InuYasha Fan Fiction / Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Wavering Winds ❯ Part 1: Beginning ( Chapter 1 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

C.Y-K: Bored, I am. I was listening to SR71‘s Tomorrow. This starts off in Kagome’s POV. This is going to be divided up into as many parts as it needs to be to be a finished One Shot. Not a multi-chaptered story. Or until it says Fin at the end. I’m working the best I can on my other stories. ;.; Gomen ne for making you wait on them.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Inuyasha.

Ages: Kagome - 16, Itachi - 17

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The jewel had been completed for sometime now.

Naraku was still breathing, though.

Even as weak as he was now, he kept escaping.

Always leaving Kanna and Kagura to do his dirty work.

The despicable hanyou, leaving, and wanting more power. He was never, truly, able to rid of Onigumo from his heart.

He still lusts after Kikyo. Despite the fact, he wants to kill her again as well. Just like he did to Kohaku.

Sango, despite this loss, wishes to avenge her friends and family slain by Naraku. Mainly avenging her younger brother.

Her eyes that were once soft have gone hard. Like ice. No one really gets a smile out of her anymore. Not even when Miroku is being the usual pervert he is.

Miroku still needs to kill Naraku to rid of his curse. It has been a year, but that does not mean that we will kill him this instant, or tomorrow. We need to find him, and make sure he doesn’t flee like all the other times.

Shippo…Shippo has been clinging to her. Smiling at her. He merely talks to me when she isn’t in the mood to.

My heart pains at that, but I merely live with it.

Inuyasha…he loves her. Protects her. Compliments her. Gives all of his attention to her.

I can’t stand it, but I have no choice but to go with it.

She, Kikyo, has joined the group. As much as I don’t feel comfortable around her, I asked her to. I needed a reason to be able to train at night with no one following. Kikyo knows I leave to train, but never tells the others.

I may not feel comfortable around, dislike Inuyasha’s complete attention on her; but I trust her to care for the group when I’m not here.

I merely walk at the back of the group, making no one sneaks up on them.

School has been over for about a month now, I no longer need to where my school uniform. No, I wear black capris, a baggy brown tee shirt, and black sneakers. On my ankles are -about an inch in diameter- silver chains, that wrap each ankle four times.

My hair is pretty much the same, except my bangs grew out and now frame my face. In addition, I wear no bracelets.

As much as I know I’m Kikyo’s reincarnation, our eye color is a bit different. Her’s is a dark chocolate brown. Mine are a pacific blue with a bit of brown around the pupil.

The air grows tense when the group stops. It’s quite noticeable. Kilala looks at me from the corner of her eye when no one notices. Worry is always there, and grows each time. Her ruby eyes flick over to Sango, Miroku, Inuyasha, and Kikyo momentarily; but I notice. It’s never at Shippo.

What is she trying to say? What is the group doing -or planning- that I don’t know?

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A small fire was in the middle of the ragtag group, though one was not with them.

Kagome was leaning against a tree a good ten feet from the group. Kilala was next to her, not with Sango.

As loyal as she was, the young miko was another person she was loyal to. Not just the youkai taijya.

The neko’s ears twitched, and in response, Inuyasha said something to the group. Inaudible to Kagome’s ears.

Looking away, the young priestess spotted Kikyo’s soul stealers. The other woman still needed them to continue to walk on this earth. She didn’t want that to happen to her, but Kikyo dealt with it and still puts up with it. She had to hand it to the undead priestess.

Padding feet turned her attention to the aforementioned miko, “Do you need something, Kikyo?”

“Can you find some herbs? Inuyasha’s being stubborn as usual,” responded Kikyo. Kagome nodded, her stomach churning uncomfortably and uneasily. Kikyo smiled a bit before walking back to the other.

Kilala rose from her curled up position, following the sixteen-year-old. Her gaze flickered back to the five behind her quickly, before catching up with the young girl.

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Kagome looked at the ground, there had to be some herbs around here. Kikyo wouldn’t have asked if there wasn’t. Her stomach still churning uneasily, enough to make her sit on the ground, hand on her stomach.

