InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Not So Young Anymore ❯ Chapter 1, Give ‘Em Hell Kid, MCR ( Chapter 1 )

Not So Young Anymore

 

Summery: Kagome finds a young fire demon child in a bloody, gore filled clearing and takes him in, only to be sent back to her time a year later. Now our little miko is fighting alone in her time. And one of these fights reunites her with the little spitfire, who's not so young anymore. Can our time traveler handle a grown up Hiei, or will she go crazy (and bald) from his overbearing personality? Who knows!?

 

Disclaimer: If I owned YuYu Hakusho or InuYasha, Kagome and Hiei would be doing it every day and Kuwabara would be a genius. But sadly, I do not. (tears) They are owned by their creators Rumiko Takahashi and Yoshihiro Togashi. I claim nothing but the plot, which could have already been done by another wonderful author/authoress.

 

Pairings: Kagome/?, Yuusuke/Keiko, Kuwabara/Yukina, Sango/Miroku, Shippou/Whoever he gets next

 

HBWD's Corner: … I will completely understand if you want to kick my ass for starting another story. But, once again, my fingers and mind wouldn't let me rest till this story is down and out of my brain! UGH! Anyhoo, I hope you will like this as much as I do! And, yes, it is different then my usual style! I'm kinda experimenting, so lets hope it doesn't fall through and kill me in the end, okay?

 

-+-+-+ Chapter 1, Give `Em Hell Kid, MCR +-+-+-

 

Blood dripped from low hanging branches. Piles of guts and torn human flesh fell hazardously on the crimson stained ground. Red splotches danced across pale skin. Blazing ruby eyes hopped from dead body to burnt flesh.

 

A small hand, barely bigger than a three-year-olds, reached for a rusted blade. Pudgy fingers curled around the old swords handle and picked it up with ease. Wide, wide almond shaped eyes stared unblinking at the gore-flecked ground, searching for the sheath of the blunt katana.

 

The diminutive figure stepped through the crimson life liquid in pursuit of the missing scabbard. His brilliant red eyes leapt from one pile of mangled corpses to another. The eyes lit up at locating the missing wood.

 

The toddler-sized boy hopped over to the sheath and pulled it from the grip of a glassy-eyed human. His face was contorted in pain, his mouth open in a silent, and permanent scream. Blood glistened from his cheek and forehead as he stared, unseeing, at the pale child.

 

Curious red eyes blinked slowly. The corpse said nothing as the scabbard slipped from his dead grip.

 

A cruel grin stretched across the juvenile's pasty, crimson flecked face. “What do you have to say now, Kiyo?” He paused to let the corpse defend himself. “Nothing, that's what.” The youth kicked the body and turned away.

 

Fire danced merrily over a small pile of carcasses. The scent of burning flesh tickled the child's nostrils. They flared and the boy took a deep breath, savoring the disgusting smell. The flames light painted orange and reds across his body, making the youth appear god-like.

 

His tummy grumbled and he placed his red stained hand on his belly. He looked around hungrily before spotting a good-looking piece of burnt meat. He seated himself by a relatively peaceful looking human and let his ruby eyes rest on the seemingly sleeping man.

 

Soft looking hair rested casually on his tanned forehead. His eyes were closed and a subdued smile sat peacefully on his face. The male appeared to be doing nothing more than slumbering, if not for the gaping gash on his throat.

 

The child touched the mans black locks in an endearing way. “I am sorry.” He didn't really need to die… But he surely would have wanted revenge.

 

Ruby eyes narrowed as the boy took a large bite out of the burned skin. Doku was the only person to be kind, even fatherly, to him in the large band of thieves. The others were nothing more than his tormenters that fueled his anger and hatred of the world.

 

He remembered why he had snapped. Oh, yes, he remembered. The bandits were pissed that they had yet to accomplish a successful raid in a while, or score a few whores. So they had taken their anger and sexual frustration out on the child. He had gone berserk, killing and burning all that had hurt and taunted him.

 

Doku wasn't meant to die, but it had to be done. He was a very loyal man, and the young ward, as Doku had dubbed him, would have been severely punished, via death, for his crimes. So to keep himself alive, he had cut Doku's throat first and then taken out the rest of the criminals.

 

Chewing slowly, the child's nose twitched.

 

Something was coming.

 

Something that smelt delicious to the young boys tiny nostrils.

 

His head tilted back, his seemingly unblinking eyes closing; the youth took a deep breath.

 

There.

 

Over the burning flesh smell was a delectable perfume that clouded his young mind and had a sense of peace settling over his tiny frame. He opened his eyes and paused. The smell was coming closer.

 

He would wait.

 

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Higurashi Kagome was mad. Okay, she was more than mad. She was down right pissed. And it was all InuYasha's fault.

 

Again.

