InuYasha Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ This Modern Love ❯ Red-Eyed Peeping Hiei ( Chapter 4 )

Welcome to the fourth chapter of This Modern Love. To tell you the truth, I named this story after one of my favorite songs, and it will make sense later on, when I explain it in someone's thoughts. You'll just have to wait till then.

 

To make a few points:

 

One: Thank you for all of the reviews and to all the people who voted so far!

 

Two: To answer all of your questions, here. If I were to turn Kagome into a demon, then she would be an inu-youkai. Reasons at end of chapter.

 

Three: Well, this isn't a point, but a question.

 

To ones who want Kagome demon: Would you stop reading if I kept Kagome human?

 

To ones who want Kagome human: Would you stop reading if I turned Kagome demon?

 

Four: Voting doesn't end until further on in the story.

 

Five: No offense, but I'm leaning towards the human Kagome, only because I don't want this story to be like any other story with KurKag. I want this story to be unique, well liked, and popular for what it is.

 

Sorry to waste your time, read and review. Enjoy!

 

 

 

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0o0-Red-Eyed—Peeping-Hiei-0o0

 

 

Clutching my cure

I tightly lock the door

I try to catch my breath again

I hurt much more

Than anytime before

I had no options left again

 

Breaking The Habit, by Linkin Park

 

 

 

Kagome smirked as she heard the satisfying crunch that meant her victim's nose had broken. It wasn't often that she planted a sincerely true punch in someone's face, but when her fist was really stuck into someone's nose like it was now, she knew this was what it felt like when demons went on a killing spree. Except that this wasn't a killing spree.

 

Earlier, as in right before her fist made its way into his face, she had felt the power that this Urameshi kid held. It was slightly demonic, hinting of demonic heritage in the bloodlines, but there was another energy. All humans had spirit energy, just some had more than others.

 

Take herself, for example. She had more spirit energy because she was a miko, and all her spirit energy was completely pure. The purest miko in the history of the world; that was what she was. Even more pure than Kikyo. And she could hold that against the undead miko and InuYasha, but being the pure miko she was, she did not.

 

There was no way that Kagome could do something as horrible as that to an innocent person. Well, Kikyo wasn't that innocent, having tried to kill Kagome plenty of times and trying to get InuYasha to either come to hell with her or wish her back alive. Well, there was that one time when she actually did kill Kagome, but all that was said and done, no point in thinking back upon it.

 

InuYasha could be blamed just as easily, as well, because of everything he had done; every crime he had committed. The hanyou had deteriorated the young miko for as long as the two had known each other, and it just wasn't nice. Always comparing her to Kikyo, complaining, everything. But she couldn't hold it against him.

 

Never in her life would Kagome hold it against him or Kikyo that she was more pure, a better miko than Kikyo had ever been. And although InuYasha would never admit it, and Kikyo would never state it, they had both known that Kagome was more pure than Kikyo, and stronger. They had been scared at the time.

 

Bringing up memories of the Feudal era, InuYasha, and Kikyo, Kagome now curiously wondered where the undead miko had wandered off to. It would be hard to imagine that she had survived all these years into the future, but since the undead miko was just that, undead, she wouldn't age. Not like a youkai, who slowly aged, Kikyo just never grew a year older.

 

A growl alerted Kagome to take her head out of the clouds and push all those thoughts back into her head until later. She looked at the face in which her fist was embedded. Her electric blue eyes stared into deep brown ones as both pairs hardened.

 

Although she had just broken his nose - for all you who want to know in how many places, it was three -, it would most likely heal within the next two to three days. Like said before, Yusuke Urameshi was not a normal human. It would take a few weeks at least for a normal human nose to heal, but his would heal much, much sooner than that. And it was all thanks to the demonic blood that ran through his veins.

 

Sticky blood slowly dripped out of Yusuke's nose and down his face in small streams, running over his mouth and chin. They dribbled down his neck and stained his all-green uniform. As if that had never happened. Except, most of the time, it was usually someone else's blood, instead of his.

 

How he always got the bloodstains out, know one knows.

 

When Kagome had first shouted his name out in the musty darkness of the video game arcade, every single kid had stopped to stare at them. And when they had seen Kagome's fist head straight for his face, they had all cringed, the ones closer to the pair moving far away. No one would want to be on the receiving line of Urameshi's anger right then.

