InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Kagome, Born of Fire ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 2 )

Kagome, Born of Fire
By: Demonsaya

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Chapter 1

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Inuyasha entered the school silently, glancing back and forth. Several students were staring at him and whispering. He stood there for a long minute, then took a deep breath, walking towards his locker. He had specifically requested the locker numbered 666 as a joke, but the school administration had not found it amusing. They tried to fight it, saying that he just was a deviant, he shouldn't get his locker number changed from the original 132, but he'd simply said 666 fit his personality, and if he didn't get it from admin, he'd just trade with the actual owner of the locker.

It was inside the locker he'd found his precious lighter.

This morning, he found his locker without much trouble. After all, everyone in the school knew how his temper was, and since he hadn't entered with Kikyou, it was obvious the pair had broken up, and he was NOT happy about it. They knew when he was in a bad mood, to just stay out of his way.

Most of them did, anyways.

Waiting near his locker was his sometimes friend Kouga, who was wearing a smirk, that while it sometimes made him feel mischevious and feel like raising some hell, this morning just pissed him off. “What the fuck do you want?” He snarled, spinning his combination with practiced ease.

“I hear Kikyou dumped you?”

“Hear that did ya?” Inuyasha snarled wrenching his locker door open.

“Yeah.” He grinned again. “So that means she's available, right?”

The hanyou could see where this was going already. He could also see Kikyou up the hall, eyeing Kouga with a small smile on her face. “I wouldn't go out with her if I were you, Kouga. She'll take up all your time for nothing. She only spreads for guys she doesn't date.” He said, grabbing his books, and slamming his locker shut. He'd said it loud enough that everyone in the viscinity, Kikyou included could hear.

Kikyou's face darkened. “You prick!” She screamed.

Inuyasha looked at her and tilted her head to the side. “Sticks and stones, bitch. Sticks and stones.” He walked past her and reached into his jacket, pulling out his lighter. It was made of metal, with a detailed etching of flames on both sides. There were rubies lining the narrower sides. He'd taken it by Myoga, a pawn shop dealer, to get it priced years ago. Myoga had gotten a rather strange look on his face and said he couldn't buy that off of him, it was more valuable than money.

Since then, only Miroku had seen it.

He reached his class and flopped down, flicking his lighter a few times, hoping to spark a small flame. He had never really tried to use the lighter besides when he first found it an last night. He hadn't been entirely surprised that it didn't work the first time, but today, he'd sat down and examined it. The flint looked plenty fresh and when he shook it, he could hear the sound of lighter fluid slosh around in it.

“If you don't mind, Fushizawa-san, please don't play with that in class.”

The hanyou glanced up at the teacher, finding the red eyes that had him pinned down rather unnerving. He snorted, slipping it into his pocket. Naraku Muriken was definitely not his favorite teacher. There was something eerie about him, something evil.

Then again, maybe that was just because he was the only youkai teacher, and seemed quite content to fail all of his students if given the chance. This history class was one of the things he was failing miserably. The other was his English class, which he just didn't care enough about to try in.

He glanced towards his friend and Miroku met his gaze, then rolled his eyes. The dark haired boy slipped a note onto his desk, and Inuyasha snorted. It wasn't really a note, more of a quick sketch of Naraku in nearly ridiculously spiky armor, while Inuyasha was dressed in feudal period clothing, slicing through him with an enormous sword. Quickly, he folded it and slipped it into his notebook, to add to the collection of Miroku's amusing sketches.

Class drug on, then the next, and the next. The only relief was that Inuyasha never had to move a muscle. Each class was held in the same room, only the teacher's changed. Miroku and he relaxed a bit as the day went on, dropping rude comments towards Kikyou's friends during lunch. They bit back icily, which made the hanyou-human pair laugh.

“So you staying again tonight?” Inuyasha asked over his cup of ramen.

Miroku gave a strained smile and shook his head. “No. There are some things at home I need to take care of first. I gotta do laundry and intercept my report card. The old turd sees it and he's gonna have a cow.”

“I'd pay to see that.” Inuyasha grinned. “The old man giving birth to a full grown cow? That's money making cinema, there.”

Miroku let out a snort, stirring his noodles as well. “Are you sure your brother wont care if I move in with you two?” He asked, glancing back up at him.

The hanyou shrugged. “I don't see why he would. You practically live there anyways. He had a room made up for you as it is.” He saw the nervous look on his friends face and put a hand on his arm. “Hey, you want me to come along? If nothing, I can keep the old man's hands off of you.”

The boy shook his head, his face serious. “No, Inuyasha. This is something I have to do myself.” He said softly.

Inuyasha nodded. “Alright.”

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Miroku walked into his father's apartment quietly, stepping over every loose floorboard that he came near. He walked into his bedroom and pulled out a black trash bag. Without a word, he started shoving in his clothing and any precious items he found. One of which was a picture of his mother and birth father, holding a very small him. He shoved that into his bag as well. He also located his mother's jewelery, stashing that in the bag as well.

He thought he would get out of the apartment home free, when he heard the front door open and his step-father come stumbling in. Drunk. Again.

Miroku stood there in front of him, two black trash bags thrown over his shoulder, trembling.

