InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ This Modern Love ❯ Face Meets Fist ( Chapter 3 )

Dear all reviewers that wish for Kagome to kick ass:

 

 

Oh, do not worry, she will, just not yet. I mean, she hasn't been fully trained yet! (wink-wink, hint-hint)!

 

Oh yeah, and I'm sorry that I killed off InuYasha, I'll tell you why at the end.

 

 

NO FLAMES!

 

 

 

0o0-Chapter-Three-0o0

 

Tiptoe to your room

A starlight in the gloom

I only dream of you

And you never knew

 

Sing For Absolution, By MUSE

 

 

 

Just as a fist was about to plant itself in Kagome's face, a grunt was heard, and someone yelled. The arms holding her back loosened, and she broke free at the chance. Being kidnapped in the Feudal era those many, many times taught one how to escape, get out of the way when necessary. Shoving herself away from the other thugs, Kagome opened her eyes.

 

In front of her lay the four thugs, the crap beaten out of each and every one of them. While one was bleeding from a cut on his leg, and cuts on his head, the others had scrapes and bruises on their arms and neck. But each one had a broken nose as well, blood dripping down their faces. There were also long, thin, red marks around their necks, like they had been held up by their necks.

And the hand that had held them up had had claws. The term is only had because they were not here anymore, as Kagome realized, looking around. There was no one around, not even on the street when she ran out there. No one was running down the street, seemingly running away from the alley where they had just saved Kagome from a group of thugs.

 

Before going into the open street, the teenaged girl looked to both sides, wary of bystanders that had witnessed the whole thing. Kagome didn't want to be brought down to the police to explain something that she hadn't even seen. Taking a careful step out into the Tokyo sunlight, she broke into a run, and ran the whole way home back to the shrine, despite the fact that there were numerous cuts on her legs.

 

Opening the door, immediately she shut it and put her back against it, sliding down to the floor and sighing in exhaustion. Kagome opened her eyes to see a watery-eyed Souta staring at her.

 

"Yes?" She asked, quite peeved. Not only did she just save his butt, but also someone else had saved hers, and she didn't know who it had been.

 

"I-I. I was so scared!" He cried, and ran off the couch and towards her, slinging himself on his knees and hugging her tight, not letting go. That's what happened when your sister goes to the Feudal era too often, she start beginning to think she'll never come back.

 

Wrapping her arms around his small, ten-year-old body, she whispered sweet soothings into his ear. His cries subsided into small whimperings, and Kagome lowered her head to his ear, so he could hear her.

 

"Next time, stay inside the school until I come." She said, and they both laughed a small bit. This was something that stayed between brother and sister; their own little secret. 'Our own secret, I like that.' Souta thought.

 

0o0o0o0o0

 

The next week was the start of school for all high schoolers, including one named Kagome. However much her mind detested the idea of going back to school, having to wake up early, and all that homework, the miko knew she had to do it. There was no other way she could get into college, or get a decent job, or anything else she needed to support herself in life.

 

Sighing softly to herself, she rolled out of bed, feet first. Once her feet touched the floor, though, she instantly regretted the idea. It was freezing, despite the warmth of the outside. Souta must've turned up the air conditioning, making the temperature uneven in the different rooms of the house. Crud.

 

Despite the coldness, Kagome untangled herself from the warmth of her pile of blankets, walking slowly over to her closet. Opening the doors, she saw the last thing she ever wanted to see in her life. More uniforms. Except now they were a pinkish-magenta color. Worse than the green. She absolutely hated pink.

 

Sighing once again, she picked out one of the uniforms and lay it out, getting undressed. 'At least they aren't as short as the ones from Junior High School.' She thought. Although, in Kagome's mind, skirts were impractical for fighting. The only reason she had worn her uniform to Feudal Japan was because she had had nothing else to wear.

 

Slipping on the skirt and pulling on the skirt, Kagome walked towards the kitchen for breakfast. If she had a say in it, there wouldn't be much fighting at all. No more demons! No more running around for jewel shards! No more missing school to go to the Feudal era to be with friends! Wait, she'd rather do that then go to school. 'No! don't think about it Kagome, they miss you as much as you miss them, but you have to move on!'

 

'What! My little voice is back! Wait… That's not a good thing, is it. Hey! Where were you when I DIED!' Kagome screamed mentally at the little voice. A mental picture of a dark figure (the voice) huddled in a corner of her mind.

 

'Uh… Vacation?' it chirped, and Kagome glowered. Mrs. Higurashi, Kagome's grandfather, and Souta looked at Kagome strangely. She kept making strange faces, looking like she was having a mental battle with herself. Here she was, sitting at the kitchen table with her family, while they were eating breakfast, she was battling her other self.

