InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Beautiful Nightmare ❯ Chapter 3
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By: Yokuraromaru 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 03.07.2011 | Updated On: 03.07.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 03.07.2011 | Updated On: 03.07.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 4.4K | Visits: 1.2K | Status: Work In Progress
Beautiful Nightmare
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Chapter Three
Gradually, Kagome’s fidgeting settled down, and her angry mood changed to that of elation. She no longer wanted to go home, instead she found herself anticipating something that would result in extreme satisfaction, and she wanted to bounce all over the place like a child. Considering that she was on a train and that she was an adult, she held still. Was she happy to be going to Genkai’s? After turning the thought over in her head, she discovered that she was actually quite worried about it. What if she didn’t get the answers that she sought? With a sigh, she came to the conclusion that she didn’t know why she was excited, and she wasn’t coming close to figuring it out.
With the intent on distracting herself for the rest of the ride, Kagome decided to try and find something to get into. She found her distraction when she noticed that the red-headed… teen—whose gender has yet to be determined—was subtly watching her from their peripheral. Oddly, she wasn’t upset about the attention that they were showing her, but she did want to know what they were. She started going over the teen’s features, taking note of their features such as the shape of their face, the broadness of their shoulders, and the overall structure of their body. They could be a very pretty guy or a very ill-built female, she resolved.
Still unsatisfied with her lack of discovery, Kagome figured that she would find a way to personally find out the red-head’s sex. Whilst going through the different ways that she could achieve her task, she failed to come up with anything other than hearing the person’s voice. Sadly, she couldn’t think of a way to start a conversation. Labeling the thought of bluntly asking for their gender as rude, she drew a blank. Was there not a way to start a conversation without seeming disrespectful?
Too absorbed in her thoughts, Kagome failed to realize that someone had changed seats so that they could sit next to her. The authentic scent of wild flowers flooded her sense of smell, causing her to question where she was—it smelled like she was in the middle of a field of flowers. The scent was so strong that it seemed impossible to have been replicated through the use of perfumes or soap. Instead of being nauseating because of the strength of the aroma, it had the opposite effect. There was an addicting quality to it that made one want to inhale more than what was present to their nostrils. Following the intoxicating scent was a smooth masculine voice, bringing Kagome from her distracted mind.
“Excuse me, are you alright? You seemed to be troubled.”
All at once, Kagome’s problems dissolved into nothingness. That voice presented a soothing quality that draped around her small form, melting her into a quiet calm. A false sense of everything being right in her world became present, and she forced herself back to the current situation, intent on finding out the source of it. The red-head came into view, and her eyes landed on the prettiest green spheres that demanded attention. At least now she was able to tell that the red-head’s gender was male, but that didn’t matter anymore.
She stared into the male’s eyes, failing to flinch from his inquisitive gaze that gave the impression that he was seeping into her soul and finding her deepest, darkest secrets. He seemed far too wise for his age, having the eyes of one who had seen many hardships and fought many battles. She was also able to tell that he was very dangerous, and that she should have been afraid of his uninvited intrusion of her space, yet she felt that he wouldn’t harm her in any way. How she knew this, she didn’t know, but she felt like he was her longtime friend that she had known for years—he felt like family. The problem was, she had never met him in her life.
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Hiei paused midstride, puzzled as to why he had suddenly thought of Kurama. He hadn’t seen the demon since he left to accept Mukuro’s invitation, and in all honesty, he hasn’t thought about the male. It may have seemed wrong to not even take a small amount of time to check on the fox, but he was too preoccupied with his duties to Mukuro, and it didn’t help that the said fox was on an opposing side in demon world due to the fact that he was Yomi’s flunky. Despite the circumstances, though, now was a random time to pull Kurama from his memory bank. Even though he wouldn’t admit this to anyone, the fox was his friend, and he did hold respect for him, but why would he think of him in the middle of his hunt?
Automatically, Hiei was brought out of his thoughts of Kurama. He had a mission in mind, and finding the girl was more important than harboring over a trivial matter. She would pay dearly for what she did to him—forget Koenma’s law of him not being able to kill humans. There wasn’t anything that the spirit world prince could do to him considering the fact that Koenma practically threw him at Mukuro upon her request to have him in her army. Technically, he was under demon world laws, and there wasn’t a law there that prevented him from delivering a death sentence.
