InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demonology ❯ Stranger in a Strange Land ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Author’s Note: So I started writing this fanfic quite a while ago, easily a year ago, and as I have been thinking about it, I decided to reread it and realized how much potential this particular story had, and I realized how much I hated the original drafts.  It was just awful.  I came up with a more detailed plot, changed a few story details, and did a little bit of research.  This is the new first chapter, and I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.  He is the property of Rumiko Takahashi and I am making no profit from this story at all.




Kagome stood in front of her new school, scared beyond belief.
She was 19 years old and starting her first day of college after taking a year off.  Her hand clutched her back pack with white knuckles and her knees shook as the crowds of New Yorkers walked past her.  
She had just moved to New York City, her family gone.  She was accepted into New York University with a major in Paranormal Studies, concentrating in Demonology.  There were several different concentrations to have, but considering her Japanese heritage and hearing of her grandfather talk of ancient demons who were slayed at the Higurashi Shrine, she felt that she would have a natural advantage to the studies.
Demons came out of hiding ten years ago, along with all of the paranormal beings.  Vampires, Werewolves, even Spirits and Ghosts.  Many whack jobs were dancing in the streets from how excited they were to see that they weren’t crazy, but many others became shut-ins as the streets filled with the paranormal beings.  The world was getting smaller, but there was so much to learn.  New York City was the melting pot of the world already, so Demons especially felt drawn to the city.  Ghosts and Spirits were drawn to older cities like London, Istanbul, Paris, even Rome.  Vampires seemed to favor Chicago.  To everyone’s surprise, Werewolves and other Were-Creatures were drawn to the Northwest Americas and even Siberia, mostly because of the vast hunting grounds.  Each city had a small pocket of each of these, but New York was the demon capital of the world, proudly harboring over four million demons.
Since they were so new to the human population, they didn’t hold the same rights as humans did because they were considered dangerous and aggressive.  Most businesses had “NO DEMONS” posted in their windows, or they had special hours demons could be in their business, often at low peak hours.  Typically the best night clubs were hosted by Vampires, and humans who were drawn to the strange and paranormal would often frequent these clubs in hopes of being accepted as normal.  
Kagome felt herself drawn to demons because of the vast variety.  Many demons could pull off being human, while others were towering ogres who couldn’t even walk through the front door of any business.  More action movies included demons, who started to flock to Los Angeles as well, but still New York held the demon capital title.  At least, for now.
Kagome took another deep breath and willed herself to go on the campus of her new school.  To her, the campus was a city within the city of New York.  She figured it was mostly humans on campus, but NYU had recently passed rules where anyone, or anything, could attend the school.  For many of the demonology classes, they had actual demons come in and talk to the students to talk about their supernatural powers.
The wind blew causing shivers to run up Kagome’s spine.  She could hear music being played on the green, people talking, the sounds of New York.  She was struggling with finding her dorm and found that it was just off campus.  She stared up at the building and took a deep breath.  She walked in and received her key.  She was on the Paranormal themed floor, the only one at NYU.  She took a deep breath and opened her dorm room door to see her roommate unpacking.
“Oh, hey,” the girl said, straightening out her clothes.  She was tall and athletic, wearing black slacks with chains and straps, a crop top that was ripped to be just below her breasts, the sleeves of the shirt ripped off.  Her stomach held a blood red gem in the belly button ring.  She wore hot pink eye shadow with thick black eyeliner.  Her straight, black hair was in a ponytail high on her head.  Kagome had to take a moment to realize that her roommate had almond shaped eyes.
“Hi,” Kagome stuttered, shaking her roommate’s hand.  The roommate shook the hand and looked at Kagome up and down.  Kagome wasn’t petit by any means, but definitely shorter than the punk rocker.  Her skirt was dark blue plaid that hung to her mid thighs.  Her oversized black sweater hung on a small frame, making her look smaller than she really was.  Her black hair was wind swept and hung low down her back.  Minimal make up, if any at all.
“I’m Sango, by the way.  You must be new to New York,” Sango states, not even questioning it.  Kagome looked at the floor, embarrassed.
“Is it that obvious?” she stuttered.
Sango crossed her arms and smiled.  “Oh, it’s painfully obvious.  Come in, your stuff arrived this morning.”
Sango turned around and continued to unpack her things.  Kagome started to open the boxes and unpack her room, unsure of what to say to her roommate.  She felt like they were total opposites.
“So what’s a little girl like you doing at NYU?”
Kagome wasn’t even fazed. She was finding most New Yorkers were overly forward.  “I’m studying Demonology here,” she replied.