 

Schizophrenic much?

 

'Ooh! You stupid inner voice! Go away! Everything's over. I don't need your help anymore. Nope, I can deal with everything just fine.' Kagome mentally lashed out, her face red with anger.

 

'Oh yeah? Well try explaining this to your family by yourself!' It said, and receded back into her mind where Kagome could not feel, hear, or even sense it at all. Looking around, the miko saw the strange looks she was getting from all of the family members.

 

Ever so slowly, her grandfather reached out… And smacked a sutra on her forehead. Looking up at it cross-eyed, Kagome frowned and peeled the ward off of her head. Where it had been was now a red mark from her grandfather placing it on so harshly. Souta burst out laughing, and Mrs. Higurashi smiled and went back to fixing up Souta's breakfast.

 

"Hey sis! I knew you hated pink, but not enough to become schizophrenic!" He said, and screamed with laughter.

 

Launching herself over the table, Kagome grabbed her brother around the neck and picked him up. Holding him upside down by his feet, she brought him into the living room, where she picked up both of their backpacks, and walked out the door, leaving a chuckling Mrs. Higurashi, and a surprised grandfather, who muttered something along the lines of 'Kids these days, having mental conversations with themselves…'

 

Mrs. Higurashi shook her head, and picked their plates of the table and began to wash the dishes. She was glad Kagome was back to her old self, even if it was a bit different from before. Her daughter was certainly stronger than normal, but not as strong as a demon yet. The older woman just hoped that Kagome wouldn't get herself into trouble, something she often did in the Feudal era.

 

Walking down towards the sidewalk, Kagome up righted her brother and put him down on his feet. He stood dizzily, while wobbling back and forth on shaky legs. She smirked when he became so dizzy that he fell over onto his behind, not noticing at all. Pulling him up to his feet again, she threw his backpack at him.

 

"What'd you do that for?" Souta complained, holding his confused head. Kagome just laughed and ran down the sidewalk, Souta following behind, yelling at his 'cool' sister with fury.

 

"Nyah! Can't get me, Souta! I shall always be superior! Bow down! Bow down, I say!" She shouted as they entered the block with the elementary schools and junior high.

 

Slowing down, Kagome allowed Souta to catch up to her. They walked side by side down the street for a bit, making their way past other students going to junior high and high schools, and elementary schools. Kagome walked on, passing the arcade, not noticing Souta had stopped until she was a few yards away. Running back, she watched as her younger brother pressed his nose up against the glass, drooling slightly.

 

"Hey Souta," The girl started, and her brother took his gaze of the arcade for a moment. "How about I pick you up at the arcade today? As long as you go with a bunch of friends, though, we don't want a repeat of last week." Kagome smiled as shining stars appeared in Souta's eyes. He nodded enthusiastically and ran ahead towards his elementary school to tell his friends.

 

Waving goodbye, Kagome walked on down the street, trying to find her knew school. The directions to the high school had been clearly written out on a map, but the miko had left that at home, and was currently trying to find her way there by memory. So far, it wasn't going so well.

 

Glancing at her watch Kagome realized that she only had ten minutes to get there and into class. "Oh Shit!" She cried, and ran down the rest of the long street, stopping at the end when she saw some kids her age with uniforms like hers going into a building that looked as if it could be a high school.

 

Following them in, Kagome picked up her schedule from the office, and found her first class of the day. There were many students lounging around the classroom, some sitting in desks, others leaning on walls and chatting in groups. She found herself a desk near the back corner of the classroom, but not entirely in the back row. That row was reserved for punks and miscreants, something Kagome was definitely not.

 

Leaning back, Kagome caught sentences of other's conversations around her.

 

"…Did you see it last night? Kenji probably didn't, but he said he did. How are we supposed to believe him when he lies so much…?"

 

"…And then he just walked away! I'm like, Oh My Gosh! Did you just walk away from me? I mean, he is pretty hot, but Minamino is way better…"

 

"…Yeah, I love it at this high school already! There are way hot guys here, did you think we have a chance…?"

 

Kagome almost smacked her head against the desk, they were so annoying. Was everyone in the world this shallow? Every conversation between the boys was what girls were hot, and what games were on last night and what bands were really popular. She grimaced when she heard her name mentioned in one of those conversations.

 

All of the girls' conversations were about hot guys, make up and break ups, along with every style of clothing Kagome had ever heard of. There was talk of who was new at the school, and if they were going to join the fan club. She didn't dare ask which fan club, for fear she would be mobbed by screeching girls. Most of the conversations were centered on a boy named Shuichi Minamino, some boy at the school that was a year older than herself.