The neko mewed at her, rubbing herself against the miko’s left leg. She was rewarded with a small smile and a scratch behind the ears, “Lets find Kikyo’s herbs. All right?”

Kilala looked up at her and mewed.

Kagome stood back up, her stomach slightly better, but still churning a bad feeling. The chains on her ankles clinked a bit as she walked, searching for any signs of herbs. But her search ended in vain, there was none.

Kagome let out a breath of disappointment, “Guess there aren’t any Kilala. I wonder what Kikyo will say…” She let her sentence go unfinished not needing to finish it anyway.

The walk back was quiet, the wind kept blowing Kagome’s bangs into her eyes. Kilala’s ears twitched and she paused in her step to listen to whatever it was.

“What is it Kilala? Is something wrong?” questioned Kagome, only for the ruby-eyed neko to run passed her to where the others were. Furrowing her eyebrows, the young priestess jogged after her friend’s companion. She blinked when Kilala stopped out of sight of the clearing.

The priestess’ blue-brown eyes widened. She was overhearing a conversation not meant for her ears. Tear stung her eyes, but she stubbornly held them back. ‘I thought I could trust them!’ rambled the sixteen-year-old in her mind, ‘why would they do this?’

With each word in her thoughts, she took a step back. Only to trip over a fallen tree branch, she stepped over to find the herbs, and emit a loud ‘Oww!’ in response.

This caught the groups attention.

Five pairs of eyes looked over at her, only to be blocked by Kilala’s larger form.

“Kagome,” Kikyo tried to start, only for the girl to run the way she came. The undead priestess put the hand she held up back at her side. It was no use.

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Kilala followed the young priestess, keeping a set pace by her. Kagome let the tears to fall freely from her eyes. Her legs were starting to bother her, and so, the sixteen-year-old managed to get on the neko’s back.

‘How could they do this?! I don’t understand!’ the Shikon jewel glowed a bit, trying to comfort its distraught guardian. Kagome didn’t bother wiping her tears, her hands were clutching Kilala’s mane as she flew the priestess to the well.

The wind whistled in the duo’s ears, blocking out any sound softer than it. Kagome’s cries were heard as she let out her sobs.

“We have to send Kagome-sama back to her time.”

“Why?! We can just kill her to give Kikyo the other half of her soul!”

“Inuyasha.”

“No Kikyo! You need your soul to fight Naraku!”

“I have enough power to suffice against him. When he’s dead then you can-…”

“No! Now! Before she manages to leave with the jewel to her own time for good!”

“Do you have an opinion in this Sango-sama?”

“Make up your mind. You going to kill her or no?”

“And here I believed you were a friend of Kagome-sama…”

“I was. She’ll just be captured by Naraku, no matter how weak he is. And be dead either way.”

“You have to give her some credit Sango-sama. Though Kikyo-sama is stronger than her.”

“Shut up you two! We’re killing her now, and that’s final!”

Shippo had said nothing during the four-way conversation. He merely looked back and fourth between them and watched at Kikyo’s attempt to talk to Kagome, only to have her flee with Kilala.

Opening her eyes, Kagome saw the well in front of Kilala. Sliding off, she hugged the neko around her neck in a silent thanks. Looking around the clearing mutely, the sixteen-year-old found and arrow embedded in a tree, long forgotten.

She pulled it out of the resting place, and walked over to the well. The arrow had a soft lavender glow around it, before it disappeared. Kagome raised her hand with the arrow above her head, ‘I don’t want any of them following me. Especially Inuyasha.’

Kilala’s ears laid flat against her skull. Her mistress’ friend was leaving for good. There would be no returning when she jumped into the well, arrow embedded in the weathering wood.

“Take care of Shippo for me. Will you, Kilala?” twin ruby orbs looked over at the young blue-brown eyed priestess. She gave what sounded like a soft growl-purr, reassuring the miko that she will.

Kagome smiled and brought her hand down this what she could, embedding the arrow into the rim of the well. In response, the well magic started to fade, but stayed long enough for Kagome to jump in, sealing the well for good.

