Crossover Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Fantasy's Willful Heart ❯ Waiting ( Chapter 1 )

Warnings: I'mmmm Baaaaack.

Cursed Writer: Crazy ass.

Disclaimer: Ok, before these two can start fighting, Cursed Writer doesn't own Inuyashaor any other anime with an actual trademark name. There! I've done my part! Now I'm getting the hell out of here.

Inuyasha: I'm stronger than everyone here.

Sesshomaru: Don't let that lie go to your head.

Inuyasha: (glares at Sesshomaru) What did you say, jackass?

Cursed Writer: Vickie, Kagome, Warnings, and everyone else…RUN! THEY'RE GOING TO BEAT EACH OTHER'S ASS!

Koga: (leers at Inuyasha) you aren't man enough to be stronger than me, mutt.

Everyone: DUCK! (Everyone ducks as the Tetsusaiga swings a little overhead with Sesshomaru and Koga fighting too)

Cursed Writer: The only way to stop all this fighting is if you read this story! Hurry! And save me! (Ducks down and crawls away from all the fighting.)

Warnings: Before I go and kill Cursed Writer and die, I just want to say that there is some sibling rivalry, bad language, maybe some graphic fighting, readings from an actual romance novel, tiny pieces of anguish, perhaps some humor, and, sadly to say, Badass Kagome! ><! If there's anything else that I haven't grabbed from the story sky than you can kick my ass later. (Runs away before Kagome can go after him)

Kagome: I'm a bad ass? …Wow.

 

 

 

 

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

 

 

Fantasy's Willful Heart

 

Chapter One:

 

Waiting

 

 

~It isn't just about how strong you are. It's about knowing when to use it. ~

~The time of the strong is over, my Fantasy. You need to be frail yet powerful. Submissive yet in the lead~

~You must have a great `Will' to your heart, my Fantasy, my baby. That `Will' is what makes you who you are…what makes it Fantasy's `Willful' heart alone, and no one else's to take from you…~

~…You must share your heart in the magic of love…~

 

Sheila thought of the words that her mother had once told her when she was only a thirteen-year old brat with an attitude while her mother was a patient thirty-year old woman who knew and understood the wonders of becoming a teenager at the time. They had been staying in a little apartment flat in Tokyo after having lived in Chicago's Chinatown where they had once owned a little shop and capsule hotel* where they would rent out rooms, sell Chinese, African and Japanese foods, little antiques, booklets on some history on both Japan and African-Chinese. She had not understood what her mother was trying to say, but knew that, like everything the loving woman said, it would someday make sense…

 

And yet even now it still didn't make sense!

 

Sheila had loved listening to her mother and could remember that when they had customers who would stay to listen to her in the little shop-hotel just on the corner from the train station that brought people into Chinatown. She would listen just as intently as the customers when her mother would tell a little Chinese, African or Japanese folk story that her mother sometimes mixed with her own imaginings. Sheila would have been sitting on the side counter in the little cozy shop with both a Japanese and Chinese/African feel to it, wearing torn blue jean shorts and a red tank top while nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie and her long legs kicking softly back and forth. She'd listen to the romantic tales her mother would sometimes tell some couples, and dream of a world filled with spirits, demons and all kinds of monsters in midst of a sweet, heart-wrenching romance gently caressing every plot until it even made her wild with passion and excitement for the characters.

She could remember feeling warm inside when her mother told her favorite one about the two demons that were in love but couldn't be together because of who and what they were and also because their family would never have approved; knowing that her mother had made that one up especially for her.

~Like Romeo and Juliet~ She thought, smiling, ~feudal era style, of course! ~

~Wait for the promise~ Her mother's voice drawls softly in that Japanese/French- African accent that she loved inside her mind of memories ~Wait for the promise of fulfilling the will of your heart. ~

 

And so she waited.