 

He growled again, and stretched back his fist and prepared to slam it into the girl's face, like she had done to him. Although he hated to admit it, that had actually hurt. Not as bad as most of the demons that had punched his face before, but definitely a large amount of pain. His nose stung badly, and he knew it was broken.

 

As his hand surged forward, destined to hit it's target: Kagome's face, it was stopped inches away. Small, skinny fingers surrounded his hand as it brought his fist down abruptly, sending him hurtling to the ugly red-carpeted floor of the arcade. Kuwabara yelped as someone slammed him down on top of Yusuke, knocking him unconscious and rendering Yusuke's attempts to get up useless.

 

Slowly Kagome turned, and walked away from the two - well, one conscious one - on the floor. Yusuke watched as her long, creamy legs sauntered towards the door that led out of the arcade, watching as her hips swayed side-to-side, innocently seductive. For the third time in two minutes, he growled, realizing that he had just been beat. By a girl who had the nicest legs he had ever seen, although he hated to admit it.

 

Kagome had left already, but one kid had stayed. Yusuke recognized him as one of the kids he had kicked off the video game he had been trying to play, when he was so rudely interrupted by receiving a strong fist in his face. Let's just call it an early birthday present.

 

"And that, folks, is why you don't mess with the one who saved my life, my guardian angel, and my hero, Kagome Higurashi!" Satoru cried, his fist striking the air.

 

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When they had seen her fist head straight for Urameshi's face, Souta and his friends had hightailed it out of there as fast as they possible could have. Running as fast as she could, Kagome caught up with the boys a few streets down when they had run out of breath.

 

The first thing she noticed was that the happy demeanor of Satoru wasn't bouncing around and scaring the others. Which meant that he had just keeled over, dead with lack of breath from running, or wasn't there. Hoping it was the latter, Kagome looked around, and noticed - with relief - that he wasn't there. Which meant that he was back at the video game arcade, stuck there with Urameshi. It wasn't that she thought Satoru couldn't handle himself, she was just scared that the Urameshi kid would pound him in for being in an alliance with someone who had just whipped his butt.

 

Meaning, if you were someone 'in alliance with someone who had just whipped his but,' meant that there was a chance that he would go after him. Now, in actuality, Yusuke would never do that, to a kid especially. For Kami's sake, he had died in order to save a kid's life. But did Kagome know that? No. She had thought that this big punk had pushed her brother off his video game turn, and so she had done the most rational thing that had come to mind at the time.

 

Now, this wasn't the Kagome we know and love. The Kagome we know is one that couldn't usually fight besides her bow and arrow, or her purifying powers. She was supposed to be too pure to punch someone, mean to her younger brother or not. But it had come as instinct to fight or flight, and flight was not an option.

 

Even though she didn't know about it, she was the coolest thing that they had ever seen, in Souta's friend's eyes. She was their hero, the 'cool older sister' that would come to her brother's side in a matter of seconds, no matter how much trouble she was in at the time. And even though she hadn't known it, Kagome wouldn't have wanted to appear as a wimp in front of anyone, even if it was only an eleven year old.

 

That was not an option. Kagome had been through much worse, having been kidnapped - thinking back upon it - more than ten times. Or, so she thought it was. But that was off topic. She had been beat up and pounced on, and bled so many times through so many different wounds, that it was nothing new.

 

Been through all of that. She had been threatened, had had so many near-death encounters that she was now able to predict everything, making it so nothing was unexpected. There was no longer anything anywhere close to a surprise, since she had expected it. Not that it mattered anymore.

 

There was nothing in then future that could hurt her anymore.

 

No portals to suck her into different worlds.

 

No people to yell at her for not being good enough.

 

No ache from seeing the death of a loved companion.

 

No more demons to inflict wounds upon her already scarred body.

 

No new love to hurt her more than she was pained already.

 

Or so she thought.

 

How could she predict that there was something out there? How could she know that there was so much more pain here than that of the past? How could she know anything, even if it was predicted?

 

Easy. Kagome foretold things with her mind. To see the real future, though, she would have to see ahead into the future with the one thing she never wanted to use again. The one thing that had betrayed her so many times, that kept the pain she held deep inside her, not allowing her to let go.

 

She would have to foretell with her heart.

 

0o0o0o0o0

 

Later, after she scolded Souta and his friends for running away from her at a time like that, they all went home. And, as she had thought so before, it had been up to Kagome to walk them all home. After a while, and to everyone's relief, Satoru had jogged up with a huge grin plastered to his face. And when Souta had asked why, he just brushed it off by shaking his head, the grin, if it was possible, just growing bigger.

