InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ My Heart Will Never Know ❯ Inu My Lover ( Chapter 1 )

My Heart Will Never Know
By Moonraker One

CHAPTER ONE - Inu My Lover

She sat upon the branch of a tree, contemplating jumping from where she was, down at least twenty-three feet to crash on the rocks on the ground below, and break her head wide open. It didn’t matter to Kagome anymore; she’d already had her heart ripped out and crushed in a single instant, so why would she feel the pain of smashing her head against a sharp rock? Not once did she believe she could actually drive a wedge between Kikyo and Inu-Yasha, because their love was simply too long-burning a flame to put out, but she at least hoped he’d realize that the form she had was just an ogre’s tricks–a useless heap of bones pulled back to life by Urasue–not the pure spirit she once was. She knew his love for her would be in vain the instant he realized this, but it did not happen. It was a blow through her heart when she realized that he knew but didn’t care. When she’d waited in an place she thought he couldn’t smell or sense her, she heard him utter the unforgivable killing words.
“What is it that you see in Kagome?” Kikyo had questioned him, her voice dire as though his answer held life itself in the balance. He’d taken the question literally–meaning his answer was in terms of how much thought of her as a worthy partner.
“She’s good with an arrow,” he’d answered quickly, realizing she didn’t mean it that way. Before he could recant his answer, she viciously interrupted him.
“I didn’t mean that!” she screeched, causing him to clasp his dog-like ears. She lowered her tone for fear of attracting unwanted demon presences. “What I meant was, what makes you love her?” Kagome hid beneath a log in a hole in the ground, the nasty rat droppings concealing her scent. She could barely stand the odor but did so anyway for she wanted so direly to hear his answer. Sweat formed on her forehead as her heart pounded. Inu-Yasha’s eyebrows came lower, closer to his eyes as he pondered the priestess‘s question. Kagome just had to believe that this was a bad omen. Yet, as long as she held onto the belief that he cared for her in a loving way, his next sentence blew her mind immediately.
“What makes you think I love her?!” he asked, sounding as though he’d be lashed at with a whip. “I like her because she’s helpful and she can see Shikon jewel shards, but I only love you.” He put extra emphasis on the l-word. Her world fell apart the moment she heard those words. It wasn’t until later (after she’d confronted him) that he saw how his words had ripped her chest cavity open and squashed her heart. If she’d cared for anything, it was him. Did he even consider her feelings? No. Then again, it was his style to ignore her, but never did she think he’d hurt her.
That was earlier that morning, and it was a reason she didn’t understand why the sky was so blue, the grass so green. Life seemed to go on whether or not she could ever love again. Sango would still pray for the life of her little brother (which now depended on a single shard of the Shikon jewel, and Naraku‘s mercy), Miroku would still try to come at a later moment and try to ease her troubled mind (and ask her to bear his child), Naraku would still be plotting a new and evil way to kill as many people as he possibly could, and her life would still be in ruins. From her point in the tree, certain enough the lecherous Buddhist monk approached her by climbing to the branch she sat upon. He pulled from his pocket a cloth handkerchief he’d made and wiped her eyes.
“Lady Kagome,” he consoled, “please try to calm down. I know how evil love can be sometimes.”
“How can you possibly know?!” she shouted at him. “The closest you’ve ever gotten is a smile followed swiftly by a slap by most women you meet!” She turned forward and stared at the horizon, her eyes narrowing to slits as she cringed at the sight approaching her–Inu-Yasha. Grabbing the side of the tree, she ably climbed down to ground level, and stared the hanyou right in the eyes. She said nothing but teared up, her tears having a certain effect on Inu-Yasha.
“Please, Kagome, quit crying…” he tried to appease her. She wouldn’t hear it and slapped him across the face. “I know you’re hurt by what I said to Kikyo, but I meant it; I can’t stop loving her because she’s everything to me.” She gave him the finger.
“You two be happy; I’m going home and this time…I’M NEVER COMING BACK!”
