InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ My Succubus Girlfriend ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any characters associated with it. This story is rated for a mature audience.

 

Citrus warning

 

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As darkness gave way to light, the blurred visions sharpened to give shape to objects and colors. Heaven looks a lot like my room. Disappointment washed over him as he realized he was in his room or else life in Heaven meant he would live eternity feeling like he was just dropped down a flight of stairs. Silently, he pushed himself to an upright position, head spinning. Pressing a hand against his forehead, the haunting images flashed through his consciousness like an old film reel, the unreal dreams of a person unfamiliar to him.

 

“Ah, you're finally awake.” Looking up, he found a strange woman standing by the kitchen. It took several seconds for his sleepy mind to make the connection.

 

“You're still here?” he groaned, too tired for a conflict.

 

“Of course,” she said cheerfully, moving over to him. She was still wearing the t-shirt from when he had first met her. He scooted away as she approached. “Listen, I want to apologize for what happened the other day. I was so hungry that I kind of overate.” She stuck her tongue out as she gently tapped her head with her fist. How can something so evil look so sweet? While he didn't know she was evil, everything in folklore said that succubi were evil demons. Then again, she said she manifested her body from my thoughts so it's no wonder she doesn't look evil. He could only wonder what she looked like before she was sealed.

 

“It won't happen again, I promise,” she continued.

 

“Again?” he asked, voice several octaves higher than normal.

 

“Right, it won't take nearly as much to fill me up next time.”

 

“Next time?”

 

Her head moved towards her shoulder as she stared at him with her innocent eyes. “I have to eat regularly too.” Seeing his frightened expression, she quickly continued. “But you don't have to worry; I don't need to eat as often as a human does.”

 

“How long is `often?'”

 

“Well, it really depends on how much I use magic. I'd say every three days or so.” She tapped her chin. “I mean, I'm a little hungry right now, but I think I can wait until tomorrow or maybe a couple more.” Inuyasha let that sink in for a moment.

 

“Wait, tomorrow?! What day is it?”

 

“Hmm, Sunday is it?”

 

“S-Sunday?” I've been asleep for two days then?

 

“Yeah, that's what the woman on the box said,” she said, pointing to the TV. “Really though, I am amazed human's have become able to create such things!”

 

Inuyasha slapped his cheeks several times, expelling what remained of sleep from his mind. “Okay!” he said loudly before focusing his attention on her. “We need to talk.”

 

“Un!” she said, quickly taking a seat in front of him. The t-shirt fluttered up as she fell to her knees. She wore a serious look as she sat atop her legs, hands placed neatly in her lap.

 

“Name?”

 

“Kagome, I told you before—”

 

“Ah, just answer the question,” he said, waving his hands in front of him. “You're a demon?”

 

“Right.”

 

“From Hell?”

 

“How rude!”

 

“I'm just—”

 

“You know, just because I'm a demon doesn't mean I'm from Hell, nor does it mean I'm evil. I wasn't spawned or summoned, I came into this world just like you did and I had no more choice as to what I was then you.” She pushed her lips out in a pout.

 

“Sorry, I—moving on.” He paused, as the other questions gave way to one of curiosity. “How old are you?”

 

“Do you want me to count the time I was sealed? Technically, I don't age while sealed so—”

 

“No, just the time before you got sealed.”

 

“One hundred and twenty-eight.”

 

He coughed in surprise. “On-one hundred?” he repeated, trailing off. She looked surprised at his shock.

 

“I know, I'm still fairly young—”

 

“Young?!” One hundred and twenty eight?! And she—did that to me! He suddenly felt very, very dirty. She didn't look any older than he did.

 

“Yeah, my mom was four hundred and three when she had me.” His mouth dropped.

 

“How long do you live?”

 

“Hmm, don't know,” she said as she thought. “I don't remember hearing about a succubus who died of old age. Usually a human or something else kills us first.” There was a slight silence as Inuyasha tried to let the idea of her age sink in. It was a hard thing to accept.

 

“Okay… so just for the record, you mentioned magic?”

 

“Right,” she said, nodding enthusiastically.

 

“What kinds of magic?”

 

“There are kinds?”

 

“You know—” He thought for a moment. “Black…white…blue…green…” he began, rattling off the basic magic types he knew from the numerous RPG's he'd played. “Divine, arcane…”

 

She shook her head slowly, a blank look on her face. “I've never heard of those before. The only magic I know is magic.”

 

“Okay, don't worry about it.” He filed that away in his mind for later use. There were more important questions to worry about. “About the whole feeding thing…” Her expression is so damn innocent! Gah! “You didn't—suck any years of me did you? I'm not going to die a year sooner am I?”

 

She giggled. “Of course not! It doesn't work like that. A human body contains a certain amount of energy; the exact amount varies person to person. Anyways, a full nights rest fills that amount. I am unable to do that, so I have to get it from… you for example. So long as I don't take all of it, you will be perfectly fine after a nights rest.”

 

“But I slept for two days!”

 

She stuck out her tongue in embarrassment. “That was my fault. I took a tad too much since I hadn't eaten in a long time.” She paused for a moment. “But now that I think about it, it's extremely rare for a human to have enough energy to fill a starving succubus. I'm amazed you're not dead.”