 

Sighing, Kagome lay her head down on her soft pillow, relishing the tranquility that washed over her. It had taken a whole two hours to walk everyone home, and then she had had to do homework, and eat dinner, and take a bath. Well, she hadn't minded to bath. The warm water always soothed her, running over her body in streams that washed away all of the bad thoughts.

 

There was no doubt that, even though it would only be her second day, tomorrow would be filled with just as much, if not more, excitement. Kagome knew from experience that when one day was filled with peace, the next day would always come with battles or war. Like calm before the storm.

 

'It always rains before it storms.' Kagome thought, thinking back upon an old quote, before sleep claimed her chaos-stricken mind, and the darkness overtook her, as she was too tired to fight back.

 

0o0o0o0o0

 

Kagome yawned and stretched her arms above her head, the sunlight streaming through the windows and into her room in large beams. Literally rolling out of bed, and slowly making her way towards her dresser, Kagome reached out and grabbed her school uniform from where she had placed it the night before.

 

Her movements sluggish and unhurried, she pulled the shirt over her head, and the skirt up her legs to where it was supposed to go. Pulling her socks on and sliding into her shoes, Kagome walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, where breakfast was being made for her.

 

"Good morning!" Her mother called cheerfully, a little bit too happy for that early in the morning. Her younger brother stumbled down the stairs, rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out.

 

"Good morning!" Their mother called again. Souta grunted in reply, and Kagome giggled like the schoolgirl she was.

 

After eating a nutritious breakfast, the two made their way out of the kitchen and into the living room to where their backpacks were waiting patiently for them. How… comforting to have your backpack wait for you… after all, that's the only life for a backpack, besides Kagome's old one, which jumped down a well every now and then.

 

Walking down the street towards where their schools were, the two siblings idly chatted about the weather, schoolwork, or new friends. Even though Souta was only eleven, he knew what it was like to act older than his age. When Kagome had been gone in the Feudal era, he was the one that had taken over the household. Although, we can hardly call managing the video games as taking over the household.

 

But that was how he understood his sister's cautiousness at meeting new people, about how she always checked them out before actually making the friendship, not like her normal self. Kagome, on the other hand, had herself convinced that it was a normal precaution that people always take. Souta always thought differently.

 

'It's all those demons she had to fight.'

 

"Hey sis," Souta started carefully, not knowing how to approach the situation. They both stopped, and his older sister turned to face him.

 

"Yeah, Souta?" Kagome asked uncertainly, uncertain at seeing the nervousness in her younger brother's eyes. Was something deeply bothering him so much, that it left an imprint in his eyes?

 

"About… yesterday…" Oh. That. She relaxed slightly, and sent him a small smile.

 

"I'm sorry that you had to see me punch him, but it was necess-"

 

"No! It's not that. That part was cool. It's just, that was the second time…" She stared at him fixedly, not understanding. Second time, what was he talking about?

 

"Second time…" Kagome repeated, testing the words on her tongue, as if speaking them aloud would actually allow her to comprehend better.

 

"Yeah… the second time you had to save me from someone." Souta spoke quietly, gazing down at his feet as if they were the most interesting thing in the world at the moment. From experience she knew that he was just avoiding looking into her eyes.

 

"Don't worry about it, Souta! It was just-"

 

"No! You don't understand! It doesn't matter that you saved me twice, it's just the fact that you had to! I couldn't stand up to them myself! I'm not as strong as you, or as strong as InuYasha! When the time comes, I won't be able to save myself." He yelled, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. His long bangs covered his eyes, and Kagome couldn't see the small tears that dripped out of his eyes.

 

"Souta-" He interrupted for the third time.

 

"And when you have to rush to save me again, you'll end up risking someone else's life for mine, even if it's your own. I don't want that to happen, Kagome!" A bell rung in the distance, and before she could reply, Souta rushed off into his school, leaving no room for further discussion.

 

'I can't let anyone see my tears.' He stated firmly, walking down the plain white hall that led to his classroom. Stopping at the bathroom to splash some cold water one his eyes to wash away the signs of tears, he heard the bell ring again. Right now, though, he didn't care if he was late anymore.