Without the use of his jagan—because he didn’t want to take the enjoyment out of his hunt—Hiei resumed his tracking, avoiding human eyes by means of untraceable speed. Each step provided him with a high, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on the miko. She didn’t know the meaning of true fear until she stared down the reflective surface of his blade as he slit her throat. Yes, she would scream in terror, and he would laugh at her misfortune. A smirk played on his lips as he imagined her trying to escape from him, and he wanted her to try her hardest to live—it just wouldn’t be fun if his target wasn’t saturated in a hopeless fear that wouldn’t save her. He wanted the miko to beg for her pitiful life as he eliminated her.
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Kagome had learned that the red-head’s name was Suichi through small talk. She was usually shy when it came to meeting new people, yet somehow, he had proven to be easy to talk to. She didn’t realize how lonely she was until she actually started talking to someone new. Then again, years of solitude can do that to a person. It wasn’t until she saw a hand waving in front of her face that Kagome realized that she had zoned out. “What was that?” She redirected her attention to the teen next to her.
“I was asking where your destination is,” Suichi replied with a chuckle.
Flushing at her empty headedness, Kagome briefly thought about if she should tell him the truth—she did just meet him, after all, and she didn’t know the motivation behind his question. For all she knew, he could have been a stalker. Immediately, the thought died where it began. He wasn’t a stalker, she was almost certain. The evidence to back up her trust wasn’t present, but she had a hunch that he wasn’t. What person with such beautiful looks needed to be a stalker? After trying to come up with more reasons why she should lie, Kagome surrendered, finding none. “I’m going to Genkai’s temple.”
For the briefest of moments, she could have sworn that Suichi’s gentle eyes hardened, but the look disappeared as quickly as it appeared, making her second-guess herself. Still, she couldn’t have imagined it, so she decided to call him on it. “What was that look? Do you know her?”
Suichi slightly tilted his head to the side in an adorable confused manner, playing innocent. “I have no idea what look you could possibly be talking about. As far as me knowing master Genkai, yes, I know her. Tell me, why are you heading there of all places?”
Kagome sighed. This guy was either nosey, or his questions had more meaning behind them than he was letting on. Once again, she began to ponder over her answer. She knew that she definitely wasn’t going to tell him the truth about her reasons for visiting, but what could she possibly say. She chewed on her bottom lip nervously, searching for a plausible lie, but came up short. Suddenly, an idea came to mind, and she blurted out, “I want to know if she can train me!” After all, her grandfather did say that she was a master in martial arts. Thinking that she had come up with an intelligent lie, she smiled, but she dropped it when Suichi lifted an eyebrow.
After some time and a staring contest, Suichi spoke up. “Interesting. Why would you choose to go to her when you could have taken classes closer to where you live?”
‘What is this, twenty-one questions?’ Kagome resisted another urge to sigh. Without wanting to seem suspicious, she automatically answered. “I’m a special case, and I need more than what the others have to offer me.” She weakly smiled, hoping that Suichi would get the hint and drop the subject. Her brain was too fried to make up any more lies, and she was tired from the lack of sleep.
As if he was able to tell that she was reluctant to continue, Suichi nodded and ceased with his questions. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again. “Do you mind if I sit here for the rest of the ride? As you can see, Kuwabara has fallen asleep, and he has the tendency to talk and drool in his sleep, sometimes simultaneously.” He chuckled, pointing a thumb at the carrot top.
Kagome agreed to let him stay after glancing at Kuwabara. As long as Suichi didn’t start asking complicated questions again, she was fine with him being next to her. He had a type of soothing atmosphere surrounding him, and it was calming her nerves.
All too soon, she found herself dozing off from her tiredness, and instead of fighting it like she normally would have, Kagome found herself submitting to her body’s wishes. Right when she was between the border of consciousness and dreamland, a voice interrupted her with a single word: run. That one word spoke in masses despite it being no more than a whispered demand. The questions that she asked herself was who could have possibly conveyed the message and why?
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Kurama had begun to make small talk with the miko so that he could better analyze her powers and further confirm his earlier findings—it was easier to be inquisitive if the subject of your studies trusted you. With his current proximity, he could easily feel out her energy without being detected.
After some time, he didn’t find anything new about her powers, but he did discover that she was going to Genkai’s temple. However, she didn’t give him a truthful answer about why she was going. Having a fox demon reside in his body did have its perks—he was able to detect her lie through Yoko’s powers. He would have to warn Genkai about the girl when he arrived, her untold motive could prove to be disastrous.
