InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Could This Get Any Worse? ❯ The Dinner ( Chapter 2 )

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The two women stared, unsure of what to do or say. Was the other an enemy? They couldn’t be for sure, at any moment the other could attack. Kagome, taking a deep breath, decided to make the first move. She walked right by the other girl, going straight for the shaking form of the vampire kit. His red tail twitched nervously from side to side, watching her approach with a noble air around her. His green eyes widened in an instant, he knew who she was.

“You’re...you’re...you’re the last of...of...of...of the young sav...,” the small kit tried to say, but was quickly cut off by Kagome’s hand being placed over his small mouth.

“Shhhhh, do you know what trouble my family would be in if they knew,” Kagome scolded quietly, hoping the girl behind her would not hear.

Nodding his head, she let go of his mouth, smiling fondly down at the small creature who they had just saved from an untimely doom. Smiling, she stuck out her hand, shaking the kit’s clawed one, and reassuring him silently that all would be well.

“My name’s Shippo,” he whispered out, looking away, his face flushed with bashfulness.

“My name’s Kagome,” she told him, and lifting him up into her arms, she hugged him fondly, not wanting him to be scared any longer.

With him in her arms, Kagome walked to the still stunned girl, her face pale, as if wondering whether it would be wise to run or not. Her brown eyes were wide with fright, as if she actually knew what Kagome was, which, maybe she did. Smiling friendly, Kagome tried to ease the growing tension, but it didn’t seem to help in the least.

“Hi, I’m Kagome, and this little cutie is Shippo,” Kagome cooed the last part, adoring the four-year-old she held in her clutches.

“You’re, the . . . the . . . one. I mean, one of . . . of . . . the ones,” the girl stuttered, completely amazed as she stared at the one, the legend, the one the prophecy had predicted would come.

“Yes, I am, I guess my reputation precedes me,” Kagome joked, and pulled the girl to her feet, who had fallen in astonishment. “Now, you are in no condition to go off by yourself, so, you will come with me, and before you say anything, my house is not over run with vampires, I live with my human mother, I’m only half.”

“Oh,” the girl replied, and walking over to her giant boomerang, she hefted it up, and looked at Kagome with wonder. “By the way, I’m Sango.”

A small four legged youki strolled to the slayer known as Sango, it looked to be a small cat, with two tails sticking up skywards. Nodding her head, Kagome led the way out of the blackened park, the sun slowly rising in the east, the starting of a new day.

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The house came into view as the four companions walked up the seemingly never ending stairs that led from the sidewalk to Kagome’s front yard. The grass shone with morning dew, the trees blowing slightly in the breeze, drifting the wonderful aroma to the two that held vampire blood within their veins.

“Come, this way,” Kagome instructed as she walked on the small stone path that led to the old house, that stood regally, unseen by any who walked on the streets.

The windows were dark, the curtains pulled, and the front door locked. Kagome placed her small brass key into the keyhole, and turned it, the clank of the lock opening sounding in the still air. Turning the doorknob, she pushed slightly on it, and the door opened instantly, to reveal a very upset Kiara.

“Oh, so you decide to come home now, do you?” Kiara taunted, her angry, heated gaze meeting the startled brown orbs of her eldest child.

“I, um, you see,” Kagome stuttered, her mother could be really scary when she had that spark in her eye.

“You see, what? Huh? Oh never mind, I want you dressed and ready for school in five minutes, understood? Oh, hi, I’m Mrs. Higurashi, but you can call me Kiara,” Kiara said the last part sweetly, looking towards the startled new girl.

“Hi, name’s Sango, Sango Tajiya,” the girl explained, her chocolate eyes searching the dwellings of the ancient, yet homey mansion.

“Its nice to meet you,” Kiara replied, smiling at the nervousness the girl showed, she obviously knew what they were. “Now Kagome!”

Kagome ran up the stairs, laughing the entire way, though she knew that she was surely grounded for her little escapade last night. Hand resting on the railing, she smiled fondly at the way her mother, as soon as she saw little Shippo, instantly latched onto him, cooing about how cute and adorable he was. Sango was still standing by the door, feeling more than just a small bit awkward about the whole situation that played out in front of her.

Turning around, her back to what was left of her family, Kagome trudged up the stairs, her coal black locks falling onto her cream-colored face. The depths of her eyes were melancholy, her breath hitched ever so slightly, she couldn’t erase the images of that scene that happened so long ago. That happened in the Park, where her life changed, for the worse.

