InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Curse of a Demon's Daughter ❯ Cursed Luck ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, well except the kids. So please don't sue me cause I'm pooooor. Also this is a rewrite of a story I had up on mediaminer years ago under the name DianahLee.

{It was horrible. Blood everywhere. Bodies carelessly thrown. Cries of innocent victims. Before my eyes, so many bloody battles. But how could a vision not only look so real but be so bad. `This is horrible, stop, I want to go home!' I look behind me and see a huge Dragon Demon standing over me. It lunges. I scream but no one hears me, they are all dead. `Ahhhhhh, Somebody Help!!'} BEEP BEEP!! I jump at the sound of the alarm clock. "Oh thank goodness. It was just a dream." I wipe the sweat from my forehead. "It's getting worse. The fighting, it's even more bloody than the last dream." I've been having these odd and gruesome dreams. They started out as just visions of a time long forgotten and became bloody with visions of war and the battles just got bloodier and bloodier.

“Kaori, breakfast is ready!” My mother calls up the stairs. “Ok, Mom!” I slip out of bed and go to my closet to get out my school uniform. Looking at it, I sneer at the green sweater. “Green, why not a classier color? Like blue or red.” I put on my uniform then pull out my brush and start brushing my long black hair. Looking in the mirror, I notice the light from the window reflecting off the silver streaks in my hair (inherited from my father). I meet my reflection's amber eyes and see only weariness and fear. Placing my brush back on the vanity, I grab my hair ribbon. It's very beautiful, made of red silk with two gold bells on either end. The only gift my uncle, Sesshoumaru, has ever gotten me. Tying my hair into a ponytail, I grab my bag and head downstairs.

Walking into the dining room, I set my bag down on the back of my chair. “Onee-chan! Good Morning!” My younger brother, Tombo, walks in holding his schoolbag. The 10-year-old hugs me as I greet him back and sits down at the table on Dad's left, greeting everyone in very much the same fashion. My father is sitting in his chair at the head of the table, reading the newspaper. My two older brothers are sitting on Dad's left in between Dad and Tombo, all of us children wearing the crystal pendant our dad had given us when we were born. “Morning, squirt. Man, you look like hell.” “Thank you for that insightful observation, Balcari.” I glare at my jerk brother. His hair is silver with black tips, always styled in a short spiky look. The amber eyes, that all my siblings and I have, sparkle with pent up mischief .You'd think a University student would have outgrown that. “Balcari is just being a jerk. You look fine, Kaori.” “Thanks, Kentaro, but you don't have to lie. I know I look like I got on Uncle Sesshoumaru's bad side.” Kentaro throws me a look of sympathy, his eyes pitying over the tops of his glasses as he smacks his twin for being a jackass. His black hair is pulled back into a low ponytail, the silver tips shining in the morning light. I walk over and give my father a hug, kissing him on the cheek. “Good Morning, Daddy.” He gives me a small smile. “Morning, are you alright? You smell like the hounds of hell have been terrorizing you.” Shit. Damn demon nose. “I'm fine, Daddy. Just a bad dream.” I say to reassure him. It doesn't work. “It must've been one hell of a dream.” I smile at his worried expression. “I was probably just scared by a horror movie I watched last night.” Kentaro jumps up, his hands planted on the table. “If that's all it is then how many horror movies have you been watching?!” I glance from my brother to my dad. Dad sighs, folding up and placing the newspaper on the table. “These dreams have been going on for weeks now. Oh yes, don't think that I didn't know. I could smell the panic and fear from your room every time.” He responds to my look of shock. “I chose not to ask because I thought they would go away or that you would talk about it when you felt comfortable but now it's obvious that neither is going to happen anytime soon.” He pins me with a no bullshit look, silently demanding an explanation. I shift uncomfortably in my seat. “It's nothing. Dreams. That's all they are, dreams.”

Just then, Mom walks in from the Kitchen, the youngest of us, 5-year-old Akira on her hip. She places a plate of food in front of Dad and starts settling Akira in his booster seat. “Balcari, Kentaro, could you two please go grab the other plates and bring them out?” The two numskulls nod and head towards the Kitchen. During this exchange, my dad throws me a `we'll talk about this later' look, letting me know that I'm not off the hook yet. “Now, Now, Inuyasha. If Kaori says they are just dreams, then that's all they are.” “Kagome, if they were just dreams, they wouldn't be terrifying enough to scare a demon child.” My mom leans over to take Akira's plate of breakfast and her own from Kentaro and places the two plates on the table. She leans over to look Dad in the eye. “A demon child is still a child and a nightmare is still a nightmare no matter who witnesses it.” My father glares at my mother. “But…” “No buts, Inuyasha, Kaori will tell us when she's good and ready to. Now, eat before it gets cold.” She says, sitting down with finality no one could argue with.