 

Someone entered the bathroom, and Souta tried to wipe away each red streak on his cheeks, trying to hide the fact that he had been crying. The young eleven-year-old boy didn't want anyone to know that he had been crying, that he had a weakness. He would be strong until they realized he was weak.

 

"Souta?" A soft voice called out, and someone gingerly lay a soft hand on his shoulder. Turning around, the young boy saw it was his one and only best friend, Satoru.

 

"Is something wrong?" He asked, but Souta shook his head.

 

"No. I'm fine, just felt ill for a moment." Satoru nodded, and together the two walked out of the bathroom and down the hall towards their class, each thinking about what had just occurred.

 

'Why won't he tell me what's wrong?'

 

'Does he think I'm weak?'

 

0o0o0o0o0

 

Leisurely, Kagome and Suka took their time walking down the hall, heading towards the front doors that led outside of the building, or where they had decided to take their lunch hour. They chose a large tree near the fence that encircled the school to sit under, and enjoyed the shade.

 

"So. What's on your mind?" Suka asked after a while, seeing Kagome pick at her lunch. Said girl in question looked up at Suka, her soft eyes clouded.

 

"Hm?" She asked after a while, and Suka repeated the question.

 

"Nothing… nothing important." Kagome snapped in reply, her gaze falling back upon her salad. The other girl rolled her eyes and rested her hands on her hips. Never before had Kagome noticed that the nails on Suka's hands had been sharpened to look like claws, painted red in indication of blood.

 

"Nothing my ass. I can tell you're thinking about something, I just know it." The older girl countered, poking a sharp-nailed finger towards Kagome. Their eyes met, and Kagome knew that Suka would not let the topic go.

 

"I was just thinking about… my ex-boyfriend." She sighed, and stabbed at her salad once more, spinning the greens around.

 

"So, what about him? No boyfriend deserves that much deep though, especially an ex one." Suka declared, and Kagome smiled a bit.

 

"No, he wasn't really a boyfriend, if that helps the matter."

 

"Oh… you mean, you loved-"

"Yeah. But he's gone now, and I can't get him back." Kagome finished for her, and pushed her salad away. It was rotten smelling anyways.

 

"Pff! Don't worry, he'll realize that he loves you too, and dump that bitch that stole him. I swear he'll come running back into your arms with crying eyes…" Suka stopped herself at the end, seeing the sadness of her friend's posture and the bright tears form in her eyes.

 

"No. He's never coming back. He can't. He's dead." Kagome told her, and stood up. She walked away from the tree, throwing her salad container away on the way, ignoring her as the girl called after her. When she turned the corner around the school, she broke into a run and ran towards the back of the school, where there was more room to just sit and think.

 

Before Kagome reached the back of the school, though, she ran straight into someone's chest, and fell down onto her behind. She vaguely felt someone pull her to feet, but blood red seeped into her vision when another high-pitched voice shouted at her.

 

"Hey! That girl looks like that Lady Kikyo from the book!"

 

0o0o0o0o0

 

That day in history class, they had learned about the legend of the Shikon Not Tama, and the people who had protected it. There was something said about the famous group of shard hunters, and the legendary miko, Lady Kikyo. There had been two half-demons, one on the light side, and one on the dark side. One named InuYasha, and the other named Naraku.

 

Kurama knew what demons could do, and how many innocent people they could slaughter without a second thought. So when the time came that he heard the teacher talking about how many people the demon named Naraku had killed, how many people he had tortured, shivers went down his spine.

 

It didn't help that Youko, who had woken up at the name of the Shikon No Tama, was correcting everything the teacher said to Kurama, the corrections even more gruesome than the original tale. Apparently the writers of the history book they were reading had neglected to state a few facts the original record of the legend stated.

 

The other classmates had giggled at the incredulous thought of demons. Like demons ever could, or ever did exist. The only one that seemed to be paying any great amount of attention was Kurama, who they knew just wanted to get good grades, and two girls who wanted to show off to the redheaded boy that they were smart, too. In reality, though, they just wanted to show off.

 

It was hard, though, considering they didn't have enough brain cells to convince even the stupidest person of their fake intelligence.

 

So absorbed in the legend of the Shikon No Tama, Kurama didn't notice the time had slipped by until the bell rang. Snapping the history book shut, the teacher smiled as the class made their way out of the room and outside, where they would spend their lunch break.