 

Waited for her heart and soul to heal after the tragic death of her mother six months ago. Waited for her mind to finally understand what her mother was trying to tell her. And now waits, with gritted teeth, for the boy who sits two seats from her to stop making that distracting farting noise with his stinky armpits! She couldn't see how the teacher could stand it! If she were his teacher, he'd have detention for the rest of the year!

Giving up on doing her homework so she wouldn't have to do it later, Sheila settles for glaring over at the smiling, murky blue eyed idiot that was once again doing something disgusting to entertain his green eyed fawn of a girlfriend. It made her sick! There he was, the top player on the school's hockey team, farting the National Anthem with his armpits! With short blond-brown hair, and skin wonderfully tanned, Sheila thought he could be doing something much better with his body than making cat-calls and spitting spitballs through a straw like they were still in elementary school instead of Junior High.

“There he goes again,” Sheila hears a male classmate say somewhere in the classroom, “the lucky dog!”

“Isn't Judi lucky,” She hears a female classmate coo excitedly to someone, “I wish he were my boyfriend!”

Sheila cringes at the idea of a boyfriend who puts straws up his nose and sings the Barney song in order to make her feel special. If that was the case, than she was VERY glad that most people thought she was nothing special. Being fifteen with an even bigger attitude than she had when she was just entering her teen years, Sheila was a force to be reckoned with! A girl standing the height of 5'4” with chocolate honey skin, ebony black hair that is long in the back with short bangs in the front and a gorgeous, lanky-curvy body lavishly held by black and silver spandex/leather, Sheila didn't take to being cooed at. She hated when a boy tried to get her attention and everyone here had nothing but air and sex between their ears! Even that perfect half sister of hers.

 

Kagome Higurashi.

 

“Bitch central,” Sheila mutters, “always in heat, always free,” she growls lowly, picturing the other fifteen year old throwing her long black hair around as if she were a wild beast in rut, “stick your dick anywhere ya like. No condoms needed!” Sheila rolls her eyes, “Just my luck that I had to be related to a whoring priestess.”

The bell finally rings and Sheila quickly gets ready and leaves, hoping not to get into trouble before making it home.

“Hey, bastard child!”

Apparently, that wasn't gonna happen. ~At least I got outside of the school this time~ was all she thought as she drops her bag and turns around quickly, her gloved fist covered with studs connecting to a jaw and cracking it, the sickening sound of splitting bones and pain-filled cries caused her to smile even as she kneed a boy in the stomach and flips another boy over her shoulder; blood dripping off her black studded glove from hitting another boy so hard in his jaw that he began to bleed and fell unconscious at almost the same time, ~Where's that bitch of a sister when I need her? ~

 

~Meanwhile~

 

“BLADES OF BLOOD!!”

“WIND TUNNEL!!”

“HIRAIKOTSU!!”

“FOX FIRE!!”
“HIT THE MARK!!” Kagome screams, letting go of her taut bow and allows the arrow to fly, smiling a little as the arrow drives straight through the chest of some unfortunate demon, who screeches terribly and claws at its bleeding chest before falling backwards off the cliff to and into the darkness below. They were close now and she wasn't gonna let up. She aims another one of her arrows at an insect demon, letting it fly almost at her before releasing her arrow. The giant bug fell dead, oozing green poisonous blood close to her feet as she continued to shoot at demons high and low.

They nearly had all of the jewel shards and didn't want to allow Naraku to get away. Inuyasha has also admitted his love to her, so the young girl felt like the great goddess Athena herself as she races over to be at Inuyasha's side where she belongs. Sango was riding in the sky on Kirara with Shippo behind her and Miroku has just jumped off Hachi as he sucks in the not-so-venomous demons while seeming to sail from the evening sky like a monk god.

 

But it was the snarling half-breed wolf/dog demon girl clawing her way through the demons as if they were nothing but thin paper that annoyed Kagome.