“Shut the fuck up.  They’d eat you alive,” Sango half yelled.  She grabbed Kagome’s shoulder and spun her around, getting a closer look at her.  “Where are you from?”
“China Town, San Francisco,” she squeaked.  “But my family is Japanese, at least, my mother is.”
“I’m Japanese too, but I was raised in Queens. You ever been to New York before coming here?”
“No, today is the first time I’ve ever been to New York.”
Sango smiled, walking around Kagome once more, taking in the girls figure.  She had potential.  “I’m also studying demonology, but I’m on the law enforcement side, specifically licensing. Do you know what I mean by that?”
Kagome shook her head in dissent.  “It means that I work for the city going to bars to make sure that the fight clubs that are licensed to host humans are keeping up their end of the bargain.”
“Fight clubs?”
“Yeah, fight clubs.  It’s an easy way to make money for demons.  They’re allowed to kill each other as long as nobody else gets hurt.  In exclusive demon clubs no humans are allowed, but there are a few clubs that let humans go in and watch.  My job is to make sure they’re not over capacity and that all safeguards are in place.”
“But you’re a student, aren’t you?” Kagome asked, wondering how someone who was easily her age was working a job so important.
“Sharp eye.  I’m actually an intern.  But my boss usually just has me do it.  It’s a win-win.”
There was an urgent knock at the door and Sango went to answer it.  A tall man was on the other side, a small pony tail at the base of his neck and two gold hoop earrings in his left ear.  He also looked strangely Asian, but his eyes were a dark blue.  He also was particularly brawny for an Asian man, causing Kagome to assume he was half American.
“Miroku, what do you need today?”
The man gave Sango a playful smile and put his hand on his chest.  “Oh Sango, you wound me.  Am I not allowed to visit you?”
Sango threw her head back and laughed. “You only visit me if you want something.  What is it?”
Miroku took her hand and placed a soft kiss on her palm. “I just wanted to gaze up on the woman who has stolen my heart time and time again.  Is that so wrong?”
Sango pulled her hand away.  “Whatever.  Meet my new roommate, she’s new to town.  Kagome, this is my friend Miroku.”
Miroku curtsied, “My lady.”
Kagome let out a giggle.  “Nice to meet you.”
“So, Sango, there’s supposed to be a big fight tonight.  Are you going?”
Sango sat on her bed and pinched her chin in thought.  “Maybe.  Should we bring the fresh meat?  Give her a real taste of New York Demon life?”
“Are you trying to get her slaughtered?” Miroku almost yelled.
“Well she’s a demonology major, I figure she should see what she’s getting herself into.  I mean, we’d be horrible friends if we didn’t at least escort her.”
“I am not some weakling!” Kagome yelled.  
“It’s settled then.  How old are you? 18?” Sango teased.
“I’m 19 actually.”
Miroku pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her.  “I’ll be back in a few hours with your fake ID.  Have to be 21 to go to the fight clubs.  Sango, please dress her up a little bit.”
“I always dress my lambs before slaughter,” she said with a wink, causing Kagome to get even more frustrated.  She felt like they were talking about her when she was right there. “Alright Kagome, you look like you’re my size.”
Sango ripped open a box labeled “clothes” and started to rummage through piles of skimpy punk clothes.  She pulled out a leather zip up mini skirt, a garter belt, fishnet stockings, a fishnet shirt, and a red crop top.  
“Try these on,” Sango said, handing the array of clothes to Kagome.
The leather skirt was barely a scrap of clothing, making Kagome nervous.  The zipper was in the front of the skirt, which could easily be unzipped up to the top, revealing her crotch.  The garters would show a good inch before holding up the knee-high stockings. The fishnet top was also a crop top, just covering her arms and shoulders.  
“I don’t think this is really my style,” Kagome muttered, holding up the garments.
Sango found a red lace push up bra and handed it to Kagome. “32 C, right? Trust me, you need to blend in at this place.  With what you’re wearing now, you’re going to be grabbed by every demon there.  Blending in will keep their paws off you.”
She bit her lip and sighed.  She had no friends.  Her family was gone.  She was feeling so incredibly lonely.  If she did this, she might finally have a friend and meet some new people.  She would learn the demon culture first hand.
She took the bra and began to undress, putting on the outfit in pure defeat.

Miroku was waiting on the street for Sango and Kagome to emerge.  He knew that the undefeated Half-Demon hybrid was going to be fighting this particular evening, and he never missed his fights.  Miroku had begun going to the demon fights a year ago and after being saved by the silver haired half demon, they became good friends immediately. Miroku always made a point to go to his fights, and the half-demon always made a point to give him front row seats to the action.  
