InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Long time forgotten feeling ❯ Mysteries and swords ( Chapter 5 )

N/A:Well, after a long time of non-updating here is chapter 4. I hope you like it and will keep reading my stories. I feel a bit ashamed of not updating in such a long time. I hope you can forgive me. As for my other fic, I think It'll take at least a week. Imagine the reason? I'm stuck! lol. Ok bye!

Kagome is not an alien of any sort. She's just a prodigy girl. In case this won't make sense in the story, critics call her like this for her amazing results at (how many years?) in so many sports. I wanted to have her strong because in the anime and manga she's too weak and she can't always be saved by Inuyasha! She has to be able to get on by herself! She's a bit too childish lets say. Once I liked the idea of having her a demon of some sort, but this now doesn't look good either so I just came to the conclusion of making her practice some sports where you need a lot of strenght.

Inuyasha, is not Kikyou boyfriend. As wierd as it may sound he isn't, I wanted to have something different between them and in fact they're best friends. I got a bit fed up how having them being attached together all the time. If they'll become girlfriend and boyfriend later on, I won't absolutely make it all romance romance, kisses kisses and perfect life for them just because only Kagome and Sesshoumaru have to suffer.

Kagome also has this really bad temper from when she was 15. You know, being treated like shit and not being loved by your family, after a while you just stay on the defensive side. You don't trust anybody and get angry for stupid things. She also gets this a bit from Kouga, but I'm not getting into that; he still has to appear. Deep within, she is actually really nice and cute, but the only one to who she shows this side of her is Sango.

Disclaimer: I've tried and tried but, I still cannot figure a good plan to capture Inuyasha and the gang of cuties there!

Long time forgotten feeling

Round 5: Mysteries and swords…

The room was gloomy and gray, the white walls surrounded the students that were intently listening to the sensei. Only one person was not writing. As if thinking about something else.

Kagome sat in her chair, stare directed to nowhere in particular while thinking about what had just happened. He could be so mean without making any effort to do so. All's going to turn out just as in high school. Could that really be? Of course she didn't want it to. It had taken more than six months to be able to ignore all that had happened.

To be sincere, at times, when she was alone, she would remember it all and get somehow depressed. She was like brought down into a deep black cave with no end. This had been her life from when she was three, a deep cavern in the darkest corner of hell. Hated by her mother and grandfather, nearly brought to death by her classmates.

Her dad always used to tell her a story, when she was sad she always thought about it again and it made her feel better. She had been only three then, but she could still remember all of it:

It was about a man called Shinako and a lady called Ashamra. He was the lord of the lords ad she was a smart yakuza. She had been commissioned to kill Shinako and one night entered his castle without the guards noticing it. Ashamra had sparkling blue eyes and long black hair, that night she was wearing a black vest and brought a katana by her side. She walked towards the left wing where the lord's room was.

Shinako wasn't stupid. He knew that Ashamra would soon arrive in his chambers to kill him. He was a pretty unusual man. His hair was black and long just as Ashamra's and his eyes, a gleaming green. He looked more like a god or a demon than a human. When Ashamra entered the lord's room what she found was nothing. She looked around until a sudden movement of air caught her attention. Shinako had made a big slash on her arm with his katana and was now looking at her.

She was having problems holding her sword as she realized she had no chase of winning. She didn't want to die from the hands of the man she was supposed to kill and so she stabbed herself at the heart. She was bleeding a lot and fell to her knees. Shinako came by her side and picked her up. He lied on his bed and started mending her wounds. She fell asleep and woke only one day after. He had looked over her for all the time. When she woke the only thing she could ask was "Why?" He answered that he didn't know but that it felt right. From then they lived together, as friends, brothers and then as husband and wife.

Her daddy-kun always said that the moral in this story was; everybody has a second possibility in life and can have a happier one they can live. Oh how she wished he was right. All she wanted was a happy life without problems...

She heard the bell ring and thoughtfully she exited the class. Today was Monday, she would have to go at Kendo club in about one hour. Well, at least this was a positive thing. Kendo always brought some stress out of her. She looked around, all the students looked the same, no one stood out in the crowd. All dressed with the uniforms although it was not obligatory.

Were she and Sango the only ones with a brain in this school?

The fact she was in trouble would make Kouga happy. He thought that the way she behaved was too nice and good for someone like her. At times she couldn't well understand him; she couldn't be as troublesome as he was and wouldn't change.

Somehow though, she had started misbehaving and being really violent towards others for very little things...

Kagome had changed a lot. That was obvious to him. She was more determined and courageous now, but something about her was strange, as if she was confused in some way. Well, he couldn't care the less. She wanted to get into trouble? Then she would, he wouldn't stop her. She was nothing to him, just someone he had once known.

Yet, there was one thing she'd learn, she had to respect him. This was the thing he couldn't accept about her, she wasn't respectful towards him. Everybody had always been and she wouldn't make an exception. He had a good plan for that. Smirking he walked towards the garden. There would be Kendo club in an hour and he would pass the remaining time outside in the only place where nobody ever went; the garden behind the university.