The bedroom door loomed ahead, her once cheerful facade was gone, the absence of it reflecting in everything she did. Lately, her actions had been slow, her enthusiasm nonexistent, each step she took sluggish, and her smiles forced. Kagome Higurashi was slowly fading away, slowly dying right before her loved ones’ eyes.

Her room was dark, an eery feeling filled her, the remembrance of what happened filling her already cluttered head. The outside world, from what she viewed from her window, darkened considerably, a violent and unnatural wind howled. Clouds grouped together in preparation, a long, spindly, staggered bolt of electricity reached out and grabbed the Earth. And pelting of the rain was heard on the roof, mourning for the people of the land, and their fates.

Kagome shook her head from side to side, dispelling the horrid images that had appeared within the walls of her mind. Her closet filled with uniforms sent an unwelcoming aura to her, she never agreed with the useless amount of time a person spent in one’s school. The tiny, green, ruffled skirt fell to her mid thigh, much to the disapproval of this girl. A green and white sailor shirt, with sleeves that reached her slender wrists, was placed on her small frame. Long socks that well reached her knees were pulled on in hasty movements. Her black, cascading locks, brushed quickly as her feet padded out of the stuffy room that brought up things she didn’t want to remember.

The trot down the stairs was long, and hesitant. Did she really want to face another day of school as a fake, another day of no one really knowing her? Yes, she had too, she had no other choice in the matter. Kagome stepped briskly into the warmed kitchen, the smell of baking cinnamon rolls, and small, dainty turnovers that she and her brother adored so, filled the room with the aroma.

The room was silent, the girl known as Sango was sitting at the kitchen table, clasping her hands nervously, her eyes gazing at the simple interior of the walls. Her eyes immediately went to Kagome, a stare of almost hate, but also an amount of awe filled her orbs, her body shook with fear, along with admiration. To her, the vampiress that stood before her exuded power, and the hunter knew, though no one had to tell her, that this female creature was part of the prophecy, the one that would put an end to the dark monster that slaughtered her family two years ago.

Kagome watched the small kit in the corner, his green eyes shining with warmth at the family atmosphere he came upon. He whiffed in the smell of the baking foods, the smell of eggs and bacon frying in the iron skillets upon the white stove.

Smiling, Kagome looked for her mother, who had yet to make an appearance, well, since she had arrived in this area of this house. Curiously, she stepped from her position, and spied into the vast family room that was used very scarcely, since there wasn’t really a family without Yamahiko. All of the Higurashi’s missed him dearly, his sure guidance had disappeared from their lives, and everyday they wondered if him and the Irving males were even alive anymore.
The maroon decorated room was a room full of a loving warmth. The deep shades of the walls, lined with golden borders glowed in an eloquent way from the light of the crystal chandelier. On the large, formal, couch that held tiny circular pillows with tiny frills on the side. The wooden legs that supported the furniture’s structure were eloquently designed, each tiny swirl was etched deeply into the wood’s grain.

The mahogany desk sat gracefully in the corner of the large room. Piles of documents, folders, and large books were stacked on the surface of the working area. The lamp that gave off a glow, the light shining through the frosted glass of the fragile lamp shade, illuminated the corner. Designs of roses with leaves and thorns appeared in the shade, the swirling of the stems catering to the appeal of the darkened desk. The chair in which sat in front of the wooden piece, had a deep red cushion of velvet, securely fastened onto the sturdy figures of the chair. It’s wood officially matching that of the desk, blending into together perfectly.

Large windows lined to walls, red curtains that had golden fringes officially blocked out the storm’s rage. The drapes were so long in length that they gently touched the soft, thin carpet that was smooth against Kagome’s feet as she walked into the room.

The carpet that sat on the floor, was intricate in every detail. Mainly the hues of red and gold, matching the area around it completely, but, on top of those, the colors of black designs, with dark forest greens added to the beautiful art. A cream background that allowed all the other colors to show forth in a brilliant array.

Two brown leather recliners sat on each side of the large couch. Their surfaces shining. The soft padding beneath the covering, held it’s shape no matter what. The small wooden handle on the side of the seat showing off that they were indeed recliners.

And, right in the middle of the large rug, and directly in front of the older modeled couch sat a black marbled coffee table. White specs sticking out quite noticeably from the black. It’s surface was smooth, perfect, not a blemish to be seen by any. The legs were sturdy and well made, though fairly simple in it’s design.