 

“Yeah, well, it won't happen again,” he said as he got to his feet. Her eyes followed him as he stood. “Come on, out you go.”

 

“Out? You mean--?”

 

“Yeah, I'm kicking you out. Listen, I find all this interesting, but there is no way I can do this. You've caused me enough trouble. Not to mention you damn near killed me.”

 

“You can't!” she said leaning forward to grab his leg.

 

“Yes I can! This is my home and I can do as I please! Now let go!”

 

“Well I'm not leaving!” she said in a stern voice, releasing his leg.

 

“You have no choice in the matter,” he said positioning himself so he could forcefully move her to the door.

 

“Sit,” she said as she pointed with her finger. An instant later, Inuyasha found himself sitting back on the mattress with no recollection on how he got there.

 

“What—” He looked around with a dumb look on his face. “What did you do to me?”

 

“Just a little magic, I don't like to use it on people so please don't force me too,” she said with a sad smile. She took a deep breath. “Now then,” she said, returning to her normal, composed look. “I'm not leaving, or more specifically, I can't.”

 

“Is it this?” he asked suddenly, holding the necklace out in front of him. She nodded slowly.

 

“Once it is on—it's complicated. Just know that it more or less binds me to you.”

 

“Then take it off! You said a succubus can take it off! I don't want the damn thing!”

 

She smiled, “I could, but I doubt you would want me too.”

 

“Nothing would make me happier.”

 

“Oh?” she asked, eyebrow rising. “In that much of a hurry to die?”

 

“Die?” his voice cracked.

 

“What you are wearing is a very special necklace. Don't worry, it's perfectly harmless.”

 

“What does it do?”

 

Tapping her chin, she thought. “How to explain it… Okay, think of it as a container.”

 

“A container; seems harmless enough.”

 

“Right, and it slowly collects energy from whoever is wearing it.”

 

“That—doesn't sound harmless.”

 

“Not to worry, it's completely harmless. It's not the kind of energy that I need.”

 

“So what kind of energy does it collect?”

 

“Hmm,” she hummed as she thought. “Emotional energy? I guess that's as close as I can explain it as.”

 

“That it?”

 

“That's it. Whenever you have certain feelings the crystal is looking for, it will radiate pink as it absorbs it. When it's full, it will turn red.”

 

“So when it's red?”

 

“I'll remove it.”

 

“Safely?”

 

“Perfectly safe. When it's full, the crystal detunes itself from the wearer, allowing for safe removal.”

 

“And when it's absorbing it?”

 

“You won't notice a thing nor will it have any effect on you. It's completely neutral.”

 

Inuyasha shifted uncomfortably. “If you say so…” He still felt a little weary about trusting her. And why shouldn't I be? Any other normal person would check her into an insane asylum. Still, he couldn't deny what he felt the other day. Towards the end, it literally felt like she was sucking the life right out of him. A feeling he wasn't too fond of repeating. Damned if I do, damned if I don't.

 

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before opening them again. “Fine, you can stay here.”

 

“Thank you!” she said happily, moving to stand.”

 

“However!” he said in a loud voice, “there will be some rules!”

 

She slowly returned to her seated position. “Okay,” she whispered softly.

 

“First! Clothing!”

 

She looked down at her shirt. “I am wearing clothes.”

 

“Appropriate clothing!” He sighed, getting up. After several minutes of rummaging around, he found a clean pair of sweats and another t-shirt for her to wear. “Here,” he said handing them to her. He looked down at the clock. Two in the afternoon… still time to go shopping. “I will take you shopping for some more clothes here in a bit.” She took the clothes and looked at them in disgust. “What?”

 

She looked up at him. “Won't these make me look like a boy?”

 

“Just bear with it for now. I promise you can pick your own clothes out soon.” Money was tight this month, but if he asks Miroku for some extra money tomorrow… I'll be fine.

 

Standing up, Kagome quickly pulled the shirt over her head. Eyes widening, Inuyasha spun around, face burning. “R-rule number two: don't do that!”

 

“Do what?” she asked innocently behind him.

 

“Stripping in the middle of the room!”

 

“You don't like it?” she asked. “I mean, I know they're a little small but—”

 

“Stop! Just—don't okay?”

 

“Fine, fine,” she said with a sigh. After a minute, she spoke again. “There, finished.” Carefully, Inuyasha turned back to face her. With the baggy sweatpants and shirt, she did indeed look slightly boyish. A very, very beautiful boy… he said as he looked her over. “Better?”

 

He relaxed a little. “Much.”

 

Looking around at the messy room, an idea came to mind. “Rule three: it's your job to clean here.”

 

“Okay,” she said. He blinked in surprise.

 

“You mean you're not going to argue?”

 

She shook her head. “Why would I? It's not like it's something I've never done before. Back before I was sealed, it was the duty of a woman to clean and cook.”

 

“Ah right…” He frowned. “Wait, you were sealed for?”

 

“Seven hundred years, give or take a couple decades.”

 

“Uh… right. So how are we talking? More importantly, how are you not freaking out? Things have to be completely different than how they were back then.”