 

A full blood yokai standing 5'7”with long black hair that curves haphazardly at her feet, and a mid-thick, authoritative body shaping, Vickie didn't fall for Kagome's charms, didn't fall for her innocent looks and sure as hell didn't fall in love with the idea of a young priestess from the future dating her brother. Kagome has tried everything to make the younger demon girl like her, even offering to teach her how to use her bow and arrows in hopes of making friends. But Vickie wasn't having it and sneers at her while pushing her claws through the throat of a demon and pulling her arm back with a growling grunt. She smiles at Kagome before licking her dripping claws and allowing the now limp creature to fall before her as if to beg her for mercy even in death. Kagome wince, knowing that it was a warning as well as a promise and makes a mental note to stay close to Inuyasha as her half demon lover cuts a giant flying snake demon right in half with his sword. Kagome nearly pukes at the sight of the cut open wrinkled brain and ripped guts of the demon, already hating the fact that both Inuyasha and his wild sister were nearly covered head to toe in blood that wasn't their own. She likes the clean white haired look better than the maniac red burning hotly in his eyes as he seems to glide away from her to fight beside his little sister; growling in a possessed way when Vickie gets cut by a demon's claws and proceeding to chop the demon into millions of bloody munchie pieces.

Kagome was definitely going to make him take a bath tonight before she left for home.

~Should I tell him I have a test, or say mom needs me? ~ Kagome thought, knowing the truth was that she had a date with Hojo tonight, but knew damn well she couldn't tell Inuyasha that and wondered how she was going to keep her irritating half sister from finding out as shoots several arrows simultaneously, “RAPID FIRE!!”

Several demons in the sky fall like a soft hail, the other demons finally having enough sense to retreat as both Inuyasha and Vickie came at them together, almost ready to chase them to the ends of the earth.

 

Almost.

 

“Dammit,” Inuyasha growls, pacing a little as if he were a caged animal before his sister grips hold of him, “he got away again!”

“Calm down, brother,” Vickie soothes, calming herself as well as her brother, “we'll get him, you'll see.”

Inuyasha went from rigid and ready to kill the world to tired and limp in his little sister's arms, “I'm tired of this fighting,” he whispers into her ear, not noticing the jealous look on Kagome's face or the smirk on Vickie's, “I'm not sure I can keep going like this.”

“You can and you will,” Vickie smiles gently at her brother, “let's go chill in the hot springs, that way we can take a swim and you may actually beat me.”

Inuyasha glares at her but was also smiling, glade to have his sister bring back the true kid in him, “You're on.”

“Kohaku,” Sango screams, suddenly jumping off her giant cat and running to the figure that Inuyasha had knocked unconscious earlier to keep from really hurting him, “Kohaku,” she whispers when she finally reaches her little brother, afraid to touch him because she had been waiting so long to finally have him back that it seemed like a dream. Miroku was instantly by his lover's side, gently taking one of her hands and placing it on Kohaku's cheek, causing Sango to gasp, crying silent tears of joy. “Kohaku,” was all she says before hugging Miroku so suddenly he actually fell back on his ass from his squatting position, “It's really him!”

Miroku nods his head, placing a comforting hand on her back that begin to wander lower and lower…

SLAP!

“YOU DIRTY MONK!!”
Shippo and little Kirara shake their heads, “If he wasn't such a ladies' man,” Shippo says, “than maybe he wouldn't get into so much trouble.”

Vickie snorts, “I doubt it. The perverted monk would probably find something else to grab at.”

Miroku just happens to be looking at Sango's breasts when Vickie said this and Sango, with a blush, slaps her lover, calling him a dirty monk again before picking up her little brother and walking away. Although both his cheeks were stinging and he was sure that he would have hand marks on them forever, Miroku still smiles at his departing lover.

 

He could wait until tonight to get her back.

 

“Are you staying tonight Kagome,” Inuyasha asks his newly `claimed' lover, wanting to actually spend time with her, but not sure how to really say it, “or are ya gonna go running back for some stupid test or some shit like that?”