He didn’t know what to say as he watched her exit towards the well. She leapt into the well and went forward to her own time, wanting only to stop feeling altogether. He turned and shed a tear but it went away as he went back into the room with the others and especially, Kikyo. Kagome left the dark well as she made her way back to her home. The house was empty meaning her family was out at various places, either getting things done or going to school, so she’d be able to fall apart unhindered. Her feet felt like anchors as she entered her room and plopped on the bed. Water formed at her eyes and she held it back until finally, she clenched her fists, tilted her head back slightly and yelled her crying at the top of her lungs. She supported her face in her hands a moment, then shouted, “Why?!” It echoed through the house due to its sheer volume and its lasting almost a full two seconds in length. After about fifteen minutes of crying, it actually tired her out and she slipped grudgingly into sleep. It wasn’t the first time she’d cried herself asleep, but the first time she’d done this due to a boy.
“Is everything ok, Kagome?” a voice said, forcing her out of the slumbering state she was in. Her father, leaning over her at the side of her bed, could see the tears that had dried and her face which still was slightly red, and knew instantly that something was wrong. “You’ve been asleep for about three hours now.”
She wiped her face and stared at him, not sure entirely what to say to him about the “incident” in the past. Should she tell him exactly what had happened, or should she just bottle it up inside? She couldn’t ultimately decide, so she tried to avoid direct conversation. A few seconds went by and the silence was unbearable, so she decided that it would be best if she simply got it off her chest right away. “Dad,” she choked, tears gathering at her eyes again, “it’s about Inu-Yasha.”
His face seemed to dim. “Did he lay a hand on you, dear?” he said, his voice hardening.
“No no, it’s not that,” she informed her father. Shaking her head, she still was in shock, and he could see it. “It’s just that I thought he loved me.”
“You found out he loves someone else? Oh, boy; I’ve known that feeling when it comes to people.” He recalled the woman he’d dated before Kagome’s mother. The dates lasted three weeks until he accidentally saw her making out with another guy. He couldn’t stand it for about a week or so, the waking up alone each morning hoping to die. Yet he inevitably saw that life was more important, and that’s what his daughter now needed to do. “Look, Kagome; life goes on. I know it’s hard to be betrayed, but you have to grit your teeth and move on!”
She smiled through the droplets slowly streaking down her face, like miniature avalanches leaving trails as the moved on. “Dad, you’re really sweet. I love how wise you are, even if you’re misguided now and then.” He smiled as he wiped away her tears.
“Why don’t you put on your coat and go out for a bite to eat?” he offered, handing her some money. “Dinner won’t be for another five hours, so why don’t you go somewhere to get your mind off this little problem?”
“You know what? I think I will.” With that said, she wrapped her coat around her torso and headed out the door of her house.
Once out the door, the initial sadness phase had partially passed. Although she still felt as though her chest was hollow, and her world had been crushed, now she could actually go in public without breaking out into tears. The sorrow present, although still there, took a back seat to the second phase towards getting over Inu-Yasha; the anger phase. She now wanted to take the hanyou by his genitals and tear him to pieces. How dare he choose a girl who’d been dead for over fifty years over her, a live-and-kicking person who’d helped him gather the Shikon shards? No, she didn’t understand. If anything, though, she wanted revenge.
The familiar jingle of her favorite ramen hangout’s front door opening almost brought a smile to her face. Friends from all her past sat gathered at the front where the food got dished out by the waitress. Paying the lady brought a medium-sized bowl of ramen to Kagome’s immediate presence. She smelled the noodles and dug in as soon as it was just cool enough to eat. While she ate, friends’ small chat almost drowned out the sound of the bell on the door jingling again, a presence’s footsteps echoing in her ears amid the conversations going on. She almost choked mid-bite, though, as an old, familiar energy shot by her at a million miles per hour, forcing her to look up with noodles hanging out of her mouth at the man standing by her. It was underneath his shirt, buried in his chest; she was sure of it.
A Shikon shard.
“This is for the ramen yesterday,” he said, handing his money to the lady. She grumbled, put it in the cash register and puffed on her cigarette as he nonchalantly exited the restaurant. Kagome swallowed the noodles in her mouth without chewing them (which almost caused her to choke) and dashed out the door, an action that startled her friends. The man did not notice Kagome’s presence, merely walked on while the girl trailed behind him. She wanted to find out where he’d gotten the shard. Tactically, she figured he wouldn’t try to kill her with all the people around.