“Taking out the trash, eh, kid?” The man looked at the bags closely, then around the apartment, realizing that most of Miroku's things were missing. His face darkened and he stepped towards the young man.

Miroku stepped back.

The older man raised a fist, and punched Miroku as hard as he could in the face. He fell backwards, hearing glass inside the bag break beneath his hand and slice deeply into his palm. His step-father fell onto him, hitting him as hard as he could. “You're fucking not goin' anywhere, brat!” The old man screamed, slamming Miroku's head against the floor.

The boy remained silent. Eventually, the man's wild movements stopped and he slumped to the floor, finally passing out in his drunken stupor. Miroku stood up with a little difficulty, and scooped up his bags with his good hands, then walked out of the apartment, closing the door. He locked it behind him and tossed his keys into the trash can.

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Some one was trying to call her. The daughter of fire clung to her home desperately, her entire being feeling frail. She could sense anger in the one trying to summon her. Not the same anger as Naraku. Not evil anger. Raw, and misguided anger. Still, she couldn't come out for an angry person. She needed someone with a good heart, a good spirit. Someone who wouldn't misuse her powers.

She desperately turned her thoughts to her sisters. She had felt Kagura's fear not long ago. It felt as though it had only been moments before. It told her that Naraku still existed in the world, and he had one of her sisters. Soon, the time would come to leave her home. To find Naraku and rid the world of him. She just had to find the right spirit...

She and her sisters were in grave danger. She had to save Kagura. She had to save her sister born of air.

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The knock at the door woke Inuyasha from a dead sleep. He yawned, standing up and walking towards the entrance. It wasn't Sesshoumaru. His brother had arrived home hours ago and was sleeping in the main room of the apartment. That left Miroku, whom he fallen asleep waiting for. He glanced through the peep hole and found his friends back to him and two large black trashbags. He opened the door with a yawn. “Shit, man, where you been?”

Miroku turned towards him slowly.

Inuyasha sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh, fuck...” He grabbed his arm carefully, pulling him into the entry. It was covered in marble tiles, which wouldn't stain from the blood. “Hold on a sec.” He ran to the bathroom while Miroku removed his sneakers. The hanyou returned with a damp towel, which he put against Miroku's palm and wrapped his hand around. “Come on, man. Let's get you cleaned up.”

Inuyasha had been trying to convince Miroku to move into his older brother's apartment for years. Ever since he'd learned of what Miroku's step-father did to him. More than once, he'd had to clean up his best friends wounds. Yet, never had he seen it as bad as tonight. “What the hell happened?” He asked, rinsing the cut on his palm with warm water and checking carefully for glass.

“He caught me as I was leaving. He was drunk as hell. The only reason he didn't kill me is 'cause he passed out after about ten minutes.” Miroku winced as he spoke, his jaw still smarting from the right hook his step-dad gave him. “I didn't wait around for him to wake up. I hightailed it out of there and threw my keys in the dumpster.”

“Then you're staying here from now on.” Inuyasha said, frowning. “Good. I was wondering when you'd come to your senses.”

“Heh.” Miroku just grinned.

About half an hour later, Sesshoumaru appeared at the doorway. “Something happened at one of our hotels again. I have to go in early and check it out.” Sesshoumaru said blearily, his eyes still heavy from sleep deprivation. “I'll be back around ten tonight.” He said, then stumbled towards the door.

Inuyasha frowned deeply. Something was always happening at the families hotels. Suicides, 'Romeo and Juliettes', murders, robberies. It seemed the more pricey the hotel, the weirder the shit that happened there was. Under a month ago, a mob boss was assassinated in the downstairs restaurant.

The hanyou finished cleaning up his friend and glanced at his watch. He had to get up for school in an hour, so there was no point going back to sleep. He helped his friend get settled into the spare bedroom and then changed for school. He found some left over chicken stir fry in the fridge and microwaved it for breakfast, and ate it quickly, stepping out onto the balcony for a quick smoke.

He'd bought a cheep bic lighter after school, because after all of that bullshit, he desperately needed a cigarette. He lit the cigarette between his lips and took a long drag, exhaling slowly. A sigh escaped him and he pulled out his antique lighter and gave it a few flicks. It sparked slightly and he sighed, giving it a good hard flick. To his amazement, it lit and stayed lit. He held it in his hands, waving it back and forth, watching the flame dance.

He felt heat at his back and heard a strange roaring sound in his ears. He turned, finding a girl floating about a foot off his balcony and he let out a strangled shout. The girl had black hair falling down around her in wild waves. The hanyou pressed his back firmly against the balcony railing, his logical mind trying to make sense of why the girl was surrounded by flames, but didn't seem to be burning.

Slowly, the girl's eyes opened, revealing two eyes, blue as the center of a flame.

Miroku appeared on the other side of the kitchen, his eyes wide with shock. “INUYASHA!” He called, moving towards them.

The girl didn't speak, just merely stared into Inuyasha's golden eyes. Then, her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell to the ground, the flames that had licked her body suddenly gone. He moved without think, catching her before she hit the ground. Slowly, he looked up at Miroku, who was staring back at him with an equally stunned expression. He could tell that both of them were thinking the same thing.

What the hell just happened?

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