 

Slipping out back, hoping to be unnoticed, Kurama tried to escape the wrath of mobbing fan girls by going out the side door, which led out towards the back of the school. No such luck, apparently, since he noticed faint giggling behind him. It was the two who had followed him last time yesterday, Asuka, and Tomoyo. How they hadn't torn the other apart already, he had not a single clue.

 

"Shuichi-kun! What another surprise to see you here, we were just going this way to avoid the lunch time rush!" Asuka screeched, her bright painted lips twisting into a smile. Tomoyo, although rather slowly, walked out behind her, smirking at Kurama.

 

"Hello." Kurama replied, although it was only out of the politeness his mother had raised him with. If it were really up to Youko, both girls would have been insulted already, and Kurama would be far, far away from them. Maybe trying to find the girl from yesterday, that had run away from them.

 

'It was quite strange to have a girl, runaway, from US.' Youko thought furiously, knowing that Kurama was too busy concentrating on how to get away from the two girls to notice his thoughts.

 

He tried to get away, again, but was unsuccessful as they followed him as he made his way towards the front of the school, walking around the corners at a brisk pace that he hoped the two girls would not be able to keep up with. Once again, Lady Luck was not on his side as they followed him, even though they had to awkwardly skip to keep up with his pace.

 

Kurama looked back at them, and they smiled, well, one smirked, when something slammed into his chest, knocking the breath from him. With a noise that sounded in relation to 'oof' was heard, and Kurama looked down to see he had knocked someone over. Quickly, and apologizing profusely, he pulled the girl he had knocked over to her feet.

 

"Hey! That girl looks like that Lady Kikyo from the book!" Asuka shouted, not realizing she had spoken aloud. Once again, tears appeared in Kagome's eyes, and she ran away as fast as she had appeared.

 

Shock ran through Kurama as he tried to comprehend at what happened right in front of him just moments ago. A girl had just showed up, making her entrance by running into his chest, and he had helped her up. Then he had realized that it was the girl Youko had been urging him to find. And when Asuka had commented, although slightly air-headedly, that she looked like Lady Kikyo from the books, a strained look of hurt washed over her face, and tears had sprung into her eyes.

 

'GO WHILE YOU STILL CAN!' Youko shouted at him, and Kurama turned and ran after Kagome, leaving two very confused girls behind, one hitting the other - ("What happened?" "You idiot! Why did you say that?" " What did I say?") - and the other acting just as air headed as usual.

 

The redheaded teenaged boy followed Kagome's trail until he found her sitting on a bench that was on the edge of the pond behind the school. The whole area was secluding, and mainly people only came here in pairs, to make out. But it was barely fun or romantic here in the middle of the day, and so the two were left there in privacy.

 

Walking up to her, he sat on the bench next to the girl, gazing intently at her tear-streaked face. Her bright blue eyes were red and puffy from the crying, and her face was propped up on her hands, elbows on knees. The hem of her skirt was slightly dirty from falling on the ground, but other than that she was perfectly clean.

 

"I hate people who say I look like her. I hate it." She spoke softly, still gazing out at the pond. He was startled, to say the least.

 

And as he gently gazed at her more deeply, Kurama found he had nothing to say.

 

Not that he didn't want to say anything, and not that he didn't want to comfort her. Oh, quite the contrary, he did. How badly he just wanted to reach out and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. He had never actually seen her smile, but he believed that if she did, that it could shock a raging battle into stopping with its wonderful, happy brightness.

 

Mouth opening and closing with every thought of what he could say, Kurama looked to Youko for help with a situation with this. If it wasn't enough that he didn't know her, he actually didn't know how to comfort her, either. But a surprise besting all other surprises almost stunned him to death. Youko was calm and quiet, slowly calculating the situation, but had nothing to say.

 

"… -" Just as Kurama was about to attempt to say something, even if it wasn't as comforting as possible, a large raindrop landed on his head. To be followed by another, and another, and another, until it was raining. The shower was light, but that didn't mean that they weren't soaked. Soon enough, though, they were.

 

"Rain…" Kagome whispered quietly, and brought her gaze up to the sky.

 

There was a reason she had run away from Suka and her probing questions. Lately, InuYasha had been disappearing more and more. Kagome had gazed at the figure of them for hours the other day, and was surprised to see that the color had moved up to her shins. And yesterday, it had risen even more. That was the part that had scared Kagome.

 

She had choked back a cry, and it turned into a whimper as she grabbed the figure off the nightstand, where she had placed it. It had been burning with an unidentified source of warmth, the room had been quite chilly at the time. Although it was strange, she had crewed her eyes shut, and tried to squeeze all the forgotten and sad memories back inside of her.