When he milked her of all the information that he could get at the present moment, he allowed her to attempt some hours of sleep. After all, it was much easier to assess a sleeping target than it was a conscious one. He would be able to fully scan her aura and investigate why Hiei’s was mixed with hers. Also, he would be able to gain access to her memories. Although it was difficult task to accomplish discreetly with spectators, he could extract her memories through the usage of one of his plants. He would just have to plant one of his seeds on her, and then he would be able to skim through her past experiences. Yes, it was an invasion of sorts that he prefered to not have to resort to, but when the life of someone he cared for was potentially at risk, he would do so without remorse.
He listened as her breathing and heartbeat began to transition into its resting state, and he waited. Currently, she was semi-conscious, but given a few more minutes, she would be sleep. He paid close attention as her body gradually relaxed as she rested her head against the window to her left, waiting for the right time to plant his seed. Suddenly, she shot up straight, frantically looking around the train for something. Instead of startling from her actions, he put on a worried expression and asked her was she alright.
“Did you hear something?” She asked as her brown eyes finally landed on him.
He replied with a simple no and waited for her to continue. When she didn’t, he prompted her further. “Is something the matter?” He briefly wondered if she was crazy because nobody in the cart that they were in had said anything. When Kagome responded with a shrug, he decided to let it go for the time being. Knowing that she wouldn’t attempt to sleep again in her current state of alarm, Kurama just waited, knowing that she would eventually drop her guard again. No more than five minutes later, her eyelids where slowly drifting close, so he decided that he would analyze her aura again until she fell into a deep state of slumber.
Just like the last time, he concentrated on her energy, blocking out his surroundings. In a slow, swirling manner, the miko energy danced around Kagome, all but one part. Hiei’s energy—which he previously discovered about the black part—had navigated to be close to him, almost like it was reaching out to him. Confused as to what else that he should do, he reached out to it, only to have in encase his hand with unnatural warmth. It felt like he was becoming reacquainted with his friend, but it was also very different. He took this time to get a better analysis of the energy’s purpose of why it was connected to Kagome. It took him no more than a second to realize its reason for being there. Gasping, he drew his hand back as if he was burned. At the same time, the train reached its destination.
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Seconds after she got off of the train, Kagome’s phone started to buzz in her pocket. Having long forgotten that she even owned a phone, she jumped with a small yelp, earning curious glances from nearby people. With a nervous chuckle, her fingers fumbled through her pockets, locating the mobile device. Upon flipping open the black phone, she realized that she had several voicemails and a few text messages. Automatically, she pushed the button to call her voicemail while putting the phone to her ear.
A gasp came from her lips as she listened to her mother’s frantic voice through the speaker. Most of her mom’s words were incoherent, and Kagome barely deciphered the message that the older woman tried to deliver. The most that she was able to make out was that something had happened at the shrine. She went through the other messages, receiving more messages that seemed more panicked than the first.
Her emotions of worry must have been clear on her face because of the amount of attention that she was receiving, so she began walking in a random direction, trying to go for the stoic look—she didn’t need strangers in her business. When it got to the point where she couldn’t understand any of her mother’s words, Kagome disconnected the call from her voicemail and dialed her house phone, hoping to find out what the uproar was about.
As if the house phone was glued to her mother’s hand, the older woman picked up in the middle of the first ring. “Hello, Kagome?”
“Yes, mom, it’s me. What happened, do you need me to come home?” Kagome asked, praying that her family was okay.
“Somebody broke into your room and destroyed it.”
“What?!” Kagome yelled into the microphone, wondering if she had heard the woman correctly. Once again, people began to stare, and they started to make an effort to avoid her. “What do you mean somebody destroyed my room?” she added in a more suitable volume, trying to not seem psychotic.
“We think that someone was after you—they didn’t touch anything but your room. It looks like they used a sword. The cops are investigating it now. If you can, try to stay away until the culprit is caught. I don’t want….”
“Mom?” Kagome asked, wondering why her mother stopped midsentence. Looking at her phone screen, she discovered that she had lost her phone signal. Glaring at the phone as if she could retrieve the signal with her icy look, she realized that it would not come back.
Trying to figure out who would be after her, Kagome continued to meander while nibbling on her lower lip. She hadn’t been in contact with anyone other than her family for quite some time now… unless it was that demon. Come to think of it, he did have a sword with him that night. Her eyes widened as she came to the realization that the attack, the voice that had told her to run, and the weird compulsion that she was feeling had come from the same person. But why was he after her? She hadn’t done anything to him.
“If you’re lost, then you can travel with Kuwabara and I. We’re heading to Genkai’s temple as well.”