“Sir?” she asked, quickening her pace. He wasn’t running but he had quite a bit of a head start in just the short gap between his leaving the restaurant and hers. “Sir! Sir! Wait! Slow down!” He stopped mid stride, put down his foot and faced her.
“Ma’am? What is it you want?” he calmly demanded.
Catching her breath, she looked at his chest. “You…you have a shikon shard. Where’d you get it?” His eyes widened; how could this girl possibly know that? Then he looked closer at her, and noticed that she looked partially like the girl…the one he’d studied under. He put his hand on her shoulder and led her down an alley.
“Are you…by any chance…the priestess Kikyo?!” he shouted in a whisper as they stood opposite each other in the alley.
“No, my name’s Kagome…how do you know Kikyo?”
He looked to his left and right, then pushed open a dusty door on the side of a building. It looked to be the way leading into a long hallway of apartments. “Come inside,” he instructed her. When he noticed her apprehension, he smiled. “Don’t worry; I’m no axe murderer.” With much caution, she entered the dimly-lit, damp-smelling hallway. His apartment was the fifth door on the left, and she walked inside without giving care to the fact that it looked nothing like the dingy hallway. His apartment had two rooms not counting the living room and kitchen, one of which was a bathroom and the other was his room he slept in. It was kept up very well considering that he was a single man. She looked at a series of unlit candles sitting atop a television set, and a large coffin-like chamber at the end wall. He motioned for her to sit at a chair parallel to his, and she did. “Now then,” he began, “I do have a shikon jewel shard, and I know Kikyo because I’ve been alive for a thousand years.” He pulled open his shirt–buried in the center of his chest was a shard of the jewel no larger than a piece of broken glass. “How do you know Kikyo?”
She shook her head, gathering her words. “I…I fell into a well near my house and when I came out, I found myself in the distant past. Do you, by any chance, remember a certain hanyou named,” she almost choked saying his name, “Inu-Yasha?”
The man almost fell backwards in his recliner. “Him? The one that defeated Naraku?! How couldn’t I know him?! I studied under Kikyo, and he was her lover.” Kagome shuddered at the last word in his sentence, for she knew it to be true. “He confessed his love for Kikyo, much to the dismay…of a human…girl…” He stopped. This child in front of him, she couldn’t be her, could she? “Wait! You…you said your name…was Kagome!? Oh my god! I’ve heard of you!”
Kagome shed a tear. “Yup. That’s me! The one dumped by the great Inu-Yasha!”
“Oh…wow…here in my presence. The real, live Kagome Higurashi. You know, for the centuries he lived after Naraku’s death, he never forgave himself for letting you go without asking for your forgiveness.”
She forced a chuckle. “He sure as hell isn’t getting it now! I just wish my pain could go away. You know? Getting dumped?”
The man shook his head. “Revenge; that’s what’s on your mind right now, isn’t it? Wishing you could get him back for what he did to you?”
She gestured with her hands, a sign that she was upset. Only people who knew her knew this for a fact, though. “Yeah. If I could go there and play a prank on him, or upset him somehow, I’d feel better. You know…” she struggled for a decent-sounding vengeance, “…like maybe become a demon and show him I’m stronger.” He stopped her.
“Wait. What did you say?”
“I just thought it would be so funny if I could become a demon and make myself stronger than him. He’d be so pissed off I’d be laughing for days.”
He looked to his left and right. “I could make you a demon.” Her train of thought stopped a few seconds after his words sank in.
“You’re lying. That’s impossible for anyone to do.”
He lifted his eyebrows momentarily. “Who said? I can make you a demon.”
She wanted to say, “What makes you think you can do that?” Instead she replied, “Could you?”
He made a pushing motion with his hand as though such a thing were a simple matter. “Oh yeah.” The way his voice seemed to imply simplicity in his ability to make human flesh into demon almost caused her to get up and leave, but yet something deeper in his voice caused her to sit and stare at him. She couldn’t help but wonder; what was his talent? Even though she’d seen the horrors of demon kind, it intrigued her, what with the prospect of frightening Inu-Yasha with her newfound demonic power. She knew he had immense power of his own and he had fought for longer than she lived, but still she loved it. She wanted to see his face when she showed up in his presence emitting her own aura.