 

She was silent for a moment, studying him. “Not telling.”

 

“Not—fine! Rule four: no secrets from me!”

 

“But—”

 

“No! You follow the rules or you can leave!” She stared at him angrily.

 

“Fine, but you aren't going to like it!”

 

“Tell me already!”

 

She sighed. “When you were asleep…” she looked away. “I kinda—took a peek inside your mind.”

 

It took several seconds for it to sink in. “You read my mind?”

 

“More or less, but it was a completely harmless thing! I swear! I just got basics. Language, culture, customs, things like that!”

 

He sighed. At this point, he wasn't surprised or even angry. “Fine, but rule five is—”

 

“Promise! I won't do it again!” she said quickly, finishing what he was going to say.

 

“Okay.” He looked around; trying to figure out what else there was for him. “I can't think of anything else right now, but that doesn't mean I can't add more when things come up.”

 

“Fine, but I have some rules of my own,” she said, moving closer. “Or do you think that I'll just follow all your rules without requesting anything myself?” He was about to answer that was exactly what he was thinking, but decided against it upon seeing her expression.

 

“Fine, but I want to hear them before agreeing to them,” he said reluctantly.

 

“First, no more resistance when it's time for me to eat.” Why am I the only one?

 

“Okay.”

 

“Second, you can't tell anyone about me.”

 

“I wasn't planning to.”

 

“Especially not someone like Miroku.”

 

“Don't worry—hey! You said only basic things!”

 

She smiled slyly at him. “I lied.” He growled angrily. “Relax, I only wanted to know more about you.”

 

“So you know everything about me, and I know next to nothing about you.”

 

“Right.”

 

“That's not fair. Not to mention that's breaking the whole secret thing.”

 

“I never said it was.” He clenched his fists in anger. Her personality flip-flopped so many times; it was hard to get a read on her. She was innocent one moment and the next a devious, cunning witch. At the very least, I have to remember that she is definitely dangerous. “And as for the lying thing,” she shrugged, “how will you know one way or the other?” He was angry. There was no way for him to know. Everything she was telling him could be a lie and he wouldn't know either way. And she knows it too.

 

Another thought caught his attention. “You're not going to—feed on other guys are you?”

 

She smiled. “Do you not want me too?”

 

His mouth worked in silence before he was able to form words. “I-it doesn't matter to me.” He turned away and moved towards the kitchen, face red. For whatever reason, he didn't like the idea of her going around with other guys. It would be completely different if she didn't have the image of my dream girl. She's supposed to be my fantasy, not everyone else's.

Laughing, she quickly chased after him and wrapped her arms around him. His heart rate picked up as he felt the soft mounds of her breasts press into his back. With her breath on his ear, she whispered. “Don't worry; I won't need to as long as you are here.”

 

“I w-wasn't worried.”

 

“Besides,” she said releasing him and moving back into the other room, “you taste good.”

 

He looked over his shoulder, not quite sure what to say. He decided on nothing, there wasn't anything for him to say. Instead, he shook his head as a shiver ran down his back.

 

“You know, I really like you,” she said as she fell against his mattress and turned on the TV. “So I want you to promise me something.”

 

“Yeah?” he asked as he looked over his shoulder at her.

 

“I want you to promise not to have sex with me.”

 

“Eh?!” His face instantly flushed red.

 

“I know I'm asking a lot, but please,” she stared at him, eyes almost begging.

 

“Like I would even want too!” he said, quickly turning away.

 

He heard her sigh in relief. “That's good to hear.” For a fleeting second, Inuyasha wondered if he would actually be able to keep that promise.

 

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“Oh my God! Look at this!” Kagome squealed as she held up a mini-skirt. “And this too! And this!”

 

Inuyasha chuckled nervously, trying to ignore the stares of the other customers. “Kagome,” he whispered harshly. “Can you calm down just a little? You're drawing too much attention…”

 

“Can you believe how many cute clothes they have?! I never dared dream…” She quickly hurried off down another row, her head spinning in all directions. Smiling sheepishly under the gaze of the other shoppers, Inuyasha silently followed her. “I mean, look at this!” she said, holding up another miniskirt. “Before I was sealed, I would have been killed for wearing something like this! Gone are those nasty dresses and god awful rags!”

 

For however much embarrassment she was causing him, Inuyasha couldn't help but feel a little happy she was having fun. She was like a child, everything so new, so different. But at the same time, he was weary at his thoughts. Were they really his own? He knew next to nothing about her and she said she was able to use magic. The incident where she commanded him to `sit' was still fresh in his mind. If she could command him to do things unquestioningly, was she able to put thoughts and feelings into him as well? It was something he would probably never know for certain.

 

“Hey, can I really get this?” she asked, holding up several different clothing items. He grit his teeth as he looked at them. This is going to be expensive… But that wasn't the only thing on his mind.

 

“Can't you pick something a little more.... conservative?”

 

“Hmm? Like what?”

 

“Like jeans or something. A shirt that actually came down to the waist would help too.”

 

She looked at him with a blank expression. “Boring,” she said turning away to examine more clothes. Of course she wants flashier clothes… attracts more attention; like she needs anymore.