Sighing, I sit at the opposite end of the table from Dad and brave a glance at the clock. “Oh crap! It's 7:30!” I exclaim, shoveling food into my mouth, my brothers following suit. The four of us quickly clean our plates and grab our school bags and backpacks. After a round of frantic goodbyes, we rush out the door and down the shrine steps. Kentaro and Balcari turn left at the bottom of the steps running towards the train station as I grab Tombo's hand and we turn right. From behind we I hear Balcari whine loudly, “Why, oh why did Dad have to confiscate my bike!?” I look down at my watch to check the time again, 7:40 am, 20 minutes to drop Tombo off and get to school before they close the gates…….fun.

~At Seiko High School~

Groaning, I flop into my desk, letting the sunlight from the window warm my face, and toss my bag on the top of my desk. It took 10 minutes to drop off Tombo and 12 minutes to run from the elementary school to the high school. I had to jump the gate in order to get into the school and was only saved by the fact that our class is getting a new transfer student and the homeroom teacher hadn't arrived with the new kid. However, I'm pretty sure the school disciplinary instructor saw me jump the gates and I will probably be called to the teacher's lounge later.

“Morning, Kao-chan!” I open my eyes to greet my best friend of 11 years, Miyomi Mihara. “Good Morning, Yomi-chan.” Miyomi smiles, goofily. Looking at her, I see my complete opposite. While I have straight black hair (with the silver streaks) that goes to my butt, Miyomi, being half-Japanese, half-French, has shoulder length, super curly, dark blonde hair. Compared to my exotic amber eyes, Miyomi's blue eyes are more romantic. Her slight freckles are so cute they make you want to gag and her dimples make you want to pinch her cheeks. “Soooooo, running late this morning? You're lucky, you should kiss the transfer student for helping you like that.” Miyomi jokes, she's always been a hopeless romantic. “Yeah, usually Kentaro drops Tombo off while Balcari gives me a ride to school on his motorcycle. Then they both hop on the bike and go to university. But after he got into an argument with Dad a couple of days ago, Dad took away his bike saying that whether or not Balcari is an adult, Dad had bought the bike and thus could take it away.” “Ah, I was wondering why I was unable to see my sweet Balcari in a while.” Miyomi has had a crush on my older brother since we were still in elementary school. “Is that why you look so tired?” I just sigh. “It's the dreams, Yomi. They are getting worse. They've gotten so bad that my brothers and my dad are starting to ask questions.” Miyomi sits on my desk with a sympathetic look. “Do you have any idea what's causing the dreams?” I shake my head. “Not a clue. I wish I knew at least then I would have a clue as to how to make them stop.” I sigh again as the biggest jerk in the class walks up. “You know, if you keep sighing like that, you are going to shrink.” Ayame Tsukikara, only son of the school principal, secret admirer of Miyomi, and my mortal enemy of 3 years. “Oh shut up, Aya-chan. At least my name is meant for my gender.” Ayame's eyes narrow and he starts to shout a comeback as our homeroom teacher, walks in.

“Alright, everyone, please take your seats.” As the class sits, Mastumoto-sensei writes a name on the blackboard. “Everyone, I would like to introduce you to your new classmate. Please come in.” From the classroom door, enters a boy about 6' 3” with long bright red hair to mid-back, a tanned and muscled build, and green eyes that could make an emerald look like it's lost luster. But there is something off about him, I can't quite put my finger on it… “Class, this is Shippou Miura. He's transferred in from Kyoto. Please get along. Miura-san, would you like to say anything about yourself?” The boy, Miura-san, nods and clears his throat. “I am looking forward to being friends with all of you and to learning all I can from this school. I hope we can all get along. Please take care of me.” He ends, bowing. Sensei nods, approvingly. “Miura-san, please take a seat so we may begin. Let's see there is an empty desk next to Higurashi-san. Higurashi-san, please hold up your hand.” I raise my hand, still trying to figure out what is up with the transfer student.