Kagome jumped and looked at Suichi. Considering that she didn’t exactly know where the temple was located at and that she had a deranged demon after her, travelling with them would be safer. Unable to find her voice, she nodded in agreement. That one night stand was proving to be more trouble than what it was worth. And to make matters worse, the compulsion had dimmed out, meaning that the demon was near.
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To say that she wanted to scream was an understatement. Before her was a colossal set of stairs that seemed to go on forever. She was used to the stairs at her family’s shrine, but this was just ridiculous. Who in their right mind, would do something like this? It was cruel and unusual punishment.
Interrupting her mental rant was a chuckle from Suichi, causing her to shoot him a glare. She watched him as he ascended three stairs before turning to look at her.
“Oh, come on. It isn’t that bad. On average, it only takes us about half of a day to reach the top,” Suichi said with a serious face.
“Really, I never thought that it took that long,” Kuwabara added before a horrified expression crossed his face. “No, Yukina! Hold on, my love! Your knight in shining armor is on his way!” The orange-haired teen then started to run up the stairs.
Kagome let out an undignified shriek, completely ignoring Kuwabara’s actions. “What do you mean half of a day?!” Her legs ached at the thought of climbing the monstrous stairs.
“I was only joking, but if we wish to reach the top in a decent time, then I suggest that we get going,” Suichi ended, turning to continue his climb.
Defeated, Kagome assumed her position beside the red-head, hoping that her legs would hold out. About ten steps up, she asked, “Are there any inns around here?”
“Not for miles. May I ask why?” Kurama asked, noting that Kuwabara was already close to the top.
‘Because a demon is after me,’ Kagome thought. “There are some… complications at my house.”
“Is that why you were so distraught when you were on the phone with your mother earlier?” Kurama asked, keeping his eyes on the stairs before him, making a note of Kuwabara being out of sight. Sensing that Kagome was sending him a questionable stare, he added, “You weren’t exactly speaking in a low tone, and I overheard some of your phone conversation. Do you happen to know who broke into your room?”
Kagome paused, looking at the red-head in horror. “How did you know about that?” There was no use in denying it if the guy already knew. She was beginning to question if he may have had anything to do with it instead of the demon that she had slept with.
“Rest assured, I had nothing to do with the vandalism,” Suichi said, reading her accusing expression from the corner of his right eye. “Like I said earlier, I overheard your phone conversation.” He turned a hardened look on the woman.
“I don’t know who broke into my room,” Kagome answered in a low voice, turning away to continue up the stairs. A hand clamped around her wrist, tight enough to pause her strides but not tight enough to bruise. Her miko energy flared at the gesture, threatening the offender. “Let go of me.”
“You know who did it, though. Tell me, what are your true intentions for visiting Genkai?” Suichi’s voice was equally as threatening in response to the energy that maliciously licked at his hand.
“I told you already, now let go!” Kagome tugged at her arm, failing to free it. The situation was going downhill, fast. She needed to find a way to escape. Just as she was about to run and break free of Suichi’s hold, a demonic energy flared behind her. Terrified, she turned her head, only to be met with golden eyes that didn’t belong to Suichi. “You were the demon on the train?!”
“That is not important,” Yoko’s deep voice said with a deadly calm, disregarding her words. “What are your intentions for Genkai, and what are your ties to Hiei? Lie to me again, and I cannot guarantee your life.”
Kagome exerted her energy through her wrist, burning the demon with her powers. He let go of his hold on her, jumping back in a defensive stance as he gracefully balanced himself on the stairs. A quiet storm was present in his golden eyes regardless of his impassive face.
“I already told you why I need to see Genkai, and I don’t know anybody named Hiei!” Kagome responded, her energy encasing her with belligerence. If he wanted a fight, then he was going to get one.
“I was trying to do this the easy way, but since you wish to be so difficult, then I have no other choice.” Yoko drew a red rose from his silver locks, transforming it into his signature rose whip, watching as Kagome took careful step back, readying her energy for a counter attack.
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Crimson eyes looked onto the scene before him with fury. Whether he was angry because Yoko was trying to take his kill, or because he had interrupted his hunt, he didn’t know. He struggled to contain his dragon that was currently trying to break free, but, as always, it was stronger, and he was losing the war.
With the pride of not allowing someone else to take his kill, and his sword in hand, he leapt from the branch, ready to take the girl’s head off in one swing. In midair, his vision blurred, and he lost his hold on the hilt of the sword, dropping it. A roar that didn’t belong to him emitted from his throat, and he was swallowed by a black energy.
