InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Feudal Web ❯ Meet the Hacker ( Chapter 1 )
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By: azukina14 
Lets meet Kagome shall we?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 383 | Status: Work In Progress
Lets meet Kagome shall we?
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi / Romance / Comedy | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 383 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 1: Meet the Hacker
Mrs. Higurashi walked through her finely furnished three bedroom apartment in Manhattan with an irritated look on her kindly face. She spared her curious son a forced smile and continued her trek to the hallway where at the very end to the left was an ominous looking door with florescent looking light filtering from beneath the door.
She walked up to the door; absently turning on the hall light so the tiny hallway was filled with a yellowish light. She knocked on the door, putting all the stress and irritation she had pent up into it without losing her cool. Over the constant sound of a booting CPU and the blowing of fans the voice of a overly preoccupied girl rang from the room.
“Yeah?”
“Kagome? Your dinner is getting cold, aren’t you done with whatever you are doing yet?” Mrs. Higurashi asked tiredly.
There was a pause. A soft nervous laugh rang from inside the room. “Oops, sorry I forgot. Umm….Can you put it in the microwave?”
Mrs. Higurashi heaved a sigh and walked back to the living room to see her son, Souta sitting on the couch watching T.V. “Souta, do you know what your sister has been doing?”
Souta looked up at her slowly and smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry Ma, she isn’t doing anything illegal this time.” Mrs. Higurashi didn’t feel any more reassured she gave a heavy sigh again and walked into the kitchen to put the plate of food into the microwave. ‘What am I gonna do with that girl?’ she thought. She looked over a the entrance hallway table to see a letter.
“Souta, who brought this in?”
Souta looked over from the couch and blinked. “Some guys in suits, I think it’s from Dad.” Mrs. Higurashi nodded in agreement and stared down at the letter.
In the room down the hall Kagome sat on the floor surrounded by a variety of technical equipment. She had at least five working monitors just sitting on the floor in front of her all doing different things; one had a bunch of chat rooms up, one was shopping on eBay, another was showing news coverage, one was doing some major programming, and the last was trying to hack into a huge security system and was currently doing random password checks. Kagome sat on the floor hundreds of wires around her like a maze. There were around seven CPU’s sitting on the floor behind the monitors all of them running and behind those were around 10 fans lethargically swaying back and forth, cooling the CPU’s. She had a single webcam perched on the center monitor and several mics were on the floor in front of her along with a bunch of keyboards.
Kagome herself had her long raven hair up in chopsticks and was not wearing anything but plastic overalls so as to reduce static electricity. She sat Indian style watching the monitors and typing on random keyboards, multitasking was her specialty. Her large cinnamon brown eyes followed the small text on the screen, the glow of which was the only light in the room.
Kagome was in the middle of typing in some binary codes on the programming monitor when the ding of an instant message rang from the speakers on her chatting monitor. Curious, she had an away message up. How did they get around it? Her interest piqued she turned and lifted that monitor’s keyboard panel onto her lap. She looked at the ominous IM in the upper left corner with a tiny frown.
CompHanyou213: Hey, you’re hard to get a hold of. Wanna chat?
Kagome frown deepened. This guy didn’t talk like a frequent chatter, but he had to be at least an amateur hacker to get around the away message. Not even amateurs get the hacker buzz from getting around a wimpy away message so why was he bugging her?
HottMikoGrl16: Do I know you?
CompHanyou213: No, but Ive looked at your profile. Youre no ordinary girl huh?
Profile?? What could he be talking about? She didn’t have any profiles unless…..her xanga file from when she was 10? No way…! Great, he might have figured out im a hacker then. Oh Well, no use crying over spilt milk….
HottMikoGrl16: Heh, Leave me alone you stalker. You don’t know me so just leave me alone.
CompHanyou213: OOO a moody wench huh? Listen, I know what you do on the internet and im not gonna let it continue….
HottMikoGrl16: *glare* well, Ive never been caught before so what makes you think you’ll be able to find me?
CompHanyou213: There’s a first time for everything.
HottMikoGrl16: If I don’t want to be found, I wont be. Eat my dust loser XP
Kagome put up her away message and then began to upload some of her personal firewalls to keep the guy out. She then began to screen all messages sent to the computer and programmed a special firewall to bar all screen names from whatever PC that CompHanyou213 was working from. She then proceeded to go back to work when suddenly not even a minute later another ding rang this time from her shopping Comp. She turned angry eyes to see an IM in the upper left corner this time a duel IM, he had a friend this time.
CompHanyou213: Keh! Thought you could keep me out of that screen name but this one is still free.
HentaiMonknumba1: Hello fair maiden my friend has told me of you. Care to chat with us?
Kagome grinded her pearly whites in irritation. What is with these guys??
ChristGrl01: Leave me alone!
She was about to put up another round of firewalls when the ding of another message came. She hesitantly looked at it.
CompHanyou213: Heh! Nice overalls *sarcasm*
HentaiMonknumba1: *grin* I like that she doesn’t wear a shirt under it, you can see everything. Will you bare my child?
