up a few cars too. Did I miss something? Thankfully the traffic wasn’t too horrible.’ She looked towards her brother. “It wasn’t that bad.” Then her voice lowered. Her hand fidgeting with the wallet in her jean pocket. “was it?….”

Grandfather Higurashi was a bit slower, but he patted her shoulder to stop her from worrying. “You did fine.”

“How do you know? You don’t even have a license or drive.”

He sputtered in indignation. “I’ll have you know that you drive just like your mother. A safe driver over all and aggressive when dealing with fools.”

‘Uh….’ Kagome mentally sweat dropped. Not sure to take that as a complement or insult. “Thanks….”

Souta rolled his eyes. “It wasn’t your driving. It was the music you had playing the whole time. Or the lack of at the end trip.”

Her brow twitched. After the first two minutes he had asked them if she could turn on the radio. Then she decided to change the channel, and they went back, and forth for about 12 minutes after. Since they couldn‘t agree on a channel to stay on; their grandfather had, had enough, and turned it off. “I didn’t hear you relent.”

“Neither did you.“ He sheepishly grinned. Looking around to see the infamous, ‘garage sale’ occurrence. His jaw almost dropped. Between what looked to be a large garage on the left, there was another building three times the height, on the right. While in the middle was an outdoor looking farmers market. The stalls being on a dusty brownish red ground. Their wooden, or metal frames lining the far left, and right wall. Where he couldn’t even see the back as it left three more aisles in the middle. Instead of food it had familiar, odd, and intriguing items all around. Ranging from trinkets, to furniture, and more. On top of that, there was at least 20, or 30 people browsing around. Quite a few of them foreign to. With only two or three trees for shade or wind resistance. It was more like a flea market of some sort.

“Gramps, why is it not called a flea market, or even a world market?”

Their grandfather shrugged. “The officials couldn’t make up their minds and the owner of this plot of land just went with it. It can‘t be called a world market unless it was at least two or more times bigger and with produce. Though I know there are a few other things that might be needed for it. Besides, it used to be a LOT smaller then this, one year ago.”

“Cool!” Souta couldn‘t keep his eyes away. “Do they have anything to drink?”

“Fortunately, there is only one place inside the garage there. That’s where the more serious vendors or traders are at. Though, they won’t let normal people in the sectioned off room. Because the food and water are for the vendors, traders, one official banker and his team, and three or four personal guards, and me.”

“They let you in too?!” Souta looked up at him.

“For giving a few prayers, and blessings on the land, and owners home. He is a fair man. I still want to pay for the water or snacks though.”

‘And it was so early in the morning…‘ Since it was now 5am. Kagome didn’t know what to say. Also not able to look away. It had that old appeal to it that could draw one in with the familiarity or calm air. Several lights were placed around since the sun was only just rising. But she curiously turned to glance around the parking lot when she heard a few odd sounds. It wasn’t gigantic and it seemed to fit the place nicely. And on the other side of the two way street was a huge farm. Faintly hearing another roosters crow or a snort of a cow. An assortment of fruit trees circling one side as the other had normal ones like a border around the fenced in area.

The autumns air suddenly blew. Casting a chill along her form. “Fair man, Jii-chan?”

He gave her a funny look. “The lot owner. Honestly Kagome, I would have thought you were paying attention.”

“Sorry.”

“Come, come.” Their grandfather started leading them towards the garage to get some water bottles first. One or two people giving them a strange look. They didn’t mind. Opening the side door to the garage and going in. The heavy metal door itself was not like the automatic ones you saw in the city. Souta and Kagome had to blink from the light difference. Seeing as it was surprisingly lighter in there then out. With huge, long, lights hanging from the ceiling. Illuminating everything as if they were at home and not a garage.

They followed him in slight awe at what was on their immediate right. Very tall wooden frames were built for hand woven rugs and cloth murals etched with ancient picturing.  Even more finely hand crafted furniture being at the far back. Many custom lamps, computer desks, and others being in the middle. Briefly she saw special made plates, and jewelry hidden behind the rugs, and furniture. The small boxed in room in front of them being opened by a guard.