Chapter End
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Chapter Three
Gradually, Kagome’s fidgeting settled down, and her angry mood changed to that of elation. She no longer wanted to go home, instead she found herself anticipating something that would result in extreme satisfaction, and she wanted to bounce all over the place like a child. Considering that she was on a train and that she was an adult, she held still. Was she happy to be going to Genkai’s? After turning the thought over in her head, she discovered that she was actually quite worried about it. What if she didn’t get the answers that she sought? With a sigh, she came to the conclusion that she didn’t know why she was excited, and she wasn’t coming close to figuring it out.
With the intent on distracting herself for the rest of the ride, Kagome decided to try and find something to get into. She found her distraction when she noticed that the red-headed… teen—whose gender has yet to be determined—was subtly watching her from their peripheral. Oddly, she wasn’t upset about the attention that they were showing her, but she did want to know what they were. She started going over the teen’s features, taking note of their features such as the shape of their face, the broadness of their shoulders, and the overall structure of their body. They could be a very pretty guy or a very ill-built female, she resolved.
Still unsatisfied with her lack of discovery, Kagome figured that she would find a way to personally find out the red-head’s sex. Whilst going through the different ways that she could achieve her task, she failed to come up with anything other than hearing the person’s voice. Sadly, she couldn’t think of a way to start a conversation. Labeling the thought of bluntly asking for their gender as rude, she drew a blank. Was there not a way to start a conversation without seeming disrespectful?
Too absorbed in her thoughts, Kagome failed to realize that someone had changed seats so that they could sit next to her. The authentic scent of wild flowers flooded her sense of smell, causing her to question where she was—it smelled like she was in the middle of a field of flowers. The scent was so strong that it seemed impossible to have been replicated through the use of perfumes or soap. Instead of being nauseating because of the strength of the aroma, it had the opposite effect. There was an addicting quality to it that made one want to inhale more than what was present to their nostrils. Following the intoxicating scent was a smooth masculine voice, bringing Kagome from her distracted mind.
“Excuse me, are you alright? You seemed to be troubled.”
All at once, Kagome’s problems dissolved into nothingness. That voice presented a soothing quality that draped around her small form, melting her into a quiet calm. A false sense of everything being right in her world became present, and she forced herself back to the current situation, intent on finding out the source of it. The red-head came into view, and her eyes landed on the prettiest green spheres that demanded attention. At least now she was able to tell that the red-head’s gender was male, but that didn’t matter anymore.
She stared into the male’s eyes, failing to flinch from his inquisitive gaze that gave the impression that he was seeping into her soul and finding her deepest, darkest secrets. He seemed far too wise for his age, having the eyes of one who had seen many hardships and fought many battles. She was also able to tell that he was very dangerous, and that she should have been afraid of his uninvited intrusion of her space, yet she felt that he wouldn’t harm her in any way. How she knew this, she didn’t know, but she felt like he was her longtime friend that she had known for years—he felt like family. The problem was, she had never met him in her life.
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Hiei paused midstride, puzzled as to why he had suddenly thought of Kurama. He hadn’t seen the demon since he left to accept Mukuro’s invitation, and in all honesty, he hasn’t thought about the male. It may have seemed wrong to not even take a small amount of time to check on the fox, but he was too preoccupied with his duties to Mukuro, and it didn’t help that the said fox was on an opposing side in demon world due to the fact that he was Yomi’s flunky. Despite the circumstances, though, now was a random time to pull Kurama from his memory bank. Even though he wouldn’t admit this to anyone, the fox was his friend, and he did hold respect for him, but why would he think of him in the middle of his hunt?
Automatically, Hiei was brought out of his thoughts of Kurama. He had a mission in mind, and finding the girl was more important than harboring over a trivial matter. She would pay dearly for what she did to him—forget Koenma’s law of him not being able to kill humans. There wasn’t anything that the spirit world prince could do to him considering the fact that Koenma practically threw him at Mukuro upon her request to have him in her army. Technically, he was under demon world laws, and there wasn’t a law there that prevented him from delivering a death sentence.
Without the use of his jagan—because he didn’t want to take the enjoyment out of his hunt—Hiei resumed his tracking, avoiding human eyes by means of untraceable speed. Each step provided him with a high, and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on the miko. She didn’t know the meaning of true fear until she stared down the reflective surface of his blade as he slit her throat. Yes, she would scream in terror, and he would laugh at her misfortune. A smirk played on his lips as he imagined her trying to escape from him, and he wanted her to try her hardest to live—it just wouldn’t be fun if his target wasn’t saturated in a hopeless fear that wouldn’t save her. He wanted the miko to beg for her pitiful life as he eliminated her.