 

It had worked, as everything had came surging back inside of her.

 

But gaining so many memories at one time is not ever a good thing. They tore at her emotional barrier until finally Kagome had screamed out in pain, and collapsed on her bed. She had lay there for a moment, her eyes blurry and unfocused, as each memory ran over her mind once again. Then she had gotten up, the memories in her mind fresh, but sealed over, and taken her bath. As Kagome had continued on through the night, gradually she had forgotten about it, until today when Suka had asked about it.

 

Kagome had been on the verge of an emotional breakdown when she had run away from her friend, but she just set off when that girl, Asuka, had said that she had resembled Kikyo. As if missing her first love wasn't enough, they had to bring up the one that had caused her so much emotional pain, and the one that had killed her.

 

In her opinion, the rain worked just as the water of her bath did. It would run over her body, and wash away the fears, the bad thoughts, anything that she was thinking about. Today, all youkai were just lucky that they hadn't been in the area at the time when Asuka insulted Kagome, since they would have been purified instantly with the purifying waves of rage that had poured off her.

 

How Kurama had managed this far without any severe purifying burns, or was actually not purified out of existence yet, was beyond our knowledge.

 

"I'm sorry that I ran into you." Kagome was the one to speak again. It seemed that Kurama could just not find the right words to say. Or, he was scared that if he said something, it would get mangled and come out as 'wet… rain… yeah…'. Or, that's what Youko was afraid of it coming out as, since he stayed quiet inside Shuichi's head. He wouldn't want to ruin his chances with this girl (although Shuichi stated that he was not attracted to her whatsoever.)

 

"Yeah…" Was all he managed to get out without messing up. It wasn't that he was so stunned with her beauty that he couldn't talk. No, it was just… he had never before comforted… a girl.

 

Kagome turned her head to face him, and granted him a large smile. "I really am sorry." She twisted her hair and rung the water out, despite the fact that more would collect in it moments later. "I was just - never mind. My name is Kagome. Higurashi Kagome."

 

"Minamino Shuichi." He replied, bowing slightly, though it was hard, considering they were sitting on a bench, in the rain, by a pond, introducing themselves…

 

"Once again I'm sorry that I ran away before we could introduce ourselves yesterday, Mr. Minamino, but I really had to go and pick up my brother before he walked home alone." She smiled again, and Kurama felt himself relaxing as well.

 

"That's quite alright, I apologize for startling you, Miss Higurashi." He smiled as well.

 

"Please call me Kagome."

 

"Please call me Shuichi." They stated simultaneously.

 

The pair lapsed into a moment of silence, turning away from each other and looking towards the sky as the rain fell. The soft plink of the rain as it hit the surface water of the large pond in front of them was the only noise besides the soft sound of the precipitation hitting the ground.

 

"I don't hate them." Kagome muttered, breaking the few minutes of silence. Kurama looked over at her inquiringly, and she smiled again.

 

"Earlier I said I hate them. I don't. I can't possibly hate anything at all, unless it's someone like Naraku." She explained. Once she realized her mistake, her eyes widened, and she prepared to explain, once again.

 

"So you had history already as well? Yes, that Naraku fellow seems like a bastard, now, doesn't he?" It took a moment for Kagome to register in her mind what he had just said. Blinking, her gaze settled on his face.

 

"Uh… um… Yes?" She hoped he didn't notice the statement turn into a question at the end, and hoped that it was the right answer.

 

"Although, the legend of the Shikon No Tama that the history books have is very… vague." He recalled, and Kagome nodded. She too had had history that morning, but had forgotten about the tale. After all, it wasn't like she actually needed to listen to it again. We all know why.

 

"It seems they left all the violence out," She snickered. "and if I know correctly, which I think I do, then all of the sub-characters were not named Michi. No one in the original legend was."

 

"Oh? And how would you know so clearly? Although it is strange that everyone besides Lady Kikyo, InuYasha the half-demon, and the evil guy Naraku, was named Michi…" Kurama bantered.

 

"I uh… my shrine is the uh… base of the legend, you could say," Kagome stuttered, hoping that Shuichi didn't catch her nervousness or error. She was only half as lucky. Shuichi didn't catch her error or nervousness. But Youko did. Relaying this information to Shuichi and Kurama, they all decided not to pester her on it.