 

Even if he was a year older, Kagome was in the same grade. When she had come back from the Feudal era, her mother had lectured that she had missed a whole year of school, and the entrance exams to high school. Kagome had gotten three weeks to study, and study her hardest she did. When the exam time came, Kagome had passed them so easily and with such good grades, that the committee had decided to move her up a grade.

 

Five more minutes. Five more minutes until the torture of having to listen to ditsy conversations was over. One more word about who was dating who, or who had disobeyed the dress code, and Kagome was just about to explode. That was when a face leaned down and chocolate brown eyes gazed into her own bright blue ones.

 

"Hm. Covering ears… Girls screeching giddily about shallow topics… Take deep breathes, girl, no exploding inside the school!" The girl said. She stood back up, and Kagome looked at her.

 

The girl that stood in front of Kagome looked a lot like a demon would in disguise. Yet, as Kagome checked the girl's aura, she found no traces of youki, or anything murderous, like youkai usually did. What was strange was the blonde hair that was cut above the shoulders, and tied back in a ponytail, her eyebrows thin and dark. Red lipstick adorned her lips as dark eye shadow decorated her chocolate brown eye lids.

 

She, like every other girl in the whole high school, wore the uniform that Kagome wore as well, but it hung loosely on her thin figure. Black combat boots wound up her legs and ended at her knees. The girl held out a hand towards Kagome.

 

"Name's Suka. You seem different than the other ditsy people here. You knew?" She asked, taking as seat beside the one Kagome sat in, and gazing at her.

 

"Yes. I'm Kagome. Thank you. Have any way to shut them up?" Kagome answered, and Suka smirked. Standing up, she shouted to the crowd of people in the classroom.

 

"I think I saw Minamino down the hall when I was walking in!" Everyone stopped short in their conversations and looked at the punkish girl. There was much scrambling, biting, and even more screeching as a horde of girls clawed their way past each other to get into the hall to see their precious 'Shuichi'.

 

"Thanks. But who is this 'Shuichi'?" Kagome asked, sliding to face Suka. Once again, Suka smirked at the younger girl.

 

"You must be really new, not to know of Minamino." She continued. " Minamino is the most popular guy in school, you could say. With the girls, that is. He's everything a prissy girl wants. Hotness, politeness, and way smart. He hangs around with the Urimeshi kid from Sarayashiki junior high. Hm. Maybe he's in high school? No, I don't think so, but I'll have to check up on it.

 

"Anyways, he's the star of the school, perfect for every girl. For some guys, too. I won't get into that, though. Strange thing is that he has red hair and bright emerald green eyes. He's kind of like you, 'cause your eyes are weird. Did you know they were electric blue? What am I saying, of course you know. It's awesome…" Suka kept on rambling with things that she thought would be great with Kagome's eyes, while Kagome's thoughts drifted onto this Minamino fellow.

 

'So he has different hair and eyes, huh? Hm. I'll have to check it out, just to see if he's a demon in disguise. Sounds too perfect for any normal human to be, but better safe then sorry.' Kagome was brought out of her thoughts when Suka asked her a question.

 

"…long, you know. Kagome? Kagome! Are you even listening to me?" Kagome brought her bright blue eyes up to Suka's chocolate brown ones. Suka sighed and started over.

 

"Like I was saying, those eyes would go great with highlights or tips. I was thinking that we could skip the lunch hour and go to this little place I know down the street. They can put highlights in your hair in fifteen minutes, taking only five minutes to dry, and they stay in for two months! After a while, though, you might want to get them brightened."

 

"Uh… I don't know, what if it doesn't look good? Are we even allowed to?" She asked, wary of Suka's sparkling eyes.

 

"Oh yeah, people do it all the time. Only geeks stay at school for lunch." Suka stated, crossing her arms over her chest.

 

"Yeah, but—" Kagome was interrupted when Suka snorted.

 

"Fine, if you're so scared, I'll do it with you. What color?" She asked, looking pointedly at the younger girl sitting across from her.

 

A wicked grin appeared on Kagome's face, as she replied, "Green." What contrast that would be compared to the all-natural blonde color of Suka's hair. Suka grinned as well, and they planned out their lunch hour.

 

Soon, the bell rung, and everyone was to be seated. The teacher went through introductions for the new school year, introducing Kagome as the new student who had been brought up a grade. She stood up and bowed a little, but then immediately sat back down in her desk. They went through the day the same way, until lunch hour came, that is.

 

"So you ready?" Suka asked, slinging her small orange and black backpack over her shoulders. She motioned for Kagome to follow as she stood up.

 

"Alright." Kagome replied, slightly nervous.