He walks over and sits down. As he passes, I catch a whiff of something I never thought I'd smell in my school. Demon… Glancing to my left, I analyze Miura-san. HE is a demon? It's true his coloring is off but he doesn't smell like he's anything but slightly nervous and mostly happy. He catches me looking at him and, blushing, I turn to look at the board again, not really caring about the translations Mastumoto-sensei is writing on the board. Out of the corner of my vision, I see him lean over his notebook, scribbling something on the page. Tilting it up, he makes a quiet noise to get my attention. I read the messy scribble. ˾Hi. My name is Shippou. What's yours?Ìš Raising an eyebrow, I scribble a note back in my own notebook. ˾Hello, I'm Kaori Higurashi.Ìš He grins and scribbles again. ˾Would you like to hang out sometime?Ìš ˾Possibly.Ìš He chuckles, lightly. “Well, I see the two of you are having some fun back here.” We both look up to see Matsumoto-sensei standing behind us. I groan. This is just not my day… “Well, since you two enjoy talking so much, why don't you enjoy a little chat about the water buckets you are gonna be holding, OUTSIDE!”

Thus I find myself holding a bucket of water outside of the classroom. We stand there silently, me, cursing my lack of awareness of my surroundings and him, trying to balance the bucket of water on his head. “You know, if you spill that water, sensei is going to hold you back and make you clean it up… After he's lectured you.” Miura-san just chuckles. “Oh well, it's just water.” We stand again in awkward silence. “Um, just so you know, I'm sorry.” Startled, I swing my head around to look at him, inquisitively. “Excuse me?” He smiles, blushing a little out of what I guess is guilt. “I'm sorry. It's my fault sensei yelled at you and punished you. It's my fault that you are going to be lectured later.” Realization dawning on me, I shake my head. “No, it's fine. I got myself into this mess. Beside I was gonna get lectured by the disciplinary instructor at break anyway for being late and jumping the school gates.” Miura-san's eyes become big with admiration. “YOU jumped the school gates?” I nod, kind of proud of myself. “Yup. I'm a martial artist, it was easy.” He chuckles. “Well, I'll be.” Glancing at him, I try to figure out how to approach the subject of my discovery. “Um, Miura-san…” He shakes his head, smiling. “No, no, please call me Shippou.” I shake my head. “No, Miura-san, um, I was wondering… if you were a….” He looks at me confused. “A what?” I try to swallow the lump in my throat. “A…..a…. if you were a, um….” “Hmmm?” He tilts his head to the side cutely. I close my eyes trying to find the courage to ask. “I was wondering if you are a…” “BE QUIET!!” Matsumoto-sensei yells through the classroom door. I look down at my feet, ashamed. Miura-san looks at me sideways from his spot and then looks up, still trying to balance the bucket on his head. “Will you come with me to the roof at lunch?” I jump at his smooth voice. “huh?” He looks at me from the corner of his eye. “I have a few questions for you.” I nod, dumbly, not knowing what else to do. “Good.”

He smiles as the bell rings, signaling the end of the period and the beginning of break. He puts down the buckets on the floor and stretches. “Whelp. Time to be lectured.” I giggle slightly also setting down my bucket as students flood the hallway. Miyomi comes out of the classroom. “Hey, Kao-chan, wanna go on a bread run?” “She can't, she has a meeting with Miura-san and myself in the teacher's lounge.” Matsumoto-sensei says, curtly. “Sensei, please, it wasn't Higurashi's fault. She was just being polite. I wrote the first note, it was all my fault.” Miura-san pleads for my freedom. Matsumoto-sensei narrows his eyes at Miura-san. “Then come with me, young mastermind.” He says, dragging Miura-san off to the teacher's lounge. Miyomi glances at me. “What did you two talk about?” I shrug. “Nothing special.” Miyomi's gaze flicks between the fading Miura-san and myself. “He just protected you from the evil King Matsumoto!” I roll my eyes. “Just because he defended me and kept me from being lectured, does not mean that he is my knight in shining armor.” I say to my delusional friend, glancing in the directing sensei and Miura-san just disappeared. “However, I am looking forward to lunch.”

~Lunch~

At lunchtime, I find myself climbing the stairs to the roof of the school, carrying my bento after finally having gotten rid of Miyomi, who had wanted to be present for my `first love confession' as she thought it was. I open the door to the roof and step out, closing the door behind me. Rounding the corner, I am met with the sight of Miura-san loosening his uniform tie and unbuttoning his blazer. I am forced to admit that he's actually quite handsome. Clearing my throat, I greet him. “Afternoon, Miura-san. I trust Matsumoto-sensei didn't torture you too much.” He laughs. “Nope, nothing I haven't heard before. At least Sensei doesn't smack me around. Please sit.” He says, offering me his hand. Giggling, I sit with my too-short skirt tucked underneath me. “Thank you, kind sir.” I mentally slap myself. This isn't the time for flirting, Kaori. I need to find out whether or not he is a demon! We begin eating in silence, sneaking glances at each other.