Somewhere, her better judgment, buried deep beneath a cloud of desire for revenge, shouted at the top of its lungs, “Get OUT! NOW!” If she heard her conscience at all–which was an unlikely event–she ignored it. She found herself drawn, and damn the consequences, she was going to see what it felt like to know you were something a little bit higher than human. She wanted to see the look on her former love interest’s face when she came up with some white lie, something like, “Oh, I was a demon all along, I was just hiding it!” She didn’t care what she had to do as long as it was not a lecherous requirement; anything short of that would be acceptable to become demonic.
“So,” she nervously said, her voice sounding less like she was choosing to become a demon and more like she was being offered drugs for the first time. It was that question that came next: not a question of “why would I want to do this?” but more like, “what has to happen?”
He caught on. “You’re wondering what I’ll be doing if you decide.” He wanted to leave the potential to chicken out open, although they both knew her mind was made up. “Well,” he continued, “if you want to be more than human, you have to die.” She shot up in her seat; obviously, these were not the words she’d wanted to hear. He acted instantly in order not to cause her to lose interest. “Wait, I know what you’re thinking.” Although he had no idea, he had a basic concept. “You’re thinking, ‘then what’s the point?’ right?”
She nodded. “Sir, if I have to die, why would I want to undergo this process?”
“I can’t tell you why you’d want to do it, that’s your own reasoning.” He had picked his words very carefully. “But if you are born with even the lightest possible human blood within you, traditional means of forcing demon energy upon human bodies will not work except on the most superficial of levels.” Before he could finish, she momentarily interrupted him.
“Why’s that?” her predictable question forced a grin on his face.
“You see,” he finished, gesturing like a teacher explaining human anatomy, “the blood vessels beneath the muscles provide a human-energy force field of sorts against demon-ification. Traditional means of forcing demonic transformations will only affect skin and superficial muscles. Demon cannot penetrate an active human energy barrier; you must die spiritually in order to kill the barrier. It is at this point that demon energy can thoroughly penetrate your entire frame to restore you.” He saw her open her mouth to ask a question. Before she could interrupt again, he finalized it in her mind with, “don’t worry; you won’t really be dead. You’ll die spiritually, which is momentarily, and occurs within a vision.”
“So, when do we do this?”
He grinned further. “Right away, if you’re not going somewhere.” She stood up from her chair and they approached the far wall. He grasped the coffin-like object–which looked to be a thousand pounds despite it not having an overbearingly large size–and effortlessly yanked it to the middle of the room. She gathered the candles at his request, and placed them in a careful circle surrounding the object. “This,” he said, opening the chamber and pointing to a pitch black interior with about an inch or two of water inside, “is a sensory deprivation chamber. Sit inside, and you will be unable to see or hear, and your senses will ebb away rapidly until only your mind’s inner sight will remain. You will find yourself in a trance, on a journey, and it will lead you to spiritual death. THEN you will be demonic at last.” Peering inside, she found herself torn between two separate voices within her mind, once again they disputed the situation. One of those was reason, the overwhelming voice of logic, which stated that what the man had preached about for the past seven minutes obviously had to be a farce, due to the simple illogicality of it all. However, her overriding thought at that moment was the fire of revenge–the unforgivable desire to strike a mental blow at Inu-Yasha–and it refused to be ignored at any cost. The man turned around. “If you want to continue, undress and enter; I won’t be looking.” She waited a few moments to ensure that he was not going to catch a glance, then she quietly removed her clothes and set one foot in, then another; she shivered at the cold water, but brought her entire form in and then shut the door behind her.