His wide shoulders nearly hiding the entrance before he moved. Wearing black pants and a light blue shirt that cut off at his muscled arms. His height being just half an inch away from the top of the door. Despite his towering, and intimidating form, his face had a kind expression. And his brown hair was tied into a low pony tail away from his tanned skin. His bass tone having a slight American accent as he spoke their native words perfectly. “Welcome, priest Higurashi.” He inclined his head. Holding his cup of coffee near him so he wouldn’t accidentally spill it.

Their grandfather bowed respectfully in turn. Raising a hand towards his grandkids. “Thank you. This is my granddaughter, Kagome. And this is my grandson, Souta. I had hoped to show them the sales.”

“Nice meeting you both. Names Nash. One of three guards if you run into any trouble. Not that you would I bet. We rarely have any trouble here. Welcome to the sales.” The small thing in his ear beeped and he paused to listen. “Boss said you two can go in also.”

“Thank you.” Kagome smiled back at him.

Souta just stared with wide eyes. Eloquently adding in more of a statement then question. “Did you know your huge! Are you a wrestler?”

Aghast, Kagome looked at him. “Souta!”

“What? It’s true.” He folded his arms. “There is nothing wrong with stating the truth or asking a question.”

Nash laughed at deep hearty laugh. “It’s fine miss. I did wrestle cattle on my ranch before training in other arts here. It was a unique career opportunity that my current boss gave me when he visited North America. I get that a lot.”

“That’s awesome.”

Being a bit taller, and not as delicately built as the rest of her female classmates, she could actually relate to him a bit. Kagome tilted her head back to see him better. A little more curious because of the things she’s read, and with a stronger resolve, she asked. “Do you miss the wide open fields like the other continents?”

He studied her briefly. “A bit. Thanks to my brother, and sister watching the ranch, I can stay here longer. But, I like to save up enough to visit every now, and then. Can‘t get enough of the scent of pine and maple. Or seeing the sun rise, or set on nothing, but a wide expanse of nature.” That brought a nostalgic grin to his face. “Don‘t get me wrong, Japan has it‘s beauties to. There is just nothing like home where you grew up in. ”

Souta nearly pouted as she asked another question. “Are all Americans so open to?”

“Depends on the person.” His answer came out with a bit of a delay. Blinking at her in surprise. He hadn’t met many, that were that curious about his home, or people. Besides the land his boss owned, and the ones in it, the others thought he couldn‘t understand them. And he had lived half his current age on both continent and island. Both places changed a lot. Now most Japanese learn several languages when their younger. While where he had lived, the towns grew, and more schools were put up. Apparently, for a city person, it was rare to see an expanse of land.

“For instance miss,” Nash added. “you are an intelligent and bold speaker.”

“Um…” She blushed at that. Her eyes hiding from his or at least trying to. His humor was contagious as he chuckled. 

The two didn’t even get to enter the room as their grandfather had gone in without them. Coming back out with three water bottles. “Here.” He handed the sulking, and half listening Souta one, and Kagome the other. “Lets make our rounds, shall we?”

Kagome and Souta waved back to Nash as they headed back outside. The light causing them to blink again. So their vision would get used to the difference. With the later time came the brighter morning. “Gramps, can I wonder around?” Souta asked.

“Sure, just…”

Souta instantly had started to wonder off. Looking from stall to stall.

“don’t wonder off too far…” The hand he had held out as if to delay him went back to his side. Shaking his head at the youths enthusiasm. ‘If only he would be this enthusiastic about our history.’

“Jii-chan, where would you like to start?” Kagome stayed next to him.

“The first vendor!”

Over the course of the next two hours the sun rose up further. A lot more people appearing and creating quite the crowd. ‘It definitely felt crowded.’ Kagome had to stay closer to her grandfather or easily get misguided. Paying close attention to what he was saying and doing with increasing difficulty. Finding her mind kept wanting to wonder around like these people. Her awareness of others heightened. But so did her stubbornness as she wanted to learn. So far they had gone through the garage and were still outside.