Kagome glares at him, “You are so rude, Inuyasha, and no, I can't stay,” she smiles, her big eyes making her look more innocent than what she really was, “I have to baby-sit my brother tonight. My mother's finally going out again,” she lies easily, knowing that, should Inuyasha ever come to her time, he wouldn't have the nerve to ask her mother about her dating life, “but I'll be back soon.”

“Whatever,” Inuyasha answers, allowing his sister to drag him away from the love of his life.

“I still don't see what you see in her,” Vickie growls, fighting the urge to go back and pull Kagome's lying tongue out of her mouth and give it back to her on a plate. Inuyasha maybe blind to her lies, but Vickie wasn't falling for the bullshit.

 

She knew her brother could do much better.

And waited for the day when he would realize that too.

 

~While Back In The Present~

 

“Have you finally decided to stay home for the night at least, oh dear sister of mine?”

Kagome curses under her breath at her rotten luck. It was three in the morning! Why can't her sister be sleep like normal people?!

“Enjoy fucking Hojo,” Sheila questions as if she were asking about the weather, pouring herself a cup of milk and going back to the chair she had been sitting in since midnight reading her books and was at pretty interesting part when she heard the sound of keys and the front door opening. She couldn't fake surprise anymore. Kagome did this nearly every night ever since she lost her virginity to heaven knows who and only waited up for her just for the slim chance that the other teen's mother might be awake and catch her in the act.

 

No such luck tonight.

 

“Bet you got in trouble again,” Kagome says with a leer.

“At least I'm not trying to fuck every boy at my school.”

“It's a lot more fun than beating the hell out of them.”

Sheila smiles, “Speak for yourself slut, I love beating the hell out of boys.”

“I can't wait till some boy catches your heart,” Kagome roughly whispers at her sister in a venomous tone, “that way I can see him break you after he fucks you,” she purposely comes and stands in Sheila's face, knowing her sister was fighting the urge to hit her as she hisses in her ear, “Of course that would mean that he would actually want you and I can tell you right now,” she looks nastily at her sister before turning and walking slowly up the stairs so as not to make noise, “no one wants you.”

Sheila stood in the deafening silence of the front room for a moment, her heart pounding and fighting the stinging tears as she accepts the truth. Finally sitting down, Sheila doesn't look as she grabs a book from the dozen on the floor and opens it at random. She looks down and reads this:

 

~…“Beautiful, adorable Miranda. I love you and I think you care for me.”

“Oh, why do you speak?” She tore herself away from him, and her voice was a wail of anguish.

“Now I cannot stay here.”

“You will not go.” He grasped her wrist and held it cruelly tight. “You shall not leave me. You shall not, I say. I will not let you.”

 

Sheila shuts the book after reading the very first page of Autumn Lace by Eileen Jackson, and couldn't help but cry silently to herself.

 

She will probably be waiting forever to find love to fit the willfulness of her heart.

 

 

 

 

 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

 

*A Capsule hotel is a hotel with a room that is only big enough to sleep in and is also located near a train station.

 

Ok, Ok. I promise the real action is on the next page…not the lemon though! Patience, my horny readers! Patience! I must first feed you with a plot full of strange twists, anger, silliness, and even passionate sadness before I take you to the bedroom. What are you guys?! A couple of one-nighters?!…No, wait…on second thought, don't answer that question.

Reviews are not only good at encouraging me to keep writing, but if you put a question down I may actually answer it!

Like Isaid before flames will onlymake me think of two of myoldfavorite songs: temperature by SeanPaul and turn me on by…? Hell, I don't know that guy's name! I just like his song!

Oh, and one more thing (shows everyone the cage where Inuyasha, Sesshomaru, and Koga stand naked and try to cover themselves) thanks for helping me get everyone under control (grins evilly) or at least under their clothes…

 

~Owari~