Kilala whined, the arrow glowed lavender before disappearing as the light took shape of the arrow and dissipated. She sat down and looked at the sky, before standing to leave back in the direction she had come.

A soft fragrance of green tea was all there was left to say the sixteen-year-old had been there.

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The usual light of the well change to that of a lavender color. She knew she wasn’t going to her own time, present-day Japan. Kagome was going to a new place, and hoped it wasn’t one where she would get killed on the spot.

The young miko floated down to the bottom of the well, making her feel like she was in water.

Her sneakers landed softly on the ground, the air was cold in the well now. Unlike when she was in her own time or Feudal Japan.

Numb hands found a big enough crevice in the rocks to help climb out of the well. All the while, Kagome’s eyes reflected the betrayal on trust her ‘friends’ created.

Gripping the top of the well, the young priestess hauled herself out. Her blue-brown eyes took in all that was around her.

She was in a forest, but there were some paths and poles with wires ran next to them, the paths in a large clearing. A bit to her left on the bath, another vertical path met with the horizontal one in front of her, making an upside down ‘T’.

It was like Feudal Japan mixed seamlessly with a few modern touches to it.

Birds flew over head and chirped. They flew off into the distance, pacific blue eyes with a small bit of brown in them watched them.

Getting out of the well completely, Kagome sat down on the rim. The moon shone brightly overhead, the miko was able to see her breath if she concentrated. She rested her head in her hands, and her elbows on her legs.

She was exhausted mentally.

Her eyes stung, but no tears blurred her vision. It felt as if she wasn’t whole -which she wasn’t with half a soul- and not herself. Kagome’s eyelids started drooping.

It wasn’t long before her head fell onto her knees and she was out like a light.

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A slight ringing of a bell was heard as two people walked side by side. The one on the right about a head shorter than the one on the left.

Walking on a path other people walk to get from town to town. Another path connected to the one they were on, going to the right. There was a post; one was a double arrow, pointing opposite directions on the path they are on, and the other pointing down the conjoining path.

“Hm?” the taller of the two looked to his left and paused in step. His partner followed his gaze to the girl sleeping on the edge of the well.

Her blue-black hair framed her slightly tanned skin, her eyelashes resting on her cheeks.

The taller one reached up and fingered the handle of his Samehada, grinning, showing his shark-like teeth. Sure they were after the Kyuubi, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t steal chakra with his sharkskin-covered sword.

Deterring off of the path, the blue-skinned man made his way over to the sleeping girl.

“Wait, Kisame,” was said and his partner turned around to look at him.

He, too, walked off of the path and passed his partner to the girl. He could hear his shark-like partner walking up to stand next to him.

There was something strange about the girl. But what?

A pink glow could be seen by the right side of her face, though hidden a bit by her hair. It reflected off of her cheek. A pink jewel -the size of a large marble- could be partly seen on a necklace with pieces of shells on it -each the same distance apart and unmoving.

The two of them could feel the power radiating off of it, so how was this girl ignoring it?

Uncharacteristically, Itachi reached out and held the jewel out from under her hair to see it fully. It seemed cool to the touch, but radiated a warmth from it.

The girl’s left hand twitched and her eyes started to open.

The older Uchiha dropped the jewel and his hand returned to his side.

Kagome’s blue eyes -with a bit of brown- widened at the sight of two strangers wearing black cloaks -with red clouds outlined in white on them- that had high collars to hid the lower part of their faces. The top part was shadowed a bit by their kasas. On each hat, there was a bell that hung on a string holding up beads and a bit of string -that resembles the end of a lion’s tail. Holding each string there, was a silver loop.

‘Who are these people?!’ thought the miko. She went to put her hand behind, but then realized she was still on the lip of the well.

One of the strangers had blue skin and what appeared to be gills. The other looked normal, if not for the red eyes with three tomoe in each eye surround the middle -normal- pupil.

Kagome’s eyes widened when she saw the taller shark-like one reach up with his right hand to grip the hit of what appeared to be a sword covered in wrappings -from what she could partially see.