Several times she discreetly added her priestess powers to some of the wards. Thanking every kami when they got closer to the last vendor. Just two more, and to their left, were the last ones. Looking at the wooden stall and wards, she gently touched the edge of one ward. Absently making it seem like she was completely distracted. Giving her grandpa a smile as he nodded back in thanks. The only reason why he let her do so was that he knew she was a lot stronger. Though he wasn’t sure how to prove it. It did make him puzzle over the possibility.

Kagome looked at the stuff across from them. All sorts of wooden, glass, and metal boxes and chests being placed strategically. Even smoke trays were on the covered table. Most of the tables around there were covered. Just less then half of them were not. She thought the mix up added with the charm. ‘They have quite an assortment of clothes.‘ It really was a nice spot. But personally, she wished there was a few more trees or flowers. She wished to see a forest or natural meadow.

The next instant was like a heartbeat. She felt a pulse of energy. Her body momentarily frozen in that spot. Confused, but wanting to know what it was, she followed the pull like a moth to a flame. Finding herself standing between a leather vendor, and a stall of miscellaneous items, the pulse stopped. Sighing, she turned to around to go since she couldn‘t sense what it was. Then another pulse caught her off guard. Making it harder for her to breathe. She clenched the front of her jacket. Narrowing her eyes to slowly turn her head in That direction.

Searching out what ever it was. Her eyes widened as the lights reflected off a single clean spot on a rusted piece of metal. With nicks and dents along its edge and side. The half covered sword resided in an old scrap pile. But, somewhere in her very being, she could tell that that was the thing that called her. She briefly wondered if it was haunted. Quickly tossing that thought away as she stared at it. One or two people passing her to go to another stall. Making up her mind, she hummed in the back of her throat, and walked towards it.

Made up of two bins that were too small for its load. The old scrap pile was at least three and a half feet tall and four feet wide. Though made up of many things she stared at that one blade. Her hand reached out for it till a voice interrupted her.

“Hello miss. Would you like to buy a trinket? I have many that might be of interest to you.”

She blinked once and broke the strange trance. Straightening her shoulders to turn towards the male that had addressed her. “Hello.” It took her a moment before she could say anything else. The man was the same height as her with short black hair. Looking to be in his forties or fifties if she could guess right. So long as she didn’t over count all the wrinkles. He had a lot of wrinkles over brown skin from being in the sun too long. Though his face was a lot smoother. His purple eyes caught her attention. It was a rare genetic eye color that intrigued her. But, the young look in them made her feel off balanced. The mornings light seeming to dance in those orbs as if to playfully coax someone into a dangerous gambit game.

Instantly feeling the hairs on her arms and back of her neck stand on edge. Waiting for some form of movement that did not make sense to her. ‘An attack?’ Her brows scrunched in confusion briefly before hiding it.

He smiled brightly. “If you may be an metal artist there is plenty to be found in those bins.”

At her expression, he clapped his hands. The silver bands on his wrists clinking like tinkling bells. “Oh, I know! Maybe you love to paint these plates?” He picked up a blank plate and spun it in the middle of the table just for fun. Adding enthusiastically. “Or for foreign jeweled items?” A hand waved to the stalls wall. “Even collecting little stone mammals for decoration?”

“Actually, excuse me.” She interrupted politely. Thinking that the tiny stone elephant he held up was adorable, and reflexively grabbing her wallet, she stopped when she noticed. Wondering what was coming over her. Minutely, she shook her head. Putting it back in her pocket. Not noticing the steely glint in his eyes. She looked back at the only clean part of the metal. Waving a hand towards it, she asked. “May I have a look at that piece?”

“Huh?…” He leaned over the table in genuine curiosity subdued with concealed excitement. “Ah, but that is just a bent up piece of metal.”