BAM. The darkness hit her like a flung stone, what with how consuming it was without a light source. To test it, he rapped on the lid of the chamber, ensuring that she did not rap the ceiling of what she was in, just to make sure it was sound proof. After hearing nothing, he lit all the candles in succession and went to the kitchen for his book. A billion thoughts echoed through her head as she lay herself down in the water to make herself more comfortable. Hours and hours passed in the space of a minute inside the chamber–at least it seemed that way to her. No sound save for her own breathing, and no light, she began to imagine a light source. A speck of light made itself known at the edge of the darkness, even though it was not real. At a slow and crawling rate, it expanded, until after four minutes it looked like a tunnel leading outward. She could not see the end of its expansion until there was no darkness she could see. The scary part, her mind argued, was that none of what was happening was real. She then felt herself upright instead of horizontal, standing at the entrance to a cave. Looking around, she saw herself clothed, a forest behind her outside the cave’s entrance, a single, dim beam of light in front of her as she began her trek inside the cave.
After having lit the candles and retrieved his book, he stood at the front opening to the chamber, which had been shut tightly, and opened his book to the page marked by an old bookmark. The spell he began to hastily recite; surely the girl found herself deep within a hallucination-like trance, and if he didn’t start the spell quickly, she’d go insane from an illusion her mind was playing on her. He really didn’t need to read the words scrawled onto the book’s old brown paper, primarily due to the fact that he’d done this so many times he’d memorized it out of sheer habit.
She began walking, without knowing fully of her actions, towards the light inside the cave. It was only a short time before the light streaking in from the cave’s opening vanished due to the twisting turns of the tunnel-like cave. She saw a figure cloaked by the shadows, outlined only by the single light which appeared to come from a single candle in a large open chamber far off. She approached the figure calmly at first, but her heart rate accelerated when she understood who the figure was. “Hello Kagome,” Inu-Yasha stated flatly. Before she could even react, he drew Tetsusaiga, her face twisting in horror as she watched it transform from its rusted stick appearance into the mighty blade look she’d gotten used to. His arm thrust the blade towards and ultimately through her abdominal area, piercing the other side of her flesh easier than a hot knife through butter. A wicked sneer permeated his face as he ripped it violently from her body and replaced it into his scabbard.
The man calmly reciting the spell, felt his heart skip a beat momentarily as if something shot through him. Not an instant he wasted, he instead began reciting as fast as a man possessed, for he knew well enough that if he waited, she’d go insane. He knew the fatal death strike point she’d reached; this was the most vital part of demonification.
Kagome could not imagine what she’d just felt; the blade that had saved her countless times in the time she’d spent with the dog demon she’d once called lover, piercing her body, dealing a fatal blow to her, and his face contorted in ecstasy the entire time. She felt no pain and could not scream due to the speed at which it had all occurred. The last thing she saw before she went down was a figure–it looked like Sesshomaru but she could not be sure–drew a blade of their own. She blacked out but before she did she heard the hanyou let out a blood-curdling screech and then land lifelessly on the ground, feet away from her.
The man felt the tension in the air thickening and he shouted out incantations even faster as he felt the crucial point rapidly approaching. He knew if he ran short of time there’d be no way of reviving her from the vision she had. Looking down at the book, he smiled mid-phrase; the final word was near and he raised his other arm high. The candles all flared up then went out as he uttered the final word of the incantation with flair. A swirl of energy that had gathered on the ceiling of his apartment entered with a vortex through the solid roof of the chamber all at once. The sensory deprivation chamber flashed brilliantly for a moment then went out. A surge of power seemed to fully permeate the room for a brief instant, then he heard the sound of a violent crash against the side wall of the chamber. He yanked the chamber open as though he were heading into a fire. He saw Kagome, breathing heavily but otherwise unaffected, staring with eyes wide as saucers back at him.
“You okay, Kagome?” he inquired, his voice scratchy. He’d never expected the ritualistic spell of metamorphosis from human to demon to be as intense as it was with her. Sure, he’d seen his share of people have disturbing visions, but the death scene in hers was far beyond what he’d seen. He was sure, also, that she’d been affected mentally by it as well.
She shook her head with sweat pouring off. “I’m…fine,” she managed to utter through a faltering voice. Her breathing came through labored effort, and her heart pounded faster than it had ever done. “I…I’m alive…and that’s…that’s what counts, right?” He gave a half-hearted smile as he patted her shoulder; in fact, he seemed surprised at the sheer degree of power emitted by her newly-forming demon aura. He didn’t sense a single shard of the Shikon jewel in her presence, yet she had power far in excess of a lot of demon kind he’d known and fought. Somehow, she didn’t sense her own power, though. He summed it up to inexperience.