 

They walked out of the building and down the schoolyard's path that led to the street. Along the way down the street towards the hair-stylist, they thought of something they could do together on Friday. The two girls agreed on hanging around Tokyo Friday night, planning to hit the secret clubs Suka somehow knew about. Entering the hair-stylist place, Kagome looked around, and was led to a chair while Suka was led to the next to her.

 

"Ready?" Kagome's new friend asked.

 

"Yeah. Electric blue highlights for me, while this little lady," Kagome grinned, motioning towards Suka, "will have neon green ones."

 

0o0o0o0o0

 

When the two girls returned to school that afternoon, they each got many compliments on their hair, and soon the news was burning around the school like a wildfire. While Kagome's highlights were just electric blue streaks through her hair, the hairdresser had messed up on Suka's, and had died her whole head of hair green. Neon green. Can you say, woops? Because of that, both of their highlights were free.

 

And although Suka got compliments on her new hair color, Kagome was the one that received the most attention around the school. Mainly from the males of the school, that is. Sure, the girls that weren't prissy (mainly the ones without boyfriends fawning over her) complimented both the girls' hair, everyone knew Kagome's hair seemed better. Even, not jealously of course, Suka agreed.

 

"I've dyed my hair tons of times, and it's never turned out as good as those streaks do in your hair." Suka said between classes later that day.

 

Kagome grinned. "Yeah. Although, that green is an awesome color on you. Maybe I should dye my whole head of hair electric blue next time." Kagome replied, twirling an electric blue streak between her middle finger and thumb.

 

The last class they had that day was a free period, and so they decided to go to the library to read and study. Well, more like talk and plan out their special outing that was going to happen on Friday. The bell rung once again, and Suka said her goodbyes and left, but Kagome stayed seated at the table in the library for a while. She wanted to check up on something…

 

0o0o0o0o0

 

Kurama was walking down the long school hallway, heading towards the library. Right now, his last class, was a free period, and he chose to take it in the library. His demonic senses heard the giggling and shushing coming from behind him, and he knew that a group of girls were following him. When were they not? It was something he had to be used to by now, or else he'd be in for the shock of a lifetime.

 

Oh yes, he knew about all the times that those girls followed him to his home. Though, whenever that happened, he always made sure he lost them before actually reaching his home, for privacy reasons. Hiei was always smirking in a tree near his house when that happened, enjoying Kurama's misery. He always made a point to close the window those nights.

 

He had been awake when one of those girls had looked up his files and broken into his room one night, and tried to steal a lock of his hair. Kurama had received a mental message from Hiei, who had just—by chance—been in the area, and noticed that a normally screeching fan girl was on the loose and had broken into the fox's house. Sending a mental message back to Hiei to get the girl out of the room, Hiei complied.

 

It had taken many death threats that included some topics along the lines of some 'pretty' images that Youko had created in his mind and sent over to the small apparition's, and also a very not-so-death-threat-as-much-as-sexual-threat images, courtesy of Youko. Kurama was still haunted by those, and unaware to the fox, so was Hiei himself. Yes, they had been that detailed.

 

According to his hearing, if he heard correctly, which he always did, there were two girls following him. Both he recognized as girls from his class, both a part of his fan club. Even though, they were more tolerable than the others, because they seemingly wanted to only make friends, first. Yeah, only at first, they did. Everyone knew it was just another insidious plot to… yeah.

 

Sighing, Kurama walked into the library and past the front desk, heading towards the section with books on legends. A wave of frustration washed over him as the two girls came into the same row of shelves, seemingly innocent. The bell rung, and many students and teachers left, while he stayed. So did the two girls.

 

"Oh! Shuichi!" One of them, with long, wavy brown hair exclaimed. "Surprise seeing you here! Tomoyo-chan and I were just walking around, searching for some—" She paused, looking at the books on the shelf beside her. "Some books on ancient heritage lines…?" She made the statement into a question, once seeing the type of books Kurama was looking at.

 

Kurama rolled his eyes and sighed mentally. 'How far will they go? I don't need anyone breaking into my house again. I don't think Hiei would be able to stand any more of your precious images, Youko. I couldn't either. Why did it have to be me? Why couldn't it have been you in that place?'

 

'I have those stored away for another day.' Youko left him hanging with a sense of dread.

 

"…come with us?" The girl in front of him asked, bringing him out of his thoughts.

 

"Hm?" He asked, politely, of course. "Can you please repeat that phrase Miss…"

 

"Asuka." She replied. "Are you going to the festival in two weeks? And if so, you could come with us!" Asuka suggested. Apparently she couldn't keep the ditzy hopeful tone out of her voice for one moment. "I mean, if you don't want to go with Tomoyo-chan, I understand, and she will too, we can just go—" Asuka was interrupted when a book hit her in the back of the head.