 

"You live at a shrine?" He asked, sincere curiousness laced into his voice.

 

"Yes. Higurashi Shrine, or the Sunset Shrine." Kagome sighed then, and stood up.

 

"Well, I have to go. I'm sorry for knocking you over and making you follow me, but I really have to get back now." With that she walked away, not bothering to look back at Kurama as he sat on the bench and watched her walk away from him once again, shocked.

 

"Now to apologize to Suka." She mumbled aloud to herself, not aware that Kurama could hear her words as he watched her disappear around the side of the school.

 

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Jumping from tree to tree, Hiei remembered the conversation he had had with the ruler of the Spirit World just a few minutes ago.

 

"There has been a strange energy signal popping up on the radar lately. Earlier, it had just been popping in and out of existence, and so we couldn't trace it. But now it's back, and much more stronger. There's a strange spirit aura with it, so watch out." Koenma spoke, waving his arms in the air to accentuate his point.

 

"Hn. Why not the detective, or the fox?" Hiei asked, clearly annoyed.

 

"Because. They have homework." Hiei almost sweat-dropped at the excuse.

 

His advanced senses trained to find the smallest ounce of energy, the apparition followed his senses north, where they eventually led him to a small shrine. Following the strong aura, he was led up towards the second floor, to a window of what seemed to be a small room. Just as he was about to hop off and find the energy somewhere else, the door of the room opened, and a teenaged girl walked in, a towel the only thing gracing her body at the moment.

 

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It had taken only a few minutes to explain to Suka about the situation, until their quick friendship was completely healed over. At the time, Kagome had actually felt some of her scared feelings ease away at the thought that she would have someone other than just her mother to confront her and talk about all of these feelings. As she looked at the figure now, though, she saw that they had indeed been drawn away from her other turmoiled thoughts, and now the color was at her ankles.

 

Letting the warm water of the bath wash over her, Kagome sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. She was tired, and felt dirty from being in the rain so long. Of course her mother had dropped off a dry uniform for her to change into at school, but she hadn't been able to properly wash her hair until now.

 

'Where are you, InuYasha? I heard you yesterday when you dropped the book between Mr. Minamino and I, but where had you been before that?' Kagome was truthfully worried now.

 

'I sense your aura less and less, InuYasha, and it scares me. Are you going to disappear forever, leaving me behind? Don't leave me behind, InuYasha, please don't leave me behind…'

 

Pulling herself out of the soothing heat of the water, she stepped out of the tub and looked around for a towel. Growling, she grabbed the only clean towel in the room, which was just plain white, but very small. It didn't cover anything besides her 'coverables,' and for those it did just barely. Oh well. She was only walking to her room, after all.

 

Skipping to her room, Kagome took pleasure in the fact that no one was home, and that she as free to make as much sound as she possibly wanted, as long as it didn't scare the pants - although where he would get pants, we do not know - off of Buyo. Which meant, give him a piece of cheese and then blast your ears off with music, because he won't hear you.

 

The teenaged miko exhaled deeply, and rung the water out of her hair as she skipped into her room, not bothering to close the door behind her. Who was there to see besides Buyo? The only living thing in the house besides herself and Buyo was a strange fungus that seemed to live under Souta's bed… but she didn't want to get into that now.

 

Once again skipping, Kagome hopped over towards her dresser, where she pulled out a pair of underwear, and a plain pajama shirt. Just as she was about to drop the towel, something in the window caught her attention, and she turned towards it. Only to scream her lungs off, though.

 

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

 

A small, faint, pink line appeared on Hiei's face as he was caught red-handed - well, more like red-eyed at watching her dress. He hadn't actually meant to see her, he had just been following orders to find the energy and report back to Koenma about it.

 

"Hn." He said, shaking it off, and jumping into her room through the open window. "I have to take you to Koenma." He stated, and she blushed. Here they were, a strange, unidentified demon in a teenage girl's room, her with only a towel on. He reached out to grab her, but she jumped away.

 

That was when the games began.

 

A strange force seemed to attach itself to Kagome, and she was pulled out of the demon's reach as it lunged for her. She was amazed at the startling speed of the demon, but was even more stunned to see that it couldn't catch her, only because she was going as fast as it.

 

The unidentified force pulled Kagome towards the window, which was open, and tossed her out. Before she could hit the ground, though, the same invisible force pulled her sideways, so she landed on her feet. The other demon jumped out of the room as well, landing just a few feet from herself.