“Yeah, you survived,” he warned. “Just make sure the revenge you were so eager to attain is worth the price you’ve paid.” She exited his apartment with a smile on her face. The walk home was uneventful, and neither was her parents waiting for her. Minutes after her having left the man’s apartment, he wondered if he should have told her that the first night’s sleep would be pure nightmares which were normal until the force of the newfound demonic energy took over.

Inu-Yasha jolted out of bed, almost throwing Kikyo off of it. Watching him stare at the wall with a horrified look on his face frightened her slightly. “Inu-Yasha!” she shouted, hoping to draw his attention. When she couldn’t, she shouted his name louder, finally doing so. “What the hell’s wrong?!” He whipped his head left and right then stared at his hand as though it would show him something.
“S…something’s happened…” he quietly uttered. She grabbed him and turned him towards her.
“What’s happened!?”
“Kagome…” he uttered, his voice volume rapidly rising. “KAGOME! Something’s happened to Kagome! I couldn’t feel her aura because she’s in the future, but just a minute ago I dreamt I impaled her with Tetsusaiga!” A terrified look, a perfect mimic of the one Inu-Yasha’s face, seemed to carbon-copy itself onto Kikyo’s face.
“That’s the kind of nightmare that comes when someone you’re close to undergoes demonification!” He stared at his lover now more fearful than ever. The worst part was, he knew her answer to be fully correct.

Morning came much to the pleasure of one Kagome Higurashi, who’d had the absolute worst string of nightmares in her life. She’d went to bed shortly after dinner, and not a moment after dozing off did she have a nightmare of being raped by the hanyou that killed her in the previous vision. Waking up shivering, she shrugged it off then went back to sleep. Bang; she had the exact same nightmare a second time in a row. It freaked her out so that she had to go to the bathroom and throw ice cold water on her face. Finally, after twenty minutes, she gathered courage to go back to sleep and a vision of Kikyo trapping and killing her slowly, torturing her over the period of three days. At four o’clock in the morning, after her eighth nightmare, she’d given up and attempted to stay awake as long as possible. Then, at six, she dozed off and slept for what seemed like hours in a ten-minute stretch without nightmares. Finally now, at eight o clock, had she gotten another hour of sleep. She had about thirty minutes before she had to be at school, so she pulled out her trusted sketchbook and pencil, and flipped through pages of drawings of various things until she reached one that she’d started a number of weeks ago but never had time to finish. She dismissed it and turned to the page after it, which was blank.
Hmm, she thought. What should I draw? She contemplated numerous ideas, until finally she recalled that American movie that had just recently hit Japanese shores; she struggled for a name…The Matrix, she remembered. She drew, in the space of fifteen minutes, a very good drawing of herself wearing an agent’s uniform consisting of a expensive-looking skirt suit with the sunglasses and familiar earpiece. She overlooked it quickly, and made two adjustments: she drew the bust slightly larger, and the posterior thinner and more rounded. It was an image–a lifeless organization of pencil marks on lifeless paper; she could afford to be vain.
“Why, hello Mister Anderson,” she uttered quietly to herself. “You beat Smith; he was nothing. I am Agent…dun dun dun…Higurashi. Pow! Bang! Cue the dramatic music!” As she continued to stare at the collection of lines and shading, though, the sheet of paper vanished in her hands in a puff of smoke. She got up and looked around for it…and accidentally caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. W…Wha!? She couldn’t believe her eyes; her outfit and body had altered to what the shape and design on the paper had been. Staring into the mirror, she couldn’t help but wonder what had just happened. She concentrated on a mental image of herself prior to the transformation, and snapped quickly back to normal, with the piece of paper returning to her hand. It landed on the desk of hers, the same as it had been the moment she finished drawing it. Did…did I just do that?
She did not understand what had just happened. She flipped to another sheet of paper, and picked up the pencil to draw another, when an idea struck her. She focused on a mental image of herself clad in Sensui’s offensive spirit armor from Yu Yu Hakusho, and when she opened her eyes, her outfit had changed. A few minutes of practice and she found herself able to switch back and forth between different identities and abilities with just a few moments’ concentration on an image of various characters from popular culture. If she wanted to have Yugi’s powers from Yu-Gi-Oh! it was done. Say she had an inkling to play a game of Go as Fujiwara no-Sai from Hikaru no Go; she only needed to picture it. She grabbed her pencil and dashed off towards the bone eater’s well.