 

"Are you alright, Miss Asuka?" Kurama asked, crouching down to where the girl had fallen over on the floor. 'We wouldn't want to you to lose any more brain cells than you already have.' Youko helped, and mentally Kurama chuckled.

 

"Oh yes, she'll be alright. Just knocked up—I mean, knocked out at the moment." Another girl—most likely the one referred to as Tomoyo stated, smirking slightly. This girl was no different in looks than the other, besides the shorter cut black hair, holding herself with an attitude of superficial arrogance.

 

"If you're sure." Kurama mumbled, standing up and dusting off his uniform.

 

"Oh, I'm positive." Tomoyo, said and curtsied. "Tomoyo Suzahara, at your personal service." She emphasized personal to a degree where the word was so thickly covered with supposed seductism, it would have sunk to the bottom of the ocean were you to drop it there.

 

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Suzahara." Kurama responded.

 

He turned around from the girl and towards the shelves, pulling out the specific book he had been looking for. The title read 'Ancient Japanese Legends,'. The only way to tell if a book on legends was really true or not was if it was old, leather bound, and looked as if it was about to fall apart. In other words, if it looked like crap.

 

Just as he pulled the book off the shelf, efficiently creating an opening to see through the shelves and towards a table by the windows, something caught his gaze. Or rather, someone caught his gaze. Kurama could not see her face, or the front of her at all, but her hair was a deep black, with electric blue highlights. 'Strange, blue highlights shouldn't be so bright in someone with black hair's hair, unless…' He trailed off on his thoughts, a small sense of apprehension surged through him at that moment.

 

'Unless she was, or went to a demon…' Youko finished for him. Kurama swallowed the lump in his throat but still gazed at the back of the girl's head.

 

So caught up in trying to understand the girl by staring at the back of her head, he did not notice when Tomoyo started to rock back and forth on her feet, a glare on her mousy face. He did not notice when she almost began to growl at the lack of attention she was receiving. Nor did he notice when, at last, Asuka awoke, rubbing her head and whining about evil friends, and evil books that were dangerous to one's sanity. Or brain cells. She didn't state that, though.

 

Tomoyo, fed up with the absence she was acquiring, wanted to know what had gained Shuichi's attention instead of herself. Gazing through another gap in the shelves, she gasped and glared at the girl that was taking her special attention away. It was that new girl, the one who had recently—recently as in the past three hours—gotten her hair streaked.

 

And although Tomoyo hated to admit it, the streaks were the best looking she had ever seen. Better than the ones that she had gotten just weeks before, that nobody had even noticed. Not even Asuka, who had been there when she had gotten the streaks. 'Stupid friends who don't notice anything obvious…' She muttered in her head.

 

"Who is she…" Kurama mumbled, unaware that anyone was listening, not expecting an answer. He was shocked when he got one, although he didn't show it.

 

"Oh her? Don't bother with that one, Shuichi-kun, that's Kagome." Tomoyo said.

 

"Yeah, she's weird. I heard that there's always something weird around her, it's like a feeling you get! It's creepy!" Asuka countered, popping up from the ground.

 

"I'm sure it's not as weird as they say, Asuka-san, Tomoyo-san." Kurama defended. She didn't look any different than normal. No, actually, she looked quite pretty.

 

"Oh! But I've felt it! All you have to do is walk past her, and you get the feeling like something is glaring at you, and telling you to get your ass away from there! And another time, I was approaching her from behind, and just before I could reach her, something crashed down right in front of me! I was so scared, that I just ran away from that place! It's creepy as hell, it is." Asuka explained, adding emotion to the situation by waving her arms around in the air.

 

"Yes! And she's always sick! Last year, I heard she was sick in bed more times than she was in school!" Tomoyo added her own bit.

 

"Hmm." Kurama muttered, and walked past the girls and around the bookshelf where they were hiding. The two girls called after him, but he either didn't notice, or just didn't care. The redheaded boy walked up to the girl sitting at the library table.

 

Scattered across the table were dozens of large, thick books that looked old. And as Kurama stepped closer, his eyes widened considerably and he let forth a small gasp. Every single book on the table was about monsters, myths, and legends. And not just any old myth, legend, or monster, no. They were all specifically about demons. The kind of demon that could walk among the humans, or attack the weak. There was even a book on the three worlds—reikai, ningenkai, and makai—thrown into the mix.

 

"What—" He started, but was stopped when a book dropped from the air to in front of his feet. Not just a plain old book, no. The title read 'Demon Beware'. Obviously a message.

