InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Double O Demon ❯ World Famous Author ( Chapter 1 )

So…despite the fact that this has been posted thru ch. 17 on ff.n and I can't stand mm.o's formatting…I will post it here! Yay, the joys of illogical actions!!!

So happy!!!! Just saw The Last Night at Ballyhoo, it was wonderful! And found out one of my friends is Wiccan, I am not alone anymore! And the library has the Inu-Yasha movie and I'm only 9th on the list!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh and I won't post ch. 2 until I get at least 5 reviews.

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Anyway, on with the insanity…

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Double O Demon

Chapter 1: World Famous Author

Kagome Higurashi scanned the parking lot and sighed. Standing in the sun outside Borders she checked her watch for the fifteenth time in as many minutes. They were late.

This was unusual. The three of them-Sango, Miroku, and Inu-Yasha-were spies, and they almost always arrived early to check a place for traps, assassins, or anything else that might be out to harm them. But today they were late. She sighed again. Borders was a big place-perhaps they were still inside checking it.

Kagome didn't mind their jobs-much. She supposed she should be worried about the danger she was placed in by being around the three best spies in the US (and arguably the world…there were a few Russian agents who were marginally better than them, but they were all retired, anyway), but she wasn't. Sango, Miroku, and Inu-Yasha were the best for a reason, and she trusted them with her life.

Her suspicions were confirmed as they walked out of the bookstore to join her on the sidewalk. "You're late," she said amiably, and then groaned. "Honestly, could you three be any more obvious?"

Sango, her long black hair pulled up in a high ponytail, was wearing army-green pants that looked as though they had indeed come from an army surplus store, She had on a deep pink tank top and comfortable black sandals, all sheathed by a long white trench coat.

Miroku was wearing black denim jeans and a black denim jacket over a royal blue shirt. His black hair, though considerably shorter than Sango's, was also pulled back in a ponytail.

And finally Inu-Yasha. He was wearing denim carpenter's pants, a red T-shirt, and a black leather jacket. Kagome grinned as she wondered how he managed to keep the roots of his hair-such an impossibly silver-white color that it had to be dyed-from showing. Her smile widened as she studied his eyes, another impossible color-amber. She was sure he wore contacts, but every time she asked he went pink and became strangely deaf until Sango or Miroku hurriedly changed the subject.

(A/N back to the plot if you still remember it…) True, it was spring, and Wisconsin weather was unpredictable, but they were dressed for forty-degree weather when it was closer to seventy out. She had left her sweater in the car, wearing only the pink, red, and orange dress her brother Sota had given her for her last birthday.

"You guys," she complained. "You look like you're going to Antarctica."

Sango rolled her eyes. "One, you're exaggerating. Two, as Miroku likes to say, the only way to be truly inconspicuous is to be conspicuous. Three, you know how dangerous it is to be with us-do you really want us unarmed? Four, only someone who has spent a lot of time around spies would recognize our coats as the weapon-concealing garments they are. Oh and five, it is freezing in there."

Kagome laughed, holding up her hands in submission. "All right, all right, I yield. Come on, bring your `weapon-concealing garments' and let's go."

Smiling, they walked into Borders. Kagome led them to the shelves under a sign that read Adult Fiction: Science Fiction/Fantasy. She was practically skipping.

"Jeez, wench, calm down," grumbled Inu-Yasha. "It's just a book."

Kagome glared at him. "Yes, but it's my book. My first book!" She grinned. "Even you have to admit that's really cool."

"Feh," said Inu-Yasha, because neither he nor the author could think of any thing else…

"What is it called, Kagome?" Miroku asked.

Still grinning, she replied, "Try and find it. The books are alphabetical by author, so it shouldn't be too hard."

Sango and Miroku began to comb the shelves, looking for the "H" section. Kagome and Inu-Yasha followed behind, the latter looking interested in spite of himself.

"Hmm…" said Sango, peering at the shelf. "Hezet, Hibiscus, Hidingway…Hill. No Higurashi."

"What?" said Kagome. "But they told me it would be here! Let me see," she demanded, staring at the shelf. She turned away with a sigh.

Inu-Yasha snickered. "So much for the world-famous author."

He fell silent when Miroku tugged his hair. "Shh."

