England was such a beautiful place to be. Even in the wintertime, with the trees bare and mist coiling its fingers around anything it could, the only word that comes to mind is breathtaking. There was just a meager inch of snow on the ground, yet whenever a step was made it would crunch underfoot. In a few hours, it will all be gone, leaving just water in its place. Then the next morning there it will be again. A new blanket covering the earth, so that it was painted in black and white. It being this early it was almost freezing, but that was to be expected. High above the sky was threatening rain, rumbling and with lightning flashing every couple of seconds. For the most part, the streets were empty. There was just a few children still out and about, throwing snowballs at each other and laughing.
Kagome smiled at one little girl, bending down to make a snowball. Her hair was the red of flames, crackling and practically burning under the weak sunshine. The dark green scarf she had around her neck began to unwrap, but she huffed and quickly fixed that. If she was to guess her age, it would have to be around eight or nine. I'm going to get you, Jimmy! the girl cried out, rolling the snow between her small hands to pack it together. Just you wait! I'm going to get you good! She hurried her efforts in making the snowball, little white bits crumpling from her hands to fall back to the ground.
Yeah right! The boy cried back. Jimmy himself appeared to be a few years older, maybe ten or twelve. He himself was building up his arsenal, and had a pile of snowballs next to him. Like you're ever going to hit me, Amy! Your aim sucks! A huge gust of wind knocked the hat he had on, but luckily it only danced a few feet away before getting caught in a low branch. From there it waved, beckoning him to get it back. He went off to retrieve it, giving Amy an opportunity to make more ammo. It was fairly obvious that the two were brother and sister.
In a way, the two reminded Kagome of herself and Souta when they were that age. They used to fight over everything, from who called shotgun first to who received the biggest piece of dessert. It went on for years. Of course, anything had to come to an end. Their little arguments ended when they just grew up and got tired of arguing all the time. So they came to a truce. Now she and he got along much better than they used to, and would even hang out once in a while.
Kagome adjusted her coat against an icy breeze. Her black hair flew due to its force, waving like a banner. Pink was along her cheeks. Though she was simply dressed, she was a rather attractive woman of twenty-four years. In fact, those years have been very kind to her indeed. Back when she used to travel to the Feudal Era, she had already been a beautiful young woman in the making. It was only these last few years that everything really started to develop. Her hips were wide, legs long and nicely toned. Her breasts had also grown. Now a D-cup, the plump packages were twice the size they used to be. The scar Mistress Centipede left behind was faint and a light red, but it was still there nonetheless. However, where the Shikon no Tama remained to this day was a mystery.
I wonder what InuYasha would think, seeing me now Her chocolate brown eyes rose up to the heavens, noticing how different hues of gray are fighting against one another. It had been years since she had last seen her favorite silver-haired hanyou. After Naraku was defeated by the combined efforts of everyone, they were together as a couple. However, with all the love in her heart for him, she didn't anticipate being with him to be so difficult. Now they weren't as they used to be. After the break-up, he went on to marry Kikyou, though they never did go down to the pits of hell together. Miroku and Sango married soon after. She couldn't see much of this happen. For some reason, the well yanked her back to her time once she and InuYasha broke ties as a couple, and now she was stuck here in the present.
A rumble of thunder broke through her thoughts. First one drop hit her cheek, then another on her chin. Uh oh she murmured. I better find some shelter pretty quick The children squealed, dropping snowballs and abandoning the game in favor of going home. It wasn't much longer before the rain really began to pour. Quickly she hurried to the nearest establishment, going inside. Her coat was soaked, as well as her jeans, making the clothes plaster to her skin like they were a second layer. With a little grunt she shed the blue coat, water dripping off it. There weren't many people in the pub. Aside from the person behind the counter and another waiting tables, only three men haunted the room.<|im_end|>
One of those men happened to be a knight, enjoying a simple but strong ale. Unlike the priests of their order, he was not limited by such silly rules like no beer or sex. His duty was a simple one, and as long as he kept in control, he was free to enjoy life. That was not to say, however, that he was allowed to run wild. He had a strict code of life nonetheless; he was allowed beer but only to the point before it affected his senses. He was not allowed to be with more than one woman at any one time, and he was to pledge his life to her, second to his duty or not at all.
Currently, he had no interest in women, though this changed the moment Kagome walked in. His blue eyes took in her full curves, her wet soaked jeans sticking to her body. His heart skipped a beat, and he knew who she was. There was no denying the accuracy of the ancient tombs - She was the same girl, only now a woman, and he felt his face flush and his pants tighten a little as he stared at her.
He quickly regained his thoughts, taking a heavy sip from his beer and then waving to her, patting the seat next to him and shouting to her. "Hey! Why don't you have a seat over here to dry off? Let me get you a drink!" He smiled to her.
Bruce was five foot nine and as blue-eyed as a German could be. He spoke in a thick German accent but spoke English very well. He had lived there for over a decade now, training under many great knights before him. His hair was light brown, cut short as was the soldier's way. Still, it was enough for a girl to play with, if that was what she wanted.<|im_end|>