Finally, after a while of eating, I begin to become fidgety. “So, Miura-san, you wanted to ask me some questions.” I ask, slyly. Miura-san puts down his half-eaten bento and nods, smiling. “Oh! Yes, of course. Um, I was wondering if you live at the Higurashi Shrine.” I nod, confused. “Yes, I do. My family owns that shrine. How do you know about that shrine?” Miura-san chuckles, picking up his bento. “My family used to visit that shrine a long time ago.” I eye him, suspiciously. “Really?” He nods, his mouth full of fish and rice. I set down my own partially eaten bento trying to muster up my courage. “Miura-san, I actually have a question for you too.” He nods. “Ask away.” I take a deep breath. “Are you a…” RING RING. Curse my luck with alarms and bells. “Well, lunch is over, Higurashi-san. See you in the classroom.” And with that, he picks up his stuff and exits the roof, without even hearing my question. Damn.

~After School~

Walking down the sidewalk, I sigh at my rotten luck. Jeez, I had Miura-san right there and I missed my chance. Oh well, I guess I'll have to wait until tomorrow. I reach the steps of the shrine and begin my daily ascent up them, categorizing who is doing what today. “Kentaro is going on a trip with his Mechanics Club friends, Balcari has another (going-nowhere) date, Great-Grandpa and Grandma have gone to a doctor's appointment, and Mom and Dad are going to pick up Tombo and Akira then do some shopping… So that means I'm alone this afternoon.” I smirk, loving the silence that comes with the empty shrine.

I quickly put my school stuff away and change into my shrine maiden's robes then walk around tidying up the grounds and tending to the plants. After a while, I begin walking around placing incense when I feel a presence from the Bone Eater's Shrine. I set down the box of shrine supplies and go to investigate. Walking up to the shrine's entrance, I notice that the seals on the door have been broken and I brace myself as I open the double sliding doors. I step into the shrine and walk slowly down the three steps to the edge of the Bone Eater's Well, noticing also that the well has been opened and the seals removed. The presence from before is completely surrounding me now but I can't tell where it's source is. I scrunch my nose at the foul smell emitting from the well, so thick that I can almost taste it. I lean over the edge of the well to look in but all I see is darkness, however, the horrid smell is getting worse. I pick up a pebble and toss it into the well, listening for the thud at the bottom. It doesn't come. I stare, confused, down into the well then look around for some sort of lamp or candle. Searching in a box, I find not candles but glow sticks from the last Halloween. Breaking one and shaking it, I toss the glowing green tube into the depths, watching to see how far down the bottom is. The glow stick keeps falling until I can no longer see its glow. I scratch my head in utter confusion. “What the h~” All of a sudden, tentacles shoot out from the well towards me. I scream and scramble away but one of the tentacles grabs my foot. “SHIT!” I scratch at the ground trying to grab onto something but to no avail. Seeing an antique weapon from my great-grandfather's collection, I grab it and sever the tentacle wrapped around my ankle and try to fight off the squirming and wriggling mass trying to escape from the well. As I continue fighting off the limbs, I watch in horror as the head of the strange demon protrude from the well and its ink black beady eyes narrow onto me as its target.

Cornered in the back, farthest from the door, I can only watch as it turns on me and shoots every last slimy appendage at me. As it grasps onto both my legs and arms and wraps around my neck and waist, pulling me towards certain death, I can only think that I wouldn't be in this situation if I was a real demon and had powers. Then, the creature must have lost its grip on the sides of the well because, as I am being pulled towards the snapping beak, it begins to sink back into the well dragging me along for the ride. As my body is pulled into the well's depths I let out one last hopeful shriek. “HELP!!!” As the scream is ripped from my throat, I hear a crash behind me and se the tentacles being burned by…..green fire? One by one the tentacles withdraw only to be replaced by more as I try to get a look at whosever trying to save me. My mystery savior claws at the tentacles holding me only to have one wrap around his own waist. Then he breaths fire onto all of the slimy limbs and finally they relinquish their hold on me. Unfortunately, as the tentacles let go, I am sent down the well in a freefall, hitting my head on the side of the well. As I fall, I am able to look up and hear my savior shout, “Kaori!” I catch a glimpse of fire red hair and emerald green eyes before I fall unconscious to the sound of him yelling my name “KAORI!” as the darkness closes in on me.

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