InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heaven and Hell ❯ Introductions ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

Higurashi Kagome threaded her fingers through her jet-black hair that hung half way down her back. The shorter bangs feathered softly back down on her forehead. She had been sitting at her desk trying to finish up her assignments for tomorrow for the last four hours. Although she was only in her second year of college, summer classes and a heavy load had pushed her ahead to junior at Tokyo University. Her major was in pre-med. The only problem was that she sucked at math. 5(a-6/4) ^2=7(10b-c/5) made absolutely no sense to her. She was going to fail if she did not figure it out soon. If she failed this class it would pull her GPA down so low that she would be put on academic probation. If she did not pull it back up she would lose her scholarship and it would hurt her chances of getting into a good med school. Life just did not seem fair. The last two years had been hard on her. When she was 18 her mother, grandfather, and little brother were killed in a car wreck. She refused to call it an accident, because she was certain that someone thought she was going to be in that car- someone that wanted her dead. She could only thank her friends Sango and Legion for helping her stay sane after that. Groaning in despair she let her head fall with a thud on top of her book. Now the demonic entity known as math was destroying her chances at becoming a doctor.

“Having trouble with you math again?” came a sultry voice from behind her. Kagome turned behind to ascertain her tingling senses that it was indeed Legion. The woman was clothed in a pair of tight hip-huggin’ black leather pants and a tight crimson halter that dipped down low over her generous breasts which she sarcastically dubbed her work clothes. Sango had asked her if she was trying to be a hooker. Legion’s black hair was pulled into a ponytail that made her crimson colored bangs stand out. Her eyes were an unnatural blood-red color that most people assumed were contacts, but they were all natural or so she said. Kagome wondered how true that was, because sometimes in the right light they did not look quite right as though you were looking at them through tinted glass.

“You make me jealous,” Kagome said with a laugh as she gestured from Legion’s ample bosom to her own adequate one. “And yes, I hate math. Math is the work of the devil.”

“Don’t be jealous. These things are more problems than they are worth. If we were not already in debt trying to pay off the note on the bar, I would seriously consider a breast reduction.”

Kagome laughed at her friend’s disgusted expression. “So what idiot tried to put the moves on you this time?”

“A drunk retarded one. Anyway I just came to see if you wanted me to help you with your homework. I could feel the frustration even before you decided to use your book as a stress reliever. If you want tonight off that’s fine.  Sango called and said her date cancelled so she could take your shift if you need to study,” Legion said brushing her crimson bangs back behind her ears. Normally those ears would have been pointed, but she had obviously come from the bar downstairs. The three of them had decided to name it Heaven and Hell as a little of an inside joke. Legion was Hell being a demon and all; Kagome and Sango were Heaven, not that they were angelic or anything. Kami-san knew they really were anything but. Kagome had known Sango her entire life. Unbeknownst to the rest of their friends Sango’s family were demon exterminators and Kagome’s family was descended from a powerful line of mikos. A year before Kagome’s family had died, a demon had attacked Sango’s family, killing her parents.  Sango was someone that she could completely understand.

Legion, however, was an enigma that Kag and Sango were not sure they wanted to completely understand. They both knew she was a demon and had known since they had met her during their last year of high school. She did not talk about where she came from so the two girls had never asked. It never seemed that important anyway which because Kagome always wanted to know everything was really weird. Legion seemed to have some unknown source of money. After high school she and Sango had decided they wanted to open this club. When Kag’s family had died they had made sure that she was involved. None of the girls had families except for Sango whose little brother was in a coma at the local hospital. So for the most part they took care of each other. They all lived in a really cool loft apartment above the club. Legion had the floors sound-proofed so that the noises from below did not reach them. Thus, the apartment was amazingly quiet all the time.

At that moment, a door slammed somewhere in the apartment. Legion cringed, because the noise was so loud to her demonic hearing. “That is probably Sango. I got the impression when she called that the reason her date cancelled is because she laid him out when he go too pushy. Men are such wusses when they can’t take a strong woman.”