Her thoughts wavered at his words. Again confused, but this time mentally shaking her head, she steadied her resolve. The strange warning she kept getting from him making it hard to concentrate.

His smooth, silky voice seemed to play with her mind, asking her. “Are you sure?”

He was dangerous…..

Yet he was kind and spoke playfully.

‘I will not judge him when I’ve only met him.’ She mentally fought back. The belief that everyone had some good in them not budging. ‘There is always a chance.’

Something seemed to snap at that thought. All the warnings being swept away with a calm acceptance. Not remembering the ordeal, she opened her eyes when she realized she had closed them. Quickly looking for the man that had asked her a question. “I’m sorry, what was that?“

He seemed pleased. Like he just approved of something he had been searching for. Casually leaning against that table. “Do you really wish to see it up close?“

She nodded. “Yes please.”

“Alright then.” He smiled again. “Now let me see here….” Coming around his stall, he put his left foot on one corner of the bin as he leaned forward. “This should be the right angle.”

Kagome watched in relieved amusement. Almost teasing him. “You got it?”

“Yup. One moment.” Grabbing the hilt of the sword he made a hard tug. Hearing the blade cry with a sorrowful song from being released. Holding it’s perfect lengthened blade to his right. The sudden clink of other smaller pieces of metal blocked the sound out. He looked at the pile as it sunk in on itself. “Oh dear.”

She wasn’t sure if she should ask. The man looked entirely forlorn as the pile sunk. As if his cat just disappeared or he was the cat that just got soaked. Then he clicked his tongue and went to the back of his stall again.

While he turned, she noticed his round shoes. A bright, beautiful purple that she wasn’t sure would match with his brown cotton jeans. Balanced by the orange shirt with a light green trim. It was quite the vibrant attire and also went with his personality. Instantly beginning to wonder about the sword again, she watched.

He carefully placed it on the table. Looking at her, then the blade, and back at her, then back at the blade. “Wait, its missing something!” Crouching, he ducked under the table to open a wooden chest he had hidden there.

A little anxious, but curious, she peeked over the tables rim to try to see what he was doing. Almost jumping when he shot right back up like a jack in the box. Her heart racing. Messing with the edge of her coat nervously.

Much slower, almost reverently, he brought the scabbard next to the rusted blade. ‘Finally it is in its rightful place.’ One hand went over the two, before he took a step back for her to look. “The scabbard has always gone with it.”

Cautiously, as if he were to make a sudden move again, she took a step towards it. Eyeing the vendor, then the blade. Bringing her gaze along its length, her own hand quickly followed, brows lowered slightly. ‘What is its problem?’ She was right on it being rusted. So much so that it covered the blade entirely. Only that one spot being free. Looking closer she realized there was a symbol on it. ‘I don’t recognize it…’ Deciding that maybe the scabbard might have an answer instead. Her blue eyes roamed over the silver and blue sheath. Noting the great care that its wrappings had been designed in and that it matched the swords hilt exactly.

The symbol for the circle of life stayed near the top of the sheath. While several letters resided in the middle of it. “Do you know what it says?”

He nodded. “On the scabbard and in the middle of the circle of life it continues, “The one not lost shall be renewed” it’s confusing really. Since the swords name is, “The Killing Perfection”. It is exceedingly old and I doubt that it should go back into it‘s scabbard till the blades cleaned.”

She felt a small pulse at that. Lifting up the sword gently. Giving it a small smile, she brought her attention up to the vender. “I would like to buy it.”

He coyly grinned. “Oh, I was not intending to sell it.”

Her head tilted at that. “Oh? But then why would it be left out to rust?” Adding with a bit of exaggeration. “And brought to a garage sale? Should it not be cleaned and taken care of?”

“Why not?” His features softened as he leaned forward to trace the circle. “I have left it out so that it may find a kind soul to take care of it. I have been out here for years and it has not found a single person. As is its way.” Tugging at a white silk cloth hanging from the other side of his stall he wrapped the scabbard in it. Stopping to look at her expectantly.