On the right side of the couch, sitting daintily in one of the large recliners, talking quietly on the phone. Her pale hand was against one of her ears, blocking out all extra noise besides the sound of whoever else was on the other end. Her hair was pulled up into a tight bun, a few strands fell to frame her face. Her brown eyes looked at the flickering of the orange flames in the giant red brick fireplace at the end of the room.

Kagome strolled to her mother, and watched with keen eyes at the lips that moved in a hushed sound. Her voice was so quiet that it was suspicious, but just the underlying note of something foreign happening set the hairs on the back of Kagome’s neck to elevate. The ghastly shade of white her mother’s face had taken on sent her mind to a state of frantic wondering.

The couch sitting delicately in the middle of the room beckoned to her, and so, Kagome sat on it’s wonderfully soft fabric. Her legs were tucked up beneath her, and she was leaning towards Kiara in a curious fashion. Try as she may, for the life of her, Kagome could not make out the words being spoken on the other end, everything was hushed severely, even to her slightly heightened hearing.

“Alright, I understand, yes, it’ll be safe there,” Kiara bid her farewell to whomever she had spoken to on the phone.

Kiara did not look at her daughter, and this, did not go unnoticed by the highly observant Kagome. Watching her mother like a hawk would watch it’s prey, she silently asked with her gestures what was going on, though no response came from the preoccupied woman. Annoyed, she tapped her fingers rapidly against the varnished wood, glaring, hoping to gain the attention of her mother.

Kiara looked at her seething offspring, and inside wished that she could pull the girl into a tight embrace, one in which her daughter could never escape from. But Kagome wouldn’t allow it, her heart was stone, growing dimmer and blacker with each passing year. The memories had never left her still haunted eyes, never would those feelings be laid to rest until the day when Yamahiko, Inutashio, Sesshomaru, and Inuyasha returned home. If they ever came home, that is.

“Mother?! I do not have all day you know,” Kagome was very frustrated, how dare her mother keep things from her knowledge.

“Oh, I’m sorry dear, well, its nothing really important per say, its just that we’re going over to visit Fuji tonight, you know, dinner and sorts,” Kiara could not meet the gaze of her daughter, those piercing eyes would be able to see right through those lies.

“Formal, or casual?” Kagome asked, watching as her face changed expressions every few minutes, it was easy to tell that something was not being said.
“Um, I, don’t know. I’ll have to ask her later, but I’m sure its casual,” Kiara responded, excusing herself from the thick atmosphere of the room. Kagome’s eyes never left her back as she walked away.

Shaking her head, Kagome sighed out in frustration. What could be so important that she, herself, could not know? Dropping the subject quickly, as the grandfather clock hit the stroke of eight o’clock, she dashed out of the room, frantically chiding herself for not paying attention.

The outside air was cool as it her bare legs. The thin material of her uniform barely keeping the frigid morning wind away from her small form. Kagome hugged her purple backpack closer to her chest, searching for any source of warmth. Any at all.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, and waited at the bus stop where her friends had promised to meet her. Too bad they weren’t already there. Oh, well, at least the storm was over.

A honking sound woke Kagome from her revery. A beautiful red corvette was parked directly in front of her. It’s leather interior a midnight black that gleamed beautifully in the morning light. In the driver’s seat sat a rather handsome man with his arms draped casually over the steering wheel. His brown hair fell well below his waist, though it was pulled up into a high pony tail, and where the strands ended in a dyed black area. His emerald eyes danced with laughter as he saw her startled features, she had not heard them approach.

Beside him sat a young girl with beautiful red hair that every girl was surely jealous of. Her hair was held up into several different appendages, showing off her unique since of style and personality. She had green eyes that always and forever would shine with warmth and cheerfulness. On her dimpled cheeks, towards the top, was tiny brown freckles that, in away, lined her eyes. And on the bridge of her tiny nose, a group of freckles stood out to all, giving her the perfect picture of innocence.

Sitting behind the girl sat another man, leaning back comfortably against the back of the warm seats. His long blonde hair was pulled together at the nape of masculant neck. His jade eyes looked over approvingly, silently undressing her with each look that he took. Glaring at him, his eyes moved to her face, and she saw the smirk and laughter spread across his handsome face. His tanned cheeks lit up all of his features, showing off his love of the outdoors.

“Did we scare you beautiful?” the driver teased, watching her gaze turn to meet his as a familiar smile lit her face.