At that moment, a very angry Sango walked in to the room and plopped onto Kag’s bed. “I hate men!” she declared with a vengeance. Glaring angrily at Kag and Legion, who had leaned against the desk while she was talking to Kagome, she elaborated, “He said that if I really liked him I would be more than willing to hop into the sack with him. My place is on my back, according to him. Fucking Asshole!”

Legion said, “Down, girl, you are preaching to choir.”

Kagome walked over to give her lifelong friend a comforting hug. “He didn’t try to force you or anything? I’ll have to go kick his ass again if he did. I think we might convince Legion to eat him if we beg nicely enough.” Legion stuck her finger in her mouth in a gagging motion, which made Sango laugh.

“No, he didn’t get much past the remark about my place being on my back, before I laid him out cold on the floor. I stayed long enough to make sure I didn’t kill him before I left. I think he got the message though. Anyway, I told Legion that I would work your shift in the club tonight. I know that you have math due tomorrow,” She said with one of her understanding smiles.

“Thanks, I think I will take you up on that. I really need some help with this math. So you, Legion, are going to help me.”

“Yes, Massa, yes,” she said sarcastically. (A/N…I believe that slavery was a terrible crime that was perpetuated upon African-Americans. This is not meant to in any way mock the terrible suffering that they under went. If you find it offensive, you are welcome not to continue the story.)

“I’m gonna go change and see if I can get things ready for tonight. I need something to work off my anger,” Sango said with a growl. “Don’t make her think too hard, Legion. And don’t feed her after midnight. You know what happens then.”

Kagome waded a piece of paper and threw it after Sango’s hastily retreating back. “You have watched that seedy horror movie too many times,” she yelled after her.

A muffled, “Gremlins is a classic,” reached her ears.

Legion just shook her head. “Shall we tackle this evil that we lovingly call, Math?” Kagome moaned in mock pain. “I’ll take that as yes.”

~Across Town~

Miroku watched his best friend practice with his sword with an experienced eye. He had to admit that Inuyasha was getting better. Even Sesshomaru was actually putting some sweat into this fight. Normally, Inuyasha just rushed in like a berserker with no real thinking involved. Today he actually looked like he was putting a tiny bit of forethought into it, albeit it was a teeny, tiny bit.

As Inuyasha lunged in for the kill he was met by his brother’s blade.  Sesshomaru noticed Miroku standing in the doorway to the training room. He said, “Enough. Rin is home.”

Inuyasha stepped away from Sesshomaru with a smirk. “Excuses, Excuses.”

Sesshomaru ignored him as he hung his practice sword on its mount. “Do not tempt me, hanyou.”

Miroku placed a hand on Inuyasha chest as Sesshomaru left the room. “Let it go, Inuyasha. We don’t have time for fighting amongst ourselves. There are others who are more important to fight.” 

“Feh.”

Then, with a sudden change in expression and subject, Miroku said, “So how about you and me check out that new club that opened downtown last month. I heard they renovated an old factory for it. I think the name is Heaven and Hell. I heard that it is amazing.”

Inuyasha groaned, “You’re just interested in how many women you can fondle and ask to bare your child, pervert.”

“I am simply an admirer of the artistic beauty of the female form. Is it so wrong to appreciate aesthetics?” he replied with a lecherous grin.

“Feh.”

“So are you coming?”

“Yeah, if only to keep you out of trouble,” Inuyasha said with smirk. “I haven’t forgotten about the last time we let you go out alone. It was real interesting to have to pick you up from the emergency room where the girl’s boyfriend cracked your collarbone with that baseball bat.”

“I maintain to this day that I did not touch her,” Miroku protested with an innocent expression. “That guy was simply psychotic.”

Inuyasha moved away from his friend and looked suggestively at the ceiling as though he were expecting something.

“What is wrong with you?” Miroku asked in confusion.

“Nothing, just trying to get out of the line of fire,” Inuyasha deadpanned.

Miroku, of course, having been trained to be a Buddhist monk did not catch the reference. “Huh?”

Inuyasha simply shook his head, “Never mind. It is only funny when you understand the joke. Come on, if we are going to go clubbin’ tonight, I have got to take a shower.”

Miroku followed his friend upstairs still trying to figure out what Inuyasha had meant.