“I do not understand what you mean…” She carefully placed it on the table. Reluctant to leave it in this place when she could sense something from it.

Another silk cloth was tugged off the stalls side. Only this was the color of maroon. Tying them with a bright yellow silk ribbon. Finished wrapping them, he held it out for her to grab. And hesitantly grab she did. “You do not have to. Just listen to this. The sword is yours, Lady.” He bowed deeply. Which startled her.

“But I can not…”

“No buts.“ Straightening back up, he briefly wagged a finger inches in front of her nose. “Think of it as a gift from me for wishing to take care of it. You may call me Rajeem Genie.”

‘He wasn’t joking.’ She stared at him. Slowly hugging the sword and sheath to her chest. “Kagome Higurashi.” Bowing the best she could, she added. “It is my honor to take care of it. Thank you, Mr. Genie.”

“Kagome.” Her grandfather called. “Ah… Hello.” Walking up to the stall, he bowed lightly to the vendor. Having met him a few times. “Rajeem, would you like a blessing or special warding like last time?”

Mr. Rajeem nodded. “Higurashi-san’s, do please add one blessing, and perhaps you can put a warding on this new box. I have found it has met a nasty history from where I got it. I fear it may try to draw in someone with a weak mentality.” Taking a tiny brown box from out of his metal register. He noticed the female immediately strengthen and narrow her eyes at it. Her apparent, grandfather, having nearly lost his priestly senses from age, didn’t or couldn’t sense what she could. ‘Hmm……’

Though Higurashi opened his box of paper wards. Pulling out the ink and brush for it. Knowing that this one would be a bit different then the usual. “I will see what I can do.  Kagome,”

Looking away from the menacing box, Kagome frowned slightly. “Jii-chan?”

“This will be the first warding I would like for you to write as I say the blessing.”

Her eyes brightened at that. Awkwardly shuffling the sword, and sheath, before her grandfather put the things needed on the table. “Alright.”

“You know which one?“ He backed up to give her room.

“Yes.” She nodded. Leaning forward to grab the brush with her right hand. Dipping it in the ink container, she dabbed it on the edge of the inkwell. Making sure that there wasn’t too much built up on the tip. ‘To keep the energy sealed and force it’s bad intentions to ebb… though it might take it a few months. I got it!‘ Starting with the first letters she concentrated her own energy. The brush going over the blank paper ward effortlessly, as her grandfather closed his eyes, and held his hands out in prayer.

Mr. Rajeem put the box in front of her.

Finished with the ward, she blew on it gently so it would dry quicker. “Here goes nothing.” She whispered, adding a bit of glue to the back.

Wrapping it around the tiny box. She saw the faint pink glow pass through the paper to do as it was instructed. Only a tiny spark showed before it disappeared. Letting out a relieved sigh when the menacing aura was gone.

Mr. Rajeem Genie also sighed in relief. “Thank you again, Higurashi’s.”

“Anytime.“ Grandfather Higurashi did another quick bow. Picking up his items and Kagome’s empty arm. “It’s time to get Souta so we have enough time to eat something on the way.”

‘We have to go already?‘ Kagome looked at the time on her watch. Glancing at Mr. Genie as she was tugged along and near the end of the aisle. It wasn’t till they found Souta in the Garage, and got back to the car, till they asked where she got the bundle she held. Answering them honestly as she put it in the trunk of the car.

“Interesting…“ Her grandfather went into one of those contemplative silences to try to remember something. Which could take a while.

Kagome shook her head and double checked that they had their seat belts on. Looking through the mirror and behind her before backing out. “Well lets hope the traffic hadn‘t gotten too busy and we can make it to your class in time. So what did you find, Souta?”

“You should have seen this one vendor! He had all sort of wooden action figures and…”

She listen as she drove. All the while wondering about the sword in the trunk. Being very tempted to just cancel going to the movies and the mall with her friends. ‘Maybe I can work on cleaning it before I have to leave…’ 

 

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