“No, Kouga, startled his more like it,” Kagome replied, walking to the seat behind the wolf youki in the front seat.

“Whatever you say babe,” Kouga dismissed her words lightheartedly, still finding amusement at the way she jumped.

“Hey! Don’t you be calling her ‘babe’!” the red mockingly argued, her green eyes filled with joy and happiness.

“Oh, come on baby, you know I only got eyes for you,” Kouga smooth talked, setting the female beside him into a fit of uncontrollable giggles.

“Yeah, don’t worry Ayame, he’s all your’s,” Kagome replied, the female wolf youki turning to her and smiling as she got into the very expensive car.

“Ah, yes, and you are all mine,” came the very fake French accent of the man sitting beside her, leaning over, and whispering corny lines over and over again.

“Wakana! You’re just as bad as Miroku was!” Kagome screeched, laughing heartedly, small tears falling down her red cheeks, the wind whipping her hair about her.

“Aw, yes, my dear, dear, brother,” though his voice sounded cheerful enough, the underlined hint of misery was there. Miroku and the boys’ father had been taken away by Naraku, like so many others.
“Sorry,” Kagome mumbled, low enough that only he could hear her, his head nodded in recognition, but nothing else.

Eight very long hours later...

“Ayame, wait up!” Kagome yelled down the halls as the girl stopped and waited, her foot tapping with impatience.

“Sorry about that, but we need to go if you’re going to be ready for that dinner thing you told us about,” Ayame explained, resuming her brisk pace once the exhausted Kagome had reached her side.

“Alright, alright, man, remind me never to challenge you to a race,” Kagome taunted, the tapping of their feet muffled from the roar of the student body.

The two females walked quickly out the cold doors, the fresh air of freedom hitting their faces, reddening their cheeks with life. Kagome’s free black locks sailed behind her, the feel of air rushing on her scalp put her into a state of absolute calm. Her bangs joined the rest of her hair, leaving her forehead bare to the sun’s gentle touch. If there was one thing she was thankful for about being only half, was the fact that she could walk out in broad daylight, into the sun’s warmth, without recoiling in pain, or disintegrate into dust that would float away in the breeze.

Jogging, the two reached the vehicle where the two males, Kouga and Wakana, waited patiently for the two lingering teens. The two boys’ eyes lit up, rejoicing that they could finally leave the darkness that surrounded the school. Gravel beneath their feet made the two stumble slightly as they got into the glistening vehicle.

“Alright Kagome, you ready to go?” Kouga asked over his shoulder, looking at her slightly pale features.

“Yeah,” Kagome nodded her head, staring out as the ground moved beneath her, the crunching of tires on gravel was heard be her ears.

“Somethin’ wrong Kagome?” Wakana looked at her with worry, his jade eyes taking in her pale and stricken features.

“I don’t know, I...I just don’t have a good feeling about tonight,” her dark eyes glanced his way, needing reassurance.

“Aw, come on, it’s the annual vampire gathering, and besides, I’ll be there,” Wakana smiled her way, taking her small hands in his. “Ouch! Damn it! Kouga hurry it up! The spell’s starting to fade and the sun is hurting me!”

“Well, its not my fault you’re a vampire,” Kouga said casually, though speeding the vehicle up none the less.
“Oh shut up, Kouga! And hurry!” Ayame stepped in, berating the now sulking Kouga as he drove on down the long interstate.

The rest of the ride to the Higurashi residence was spent in silence. Each mind of the members in the car wondering off, pondering their own problems. Kagome still couldn’t shake the feeling, that strange feeling of dread, it was almost as if a force of evil was filling the skies, and the heavens were trying to send a warning, a message, to stop the upcoming doom.

Upon the horizon, the outline of the giant brick mansion came into view. It’s towering walls reaching above the tops of most of the trees of the forest which surrounded the ancient place. The wooden deck was a dark shade of green, it’s towering pillars the same hue. Vines creeped up the sides of the brick, reaching, stretching, and touching the bottom points of the very highest stainless windows.

The dark green shingles glistened with the sun, like tiny crystals embedded in their depths. Balconies stuck out in three places, one from the Master Bedroom, it’s black railing shining brilliantly. The other two, both belonging to Souta and Kagome, stood proudly, almost identical to that of the Master Bedroom’s except for the furniture that sat out on the perches.

