InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Across the Battlefield ❯ Not all are what they seem ( Chapter 4 )

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Kagome flicked back her now short hair and sighed regretfully. She new it made sense to have short hair so that it wouldn't get in her face while piloting a fighter jet but she couldn't help but feel like a part herself had, well, been cut off… literally. She also didn't think a pixie cut hair due suited her.

She looked around at her surroundings. She was on a flat take-off area, the training grounds, dormitories and mess hall where behind her while a line of brightly shining planes where ahead of her. All the planes where slender and lightweight, they looked sleek like a bird and glinted sharply from the sunlight. So brightly Kagome had to shield her eyes from the glare. All the planes where lined up neat and orderly, their noses pointing towards the sky like a flock of birds ready for lift off. Predatory birds; falcons.

Kagome shivered. She would be inside one of those very soon, she would have control of the machinery that could protect her and kill someone else. The guns that could unfold from the sides of the fighter jet, those guns could easily tear down an innocent "Southern barbarian".

"Hey Kagome! Look alive!" A familiar voice said behind her, making her jump and remember where exactly she was.

Kagome turned around, Yura was standing behind her.

"Don't want to be run over by a plane right? Not before crashing our lovely plane?" Yura said sarcastically then laughing morbidly.

"What…?" said Kagome. She was confused. Kagome had never thought Yura was the type to have a gruesome sense of humor. She looked into Yura's eyes they glittered with laughter almost with a vicious edge to it. Then noticing Kagome's open stare she shut up. Yura turned around fast and shouldered her bag. It seemed to hold her goggles, windbreaker, and extra cloths and necessities. Under it all seemed to be a small black object. As Kagome peered closer to try to figure out what it was she gasped in shock, she no longer wanted to know what it was and the sight of it chilled her to the bones. It was a gun, a small pistol to be exact.

"What is it? What's the matter?" Yura asked. She seemed to be recovered from her hysterical laughing fit and acted like nothing had happened at all. Kagome was even more confused now. Maybe it was just her imagination but she could swear that Yura's laugh and glittering eyes had been a warning. But from what? Yura had never done anything to make Kagome feel wary of her besides the military would never allow a dangerous person or a person with an unstable mind to enter the academy or be chosen for training for that matter. Then what was that pistol for(?) she had to ask herself. Self-protection was the obvious answer. Of course many people would carry one, especially in the military. Still a little voice in the back of head said, "Not all are what they seem". Kagome wondered where that saying had come from. The voice seemed so familiar. She shook her head. She shouldn't think of such things Yura was her friend and one of the only ones she had in this forlorn training ground.

"What's the matter"? Yura repeated.

Kagome thought of asking Yura why she had a pistol in her bag but decided against. Yura had a mean temper and would probably take offense from the inquiry "Nothing I'm just nervous" she was nervous. At least she was telling a half-truth.

Yura glanced at her as if she expected more. An uncomfortable silence followed. Finally breaking the silence Yura told Kagome she liked her hair.

Kagome gagged. "No you don't your just saying that to be nice." Kagome smiled uncomfortably wincing at their formal conversation.

"No, no really your hair looks great…" Yura smiled and laughed. This time her laughter was like a chiming of many bells. A ordinary laugh that had lost its dark under tone.

"Why isn't your hair cut?" Kagome asked noting that Yura's page like haircut was only slightly shorter than it had been.

"I know people who I have done favors for…" (RabidFan: Not THAT way you sickos^_^) Yura smiled secretively.

"Cheater…" Kagome grumbled and walked towards the planes losing interest in the boring conversation.

Yura followed at a slower pace than Kagome as they headed towards the silver planes. One of them would be flying them miles above the desert ground shortly and you wanted to be careful about the one you picked.

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50 years earlier

Inuyasha ran swiftly. He ignored the pain in his side and his gasping lungs. All he could think about now was that he was free. Or at least that's what it seemed.

Years ago he had been told that the legendary necklace of promise was the gods gift to his tribe. His tribe was named Ibo de Inu. Ibo meaning clan/band, de meaning of, and Inu was the name of their god the ancient god of canines, war and blood. His tribe was a warrior's tribe. A tribe that was represented by a god of war…, or the other way around.

Long ago he had been teased about his differences. When he and the children would play a game of hiding from ground dwellers. It was a game he had always wanted to play as a toddler, still young to understand the rules. The older children would play it with great gusto though and it seemed fun. The children would choose one individual to be a ground dweller or human and they would hunt or "seek" them while they all hide whispering and giggling in the bushes. The game would usually end with a shouting match over if the "ground dweller" had cheated.

Inuyasha had waited and waited for that day to come. The day he would finally be able to play with the older children, he had longed for it so much it had become an obsession. So when his turn finally came to play he had been overjoyed. He would play anything they asked him to as long as he played. So when the children asked him over and over again if he would be the ground dweller he didn't care. But finally he became bored of the task when he grew older and asked if he could be a "hider" for once. The group of children had erupted in a fit of laughter and told him he didn't look the part. Later when he had asked the Child Watcher what the children had meant the Watcher had just told him that he looked like a ground dweller in some aspects. That night Inuyasha cried himself to sleep for the first time. Not because he looked like a ground dweller but because the Child Watcher had told him it was best if he didn't play that game.

Now Inuyasha understood what it was to be different, he new it too well.

He ran quickly. To quickly for any human but he wasn't human he was a Southern barbarian also known as Youkai. This was the swiftest he had ever run partly from nerves and partly from joy. He had finally stolen the Necklace of Promise from the ground dweller human priestess that protected it. The traitorous bitch. He growled a deep guttural growl in his throat as he thought of her. She had been sent by ground dwellers to "take care" or rather steel the necklace of Promise from his tribe and now that he had finally got it HE was the thief. I did not matter though he had, she didn't that's what really mattered. Besides she couldn't take it from him he was sure he was miles away from her and the human pioneering village by now and beside he was almost a third claw. A third claw was Ibo de Inu youkai that had completed all three steps of his training and Inuyasha was almost a third. He couldn't wait to get the third claw, to flaunt it proudly to all his idiot, sneering peers. The third claw had become another one of his obsessions. It was one other thing that would help him fit in, one other that would prove he was of value. He glared at a tree he ran past, directing all his frustration to the poor thing.

"INUYASHA!" A voice full of pure hatred called out behind him. A voice accompanied by a sound of whistling wind.

The arrow struck him hard in the square of his back and he flipped over so that he could see who was attacking him. That was when the second arrow, this time spelled, caught in the chest and caught and pinned him to the tree he had previously glaring.

A petite woman with the cloths of a ground dweller priestess stood behind him. Angry wide black eyes looked up at him, a swirl of emotions crossed them as the priestess looked at him. Her face was grim, her jaw set.

"How dare you." she whispered, more to herself than him.

His eyes began to flutter as he tried desperately to stay awake. He knew that if he fell asleep with this enchanted arrow stuck to him he would not wake up again. He sighed feeling the tree that he had fallen against creak slightly from his weight. Wasn't it ironic he should die on the very tree he had cursed a few seconds ago?

He looked at the small but regal priestess under him and felt a stab of emotion sink into his heart. His eyes slowly fluttered close as he resigned himself to his fate. "Not all are what they seem" was his last thought before he lost consciousness.

He did not see the priestess Kikyo fall over or the blood dripping down from the deep gash on her shoulder. He also did not hear her last wish to her sister: that the Necklace of promise should forever be destroyed…

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