 

'So they were right. Weird things are happening, and there is a strange feeling around her. But why? This girl obviously isn't doing anything.' Kurama thought, staring down at the book. He used a bit of his senses to feel around the area for something suspicious. And sure enough, there was something, although it was barely detectable. There seemed to be a miniscule amount of Spirit energy mixed with a demonic aura. It was such a small amount, that if he hadn't had a Kitsune spirit inside of him, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.

 

Yet, it was there. This girl had a demon guardian watching over her. The question was, why?

 

"Don't even think about it, demon. I don't care what you want, I'll just beat you if you ask for a fight." The girl said, startling him. Kurama walked around her so he could sit across from her at the table.

 

He noticed four things. First, there really did seem to be a strange feeling like someone was glaring at you. But when you looked around, there was no one there that appeared to be glaring at you. Small earphones were tucked in the girl's ears, and with his demonic hearing Kurama could hear an American band playing. He couldn't understand the words, but he could recognize the music.

 

Second, was that she had noticed him. No normal human girl would have been able to hear him through the blasting of the music, however loud the drop of the book.

 

Third, she had called him demon. Once again, no normal human girl would have known that he was a demon. Although, maybe she was a nutcase, who read these books about demons, and went around calling everyone demon, and threatening to beat them up. She looked up from her book at him.

 

Fourth, she had the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. An electric blue in color, they seemed to glow in the murky light of the library. They matched the blue highlights of her hair perfectly.

 

Pulling the headphones out of her ears, she tapped her fingers against the tabletop and waited impatiently. Kurama's mouth opened, as if he was going to speak, but then closed when he realized he had nothing to say. Kagome, seeing his speechlessness and surprise, smirked.

 

She stood up, and waited for him to say something, anything. Kurama stood up as well, knowing that when a lady stood, so should the gentleman. His piercing green eyes stared intensely into her own bright blue ones, and neither of the two blinked. They both walked around their sides of the table, and were inches apart when something hit the ground between them, and they jumped back.

 

It was a large, leather-bound book that seemingly dropped out of nowhere. A squeal was heard, and the two brown pairs of eyes that belonged to Tomoyo and Asuka disappeared from behind the bookshelf and away, out of the library.

 

The title of the book read 'Demon Beware,' once again. The same message, to the demon. As Kagome's eyes flicked down to look at the title, her mouth parted in a semi-gasp. Instantly she stepped back, gathered her books off the table, and ran out of the library, not stopping when the librarian yelled at her for running through the library, when it was strictly forbidden.

 

Kurama stared at the place where the girl had just stood moments before. When she had run away, the strange feeling off glaring had disappeared as well. And, although it was highly impossible, he could have sworn that he had heard someone, or something growling at him when they had approached each other. No one else was in the library to have experienced this incident, besides Tomoyo and Asuka, who had run away instantly.

 

He sighed, turned around, and walked out of the library, contemplating when he would see the girl again, and what he would do about it.

 

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Running until she reached the park near Souta's school, Kagome sat down on a bench to catch her breath. She panted slightly as her face was flushed with the intense running. At break-neck speed she had run out of that library, away from the demon, and anything that could have harmed her.

 

She was thankful for InuYasha for stopping that connection that would have purified the innocent demon. Yes, Kagome knew who it was that was guarding her, watching over her to make sure she was perfectly safe.

 

0o0-Flash-Back-0o0

 

Sighing, Kagome shook out her clothes. A small clank was heard as something bounced out of the pocket of her skirt and onto the floor. Placing the pile of dirty clothes on top of the washing machine, she bent down and picked it up.

 

Much to her surprise, it was a figure that was a little bigger than her hand. Maybe someone larger and more masculine's hand, someone like InuYasha… It was created of wood, and looked like two figures that were standing side-by-side. Upon closer inspection, Kagome realized the two people of the figure to be InuYasha, and, surprisingly, herself.

 

There was InuYasha, standing loud and proud, and astonishingly holding the other person of the figure's hand. Which was herself. While they were both in their normal clothes of a fire rat haori, and her school uniform from when she was in middle school.

 

The strange part was that InuYasha's person was bright and alive with color, like the redness of his haori and the golden color of his eyes. His silvery-white hair glimmered slightly as it trailed down his back, and the sheet of the Tetsusaiga shined its natural black sheen.

 

And while InuYasha was vibrant and exciting with color, Kagome's person was plain and white, boring, just as a wood figure should have been. The coloring on InuYasha's figure did not look like paint, nor did it look like a plastic figure made from colored plastic. It would not be possible, since Kagome's figure was made out of a strange, smooth wood.