“Who are you?!” her voice quivered with her fear. She’d rather face Naraku than these two. Their energy levels were high, and they frightened her. The jewel’s light brightened in response to her emotion.

The shorter partner’s eyes went straight to the jewel.

As Kisame was going to swing Samehada down, Itachi’s arm shot out in front of him, “Wait.”

Pacific blue eyes looked over at his shorter companion, what was he doing? From his aura, he wasn’t one to feel sympathy and had no problem killing.

“What is it Itachi-san?” questioned the shark-like man.

Itachi didn’t respond, merely brought his hand to hold the jewel like he had previously done. He didn’t need the power it offered, but he was curious as to what it was.

“No!” Kagome gave a shout as she fell backwards, the jewel leaving Itachi’s hand. She would have fallen into the well of not for his sudden grip on the front of her shirt.

Her hands automatically came up to grip his cold one, despite how warm it was outside. His other hand held the jewel in his fingers for the third time. He felt drawn to her, through this…jewel.

The hand holding the jewel twitched, her power spiked and he was sure Kisame could feel it too.

“You’ve got some power in you girl,” stated the blue-skinned man.

“Kisame,” it may have been his name, but it was a warning. Her blue eyes focused back on this Itachi person, only to see the three tomoe spinning around his pupil wildly. Kagome’s pupil dilated and the brown was seen a bit easier.

“Where am I?” her question had two pairs of eyes trained on her.

“Che. Outside of Konoha of course,” answered Kisame, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it was to him, Itachi, and every other ninja and civilian there was -probably.

‘Konoha? What Konoha?’ Kagome blinked owlishly at the two, she had never been here before.

“Why don’t we bring her with us? It give us a chance to see how much power she has,” it was odd, but the shark man wanted to know more of her strange power. Itachi pursed his lips into a thin line, but let go of the jewel and pulled Kagome off of the well to her feet.

His hand slackened its hold on her shirt, but Kagome’s were still gripping his. The tomoe in Itachi’s Sharingan was spinning wildly once again after stopping before. His hand in her hands twitched, causing her eyes to widen and drop his hand like it was the plague.

On her face was a staining red blush.

Itachi was as indifferent as ever as he started walking away only to stop when he heard one other pair of footsteps instead of two pairs. His red eyes caught blue ones with a bit of brown. Wasn’t it obvious she was supposed to follow?

Kagome blinked … oh, she was supposed to follow.

“Why don’t we bring her with us? It give us a chance to see how much power she has.”

They wouldn’t need to know everything about her, so it couldn’t hurt -probably. Jogging a bit, the sixteen-year-old was on guard, and caught up with the two. They walked on in silence, taking to walkway going right.

The young priestess walked behind Itachi and Kisame. They had yet to asker her name. Kagome blew air out of her nose and pouted. She was betrayed, planned to be killed yesterday, and she was pouting they didn’t ask her name.

‘I’ll have to be careful who I trust from now on. I don’t want a repeat,’ thought the raven haired girl to herself.

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A week has passed since Kagome has been with Itachi and Kisame. They were both Nukenin.

The only reason she hasn’t left yet, is because she didn’t want to die. It was night and camp was set up.

“You have yet to tell us about yourself. Aside from your name,” Kisame was getting irritated from the lack of information, her power was still unknown to them.

Itachi looked over at Kagome. His Sharingan tomoe was spinning while he stared at her. The more he saw that damned jewel, the more it intrigued him to know Kagome more.

“I don’t give out information to people that are wanted,” she made a harsh jab at their status as missing ninja. Itachi’s eyes narrowed and Kisame frowned at the statement.

Pacific blue eyes with a bit of brown around the pupil looked up at Itachi as he made his way over to her. He bent down to her level; purple manicured nails held her chin while his moth leaned in close to her ear, “Information about yourself will eventually come out.”

Kagome pouted as he walked away, a thick blush on her cheeks.

Kisame grinned, his partner could easily get her to talk if he was willing to play his cards right.

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C.Y-K.: Part I of the one shot. Next part will have a bit more romance, kind of. R&R.