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Kagome had learned that the red-head’s name was Suichi through small talk. She was usually shy when it came to meeting new people, yet somehow, he had proven to be easy to talk to. She didn’t realize how lonely she was until she actually started talking to someone new. Then again, years of solitude can do that to a person. It wasn’t until she saw a hand waving in front of her face that Kagome realized that she had zoned out. “What was that?” She redirected her attention to the teen next to her.
“I was asking where your destination is,” Suichi replied with a chuckle.
Flushing at her empty headedness, Kagome briefly thought about if she should tell him the truth—she did just meet him, after all, and she didn’t know the motivation behind his question. For all she knew, he could have been a stalker. Immediately, the thought died where it began. He wasn’t a stalker, she was almost certain. The evidence to back up her trust wasn’t present, but she had a hunch that he wasn’t. What person with such beautiful looks needed to be a stalker? After trying to come up with more reasons why she should lie, Kagome surrendered, finding none. “I’m going to Genkai’s temple.”
For the briefest of moments, she could have sworn that Suichi’s gentle eyes hardened, but the look disappeared as quickly as it appeared, making her second-guess herself. Still, she couldn’t have imagined it, so she decided to call him on it. “What was that look? Do you know her?”
Suichi slightly tilted his head to the side in an adorable confused manner, playing innocent. “I have no idea what look you could possibly be talking about. As far as me knowing master Genkai, yes, I know her. Tell me, why are you heading there of all places?”
Kagome sighed. This guy was either nosey, or his questions had more meaning behind them than he was letting on. Once again, she began to ponder over her answer. She knew that she definitely wasn’t going to tell him the truth about her reasons for visiting, but what could she possibly say. She chewed on her bottom lip nervously, searching for a plausible lie, but came up short. Suddenly, an idea came to mind, and she blurted out, “I want to know if she can train me!” After all, her grandfather did say that she was a master in martial arts. Thinking that she had come up with an intelligent lie, she smiled, but she dropped it when Suichi lifted an eyebrow.
After some time and a staring contest, Suichi spoke up. “Interesting. Why would you choose to go to her when you could have taken classes closer to where you live?”
‘What is this, twenty-one questions?’ Kagome resisted another urge to sigh. Without wanting to seem suspicious, she automatically answered. “I’m a special case, and I need more than what the others have to offer me.” She weakly smiled, hoping that Suichi would get the hint and drop the subject. Her brain was too fried to make up any more lies, and she was tired from the lack of sleep.
As if he was able to tell that she was reluctant to continue, Suichi nodded and ceased with his questions. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again. “Do you mind if I sit here for the rest of the ride? As you can see, Kuwabara has fallen asleep, and he has the tendency to talk and drool in his sleep, sometimes simultaneously.” He chuckled, pointing a thumb at the carrot top.
Kagome agreed to let him stay after glancing at Kuwabara. As long as Suichi didn’t start asking complicated questions again, she was fine with him being next to her. He had a type of soothing atmosphere surrounding him, and it was calming her nerves.
All too soon, she found herself dozing off from her tiredness, and instead of fighting it like she normally would have, Kagome found herself submitting to her body’s wishes. Right when she was between the border of consciousness and dreamland, a voice interrupted her with a single word: run. That one word spoke in masses despite it being no more than a whispered demand. The questions that she asked herself was who could have possibly conveyed the message and why?
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Kurama had begun to make small talk with the miko so that he could better analyze her powers and further confirm his earlier findings—it was easier to be inquisitive if the subject of your studies trusted you. With his current proximity, he could easily feel out her energy without being detected.
After some time, he didn’t find anything new about her powers, but he did discover that she was going to Genkai’s temple. However, she didn’t give him a truthful answer about why she was going. Having a fox demon reside in his body did have its perks—he was able to detect her lie through Yoko’s powers. He would have to warn Genkai about the girl when he arrived, her untold motive could prove to be disastrous.
When he milked her of all the information that he could get at the present moment, he allowed her to attempt some hours of sleep. After all, it was much easier to assess a sleeping target than it was a conscious one. He would be able to fully scan her aura and investigate why Hiei’s was mixed with hers. Also, he would be able to gain access to her memories. Although it was difficult task to accomplish discreetly with spectators, he could extract her memories through the usage of one of his plants. He would just have to plant one of his seeds on her, and then he would be able to skim through her past experiences. Yes, it was an invasion of sorts that he prefered to not have to resort to, but when the life of someone he cared for was potentially at risk, he would do so without remorse.