Sango walked out wearing a short purple mini skirt with bare legs and black spike heels.  Her top was a fishnet crop top that showed a black bra underneath.  Her hair was down, cascades framing her face and shoulders.  She wore the same make up as before, but had a dark crimson lipstick accenting her face.
Kagome was unrecognizable.  Her hair was styled the same as Sango’s, with the fishnet shirt and a black tube top underneath, the red bra straps showing on her shoulders.  The shirt stopped just short of her breasts, exposing her flat stomach down to her hips, where the black leather skirt was tight, stopping only a few inches short of the top of her thigh.  The garters held up the thigh high fishnets about two inches below the skirt and large, knee high lace up boots finished the look.  Her make-up was soft smoky eye and a pink gloss.
“Sango, did I have to show so much skin for this?” Kagome whispered as they walked.  
“Yep,” Sango replied flatly, taking Miroku’s arm.  He was wearing dark blue jeans, a black tank top and a black leather jacket.  “Oh Miroku, did you get her an ID?”
“Oh yes, I nearly forgot,” Miroku said gleefully, pulling out an ID from his pocket.  Kagome looked at it and was impressed at how authentic it looked.
Kagome struggled to keep up with the couple ahead of her, noticing that the farther they walked, the more shady the neighborhoods looked.  When they walked into Harlem, she felt like she was in trouble. She didn’t know much about Harlem, only what she heard from songs and movies.  They turned down an alley and she felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
“Where are we going?” Kagome whispered loudly, trying hard to keep up with Miroku and Sango.  They were so at ease walking in this area, she felt helpless.
“Stay close, we’re almost there,” Miroku consoled, but not answering her question.
The trio continued to walk through the alleys until they came upon a set of stairs leading down into a basement.  There was a tall man at the door who was pure muscle.  His arms were crossed and he was wearing only black.  He had no hair but was covered in what looked like purple stripe tattoos.  When Kagome got a closer look, she saw that the mans eyes were the same color as his tattoos.  Also, his ears were strangely pointed.
“Hey Sango, Miroku.  I figured I’d see you both tonight.  Your fighter was rescheduled , but the blood bath is still on,” the man said in a heavily accented voice.  
“No problem, our friend is new to town and she’s interested in demon culture.  We figure we’d be her body guard for the night.”
The man looked over Kagome.  “She’s cute.  But is she old enough?”
Kagome pulled out her fake ID and handed it to the man.  He looked at it closely.  “Hey Miroku, your fakes are getting more convincing.  Go ahead inside.”
Kagome’s jaw dropped as the man pulled the rope back.  As Kagome walked in, he handed her the ID.  “Just put on a brave face.  We’re not completely blood thirsty.”
She shook her head, her eyes the size of dinner plates.  She scuttled inside after Miroku and Sango, who walked straight to the bar.
“Two Mai Tai’s please,” Sango yelled out to the bartender.  This woman had red hair and turquoise eyes, also with pointed ears.  It also looked like she had a fluffy tail pinned to her brown leather skirt.
Miroku was craning his head above the crowd looking for someone.  Kagome was twisting her hands, scared and overly nervous. Sango pushed the orange drink into her hand. “Don’t be so nervous,” Sango whispered.  “You’re in the nicest fight club in Manhattan.”
The drink in Kagome’s hands was drained fairly quickly, prompting Sango to order her another drink.  Miroku had a disappointed look on his face.
“What’s wrong?” Sango asked him, sipping her own drink, watching Kagome chug her second drink.  
“I thought he’d be here tonight, but I don’t see him anywhere.  He was supposed to fight but something went down.”
“Who?” Kagome piped up, feeling the alcohol lower her inhibitions. She was feeling far more relaxed, and was craving another one of the drinks.
“Oh, this guy named Inuyasha.  He’s one of the best fighters.  I’ve known him for about a year now.  Fun guy.”
Kagome finished her drink and went to the bar, waiving down the bartender.  “Hey, can I get another one of these fruity drinks?”
The bartender looked at her suspiciously.  “How many of those have you had?”
“Just two.”
The bartender raised her eyebrow at her and made the drink far faster than any human could.  A new drink was pushed into her hand.  “Sango’s tab, right?”
Kagome nodded and took the drink, finding her way back to the couple, but didn’t see them anywhere.  Panic began to set in.  She started to drink faster, draining her third drink.  She brought the glass back to the bar and began wandering around, looking for familiar faces.