 

He followed her around for several more minutes. “How about this?” she asked, turning to hold something else up. Sighing, he reluctantly looked over to examine what she was holding this time. “Think it would look good on me?”

 

Face burning; he quickly looked away from the bra she was holding. “Just get whatever you want,” he answered.

 

Puffing her lips out, she examined it before giving him a sideways glare. “You're no fun.”

 

The damage to his remaining funds was every bit as bad as he figured it would be. Paying the cashier, he slid the credit card back into his wallet, noticing Kagome eyeing it with interest. As they left the store, she questioned him about it.

 

“So that's how it works,” she said, leaning in closer to him. Unconsciously, he took a step sideways.

 

“I thought you read my mind.”

 

“I did, but some are fuzzy.”

 

“Huh.”

 

“I told you it was a basic one, just surface thoughts and happy memories.” She looked over at him. “Things you remember or like to remember.” Holding her hands behind her back, she stepped out a little in front of him. “Things you want to keep secret or don't want to remember, I didn't look at.”

 

“I wish I could believe that.”

 

“You don't trust me?” she asked, turning around to look at him. Reaching out, he quickly pulled her closer to avoid running into someone. He glared at the guy as he made a rude remark and walked on.

 

“Not really,” he said slowly as he looked back at her. Eyes meeting, he stared into her brown eyes. While he would normally have looked away, his eyes wouldn't listen to him. The fact they were standing in the middle of a busy walkway faded quickly, along with the presence of other people moving around them. His thoughts dwindled to nothing more than the look of her reddish-brown eyes as his mind entered a surreal calm. Slowly, he leaned towards her, eyes focusing on a new target: her lips. The urge was overwhelming, his craving consuming him. Closing his eyes, he knew he only had inches left…

 

His eyes snapped open as he felt a finger press against his lips. A dozen different things rushed into his mind as it returned to its chaotic state. “Okay, that's enough of that,” she said with an amused smile.

 

“Wha—”

 

“You're going to have to be a lot stronger than that,” she said, pulling away from him.

 

“What did you do to me?” he asked angrily.

 

“Me? I didn't do anything—much,” she said, her smile turning impish.

 

“You used magic, didn't you?” he growled.

 

“I couldn't help it,” she said looking around at all the people passing her. “Being sealed for so long and coming out in a world with so many great looking guys…” her voice trailed off as she watched one pass. She turned back to Inuyasha with a smile. “I got a little hungry. Shall we eat?”

 

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“So—you actually meant eat,” Inuyasha said, relaxing as he sat across from her.

 

“Un, what did you think I meant?” she asked just before shoving a handful of fries into her mouth. She made a faint moaning sound as she chewed. Closing her eyes, she only opened them after swallowing. “To think these were once potatoes! Human's have come such a long way!”

 

Inuyasha watched her shove several more fried into her mouth before starting on his own. “Yeah well don't get too use to it. Those things will make you fat in no time.” She shook her head.

 

“We don't get fat,” she said between mouthfuls.

 

“You serious?” She nodded. “I can't believe it… you have no idea how many women would kill to be like that.”

 

“Really?” Kagome looked around. “It was rare that someone was fat, unlike now.” Ah right, seven hundred years ago. Long before McDonalds.

 

He sighed, watching her in silence as she devoured the remainder of her fries. When she finished, she quickly moved on to his. He didn't stop her since he didn't have much of an appetite now anyways. “So how is it you are eating human food?”

 

“Why shouldn't I be? I have mostly the same things as a human inside me.” Mostly? “Besides, don't you think it would be suspicious if no one ever saw me eat? This was around the same time where they set people on fire for sneezing just before it started raining.”

 

“I guess you have a point there. It must have been pretty bad back then.” From what he read in history books, the Middle Ages weren't the happiest or brightest of times.

 

Kagome merely shrugged. “It wasn't so bad. If you paid your taxes, kept your head down and went to church, you were pretty much set. I moved around a lot too so there wasn't a lot that affected me.” She paused in thought. “Though I did witness some inquisitions, those weren't fun. Then there were the constant witch hunts… Now that I think about it, I was pretty lucky to get sealed.”

 

“Speaking of which, how did you get sealed? You say you can use magic, so I doubt it would be an easy task.”

 

Her expression clouded. “I don't want to talk about it.” Inuyasha wasn't satisfied by the answer, but he didn't press. With her moods as fickle as they were, the last thing he wanted was to see what she was like angry. Looks like I'll have to figure out how to seal her again on my own.

 

“I'm finished!” she said, voice cutting into his thoughts. Looking down, he realized that his food was missing.

 

“Did you just—”

 

She smiled. “You weren't eating it so…”

 

“Unlike you, I happen to need it to live.”

 

She sighed heavily, rolling her eyes. “Fine, here,” she said as she tapped her finger against his tray. He noticed the red ring form in her eyes as she did this. When he looked back down at his plate, he found another hamburger sitting there. She leaned back in her chair and looked at him. “Well? Eat up already, I want to explore more!”

 

“How—” He shook his head. He wouldn't begin to understand how she had done that. “Never mind,” he said slowly and began eating.