 

Screaming as the demon sprung at her, and Kagome was pulled away from it once again. Screwing her eyes shut as she was pulled farther and farther away from her shrine, and faster and faster towards an unknown destination, she felt the sting of the bitter fall air nip at her almost bare body. A blush appeared on her face, and not just from being in the cold, either.

 

Opening her eyes just a bit, though, the young miko saw the red-eyed demon chasing her at full speed, and saw his hand reach down to slowly pull out his katana. Her eyes widened even more as she saw the sickening shine of the demon's sword, afraid of what it could do to her.

 

She immediately regretted opening her eyes as the harsh wind whipped past her, making her bright eyes water. Her head spun as the indistinguishable force sped up, and Hiei had to run faster to catch up. Just as she felt the air at he sides almost rip deep cuts into her skin, everything stopped.

 

When her eyes had opened, Kagome had realized that the force that had been carrying her away from the unknown demon had stopped, and so had the unidentified demon. It would have been fine for them to stop, Kagome would have enjoyed the fact that the harsh winds were no longer biting at her almost bare body. She would have been thankful… if it weren't for the fact that they were in the middle of a street.

 

The demon lunged at her, and the unknown force tossed her aside, although not too gently. Her skin scraped against the hard gravel of the busy road, and instantly Kagome was relieved that no cars had run her over. It seemed that they had been stopped in the middle of a huge, busy street with towering buildings on each side, only because the unknown demon had caught up with them.

 

Bouncing back to her feet she tried to pull the towel tighter around her body, trying to shield her body from the coldness, and from the prying eyes of the spectators. Meanwhile, the strange, invisible force that had pulled her out of reach from the red-eyed demon that had been chasing her, was currently fighting with said red-eyed demon.

 

The surrounding crowd that had gathered without Kagome's notice clapped and cheered and gasped in awe as Hiei and an unseen force raged in battle, slashing and attacking with a clash of swords, one glistening in the light, while the other was just… invisible. Kagome gasped as the invisible thing was forced back by a large slash of Hiei's sword, and hit the wall of a nearby innocent building, breaking it open.

 

Suddenly, a cry was heard, and three large blasts of light appeared out of nowhere, racing towards Hiei at an astounding speed. They ripped at the ground as they traveled over it, breaking apart the hard pavement as though it was only wet paper.

 

From so much experience, of course Kagome immediately knew what the three blasts of light were.

 

Hiei panted as the light subsided, and was brought down to his knees. Luckily, he had avoided getting hit by the explosions of light by jumping out of the way, but just the enormous energy of the blasts had brought him down. The over-powering aura made his breaths come in short gasps, and he knew that there was no chance he could continue on in this one fight.

 

'Need… more… train…' He thought, before he finally collapsed to the ground in an unconscious heap.

 

"Damn! What the hell happened he - WHY THE HELL IS THIS BITCH HERE?" A voice called from the side. Kagome glanced up, to see the one person she really did not want to see at the this time. Yusuke Urameshi.

 

"Who are you calling bitch, you donkey!" Kagome called back, her anger getting the best of her.

 

"Why you -" Yusuke was about to rush over and pound Kagome into the ground, when a voice interrupted.

 

"Miko."

 

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I know for a fact that there's a lot of Linkin Park fans out there! They may not be reading this story, but I've seen about thirty profiles that say 'LINKIN PARK ROCKS MY SOCKS!'. They are a good band; not my favorite, but good, none the less.

 

Am I really evil? I'm sorry. Well, I dare you to guess who it is! And, please send in your ideas for little happenings.

 

So far, I have the whole outline of this story, like major events, and some small happenings, but please send in your ideas.

 

 

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"I am not a wench! Nor am I InuYasha's! My name is simply Kagome. Kagome Higurashi."

 

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Thank you all for the reviews! I'm sorry that I didn't update soon enough, but the more reviews, the faster I update, I swear!

 

The reason Kagome would be an inu-youkai, like InuYasha or Sesshomaru, would be because earlier, InuYasha's wish was 'I wish… that Kagome was strong enough to survive through her death…'. That means, that I'll either give her InuYasha's blood, making her a full inu-youkai, or just increase her miko powers by say… oh, I don't know, maybe ten to one hundred fold?

 

Oh well, if you have any questions, please feel free to E-mail me, and I'll answer as soon as I can.

 

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