"Don't worry, Kagome," Sango said, slipping an arm around her shoulders. "Miroku, is there a computer around here?"

"Right there," Miroku replied, pointing to the glowing blue screen.

"All right," said Sango. "Let's see…Search by author, Higurashi, Kagome." The keys clicked under her fingers as she typed. "Aha!"

"Higurashi, Kagome, Demon's Goal," Miroku read as Inu-Yasha raised his eyebrows. "It says here that it's in the nonfiction section."

"What? But it's a novel! A story! I made it up," Kagome said weakly.

"Well, let's check it out," Sango said. They headed for the nonfiction shelves.

"Here it is!" Inu-Yasha called. He turned it over and read the back.

500 years ago in Feudal Japan there was created a jewel of terrifying power. This gem, the Jewel of Four Souls (also known as the Shikon Jewel or Shikon no Tama), was coveted by demons, for it could give them great power. It was given into the protection of the priestess Kikyo, and she guarded it well. But the demon Naraku wants it for himself and will stop at nothing to get it…

It continued with several reviews by authors and magazines, but Inu-Yasha took no notice. Shikon no Tama…priestess Kikyo…demon Naraku… "Damn," he said weakly.

"What? Inu-Yasha, what's the matter? You're all pale and shaking…would you like to sit down?" Kagome asked worriedly.

"No," he said, passing the book to Miroku with shaking hands. "Read this. We have to get her out of here."

"What? You guys, this isn't funny."

"It's not a joke, Kagome," Miroku said heavily. "This is going to be hard to believe, but…it's real. It's all real. The Shikon no Tama exists, and Naraku has been trying to get it for the last 500 years."

"But…I made it up. Besides, this doesn't take place now, my story happens in the Feudal Era of Japan."

"I know," Sango said. "I know it's hard to believe, but trust us. Kikyo died long ago, but she's been reincarnated in each generation…your family used to be in charge of a temple back in Japan, right?"

"Yes…"

"That explains it. You must be the next incarnation of Kikyo. That's how you know all of this. But the problem is, now every demon who reads this book is going to know where to find the Shikon no Tama."

"That's why we have to get you out of here," Inu-Yasha said.

"But…It can't be. That makes no sense. Demons aren't real-"

"I wouldn't bet on that," said a voice behind her.

Kagome spun around. She found herself facing a man with silver hair, yellow eyes, pointed ears and a crescent moon tattooed on his forehead. She relaxed, but only slightly, as she recognized the stores manager, Inu-Yasha's cousin.

"Inu-Yasha," he said pleasantly. "So nice to see you taking an interest in literature."

"Sesshomaru," Inu-Yasha said coldly. "Did you tell him?"

"And why would I want to be telling you that? Worthless half-breed," he added.

"Why you-hey!" Inu-Yasha complained as Miroku and (somewhat surprisingly) Kagome held him back.

"Stop it, Inu-Kun," Miroku whispered. "You have to concentrate on getting her out of here, and she'll never go with you if she knows you're a-"

"All right, I get it," Inu-Yasha growled.

"He's a demon?" Kagome said, amazingly calm. Inu-Yasha tensed, thinking she meant him, but relaxed when she nodded at the store manager.

Sesshomaru laughed. "Yes, Kikyo, I am a demon."

"Wha…I'm not Kikyo!" Kagome retorted. "It's Kagome. Ka-go-me."

"Not the time, Kagome," Inu-Yasha said. His voice was low, and something about it made her shiver. He sounded…dangerous. "Let's go."

"Okay…" She let him tow her out.

Behind her she heard Sesshomaru yell, "Don't let them leave!"

"Inu-Yasha…um…" Kagome said. He was still radiating cold energy (A/N can you radiate cold or is that only heat?).

"Sango and Miroku will handle it," he said shortly. He dragged her to his car and shoved her in. "Buckle your seatbelt," he growled, and started the car.

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Oh yeah Borders is a bookstore chain in the US and Wisconsin is a state in the US (go find it on a map. Nobody ever knows about us…), just in case you don't live in the US. And they're having a manga sale, so I will soon own many volumes of Inu-Yasha!!!! Very very very happy!

My brother wants Shippo to be one of the retired Russian spies…

Remember, Elephants Very Intelligently Examine Windows. And I need five or else I won't post!! Muahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!