 

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Getting home had been a daunting challenge for Inuyasha. Kagome was constantly wandering off, following whatever caught her attention. Luckily, she seemed to be content with just looking at things instead of wanting them. It was almost eleven when he managed to get home. He felt exhausted, most likely because of the stress she was causing.

 

“That was fun!” she said, quickly running into his apartment to sit in front of the TV, leaving him to take off his shoes and close the door. Doesn't she ever get tired?

 

“Keep the volume down,” he said as he moved into the room. “I'm going to sleep.”

 

“Already?” she pouted, looking over her shoulder at him.

 

“I'm exhausted and I have school tomorrow,” he said as he fell onto his mattress. “Remember to keep your part of the bargain. You have to clean tomorrow.”

 

“Okay!”

 

“Too damn cheerful,” he muttered as he closed his eyes.

 

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It wasn't the alarm that woke him, but rather the smell of something cooking. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked around sleepily. For a second, he wondered if someone moved him into another room. Everything was picked up and put away. For the first time in months, he could see the floor.

 

“What happened?”

 

“Oh, you're awake!” Kagome said cheerfully from the kitchen. He was surprised to see her there. She was wearing a white miniskirt and matching halter top she had picked out. The top had a fairly deep v-cut and left a lot of the stomach uncovered. It also appeared to be a size or two smaller than it should have been. “I made you breakfast!” she said as she moved over to the table. Bending over, she placed the plates nearest to him. From his position, it looked as if her chest would spill out from its tight confines. She's not wearing a bra… It annoyed him that she wasn't wearing something he had spent money on, but at the same time, he couldn't help but stare. “Come on!” she said, resting her elbows against the table. “I guarantee the taste!”

 

Shaking the lustful thoughts from his head, he quickly scooted over to the table, careful to cover the erection he had. I can't keep forgetting what she is! Picking up the fork she had laid out, he looked over what she had fixed. It looks normal enough. He wasn't used to breakfast, let alone a Western one. She had made him a cheese omelet, bacon and toast. I don't remember having these in the kitchen… He pushed the thought aside. Maybe some things aren't worth knowing…

 

“Itadakimasu,” he whispered. She watched him intently as he slowly cut a piece of the omelet off and ate it. Flavor exploded in his mouth, surprising him. This is really good!

 

“Well?” she asked smugly. “What do you think?”

 

“It's good!” he said, quickly cutting off another piece. She smiled brightly, propping her head up on her arm as she watched him devour the remainder of what she cooked. After finishing, he sighed, tapping his stomach. If I ate food like this every day… maybe this whole arrangement won't be so bad after all.

 

“Was it good?”

 

“Definitely the best!”

 

“That's good,” she said, moving the plates towards her. He watched as she took them to the kitchen. Grabbing the remote, he turned on the TV so he could watch the morning news. Kagome returned shortly after, sitting somewhat close to him. After several stories, Inuyasha began to realize that Kagome was staring at him. Shifting uncomfortably, he looked at her.

 

“W-what?” When she didn't answer, he shifted away from her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

 

“Well… I'm a little hungry too,” she said with a smile. His eyes widened, realizing what she meant.

 

“Ah, right…you…” He blushed as his voice trailed off. “Do we—have to do that?” She tilted her head with a perplexed look on her face. “W-well, I mean, in the dream, you just kissed me. So…”

 

“You want to know if I can draw energy out by kissing you?” He nodded, face reddening even more as he avoided her eyes. She frowned, sighing heavily. “I could, but do you honestly want me to?”

 

Of course not! The memory of what she did Friday was hard to forget. Even if it was his first time having one, something told him he wouldn't feel something like that with anyone else. But at the same time, he remembered the pleasure giving away to fear and the two days he lost due to it.

 

When he didn't answer, she looked away. “I said I was sorry for what I did last time,” she said softly before crawling over to him. Her face dominated his vision as her soft lips pressed against his. The tension in his body quickly melted away as they kissed. This isn't so bad… he thought as they broke for a quick breath. He had made out once before, and this wasn't any different than that had been. He actually enjoyed it, offering more resistance to her lips as he pressed against them. With heated gasps between kisses, he felt her tongue enter his mouth.

 

It was a weird feeling having his energy drained. It wasn't painful at all, quite the opposite in fact. His skin tingled as his strength left him. Their kissing became more passionate. She was making small, sexy noises as they attacked each other's lips. The tingling continuously increased, gradually shifting from the pleasurable pricks of skin to painful ones, like when blood came flowing back into a limb that had fallen asleep.

 

What am I doing again? Who was talking inside his head? It seemed distant, foreign. Don't forget! Don't forget what she is! The voice was small now, easily consumed in the lust that was surging from him. He could see a dull pink light radiating from his chest. Reaching out, his hands pressed against her breasts. Running across the soft mounds, he slowly pushed up on the material covering them—

 

Eyes widening, she pushed him away forcefully, his head slamming painfully against the wall. “Ow!” he cried, rubbing the back of his head as the tingling disappeared. He blinked at Kagome in confusion. She was breathing heavily, much more-so than he was. Her face was flushed and her eyes avoided his. Grunting, he pushed himself to a sitting position.