CompHanyou213: *roll eyes* Stupid pervert *bonks him on the head*
Kagome stared dumbstruck and looked up at the web cam to see that the on light was indeed on. She quickly unplugged the webcam and began to shut down the computers. This was dangerous, if they were able to hack into the security she put on her webcam then she need to do some updates. These guys were definitely no amateurs…
Mrs. Higurashi walked through her finely furnished three bedroom apartment in Manhattan with an irritated look on her kindly face. She spared her curious son a forced smile and continued her trek to the hallway where at the very end to the left was an ominous looking door with florescent looking light filtering from beneath the door.
She walked up to the door; absently turning on the hall light so the tiny hallway was filled with a yellowish light. She knocked on the door, putting all the stress and irritation she had pent up into it without losing her cool. Over the constant sound of a booting CPU and the blowing of fans the voice of a overly preoccupied girl rang from the room.
“Yeah?”
“Kagome? Your dinner is getting cold, aren’t you done with whatever you are doing yet?” Mrs. Higurashi asked tiredly.
There was a pause. A soft nervous laugh rang from inside the room. “Oops, sorry I forgot. Umm….Can you put it in the microwave?”
Mrs. Higurashi heaved a sigh and walked back to the living room to see her son, Souta sitting on the couch watching T.V. “Souta, do you know what your sister has been doing?”
Souta looked up at her slowly and smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry Ma, she isn’t doing anything illegal this time.” Mrs. Higurashi didn’t feel any more reassured she gave a heavy sigh again and walked into the kitchen to put the plate of food into the microwave. ‘What am I gonna do with that girl?’ she thought. She looked over a the entrance hallway table to see a letter.
“Souta, who brought this in?”
Souta looked over from the couch and blinked. “Some guys in suits, I think it’s from Dad.” Mrs. Higurashi nodded in agreement and stared down at the letter.
In the room down the hall Kagome sat on the floor surrounded by a variety of technical equipment. She had at least five working monitors just sitting on the floor in front of her all doing different things; one had a bunch of chat rooms up, one was shopping on eBay, another was showing news coverage, one was doing some major programming, and the last was trying to hack into a huge security system and was currently doing random password checks. Kagome sat on the floor hundreds of wires around her like a maze. There were around seven CPU’s sitting on the floor behind the monitors all of them running and behind those were around 10 fans lethargically swaying back and forth, cooling the CPU’s. She had a single webcam perched on the center monitor and several mics were on the floor in front of her along with a bunch of keyboards.
Kagome herself had her long raven hair up in chopsticks and was not wearing anything but plastic overalls so as to reduce static electricity. She sat Indian style watching the monitors and typing on random keyboards, multitasking was her specialty. Her large cinnamon brown eyes followed the small text on the screen, the glow of which was the only light in the room.
Kagome was in the middle of typing in some binary codes on the programming monitor when the ding of an instant message rang from the speakers on her chatting monitor. Curious, she had an away message up. How did they get around it? Her interest piqued she turned and lifted that monitor’s keyboard panel onto her lap. She looked at the ominous IM in the upper left corner with a tiny frown.
CompHanyou213: Hey, you’re hard to get a hold of. Wanna chat?
Kagome frown deepened. This guy didn’t talk like a frequent chatter, but he had to be at least an amateur hacker to get around the away message. Not even amateurs get the hacker buzz from getting around a wimpy away message so why was he bugging her?
HottMikoGrl16: Do I know you?
CompHanyou213: No, but Ive looked at your profile. Youre no ordinary girl huh?
Profile?? What could he be talking about? She didn’t have any profiles unless…..her xanga file from when she was 10? No way…! Great, he might have figured out im a hacker then. Oh Well, no use crying over spilt milk….
HottMikoGrl16: Heh, Leave me alone you stalker. You don’t know me so just leave me alone.
CompHanyou213: OOO a moody wench huh? Listen, I know what you do on the internet and im not gonna let it continue….
HottMikoGrl16: *glare* well, Ive never been caught before so what makes you think you’ll be able to find me?
CompHanyou213: There’s a first time for everything.
HottMikoGrl16: If I don’t want to be found, I wont be. Eat my dust loser XP
Kagome put up her away message and then began to upload some of her personal firewalls to keep the guy out. She then began to screen all messages sent to the computer and programmed a special firewall to bar all screen names from whatever PC that CompHanyou213 was working from. She then proceeded to go back to work when suddenly not even a minute later another ding rang this time from her shopping Comp. She turned angry eyes to see an IM in the upper left corner this time a duel IM, he had a friend this time.
CompHanyou213: Keh! Thought you could keep me out of that screen name but this one is still free.
HentaiMonknumba1: Hello fair maiden my friend has told me of you. Care to chat with us?
Kagome grinded her pearly whites in irritation. What is with these guys??
ChristGrl01: Leave me alone!
She was about to put up another round of firewalls when the ding of another message came. She hesitantly looked at it.
CompHanyou213: Heh! Nice overalls *sarcasm*
HentaiMonknumba1: *grin* I like that she doesn’t wear a shirt under it, you can see everything. Will you bare my child?
CompHanyou213: *roll eyes* Stupid pervert *bonks him on the head*
Kagome stared dumbstruck and looked up at the web cam to see that the on light was indeed on. She quickly unplugged the webcam and began to shut down the computers. This was dangerous, if they were able to hack into the security she put on her webcam then she need to do some updates. These guys were definitely no amateurs…