When he exited the front door the spectacle he was shown was almost magical. He didn't like these things but was quite impressed. The students were sitting on the benches and conversing animatedly with each other. The sakura trees were in full bloom and their petals flew everywhere creating pinkish shades in the sky.

He started his way to the back garden and stopped when he saw her. Kagome was arguing with a guy right in front of the dormitory. He was dressed just like her, but all in black. He had orange hair and brown eyes. He picked only a few parts of the conversation while making his way to the garden. "And so?! Shippo,You just tell Kouga I'm not comin today and that's that! Where's the problem! Damn. He 's so fucking stressing sometimes." "Yo Kagome calm down! Why aren't ya coming huh? Sure it's something important. Why can't u tell me? After all I hafta give Kouga a reason' cuz he's gonna get really angry!" "I gotta go somewhere but just tell him I'm sick, ok Shippo-chan?" she said with a sad smile "Yeah, sure Kagome-chan"

Who was this Kouga guy? Her boyfriend? If it was, he wasn't a recommendable person if he got angry only because she wasn't meeting him. Well, these were her problems. He decided not to matter anymore before he started to think about her seriously, or even care for her. This disgusted him. He, caring for somebody? No way.

The only one had ever cared for, his mother, was gone and no one could ever be blessed with such an honor again. He reached the garden and found that there was somebody, the person he less wanted to meet. His brother. What the hell was Inu-yasha doing here? He might just as well find out why. "Inu-yasha, why is the 'great and mighty' in such a place?" His brother turned around, Inu-yasha was angry but is face betrayed his emotions. It looked like something had completely devastated him, he could just guess what.

"None of your business Sesshoumaru." Came the cold answer. Inu-yasha then turned around and lied, face to the ground on the grass. This was pretty unusual for his brother. Inu-yasha always got angry and raged at him whenever he made a remark such as this. Maybe Kagome had given him a life lesson. Never underestimate your opponent. He smirked. She was nearly as good as him in making Inu-yasha fell like shit.

He sat on the ground and unsheathed his katana. He started to sharpen it. He wanted his Tenseiga to be perfect. His sword was the only thing his father had ever given him. This was not the only reason though, the first thing they taught you at kendo was: never let you sword get rusty or damaged. He had well learnt the lesson and Tenseiga was always shining and dangerously sharp.

From some time the rules had changed and at kendo were used bamboo-made swords instead of the metal deadly ones. The ones who could master this technique though were still stuck to the ancient rules and continued the old way. He was one of these and didn't approve what had been changed. He had been yelled at by all the different kendo instructors who had came to the college, year by year. But no one of them, not a single one had won. He had always used his sword, taking care not to rip anyone obviously.

How she hated Kouga when he was so obstinate. Once in a while she could stay home! Now she would have to more often because university was tough! Didn't he understand? Well, if he didn't he'd have to stick with that in some way, she didn't care how.

Stressed she ran to her room and found that Sango had already moved in. They were going to have fun together! Not as in high school, here there were any life threatening spars with stupid idiots. Only her and Sango and many new friends she wished she could make.

She grabbed her katana, which was placed on top of her bed, and ran towards the gym. Takiden, her sword, was her father's katana. He had been one of Japan's N.1s and she had learnt from him. He had transmitted her the passion for this discipline. Good thing Tokyo U had after school clubs, she could continue on what she liked more in the world.

When she reached the gym there were the ones of karate club practicing. She had to take that club too but today she had missed it because she had forgotten her suit in her apartment at Ginza. Shiharu-sensei called me near him and said, "Higurashi-san! What an honor! Shouldn't you be taking lesson today?" she blushed slightly, no one had ever her Higurashi-san. "I know, but I happened to forget my suit at home and I don't like having karate in normal garments. I think you can understand." "Of course! Karate is a serious sport! Very well Higurashi-san I hope you'll be here on Wednesday!"

"You can bet I will! Oh, and by the way, don't call me Higurashi-san, you can call me Kagome."

"Ok Kagome, sure, then you call me Hirai! Bye!" He turned and sprinted away to teach the young students, who apparently didn't know anything about karate.

"Bye Hirai!" she yelled so he could hear her.

All the girls of the course turned around and started chatting while looking at her. Odd. Was she so interesting? She made a confused face and then walked the other way.

Hirai was really a nice person, she reasoned while making her way to the changing rooms. He had black short hair and dark brown eyes. He was a 5th grade student at the university and was rather popular between the girls. She chuckled; some of the girls probably went to karate club only because he was the teacher.

She looked around, the gym was like the one near her flat. The one she had trained in for more than 2 years now, right after she had got a job, bought her apartment and started passing holidays away from her 'family'. It smelled of wood and of winter breeze.

The floor was made of wood and on the wall there were hanged the different belts for each discipline. On the eastern wall, the ones for karate, on the western one, the ones for kendo and on the southern, the ones for judo. Near the belts there were the trophies won by the different clubs and the photos of the groups, one for each year. The wall had looked like a puzzle of photos when she had first looked at it. Tokyo U was really old that the all the pictures couldn't fit on the wall.