 

“Never again,” she whispered.

 

“Huh?”

 

“Never again—not like that.” Her eyes met his, the red fading from them. “I can't feed off you like that.”

 

He rubbed his throbbing head. “I didn't think it was so bad.” He flexed his arms, looking to each one. “Besides that, I feel great!”

 

“Don't you see what almost happened!?” she shouted, standing up. He backed away from her. This was the first time he had seen her so furious. Red was beginning to consume the brown in her eyes as she towered above him. “You promised me!” she yelled before running from the apartment, leaving Inuyasha sitting there in bewilderment.

 

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Inuyasha was still trying to figure out what she was so worked up about. He replayed the events of the morning over and over, combing them for information. One moment, we were kissing… He tried to focus on what happened after, but failed. It felt like it was right there, teasing him by lying just out of reach. Scratching his head, he gave up. The only thing he could remember after that was hitting his head and her storming out.

 

“Where were you?” Miroku asked as he sat atop his desk.

 

“Sick,” he said with a sigh. You wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth. The funny part was, Miroku was more likely to believe the succubus story than about any sickness.

 

“Hmm, not like you to get sick,” he said with an air of suspicion.

 

“I know,” Inuyasha said with a glare. “Probably caught something evil at that damn shop you took me to.”

 

“Well, I was going to give you the homework assignments…”

 

Inuyasha growled. “Give them to me.”

 

“Touchy today aren't we?” Miroku said with a smile, pulling a notebook from his bag. “Here we are; extra copies of the homework, perfectly forged and awaiting your submittal.” He breathed onto his fist before rubbing it against his chest, chin up. “No need to thank me.”

 

Inuyasha grinned. “I wasn't planning too.” Before his friend could say anything, the bell rang and the teacher entered the class. Miroku quickly scurried over to his own desk along with everyone else. Bowing, Inuyasha looked over the notebook Miroku had given him. Long ago, the two had trained themselves to perfectly match each other's handwriting. Since then, it had only improved until the near perfection they enjoyed today. It even sounds like I wrote these, Inuyasha thought with a smile.

 

“Class, before we begin, I have an announcement to make,” the teacher said, holding the attendance sheet against her chest as she spoke. Slowly, the class took their seats. “Today we have a transfer student who will be joining out class. Everyone please welcome,” she looked down at her sheet, “Kagome Higurashi.” Inuyasha felt his blood chill as he watched a familiar girl walk up to the teacher. Facing the class, she bowed timidity.

 

“My name is Kagome Higurashi, it's a pleasure to meet you all.” Inuyasha was in shock as a murmur ran through the class. The boys were overjoyed by the entrance of the beauty, the girls whispered in envy. What is she doing here? How did she get the uniform? When did she get the uniform?

 

Looking down at the sheet, the teacher spoke over the whispers. “Now, it says here you came from—Italy is it?”

 

“That's right,” Kagome said lightly.

 

“Anything else you want to say?”

She bashfully looked towards the floor. “I—um—well—” Her cheeks reddened slightly.

 

“That's fine, you don't have to say anything,” the teacher said with a smile. Looking out over the class, she locked eyes with Inuyasha. “Inuyasha!”

 

“Yes!” he said sharply, standing up.

 

“Kagome, you can take the empty seat next to Inuyasha.” Half the class turned to shoot death glares at him.

 

“R-right,” he said, quickly sitting down to avoid the looks of envy from the other boys. I didn't even realize the seat next to me was empty… he thought as he risked a look to his left. As he rested his head on the desk, a green skirt moved before him. Looking up, he found Kagome standing there, smiling timidly. She bowed slightly before moving to her chair. You can act as timid and bashful as you want, but I know what you're like… he thought as his eyes narrowed at her. Her skirt was several inches too short and her white blouse was unbuttoned a few more than other girls. Yet the teacher never said anything about it. In fact, the teacher went right on with the daily routine of roll call.

 

“What are you doing here?” he mouthed, not daring even to whisper. She glanced around to make sure no one was watching before responding.

 

“What do you mean? I'm here to learn,” she mouthed back. She had to repeat it several times before Inuyasha understood.

 

“Learn? Don't give me that bullshit!”

 

She gave him a quick glare. “I won't interfere with your life here—” She stopped when she realized Inuyasha was having a hard time reading lips. Rolling her eyes, she ripped out a notebook paper and quickly scribbled something down. Cautiously, she passed it over to him. Opening it, he quickly read what she wrote. `I didn't know you were in this class. We can talk about this when we get home.' He was about to crumple up the paper when he noticed she had written something else. `Remember, we don't know each other, so don't act like it.'

 

Looking over at her, she winked at him. Crumpling up the paper in his hand, Inuyasha felt frustration boiling up within him. She's impossible to deal with! First happy, then mad, then happy again!

 

“Do whatever,” he mouthed at her before looking away. Depression took the place of anger as he began to realize his situation. As if being around her at home wasn't bad enough, I have to deal with her at school too… The thought exhausted him.

 

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“Isn't the transfer student hot?” Miroku whispered, risking a glance over at Kagome. “You're so lucky you get to sit next to such a rare flower!”

