idk what killed me more

I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

anyone loved can be lost

A/N: I don’t know where this came from, but the series kind of glossed over the logistics of how Kagome adjusted to the Feudal era in the very beginning, but with how big her heart is, I imagine seeing all the carnage of that world would have been pretty tough.

Kagome hugged her knees up tighter to her chest and sighed as she looked out into the clear starry night, in an attempt to try to focus on how bright and beautiful the country looked without all the light pollution.  She knew that she probably shouldn’t have wandered off, especially with the events that had taken place earlier that day, but she needed a moment to clear her head.

Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the dozens of villagers who had been slaughtered.  It wasn’t the first village they had seen torn apart, and she knew that it wouldn’t be the last.  They suspected it had been the work of demons, but even knowing that couldn’t erase the images that had been burned into her brain.  Not only had the men been murdered, but the women and children too.  Some of their eyes had been open, staring up blankly at her; wide but unseeing.  Her heart ached for every single one of them, for the terror that they must have felt moments before their demise, for the cruelty that had ended their lives much sooner than was necessary, or even right. Here she was, worrying about getting into a good high school, when the people of this era genuinely had to worry about their lives.

It was the way of the Feudal warring world, but such was so different from her own time that she was having difficulty wrapping her head around it.

“Oi, wench!”

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