The Master Bedroom’s balcony had black metal patio furniture on it. On the back of each chair was grape designs, the vines coming down to form the criss-cross pattern of the seating. Four chairs surrounded the table that had grape designs trailing down the umbrella rod. Vines shot off, similar to that of the chairs, and formed the top where things sat. The green umbrella blended in with the forest background, hardly being noticed unless you were use to seeing it stand proudly on it’s perch.

Slowly inching it’s way up the paved driveway, which was on a hill, the vehicle parked in front of the sidewalk that led to the house. Her slender legs held her weight as her feet touched the hard ground. Looking to Wakana, who followed her example, they waved their farewells as their friends drove off down the street, and a single tear fell down Kagome’s face.

“Alright, let’s get this thing over with,” Wakana wrapped his strong arm around her slender shoulders, leading her to the front entrance so they could both prepare for the night ahead of them.

“Yeah, lets,” Kagome nodded her head absently, her stare returning to where her friends had just left, staring and wondering, something was wrong, dreadfully wrong.

Opening the dark door, Kagome stepped into the great manor, only to be greeted with the sweet smell of cookies baking, and other delicious pastries. Closing her eyes, and taking a great whiff, she let the wonderful scent fill every corner of her mind, every tiny nook. Looking around the room, she quickly took off her shoes, and threw them to the side, not caring where they landed.

Stepping quickly through the greeting hall, Wakana on her heels, Kagome stepped into the tiled kitchen. And to her surprise, instead of her mother, was Sango wearing some of her old clothes and an apron, and bustling about the room. Little Shippo sat at one of the stools to the decent sized island. His bushy tail swinging to and fro as he looked excitedly at the oven, hoping, no, praying for the sweets to finish. And then there was Kirara, the tiny youki of Sango’s, who was curled up into a tiny ball, resting comfortably in a pile of blankets someone must of sat out for her.

Clearing her throat, Kagome made their presence known to the three occupants of the room. Hearing the intrusion, Kirara stood quickly, glancing around the room anxiously, until she spotted the two, and settled herself back down in the warmth of the sheets. Sango turned to see who had entered, and offered a friendly, though shy smile in return, and then quickly went back to her task at hand. Shippo swivelled around hurriedly on the stool’s seat, and with a delighted shriek, hopped down unto the floor.

“Kagome! Your home!” his happy cry filled Kagome’s heart with joy, this small creature had been through just as much pain as she, and yet he still remained so pure.

“Yeah Shippo, I’m home,” cuddling the kit to her chest, Kagome stroked his fluffy red tail affectionately.

“Hey, your mother, Kiara, said that you guys were to leave immediately, once you got home of course,” Sango explained, looking over her shoulder as she removed the cookies from the stove’s oven.

“Alright, do you know where she’s at?” Kagome questioned, handing over the giggling Shippo to Wakana.

“Yeah, she’s in that room,” Sango answered, pointing to the family room, the place where her mother and herself had spoken this morning.

“Thanks,” Kagome replied, and Sango nodded her head in response, quickly turning to help out the startled Wakana, who had the babbling Shippo in his arms.

Stepping through the archway, she saw her mother sitting at the shining black piano. The glossy white and black keys perfectly in tune as her mother played with such elegance upon them. Kagome stepped silently to the unaware woman, who was playing a very melodic piece, something from one of those famous composers, Kagome could never remember their names.

Kiara’s nimble fingers played beautifully, picking up on each note, and letting the measures, and lines of the song blend together as one. Her eyes were locked solely on the white sheets of paper, with notes printed on their surfaces. Smiling, Kagome sat on the edge of the bench, careful not to disturb Kiara in anyway, she didn’t want to hear the number end.

The song slowed, each phrase becoming more profound, the pedal holding the previous note out as she continued playing the others. A long pause was heard, and then, with one final note, the song ended, and a sense of calming spread throughout the area.
“You’re home, good, for we must be going,” Kiara turned to look at her daughter, who sat in wonderment, still looking at the music and the keys.

“I suppose we should be going,” Kagome sighed out, almost dreading it, these meetings always seemed to turn out rather dull.

Standing, to the females went to the join the others, intent on gathering the other vampires and leaving for the Irving residence. Entering the kitchen, Kagome and Kiara burst out into a fit of giggles. Shippo was hunched in a corner, cowering away from the furious Sango, for he had destroyed her entire day’s work in three minutes flat. Cookie dough, and icing was spread across the ceiling and walls. Wakana was soaked from head to toe in water, his blonde hair matted down to his tanned forehead, as he looked disgustingly at Sango, blaming her for this entire mess.