 

“Not really,” Inuyasha said, looking over at the group of girls who had gathered around the desk next to him. For a second, he was briefly reminded of a insect hive with the worker bees clustered around the queen. It was a wonder Kagome could even speak at all considering how many questions the girls asked her at once.

 

“Come on, just because a girl like her wouldn't give us the time of day doesn't mean you can't enjoy it.” He took a deep breath before letting it out slowly in a sigh. “I would like nothing more than to—”

 

“Please don't finish that,” Inuyasha said interrupting. He hated how he could only focus on one thing at a time. Listening to both Miroku and trying to listen in on what Kagome was saying was impossible. Her innocent, bashful act was pissing him off. How can you all be so dumb? She's fooling all of you!

 

“Oh, I know these types of girls well. They act all innocent, but once you get them alone…” Miroku shook his head. “They turn into a completely different person. Like, some kind of freaky…sex-fiend.” Inuyasha slowly looked up at Miroku as his friend twisted his hands together in attempt to show just what exactly a sex-fiend looked like. You have no idea…

 

Inuyasha shifted impatiently, glancing over at the clock. Lunch would be over in thirty minutes. After that, there were still afternoon classes, and then he had to get home… Too long! Patience snapping, he stood up quickly. Turning, he faced the group of girls beside him.

 

“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asked, looking at Kagome. The room became silent as all eyes turned to him. He got hostile glares from the girls surrounding her.

“What do you want?” one of the girls asked, placing her hands on her hips. He ignored her, keeping his eyes on Kagome. Several of the other girls echoed similar statements. And so the worker bees sacrifice themselves for the queen…

After an agonizing couple seconds, Kagome nodded slightly, blushing. What the hell!?

“You don't have to go!” another of the girls said, focusing back on Kagome.

“Yeah, he may look good but guys like him—”

“It's okay,” she said softly, silencing them with a smile. “I don't think this will take long,” she said standing; the group of girls surrounding her split apart and allowed her to pass through them.

“Holy shit dude… you've got some balls going for the kill now. Good luck man! Good luck! Remember! Sex-fiend!” Miroku whispered, slapping him on the back. Shooting his friend a look, Inuyasha quickly maneuvered his way out of the class, Kagome following silently behind him. Hostile glares from the boys followed him.

Out of the class, he led her in silence, climbing the stairs to the roof. Once outside, he looked around to ensure they were alone before closing the door.

“You know, things are going to get bad for you doing this,” Kagome said, pulling her wind-blown hair back behind her ear.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he yelled, clenching his fists.

“I told you, I'm here to learn.”

“No! I don't believe that for a second!” She looked angry.

“Why?”

“W-why? You're over a hundred years old! What could they possibly teach you?!” She stepped towards him in anger, causing him to step back.

“I've been locked up for over seven hundred years, how could I not need school?”

He was taken off guard by her point, but he quickly countered. “You read my mind didn't you? That's how you can speak Japanese even if you're from—Italy,” he said in a mocking tone.

“I am from Italy,” she said. “Or at least, where Italy is now.”

“That still doesn't answer my question!”

“Are you suggesting you want me to read your mind every day?”

“What? When did I say I wanted that?”

“Well, you are still in school aren't you? How am I supposed to collect more information than you have to offer? How am I supposed to go to college and get a degree?” She stepped closer to him again. “I may be a hundred and twenty-eight, but I still look seventeen. Don't most seventeen year olds go to school?”

“Well yeah but—”

“And what else do I have to do? Stay at your apartment forever? Am I just exchanging one prison for another?”

“No but—”

“This is my life too Inuyasha and life now is radically different than it was seven centuries ago. Knowledge is added at an unheard of rate. You may not think it's important, but what do you care? A hundred years from now, you'll be dead.” The realization hit him hard. She's all alone… Seven hundred years is a long time. Even if some of her family survived, would she ever be able to find them? The world was an awfully large place.

Seeing her point had been made, she walked past him. Turning, he quickly grabbed her arm. “I'm sorry,” he said, not meeting her eyes. “It's just… so much has happened that I—”

She sighed. “You don't need to apologize. I understand why you are upset. That's why I was going to try my best to avoid you at school so you could have some space.”

“Was?”

She looked around. “I may not be from this time, but when a guy pulls a girl to the rooftop saying they need to talk… Of course, this is based off what you think this situation means.” She met his eyes as understanding set it. Closing his eyes, he cursed as he smacked his forehead with an open palm. “I told you things are going to get more difficult for you.”

“So stupid,” he said, squatting down, covering his head with his arms. A gust of wind blew, catching her skirt. Quickly, Inuyasha stood up. “You're not wearing—” She smiled.

“Did that cheer you up?”

“Not particularly,” he said, looking away to hide his blush as her smiled widened.

“Very well,” she said happily.

“Huh?”

“I'll go out with you,” she said, looking up at the sky. Inuyasha stared at her for a long time.

“Huh?” he repeated dumbly.

“It works for both of us that way, doesn't it?”

“Wait-wait-wait, what are you saying?”