Sesshomaru sat up from his bed made from thousands of blades of grass plucked from various parts of the ground; he rubbed his stub of a right arm. It made him think of that bastard half-brother of his, and that made his mind boil. He could only think of how Tetsusaiga made his brother invincible in battle against an otherwise more powerful, fully demonic Sesshomaru, and he got even angrier, although he didn’t let it show. Jaken brought him his usual cup of tea. He watched his master look up and saw that morning would approach, and soon familiar rays of light would annihilate the darkness in the sky. He thought of the morning sun, and how the darkness of night so tightly coveted its domain over all the sky, and the sun would show up and so arrogantly take it away. It amazed him how it would occur so easily every single morning, and the night never had the courage to rebel against the sun. The rising sun’s eternal struggle with night’s darkness brought his master and his master’s brother to the front of his mind.
“Lord Sesshomaru,” Jaken uttered, wiping a bit of sleep from his eyes, and handing the cup of tea to his master. “What is to occur today?” The white-haired demon ruler of the western lands addressed his subordinate with the familiar lack of concern for the short servant. Taking the tea cup in hand he emptied it with a single gulp and threw it over his head as though it were no longer worthy of his grasp, Jaken quickly acting to catch it.
“I really don’t know, Jaken,” he said, attempting to think of a possible schedule. Normally Sesshomaru had more than a full agenda but not on this morning. This morning he finally found himself short of anything to do. It didn’t last long, though, as he sensed a demonic presence nearby and without hesitation drew Tokijin. Jaken began to panic as he sensed it too, although not as intensely as his master did. Sesshomaru whipped his entire body around multiple times, eagerly searching for the source of the energy. “If you are not a coward, you will show yourself to me at once!”
“Y…yeah!” Jaken stammered, panicking. “T…That’s right! L…Lord S…Sesshomaru will t…tear you ap…apart!”
When a feminine figure leapt from behind a shield of leaves that obstructed his view of her, and landed on the ground a few meters away facing the demon of the western lands, he regarded her by squinting in confusion. He shook his head; he knew her from somewhere, but something was different somehow. “Do…I know you? I get the feeling we’ve met.” To this comment made by Sesshomaru, Kagome only grinned.
“I used to be your brother’s companion,” she goaded, “but then again, I also used to be human. Both of these conditions have changed.” His eyes narrowed at the thought of his inferior hanyou half-brother, who for the simple reason of possessing Tetsusaiga, defeated him multiple times. When he thought more actively about her appearance, she indeed resembled perfectly the woman who’d accompanied Inu-Yasha on his quest for the Shikon shards. Her demon energy…was vastly different from any he’d felt before. Most demons, their energies were directly used for power. Not her; her energies were of the passive type, only becoming active upon the will of the user. Thus, he figured her to have no power unless she willed it. Unfortunately, it also meant that she could will herself to have quite a deal of might. He sheathed his sword, confident that she could very easily equal his outward power, even in her reflexive stance.
“What do you want with me?” he hastily demanded. She removed from her pocket her pencil, and made a drawing motion in the air; upon completing whatever design she was planning, a white light overcame him.
“Lord Sesshomaru!” Jaken shrieked. “What’s becoming of you?!” When the light died down, his master was unharmed. In fact, his master was unaffected save for one very different addition.
He had his right arm back, just the way it was before it was cut off.
“Just thought I’d give you a little gift. Now, Sesshy, let’s see if you want to take up my offer.” Having said her part, she squatted low to the ground, gathering her leg strength, and bounded into the trees, where he quickly lost sight of her, and after a few moments, feeling of her aura. Jaken turned to a confused Sesshomaru.
“My lord? What offer is she talking about?” Sesshomaru shook his head, still unable to comprehend what had just gone down. Moreover, her parting nickname she’d given him, caused him a slight bit more bewilderment.
“Sesshy?!”
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