This was funny. She laughed softly and entered the changing room. She wore her outfit and exited the room. She was half an hour early, she hadn't realized that only twenty minutes had passed from when she had talked with Shippo and thirty from when the lessons had ended.

When she walked in the dojo, a strange buzz of voices could be heard. This was unnerving, she didn't like when people disturbed her and this was exactly what those karatekas were doing. Didn't they know that in any discipline, may it be kendo or karate, you should concentrate only in what YOU are doing. She decided to ignore them and started her exercises.

Even though many people think that in kendo you wear the typical samurai suit, in this discipline, most of the time you actually don't. This complicated outfit is worn only in ceremonies and great tournaments. During practice and small battles you usually wear an outfit similar to the one archers and miko use. The only difference is the protective mask worn over the face. It could be rather painful to get a wound on the face. Even because you would have the scar for the rest of your life. That wasn't funny at all, her dad had one and he didn't like to talk about it.

It was two o'clock, people from kendo club were arriving now. Daimiya-sensei had arrived a few minutes ago and had been rather impressed of finding her there so early. He had been impressed when she had told him who she was too; everyone got pleasantly shocked she reasoned; it was rather dumb.

Everyone had arrived, she waved goodbye to Hirai as he exited the gym with some of the girls who were 'stuck' to him and turned towards her club companions. She discovered all of them were 4th and 5th graders and were so tall! They didn't look rather strong though; it seemed she could easily beat them, apart one. He was the tallest of the guys and had already started to practice. He had his mask on and so she couldn't well figure who he was. But then, as a lightning in the dark, it struck her, who if not Inuyasha or Sesshoumaru had silver hair? Great… She though gloomily, just what she needed to 'release' her stress.

Good thing she had tied her hair in a ponytail, he hadn't noticed her. Then Daimiya-sensei called out for them. Quickly they went to face him and he introduced himself. A buzz of voices could be heard after this first statement.

"Hey Daimiya-san, no need to introduce yourself! We all know who you are!" said one

"True! Nobody new comes in this club from years! There are no cute girls…" said another

"Well, that's true, but there's somebody new this year. A 1st grader exactly. But I'm not going to tell you who it is! You have to figure out for yourselves! Ha!" Daimiya-sensei looked pretty happy by being able to make such a statement.

He was a tall and big man. He had brown eyes and black hair. Not taking in consideration his height, he was just as many other Japanese men. His voice was low, but with a friendly accent that made her feel comfortable. He had by his side a bamboo katana. Hey wait! A bamboo katana? She looked at all the others, everybody apart the Sesshoumaru/Inuyasha guy had bamboo katanas! What was this supposed to mean?

Sesshoumaru looked at the newcomer intently, it was a girl, he was sure of that. She wasn't very tall and her movements had feminine grace. She wore red pants, while boys wore blue ones. And well, she had certain curves that men didn't have to say it all.

"AHH! Look! She's a girl! Thanks for the good news Daimy-chan!" Screamed one of them

Eh?! She found herself surrounded by all her club-mates in an instant and couldn't stand the dozen of questions without shouting out in anger.

"What's your name?" asked one

"Where do you come from?" another

"Why did you chose this sport?" one asked

"Take off your mask and show your face" said another

Suddenly, without saying anything she screamed "Would you shut the fuck up!"

That's probably Kagome. Sesshoumaru thought. She usually would shout like that in a similar situation. He could almost see her angered face under the mask and grinned. She had managed to get into problems right the first day of college.

"Well, I see our young lady has energy! And I see you have a good katana there, let me take a look" Daimiya-sensei said, probably trying to calm the waters down a bit.

"I am not, your, young lady." She said slowly, making sure they understood she was no toy or like any other girl in the university.

"Here, This is Takiden, my father's sword." She said returning an almost calm and nice mood, almost.

"Your father's? Did you take it without permission?" Daimiya-sensei said joking.

"He's dead Daimiya-san." She said turning her stare to the floor sadly.

"Oh, my apologies. But then, it has a sharp edge, and it's made of a valuable metal indeed. It's light and powerful at the same time. Words are nothing though, lets test it against Tenseiga" Daimiya-san said giving her back her sword with a smile on his face.

Kagome was speechless, she could just imagine whose Tenseiga was and it wasn't reassuring. "Well, yeah, I suppose we could." She knew this was just a way for saying 'battle with him', but she couldn't retreat. She turned towards the tall man on the other side of the room, her heart had never been so heavy in all her life because of the memory of her father and one single battle.

Sesshoumaru watched as the discussion as came to the point it was at now. He had to battle with Kagome only to test her sword? Daimiya-sensei had probably used that as an excuse. Still, he would test her, he wanted to see if her abilities had gotten better. He would battle for the second time with the 'sports prodigy girl', as she was called by critics. It would turn to be rather amusing indeed.

Hi! Hey that took so long… I'm sorry terribly sorry, so sorry you can't imagine T-T The fact is I didn't have any good ideas and then I was stuck to bed by a flu and then had to write 2 one-shots for school…bla bla bla

Ok, mumbling about what's been isn't an intelligent thing to do. So I'll just say bye and hope to update soon.