 

The only colored part of Kagome's person was her plain brown loafers that adorned her feet. Nothing else on her was colored. Her figure looked plain and sickly against the brightness of InuYasha's.

 

"I don't ever remember getting this. And why is InuYasha's figure colored, while only my feet are? It's not fare!" Kagome said to herself aloud, staring down at the figure. "And who would have the time to create such a detailed figure without either of us noticing? It wasn't Sango or Miroku, and I don't think it was Shippou…"

 

She ran her thin fingers over the extreme details of the figure, finding that each and every curve or dip was correctly placed. From the small dip under their bottoms lips, to the rough texture of InuYasha's fir rat haori, every texture, and every dip and crevice was properly placed. So much detail, yet how did she have this?

 

Suddenly, Kagome felt something brush up against her right ear, pushing a stray tendril of obsidian-colored hair out of the way, and something she recognized to be lips skimmed against her ear.

 

Turning around so fast that she acquired whiplash, Kagome faced the intruder who dare send shivers down her spine. She glared at the trespasser… Only to find no one there. Where she faced stood no one, the only thing her vision was the wall of the laundry room.

 

Quite clearly, a voice like the wind whispered in her ear. 'Kagome… Forget me… I'll still be watching over you, protecting you like I said I always would…' It was like the voice of the wind that had reached her with Kikyo's words, only this time they seemed to be coming from somewhere closer, and not from the wind. No, this time, they seemed to be coming from someone itself…

 

Yet, there was no one there.

 

Instantaneously, Kagome knew who the one who had spoken the words was, and she understood. It was like the memories of what InuYasha had gone through in the volcano, and the old hag named Amane. The meaning of the figure surged through her, and Kagome understood what was to happen.

 

She was only partially over InuYasha. The figure was not for her to forget InuYasha, it was not for her to leave him behind. It was for her to forget the pain of loosing him, and to forget the pain that came with realizing what he had done for her. Kagome could never forget his love, nor could she forget that he had sacrificed himself for her.

 

That was not the point of the figure. It was to soak up the sadness, and leave her with the happiness that she always had. The reason why only her feet were colored was because Kagome had only gotten over the smallest amount of pain possible, and not everything.

 

Only when all her pain of InuYasha was gone, would the figure be fully colored, as vibrant as the colors on the one standing next to her own person.

 

'Forget, Kagome… Forget…' It whispered in her ear again, sending deep shivers up her spine. Kagome knew, by the voice, by the sound, and by the words that it was InuYasha.

 

"Yes… I'll try to, InuYasha." She replied, speaking to the air.

 

'No, don't try, Kagome… You have to promise that you WILL forget… Please… For me, Kagome, forget me…' It called, louder and louder, until finally it almost reached the volume of someone speaking normally, in their 'inside' voice. Tears burned at the back of Kagome's eyes as she tried to blink them away. For InuYasha's sake.

 

"Yes, I promise I will. If it makes you happy." She choked, trying to remove the lump in her throat that came with the tears that burned at the back of her eyes.

 

As the tears sat on the brim of her eyes, threatening to overspill, Kagome swiped at them angrily, brushing them away. She had already cried all she needed, and there was no point now. The first step in forgetting the pain was feeling none, which meant there would be no need to cry.

 

"I promise." Kagome sniffed, and stood straight. She had expected an answer from InuYasha, his voice whispering in her ear like the wind, but what she got was not what she expected.

 

A sudden burst of sound was what her real answer was. Following the loud burst of noise, it brought Kagome into the living room, where the stereo was bursting with a beautiful song. There was no one home besides herself, so she knew that it was InuYasha who had played the song for her. Just for her…

 

(A/N: I rarely put in Author's notes right in the story, because I think they are annoying, but I have to right here because I'm including a song. Blue And Yellow is properly owned by The Used, not me. I couldn't find any other song that fit better, and this one came to mind first, but what the hell.)

 

Blue And Yellow

And it's all in how you mix the two
and it starts just where the light exists
it's a feeling that you cannot miss
and it burns a hole through everyone that feels it

well you're never gonna find it
if you're looking for it
won't come your way
well you'll never find it
if you're looking for it

should've done something but I've done it enough
by the way your hands were shaking
rather waste some time with you

and you never would have thought in the end
how amazing it feels just to live again
it's a feeling that you cannot miss
it burns a hole through everyone that feels it

well you're never gonna find it
if you're looking for it
won't come your way
well you'll never find it
if you're looking for it

should've done something but I've done it enough
by the way your hands were shaking
rather waste some time with you

should've said something but I've said it enough
by the way my words were faded
rather waste some time with you

waste some time with you

[5x]

should've done something but I've done it enough
by the way your hands were shaking
rather waste my time with you

should've said something but I've said it enough
by the way my words were faded
rather waste my time with you

should've done something but I've done it enough
by the way my hands were shaking
rather waste some time with you

waste some time with you
[7x]