Smiling sheepishly back, Sango threw a dish towel at his head, which he caught easily enough, though his glare never ceased. Standing the midst of it all, was the small Kirara, looking quite troubled. Her eyes were wide, and she looked around exasperated, trying to figure out what had happened to her comforting aura that had previously been there.

“Oh, my!” Kiara cried out, catching herself with the island table before she fell to the ground in hysteria.

Shaking her head, Kagome grabbed her mother’s elbow, pulling her along as she tried desperately to compose herself. Passing the grumbling Wakana, she kicked him in the leg, effectively gaining his attention, and he trailed behind, his head down and still cursing under his breath. Grabbing Shippo, she hauled them out into the greeting hall, silently beckoning them to put on their shoes and go outside into the limousine.

“Souta! One minute!” Kagome yelled up the stairs, then turning and heading out the door, already hearing the sound of her brother’s feet hitting the floor with speed.

Stepping quickly to the long vehicle, Kagome opened the door, and glanced in at her mother and friend, who still looked slightly upset. Shaking her head, she placed her foot on the car’s floor board, and sat down in the comfortable leather lined seats. A few seconds later, a very disgruntled Souta opened the door and glared at his smiling sister.

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The white mansion stood tall and proud before them. It’s tall pillars seemingly looking like they held the roof up, keeping them safe from being smashed to smithereens. The grand entrance was huge, and two butlers stood straight, granting those invited access.

Kagome quickly entered the large home, and squealed in delight once she had spotted Fuji, talking with some other male and female vampires. Turning to the noise, Fuji’s face broke out into a delighted smile as she rushed to the eighteen year old. Embracing one another, the two spilt tears of happiness as the hug became even more fierce.

“Oh, look at you, you’ve grown so much Kagome,” Fuji announced once the two had parted.

“Thanks, its so good to see you again,” Kagome said, looking at the woman with fondness.

“And the same to you dear. I still can’t believe it, Yamahiko would be so proud of you my girl. And what would my son say, huh?” Fuji giggled like a tiny school girl as Kagome blushed deeply.

“Um, yeah, I think I’ll go see if I can find Rin,” Kagome explained, hastily making her escape as once again Fuji’s laughter filled the room.

Winding her way through the crowd, Kagome frantically searched for her long time friend. Shoving someone out of the way, she spotted her friend sitting alone on one of the many seats in the library, which was relatively quiet.

“Rin,” Kagome called softly, and the girl looked up in surprise, but her face quickly turned to that of glee once she recognized who had arrived.

“Kagome! It has been too long!” Rin cried out, wrapping her arms around the unsuspecting Kagome, almost effectively sending them to the ground.

“Yeah it has,” Kagome answered, and the two walked back into the crowded dining hall, talking joyously with the other.

The room was cheerful and bright, each occupant enjoying the rather pleasant atmosphere that had been set. Kagome and Rin joined the conversation of Wakana and some other male, each conversing on different interesting topics.

“Well, well, what a party! Now, I wonder, why wasn’t I invited?” the deep voice echoed throughout the building, the room growing deadly quiet.

“Naraku...” Kagome hissed out, her seething aura sending the crowd to part in part fear, and the other half awe.

“There you are, my dear, I’ve been searching for you for quite awhile,” Naraku chuckled out as he watched the vampiress approach with determined steps.

“Yeah, what do you want you bastard?” Kagome yelled, enraged at him daring to show his disgusting face at the gathering.

“Why, Kagome? Such a mouth, I’m sure your father would be displeased, don’t you? I can’t imagine where you learned such language, oh wait, yes I can. Inuyasha is quite the character, is he not?” Naraku’s voice sent her over the edge, and with a cry of rage, Kagome struck out, not realizing she was doing exactly what he wanted. “I knew it, you’re the other half of the prophecy, aren’t you?”

Kagome’s eyes went wide, and for the first time in her life since the night he appeared ten years ago, she felt fear. A cold feeling washing over her senses, drowning her until she was gasping for air. Stepping back slightly, she felt a cold tentacle wrap around her waist, followed by another that shot out and grabbed the defenseless Rin. The two females struggled, as Wakana desperately tried to reach their sides. A sea of black washed over their eyes, and without noticing, their heads rolled back into a silent scream of pain. He was here, and he had succeeded in his mission.

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A/N: I hope you all enjoy this latest chapter, and please review, it would be much appreciated. See ya!

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