She made it towards the front of the fighting ring, feeling the alcohol take effect far more quickly than she would have liked.  Like a brick wall, she felt the room begin to spin, her mind foggy and her body loose.  She started to stumble around the bar in a frenzy looking for the familiar face of her roommate and her friend.
She tripped over someone’s foot and fell face first into a man’s lap, knocking over the table that held his drink.  The drink fell into the lap of a woman at the table and the woman jumped up in anger.
“Watch where you’re going, you stupid human!” yelled the woman.  Kagome looked up and saw the woman had short purple hair and blood red eyes.  Kagome quickly got herself up and straightened her clothes, but felt herself falling again.  The man she fell into stood up and caught her, holding her up.
“Hey, you okay?” he asked her.  Kagome looked up to see deep set amber eyes looking into her own.  His hair was silver and fell to his lower back, his skin was tan with an olive tint to it.  He looked relatively human except for the small dog ears on the top of his head.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” she slurred, trying to push herself away to stand up, but she struggled to stay standing. He caught her arm.
“No, you’re not,” he stated.  “Did you come here alone?”
She shook her head. “I came here with my roommate, but I lost her.”
“Who’s your roommate?”
“Sango… I don’t know her last name,” Kagome muttered.  She was hating herself right now, she should have known her roommates last name.  “I came with her and… her friend?  Miroku I think his name was?”
“Stay here, I’ll find them.  Don’t move,” he ordered, and she had no complaints.  He disappeared into the crowd and a few minutes later Sango and Miroku appeared with the demon behind them.
“Where did you go?” Sango asked, kneeling down to look at the very drunk Kagome.
“I went to get another drink and you disappeared,” Kagome slurred again, feeling the alcohol stabilize in her stomach.  She realized that she hadn’t eaten that day.
Sango looked at Kagome hard.  “Why did you want another drink?”
“Makes me less nervous.  There’s so many people here.”
Kagome stood up, finding her balance and determined to stand up straight.  “I fell in this guys lap and he went and found you guys.  I also spilled a drink on a girl I think was a demon.  She was pretty pissed.”
The silver haired demon began laughing.  “Yeah, she was a demon.”
“Thanks for finding her, Inuyasha.  She’s new to New York,” Miroku told Inuyasha.
“Inuyasha?  This is the demon you said is such a good fighter?” Kagome exclaimed.  “Wow!  I’ve never met a fighter before!”
Inuyasha smiled, showing his fangs.  “Someone’s been bragging about me.  Did they say anything else?”
“No, should they have?” Kagome asked innocently.  
He just gave her a smile that she couldn’t read.  “I’d ask if you want a drink, but you seem a little drunk.”
She blushed at his comment.  “Yeah I haven’t eaten since I got off the plane.  I guess I underestimated how much liquor I can handle.”
He couldn’t help but smile at her once more.  She was cute.  Very young, but cute.  He could also tell she wasn’t used to wearing such skimpy clothing.  She didn’t even notice that the front zipper was dangerously high, he was occasionally get glimpses at her red panties.  
“Well how about we all get out of here and get a bite to eat?” Miroku suggested.  Sango began to give him a sour look but when she saw how intently Inuyasha was staring at the young vixen, she nodded in agreement.


The great thing about New York City is that it is the city that never sleeps.  Kagome had heard this term several times, and while her home town of San Francisco was similar, it was nothing compared to New York.  They walked back closer to the University and found a small ramen shop.  The group walked in and ordered their ramen, Inuyasha’s arm slowly making its way around Kagome’s waist.  Kagome hardly noticed, feeling the pains in her stomach from the alcohol and the hunger.  She sat down next to Inuyasha, Sango and Miroku on the opposite side.  There were a few people in the restaurant, but many people were giving Inuyasha dirty looks.
“Inuyasha… you may want to…” Miroku began to say, but Inuyasha held his hands up in understanding.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, making his way to the bathroom.  A few minutes later Inuyasha reappeared, but his hair was black and his eyes were a dark blue.  His dog ears were gone.  Kagome looked confused, unable to determine exactly what was going on.
“Appearance spell, usually demons aren’t really welcomed in any business after dark,” he explained, taking a drink of the bubble tea set before him.  “So Kagome, where are you from?”
It took Kagome a moment to realize he was speaking to her.  She was confused for a moment, then spoke slowly as to not slur her speech.  “I was raised in Chinatown, San Francisco, but my family is Japanese.”
He smiled.  “I was born in Japan, do you speak the language as well?”
“A little, but it was never really my strong suit.  I mostly like the folklore.”