She gave him one of her cute head tilts. “We should go out, at least in name. I mean, we already live together and do that,” she said teasingly, obviously enjoying his flustered state.

“Absolutely not!”

“Hmm?” she smiled. “So you're going to be okay being rejected?”

“Rejected? Me? I wasn't rejected! I never asked!” Her smile turned devious.

“I mean, if that's how you want it to be.” Turning, she swaggered towards the door, shrugging. Either way works for me.” He glared at her retreating form. “Ah~ I wonder how many boyfriends I can make?” she said in a sing-song voice to herself, loud enough so he was sure to hear. “I can't believe guys like timid girls these days.”

“Wait!” he yelled, holding his hand out towards her as she reached the door. Turning, she smiled at him.

“Yes?”

I'm doing this for them…I'm doing this for them… he chanted to himself. Who am I kidding? He looked over at her, standing straight. She continued to smile brightly at him, waiting for him. How could he resist? She was literally the girl from his dreams. Her features picked directly from his deepest desires. How could I not be attracted to her? Hands at his side, he bowed deeply.

“Please go out with me.” He continued to bow, not daring to look up. It was agonizing, like he could physically feel the seconds ticking past. He heard the door open and close. Looking up, Kagome was gone. He took a deep breath, looking up at the blue sky. It's not fair.

 

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The large wooden doors opened slowly. Quick footsteps echoed throughout the massive room as someone entered. A cascade of multicolored sunlight fell from the heavens, giving the room the appearance of dancing colors.

“Father Onigumo, you requested my presence?”

“Ah, Sango, thank you for coming,” Naraku said, turning around slowly to face the kneeling woman dressed in ornate black and white robes. “Isn't it beautiful?” he asked, gesturing with his hands at the lights that seemed to hover around him.

“Of course,” she answered quickly, head not rising.

“Come now, stand, you passed your trials! Be proud! We are equals now!”

“I'm afraid that I can never consider myself worthy to be an equal of you Father Onigumo.”

“Nonsense,” he said, crouching down before her. Reaching out, he gently pulled her chin up so that she was looking at him. Her eyes automatically looked away. Still, he continued to rise, hand under her chin, forcing her to stand as well. “Your skills and talent are far greater than mine, a fine addition to the Silver Cross.” He smiled. “Your parents would be proud.”

“T-thank you Father,” she said, finally meeting his eyes.

He turned away, moving farther into the glowing lights. “I know you have just returned to Vatican City, but I have a task for you.” He looked over his shoulder. “This will be your first official task as a Sister of the Silver Cross.” He paused, stepping forward again as he clasped his hands together. “Yet I hesitate. This mission, the Church—no—the very world may very well be at stake. Knowing this, will you still continue?”

“I have pledged my life and body for the Church and the protection of His word.” She continued in a less confident voice. “But something so important… should it not be entrusted to a more experienced Brother?”

“No, you are His chosen agent for this task,” he said as he lifted his arms up. “The timing is too perfect for it to be anything else. I cannot help but feel that our Lord has guided you to this very spot for this very reason.”

Eyes widening, she quickly bowed her head. “If it is His will.”

Naraku smiled, once more clasping his hands together. “You will go to Japan.”

“Japan?” she asked, confused.

“Yes, the Seer's have begun whispering disturbing things.” Sango pressed her lips together in concern. He turned to face her. “Whispers of demons.”

“Demons Father?” She looked to the ground in confusion. “But we have had peace with them for hundreds of years now—” He held up his hand to silence her.

“Not just any demon, I am talking about the Succubi.”

She hesitated. “I still don't understand Father. I was under the impression the Succubi were no longer a threat. Their numbers have continuously dwindled for the past six hundred years.”

“Yes, I was under that impression as well. Our ancestors won the war against them many centuries ago.” He shook his head sadly. “Their hatred towards us has only increased since then despite our most sincere efforts to help.”

“We cannot save those who do not wish it.”

“A sad truth,” Naraku agreed.

“What is it you wish of me Father?”

“I want you to find a necklace.”

“A necklace Father? But what of the succubi?”

He smiled. “This necklace is of great concern to the Succubi. Finding it will not be easy—or safe.”

“But why Japan? Why me?”

“Japan has the highest known population of succubi. During the Holy Purge, many demons fled east, hoping to find sanctuary among the ignorant barbarians. It is only reasonable the necklace will be there.” Moving to her, Naraku placed his hands on her shoulders. “This will not be an easy task. Being a woman, you are immune to succubi magic, but they are sharp, devious creatures and will surely find ways to oppose you.” His hands traveled down to where her hands were, taking them in his. “I fear taking this task will defile these pure hands.”

She pulled her hands away, expression hardening. “Nothing about my body is pure anymore Father. You know that.”

He nodded sadly. “I know what the trials ask.”

“Then you also know what my answer is.”

“It will not be just demon blood that will be spilt,” he warned.

“Do not worry Father. I will complete the task given to me. No matter what.”

Naraku smiled, running the back of his hand across her cheek. “You remind me so much of your mother…” He placed his arm on her shoulder, drawing her closer to him. “Come Sister, I shall tell you more about your task…”

 

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And now there are bad guys! Sorta…

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