He listened as her breathing and heartbeat began to transition into its resting state, and he waited. Currently, she was semi-conscious, but given a few more minutes, she would be sleep. He paid close attention as her body gradually relaxed as she rested her head against the window to her left, waiting for the right time to plant his seed. Suddenly, she shot up straight, frantically looking around the train for something. Instead of startling from her actions, he put on a worried expression and asked her was she alright.
“Did you hear something?” She asked as her brown eyes finally landed on him.
He replied with a simple no and waited for her to continue. When she didn’t, he prompted her further. “Is something the matter?” He briefly wondered if she was crazy because nobody in the cart that they were in had said anything. When Kagome responded with a shrug, he decided to let it go for the time being. Knowing that she wouldn’t attempt to sleep again in her current state of alarm, Kurama just waited, knowing that she would eventually drop her guard again. No more than five minutes later, her eyelids where slowly drifting close, so he decided that he would analyze her aura again until she fell into a deep state of slumber.
Just like the last time, he concentrated on her energy, blocking out his surroundings. In a slow, swirling manner, the miko energy danced around Kagome, all but one part. Hiei’s energy—which he previously discovered about the black part—had navigated to be close to him, almost like it was reaching out to him. Confused as to what else that he should do, he reached out to it, only to have in encase his hand with unnatural warmth. It felt like he was becoming reacquainted with his friend, but it was also very different. He took this time to get a better analysis of the energy’s purpose of why it was connected to Kagome. It took him no more than a second to realize its reason for being there. Gasping, he drew his hand back as if he was burned. At the same time, the train reached its destination.
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Seconds after she got off of the train, Kagome’s phone started to buzz in her pocket. Having long forgotten that she even owned a phone, she jumped with a small yelp, earning curious glances from nearby people. With a nervous chuckle, her fingers fumbled through her pockets, locating the mobile device. Upon flipping open the black phone, she realized that she had several voicemails and a few text messages. Automatically, she pushed the button to call her voicemail while putting the phone to her ear.
A gasp came from her lips as she listened to her mother’s frantic voice through the speaker. Most of her mom’s words were incoherent, and Kagome barely deciphered the message that the older woman tried to deliver. The most that she was able to make out was that something had happened at the shrine. She went through the other messages, receiving more messages that seemed more panicked than the first.
Her emotions of worry must have been clear on her face because of the amount of attention that she was receiving, so she began walking in a random direction, trying to go for the stoic look—she didn’t need strangers in her business. When it got to the point where she couldn’t understand any of her mother’s words, Kagome disconnected the call from her voicemail and dialed her house phone, hoping to find out what the uproar was about.
As if the house phone was glued to her mother’s hand, the older woman picked up in the middle of the first ring. “Hello, Kagome?”
“Yes, mom, it’s me. What happened, do you need me to come home?” Kagome asked, praying that her family was okay.
“Somebody broke into your room and destroyed it.”
“What?!” Kagome yelled into the microphone, wondering if she had heard the woman correctly. Once again, people began to stare, and they started to make an effort to avoid her. “What do you mean somebody destroyed my room?” she added in a more suitable volume, trying to not seem psychotic.
“We think that someone was after you—they didn’t touch anything but your room. It looks like they used a sword. The cops are investigating it now. If you can, try to stay away until the culprit is caught. I don’t want….”
“Mom?” Kagome asked, wondering why her mother stopped midsentence. Looking at her phone screen, she discovered that she had lost her phone signal. Glaring at the phone as if she could retrieve the signal with her icy look, she realized that it would not come back.
Trying to figure out who would be after her, Kagome continued to meander while nibbling on her lower lip. She hadn’t been in contact with anyone other than her family for quite some time now… unless it was that demon. Come to think of it, he did have a sword with him that night. Her eyes widened as she came to the realization that the attack, the voice that had told her to run, and the weird compulsion that she was feeling had come from the same person. But why was he after her? She hadn’t done anything to him.
“If you’re lost, then you can travel with Kuwabara and I. We’re heading to Genkai’s temple as well.”
Kagome jumped and looked at Suichi. Considering that she didn’t exactly know where the temple was located at and that she had a deranged demon after her, travelling with them would be safer. Unable to find her voice, she nodded in agreement. That one night stand was proving to be more trouble than what it was worth. And to make matters worse, the compulsion had dimmed out, meaning that the demon was near.