 

He just wouldn't listen to her! Even when she asked him nicely, puppy-dog eyes and all! The miko had made a small suggestion that they take a rest and have a nice picnic. Naraku was dead; there was no urgency to recollect the re-shattered Shikon no Tama.

 

At that though, Kagome blushed in self-mortification. She still couldn't help but be embarrassed. She REALLY didn't mean to do it again! Honest! It just… sort of… happened!

 

They had been fighting Naraku, for the last time (thankfully) when Kagome had strung her final arrow and pointed it at the dark purple gem. She pulled the shaft taunt before letting her fingers slip. The arrow flew true and hit it's mark. Her pure miko ki enveloped and purified the damaged jewel.

 

Naraku had screamed and clawed at his chest as the stone purged him of his darkness.

 

With the last twinkle of white light, the Shikon had floated midair before that familiar cracking sound echoed around the battlefield.

 

Kagome had stepped forward, her blue gray eyes widening in fear. “No.” She whispered before the jewel shattered and rocketed in hundreds of pieces across Japan… Again.

 

InuYasha had screamed and bitched and roared at her for hours after that, calling her every name in the book (and then some) before Kagome had had enough and sat him. Hard. For a good five minutes. A girl could only take so much before she snapped.

 

It was a miracle that InuYasha's back didn't break with all the sits he had received that day.

 

So now, the damned hanyou was dead set on pushing the whole team through hell and back to get every last piece of the Shikon back before anyone like Naraku could spring up again.

 

It's a good cause and all, but Kagome had told the inu that Miroku, Sango and she were ningens and couldn't go as long as he could. He had retaliated that Kagome could ride on his back and the other two could ride on the nekomata Kirara.

 

Said cat had hissed and spat angrily at him. She had done enough flying that day (without even a break, for Kami's sake!) to last her a lifetime.

 

So a fight had ensued.

 

For a good twenty minutes, both human and half demon argued and screamed and yelled till they were blue in the face. Kagome was eventually dubbed the winner when she gave the hanyou a sound osuwari and stomped over to a small clearing and practically breathed fire at Miroku, who had asked if she wanted to sit with him to meditate.

 

No, she did not want to meditate. That would only kill her anger. She wanted to scream and shake something till its pretty brown neck broke. Fat chance at that, so she had opted to go `explore' the woods around them. Which really meant, to the rest of the inu-tachi, that Kagome was going to get lost, have InuYasha find her and then everything would be hunky-dory till their next fight. Then the process would start ALL over again.

 

Ah, the wonders of young love.

 

Ain't it great?

 

And that brings us to the present.

 

Kagome pushed a tree branch out of the way and moved past it before giving a large jaw-cracking yawn. She stretched her arms over her head before blinking her bright slate eyes at the appearance of the lazy afternoon sun.

 

She continued on her path for a little while longer before her nose was assaulted, rather rudely, by the foul stench of burning flesh.

 

Panic welled in the young miko's heart. What if someone's in trouble! Oh no! That's not good! Where are you InuYasha? Shouldn't you have come get me by now? Did I sit you too hard? Kagome worried her bottom lip before making one of her famous on the spot decisions. Maybe I can stop whatever's happening without InuYasha's help!

 

Ah, but she had left out one very important detail.

 

She had no weapons.

 

And it never crossed her mind, the poor dear.

 

Racing through the forest, Kagome shoved branch and bush out of her way to get to her destination.

 

And what a destination it was.

 

Blood drenched nearly the whole clearing, the spry green grass barley visible under its red paint. Dead body's and body parts were spread out precariously on the forest floor, a few piles burning, others rotting under trees or festering on the ground.

 

The smell was almost unbearable.

 

Kagome covered her nose with her hand and tears gathered in her eyes. I'm too late… Her thought trailed off as her waterlogged eyes landed on a bloody child.

 

Dazzling burgundy orbs stared at her in curiosity, the tiny head tilted to the side like a confused dog. Dark hair stood on end, like the toddler had stuck his finger in an electrical outlet (which was impossible, since they were in the Sengoku Jidai), a tiny white starburst in the middle. A tattered and old dark blue kimono hung off his tiny shoulders and thin frame. He was malnourished; Kagome could see his ribs, with thin, willowy arms and tiny legs. He was pale, like he had been kept indoors for most of his young life. A scorched human arm was clutched loosely in his miniscule hands.

 

The miko stepped forward, holding her hand out imploringly. “Are you alright, honey?” She whispered. The boy blinked his luminous ruby eyes, tilting his head the other way, as if he didn't understand her.

 

She could feel his youki. He was a full demon, that was for sure. But he was still a child, so maybe he was like Shippou. A child who lost his parents and was on his own.

 

Kagome kneeled in the disgusting ground. She gave a mental shudder. I'm going to have to scrub myself till I bleed. She thought before forcing her attention to the still youth in front of her.