[whispering:]
should've done something but I've done it enough
by the way your hands were shaking
rather waste some time with you

 

Collapsing to the ground, Kagome cried. Despite the fact that she was crying tears of sadness and pain, nothing stopped her. She wailed and sobbed her eyes, but no one heard, no one saw, and no one was there to comfort her. No one ever noticed she had wept so hard that, after a while, her eyes had almost bled because there were no more tears. She cried as hard as she could, as much as she could, with no one there to notice or comfort her as she cried. No one ever knew.

 

Just the way she wanted it to be.

 

0o0-End-Flash-Back-0o0

 

From that day on, Kagome had vowed that she would not shed another single tear over InuYasha. That was just the way he always wanted it to be, each and every day without tears. And if it made InuYasha happy, then Kagome would do all she could to make sure she never cried again.

 

Glancing down at her watch, she exclaimed, "Oh, shit!" Jumping up, she ran out of the park and towards the arcade where she had told Souta to meet her after school.

 

And although she enjoyed it when her younger brother was safe an happy, she had asked him to go with a big group of friends. Which meant that she would most likely be the one to get stuck with making sure they got home alright and safe without getting beat up or mugged. Happy Day.

 

Kagome slowed down when she neared the video game arcade, catching her breath before making an entrance. Pulling open the door to the arcade, the light streamed in through the open doorway, and the kids at the nearest games gaped at her. Here she was, a beautiful teenage girl, in the land of kids who didn't get enough sun.

 

"Sis!" A voice shouted out to her through the beeping and electronical music of the games. She followed the voice to a small, dark corner where a group of small kids were seeking refuge and hiding. A group of kids that were her younger brother and his friends, to be exact. Souta beamed up at his 'cool' older sister, although Kagome noticed his gaze looking around hesitantly.

 

"Why are you guys over here in the corner?" She asked, worriedly. Frowning, she looked around to see where Souta kept glancing.

 

"W-well, we were playing on this one game… and-and—" One of Souta's friends, who Kagome didn't know started, but choked and shivered before he could finish.

 

"And this HUGE kid came, and kicked us off! He threatened to beat our guts out or something! While this other, REALLY tall guy came and just stood there stupidly!" Satoru finished for him excitedly. Blinking, Kagome realized that this was the same kid who had been in a coma, and had been haunted by his older, yet dead, sister.

 

For weeks Souta had been afraid his sister would die, knock him into a coma, and then haunt him for the rest of his artificial life, despite how many times Kagome had claimed she would never do that. It just shows how kids and their over-active Imaginations acted these days.

 

Anger surged through her as Kagome kicked into 'older-sister mode'. Demanding first where this kid was, she walked over to the video gamer playing a game next to him.

 

"Hey, who's that kid right there?" Kagome whispered in the kid's ear.

 

He trembled slightly, but whispered back. "That's Urameshi! He's the biggest punk in the whole city!" Kagome's eyes narrowed.

 

Walking over behind 'Urameshi,' Kagome observed him while he was too absorbed in his game to notice her there. He was only two or three inches taller than herself, although he was probably a year younger. He wore an all green uniform, clearly rebelling against the color code of his school. His hair was slicked back, but Kagome had a good feeling that he would look much better if it wasn't.

 

"Hey Urameshi!" She called, and he whirled around to face her.

 

But before he could see her something happened.

 

That day, Yusuke Urameshi's face met fist.

 

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I'm sorry if that chapter was very choppy and misshapen, but the reason for that is because I spent three weeks working on it, and every day I added a bit more. So there are many mixed feelings from different days.

 

So no flames, because I did my best!

 

0o0-Next-Chapter-0o0

 

Title: Red-Eyed Peeping Hiei!

 

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Kagome shouted at the figure in the tree, clutching her small towel tighter around her body.

 

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Personally, I like the title of the next chapter… I hope you do to…

The reason I killed off InuYasha is because I have a hard time believing that Kagome would be able to move on when InuYasha was still alive. So, the only way to get her move on is if InuYasha betrayed her, or if he dies. And I write enough fanfics where InuYasha betrays her, and so I thought it was time that I write one where he dies. Sorry!

 

No, he won't be coming back, but his spirit will prove some great trouble!

 

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Well, I'm sorry that I wasted your time by putting that song in, and I would've written one myself, but it's midnight, and I have to cut my hair right now, hopefully my parents are asleep and won't notice until tomorrow morning…

 

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