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To say that she wanted to scream was an understatement. Before her was a colossal set of stairs that seemed to go on forever. She was used to the stairs at her family’s shrine, but this was just ridiculous. Who in their right mind, would do something like this? It was cruel and unusual punishment.
Interrupting her mental rant was a chuckle from Suichi, causing her to shoot him a glare. She watched him as he ascended three stairs before turning to look at her.
“Oh, come on. It isn’t that bad. On average, it only takes us about half of a day to reach the top,” Suichi said with a serious face.
“Really, I never thought that it took that long,” Kuwabara added before a horrified expression crossed his face. “No, Yukina! Hold on, my love! Your knight in shining armor is on his way!” The orange-haired teen then started to run up the stairs.
Kagome let out an undignified shriek, completely ignoring Kuwabara’s actions. “What do you mean half of a day?!” Her legs ached at the thought of climbing the monstrous stairs.
“I was only joking, but if we wish to reach the top in a decent time, then I suggest that we get going,” Suichi ended, turning to continue his climb.
Defeated, Kagome assumed her position beside the red-head, hoping that her legs would hold out. About ten steps up, she asked, “Are there any inns around here?”
“Not for miles. May I ask why?” Kurama asked, noting that Kuwabara was already close to the top.
‘Because a demon is after me,’ Kagome thought. “There are some… complications at my house.”
“Is that why you were so distraught when you were on the phone with your mother earlier?” Kurama asked, keeping his eyes on the stairs before him, making a note of Kuwabara being out of sight. Sensing that Kagome was sending him a questionable stare, he added, “You weren’t exactly speaking in a low tone, and I overheard some of your phone conversation. Do you happen to know who broke into your room?”
Kagome paused, looking at the red-head in horror. “How did you know about that?” There was no use in denying it if the guy already knew. She was beginning to question if he may have had anything to do with it instead of the demon that she had slept with.
“Rest assured, I had nothing to do with the vandalism,” Suichi said, reading her accusing expression from the corner of his right eye. “Like I said earlier, I overheard your phone conversation.” He turned a hardened look on the woman.
“I don’t know who broke into my room,” Kagome answered in a low voice, turning away to continue up the stairs. A hand clamped around her wrist, tight enough to pause her strides but not tight enough to bruise. Her miko energy flared at the gesture, threatening the offender. “Let go of me.”
“You know who did it, though. Tell me, what are your true intentions for visiting Genkai?” Suichi’s voice was equally as threatening in response to the energy that maliciously licked at his hand.
“I told you already, now let go!” Kagome tugged at her arm, failing to free it. The situation was going downhill, fast. She needed to find a way to escape. Just as she was about to run and break free of Suichi’s hold, a demonic energy flared behind her. Terrified, she turned her head, only to be met with golden eyes that didn’t belong to Suichi. “You were the demon on the train?!”
“That is not important,” Yoko’s deep voice said with a deadly calm, disregarding her words. “What are your intentions for Genkai, and what are your ties to Hiei? Lie to me again, and I cannot guarantee your life.”
Kagome exerted her energy through her wrist, burning the demon with her powers. He let go of his hold on her, jumping back in a defensive stance as he gracefully balanced himself on the stairs. A quiet storm was present in his golden eyes regardless of his impassive face.
“I already told you why I need to see Genkai, and I don’t know anybody named Hiei!” Kagome responded, her energy encasing her with belligerence. If he wanted a fight, then he was going to get one.
“I was trying to do this the easy way, but since you wish to be so difficult, then I have no other choice.” Yoko drew a red rose from his silver locks, transforming it into his signature rose whip, watching as Kagome took careful step back, readying her energy for a counter attack.
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Crimson eyes looked onto the scene before him with fury. Whether he was angry because Yoko was trying to take his kill, or because he had interrupted his hunt, he didn’t know. He struggled to contain his dragon that was currently trying to break free, but, as always, it was stronger, and he was losing the war.
With the pride of not allowing someone else to take his kill, and his sword in hand, he leapt from the branch, ready to take the girl’s head off in one swing. In midair, his vision blurred, and he lost his hold on the hilt of the sword, dropping it. A roar that didn’t belong to him emitted from his throat, and he was swallowed by a black energy.
Chapter End
Sorry, but I had to end the chapter there. Don’t chase me with pitchforks yet, though, I’m working on the next chapter now to catch up on lost time. Your reviews are highly appreciated, so go on, click the link, you know you want to. Your reviews motivate me to no end, and they make me type faster.