 

He continued to stare at her with his wide, innocent eyes. He blinked slowly before letting the arm roll from his hands. He stood up and walked over to her. His sticky fingers pressed against her face. Almond shaped eyes gazed into her wide doe-like orbs in a searching manor. He slapped her cheeks softly before moving in closer.

 

His head tilted to the opposite side. An odd smile played across his face for a moment before he wrapped his arms around her neck and clung to her.

 

Kagome picked him up tenderly before going into mother-mode-overdrive. She cuddled him, cooed to him, ran her fingers through his gravity-defying hair, rocked herself from side to side, hummed softly to him.

 

She turned and walked away from the disturbing clearing, never once looking back.

 

The miko moved the toddler into the circle of her arms and looked at his pale face. “What's your name, honey?” She questioned him.

 

He stared at her with his large eyes.

 

Kagome smiled affectionately at the boy, playing her fingers through his velvet soft locks. “You're so cute.” She cooed and rubbed her nose against his.

 

The child growled softly, showing off a sharp set of baby fangs but did nothing more.

 

“Oh, I guess you don't like being called that, then.” She hummed happily and looked up the path, making sure she was going the right way. “Can you talk?” The priestess asked.

 

“Hiei.” His voice was high and squeaky. It made Kagome squeal in glee.

 

“Is that your name?” Hiei bobbed his tiny head yes. “Well then, Hiei, my name is Kagome.”

 

He didn't say anything for a while and Kagome contented herself with carding her fingers in his silky tresses. “Ka-Go-Me.” Hiei whispered slowly, sounding out the name to himself.

 

The miko hummed in answer to the small call. Her stormy orbs locked with his burgundy ones. He said nothing more and she gave him a warmhearted smile.

 

Kagome walked for a few more minutes in complete silence. It was disturbed though, by a rowdy hanyou who had a look of anger and relief dancing in his golden eyes. “Wench!” He growled. “Where the hell were you? I lost your scent when you went into that fuckin' clearing! What the hell were you thinkin', goin' in to there! You could'a been killed! Or you Shikon fragments could'a been stolen! Are you fuckin' retarded?”

 

Said wench sigh softly and pulled Hiei tighter against her breasts. “I smelt burnt skin and I though someone was hurt.” She looked down at the quiet toddler. “I found him in the middle of the clearing. Poor thing must have been caught up in the whole ordeal. Probably lost his parents in the fight.” She wove her digits in the dark locks.

 

InuYasha looked down at the child before snorting softly. “We can't keep `im.” He stated offhandedly.

 

Kagome glared at him. “Yes we can, and we are. He's all alone!”

 

“No we can't! We already got one lazy assed kid around, we don't need another!”

 

“He lost his parents, InuYasha! I won't let him die if I could help him in any way!”

 

“Bitch! I told you! Another brat'll drag us down!”

 

Kagome's eyes flashed angrily. She stood nose and nose with the red-faced hanyou. Her lids narrowed till InuYasha could barely see her darkening stormy orbs. “I said, InuYasha, we are going to keep him. And that's final.” She stomped past him, nose in the air.

 

The hanyou snarled in rage. “BITCH! Don't you dare fuckin' walk away from me when I'm talkin' to ya! Get your ass back over here, NOW!” His ears flattened when Kagome stopped. His heart sped up when she turned to look back at him. It nearly jumped out his ass when she opened her mouth.

 

“InuYasha… OSUWARI!” She marched away, Hiei firmly held in her grasp, though not too hard.

 

The silver-headed male groaned in pain as the subduing spell wore off.

 

Kagome looked down at the lazy-eyed child, cooing softly to him. “You're going to be living with us now, Hi-chan!” She giggled softly and continued to the other, none-bloody clearing without looking back at the fallen hanyou.

 

-+-+-+- End One -+-+-+-

 

HBWD's Corner: And there's the first chapter! I hope you all like it! I know I did! :D LOL!

 

Preview of Next Chapter:

She worked the shampoo in his hair before grabbing a small cup and tipped his head back. “Keep your eyes closed, Hiei-chan.” She dumped the contents over his head. The foamy liquid fell away and Kagome gave a satisfied sigh. “There, you can open your eyes. I'm going to put some conditioner in your hair and let it sit. It keeps your hair healthy and easy to work with.” She showed him the bottle and poured the watery fluid in the palm of her hand.

 

The miko moved his head back again and slathered the conditioner through his wet locks. “Now that that's out of the way, lets get your little tootsies and cheekies clean.” She giggled and pulled a washcloth from the floating bucket. Kagome dunked the rag in the water before ringing out the excess. She soaped up the cloth before moving Hiei further out of the water.

 

Translations: miko - priestess; Shikon no Tama - jewel of four souls; ki - energy; hanyou -