Miroku and Sango watched as the two chatted the night away, unable to get a word in.  The exhaustion showed on Kagome’s face the longer they were there, and after getting food into her the dark circles began to show through the thick make up.  Inuyasha seemed unfazed by her exhaustion, finding excuses to continue talking with Kagome.
After the meal was done, Miroku and Sango stood up to leave.  “We’re heading out, it’s getting way too late for us.  You coming with me Kagome?  Or do you want Inuyasha to walk you back?”
Kagome was mostly sober at this point, looking at the couple in front of her and looking over to Inuyasha.  
“I don’t mind walking you back.  You live with Sango, right?”
“I’ll have Inuyasha walk me back,” Kagome said, giving her roommate a nervous smile.  Sango gave her a reassuring smile, as did Miroku.  
“I better get her back in one piece, or you’re dead,” Sango barked at Inuyasha, causing everyone to laugh.
Shortly after Sango and Miroku left, Inuyasha threw a few bills on the table and stood up.  “How about we walk around for a bit?  It’s easier to walk and talk.”
She stood and followed Inuyasha, who offered his arm once they were on the street.  They strolled slowly through the city, the endless lights in every direction caught their attention.  Kagome was feeling more comfortable with him each passing moment.  
Kagome thought about the last time she had been with a man.  Her ex-boyfriend  Hojo was less than desirable.  They dated all through high school and when her family passed away, he was the one who offered a shoulder for her to cry on.  They became intimate one time, but it was disastrous and it resulted in them breaking up shortly after. Kagome had realized she wanted more adventure in her life.  Hojo didn’t warm her blood or excite her.  He was her friend at best.  
Touching Inuyasha’s arm, hearing his smooth voice talk, she felt a warmth in her belly that she hadn’t felt in a long time.  She felt like she could trust him, even if he was a half-demon and even if he was a fighter.
They felt a natural connection, something she was afraid was because of how lonely she was, but the more she thought about it, the more she liked it.  Casual sex and open relationships were more the norm now than ever before.  When school started and once she got a job she wouldn’t have time for a relationship, but right now, in this moment, she might feel a night of warmth that she has been craving for far too long.
Inuyasha wanted to kiss her.  Her lips had lost their glossy sheen and looked soft and plump.  She reminded him of a love he had long before he ever came to America, in a time of mysticism and feudal lords, but to him, she was different.  She was lonely, far lonelier than he was, and he knew that they could make any night special.
He saw an alley coming up and when they began to walk past it, he pulled her into it.  She was about to scream but he pressed his lips against hers before she could protest.  She was surprised at first, but the explosion of fire in her stomach, heating her thighs and warming her blood was not to be ignored.  Her body took over, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, unable to satisfy the hunger that was insatiable with his kiss alone.  His hands wandered down to squeeze her soft flesh beneath the leather skirt, moaning at how firm her muscles were.  She was far more athletic than he first realized.
The kiss broke and they were both panting for breath, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen.  Her eyes were half lidded and filled with desire, something he couldn’t ignore easily.
“I live right by here,” he gasped, kissing her frantically. She wove her fingers in his long hair, feeling his heart pound in his chest as he pressed his body flush to hers.
“Let’s go,” she gasped, unable to stop kissing the demon before her.  He broke the kiss, pulling her through the streets of New York.  They walked four blocks before he pulled her into a tall building.  They ran to the elevator, pushing the button to the penthouse.  As soon as the doors closed they were frantic once more, his disguise fading as his hair turned silver once more.  When Kagome opened her eyes, she was met with amber eyes and dog ears, silver bangs falling over his forehead.  
She was a little scared for a second, but he kissed her once more and the intensity seemed to skyrocket.  He tasted different, making her crave him more.  His body was hard against her, pushing her into the wall of the elevator.  The doors opened to the penthouse, and he quickly pulled her into the hallway, opening the door.  Their lips hardly parted as they dragged each other through the apartment, clothes flying off, kissing frantically as two young lovers would.  
Inuyasha felt the buttons fly off of his shirt from her force when his phone vibrated.  He knew who was texting him and he let out a groan.  He slowly broke the kiss from Kagome, pushing her away.  Her skirt was on the floor, as was the tube top.  She was left in nothing but the fishnets, bra, panties and boots.  
“We can’t do this,” he whispered, feeling regret in the pit of his stomach.  He wanted this woman more than he had wanted anything in his life.  He opened his eyes to be met with her confused face.



Author’s Note:  Dun dun dunnnn.  What will happen next?  Any suggestions can be left in the comments.  THANK YOU!