InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Two Halves ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Inuyasha and Co. are not mine; I'm just borrowing them.

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Two Halves

By: Cry_Blood69 (Goth Chick Tiff on FF.net)

Summary: Kagome has had a hard life and has a secret she can never tell anyone. Then two brothers transfer to her school that seem to know a part of her past she's blocked out. Now the misfit must handle one brother vying for her attention and the other being a pain in her ass, all the while protecting her and her brother from her corrupt father.

 

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Chapter 1

 

Frustrated, the girl crumpled up another paper and threw it into the trashcan across from her, not caring about the eyes watching her as she did so. Her flowing black hair fell around her face, acting as a barrier from prying eyes. She leaned back, hitting her head softly against the trunk of the Willow tree she rested against. She closed her eyes, bidding the memories that flashed behind them away. Her eyes flew open with a start when she felt someone sit beside her.

 

“Uhh…hi?” she said, silently telling herself not to over-react and kick the guys ass before getting an explanation.

 

The teenager looked up, revealing amber eyes that clashed beautifully with his long, silvery hair. “Hey,” was all he said before looking back down at the book he was reading.

 

The girl, appalled, forced herself to calm down. “Look buddy, I'm not in the greatest mood today, so please, make like a fly and shoo,” She said, waving her had absent-mindedly.

 

The boy looked the girl over. “Kagome, right?” He asked.

 

The girl smirked. “So you do have a brain. Good to know. Now use it to make your legs walk you over to some other area.”

 

The boy gave Kagome a smirk of his own. “Sesshoumaru Taisho.” He said holding out his hand, ignoring her last comment.

 

Kagome looked at his hand as though it were diseased. “I know who you are asshole. You and your idiotic brother just moved here. Now that the pleasantries are over pretend that I have leprosy and never come near me again.” She said and leaned her head back against the tree, her eyes once again closed.

 

Sesshoumaru glanced at Kagome a final time before abiding by her wishes and leaving. It seems as though she doesn't remember. I can't blame her though, we only met twice and it was six years ago. She's much different than I remember. The light in her eyes is gone, replaced by emptiness and hurt. He thought, walking into the school building.

 

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Kagome hopped on her silver 2004 Kawasaki Ninja ZX-10R. She placed her silver helmet on and started the engine, revving it so the teenagers in her path knew to move or risk getting run over. Seeing that her path was clear; she peeled out of the Tokyo High School parking lot, her full-length, black, leather trench coat flying behind her.

 

Kagome pulled to a stop at the red traffic light. She pulled her headphones out of her messenger bag, placing them on her head before pushing the play button on her portable CD player. 30 Seconds to Mars' From Yesterday filtered into her ears.

 

Looking up, Kagome noticed that the light had turned green. She smirked as she stepped on the gas, popping a wheelie as she did so, causing the driver behind her to honk his horn. After a minute she righted her bike and held up her arm, sticking her middle finger up at the already annoyed driver.

 

Kagome sped down the streets of Tokyo, not caring about the occasional car honk aimed at her. Riding her bike was one of the few times when she actually felt free. With a kick, Kagome flew down the streets doing over 70 MPH, swerving in and out of traffic. Then came the hated sound of a siren. “Fuck!” Kagome said before pulling to stop on the side of the road. She turned off the engine and sat straight, her arms crossed in front of her chest, waiting for the cop to finally reach her.

 

“Speeding again, Kagome?” came the Officers voice.

 

Kagome looked up and saw Bankotsu Banryuu, a family friend. She smiled, took off her helmet, got off her bike and gave him a hug. After a minute she pulled away and leaned against the side of her motorcycle. “You know me, I have a need for speed.”

 

Bankotsu rolled his eyes. “You say that all the time kid, when are you gonna get a new line?” he said crossing his arms.

 

Kagome snorted, “It works good enough. So, you gonna let me off the hook?” she said, tilting her head.

 

“You know I will, just slow down ok? Just cause this is my section doesn't mean some of my colleagues can't pull you over and ticket you.” Bankotsu said, mussing up her hair.

 

Kagome smiled, “Yea, yea, yea. You say the same thing all the time.” Kagome gave Bankotsu another hug before hopping onto her bike and placing her helmet back on. “Give gay-boy a hug and tell him I said `hey' for me, k?”

 

Bankotsu laughed. “No problem, no get on out of here.” He said, playfully hitting her on the back with his ticket book. With a wave, Kagome started up the engine and proceeded to her house.

 

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Sesshoumaru walked into his 3-story home and walked into the kitchen. He placed his keys on the center island along with his black messenger bag and walked over to the refrigerator, pulling out a coke. He opened the can, took a sip and walked back to the center island and taking a seat on one of the stools. “I saw her today.” He said to the silhouette in the doorway of the kitchen.

 

“What'd she say?”

 

“She called you an idiot.” Sesshoumaru said smirking.

 

The figure snorted and walked over to the stool across from Sesshoumaru's. “And?”

 

Sesshoumaru took another sip from the can. “Why so interested Inuyasha? I thought you didn't like her?” he asked, an eyebrow quirked.

 

Inuyasha glared at his brother. “I don't. She's a bitch. I just don't see why you're so interested in her.”

 

Sesshoumaru finished off the last of his drink and tossed it in the trashcan. “All in due time, dear brother. All in due time.”

 

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Nighttime visited the wolf once again. She sat on her perch again, a large hill over-looking the city of Kyoto. The moon was higher in the sky, it being only a few hours after nightfall. Snow fell lightly around her, slowly covering her paw-prints. She raised her head, eliciting a lonely howl. Hearing nothing in return she turned around, she hadn't eaten anything all day and she was getting hungry.

 

Hearing a rustling nearby the wolf raised her snout in the air, smelling for any animals. Catching its scent she took a defensive stance, emitting a warning growl. Another wolf walked into the clearing, it's head bowed in submission. He stood about her height, maybe a bit bigger, and weighed about fifty pounds heavier, his snow-white coat making him almost invisible if it weren't for the trees.

 

The female wolf studied the intruder's every move; he wasn't part of the pack that resided in these woods, but his eyes struck a small chord of remembrance. Even the way he stood, wholly submissive, was familiar. She searched her memories, but nothing came to mind.

 

The male inched closer, earning him another low growl. He quickly lay on his stomach and rolled over, whimpering, showing total submission. The female slowly walked forward, her tail at an angle behind her, her ears pointed back. She nudged the male in acceptance and lay on the ground, relaxed yet ready to spring if necessary.

 

Relieved, the male slowly walked over to his new companion and licked her muzzle, still showing submission to alleviate tension. The female's tail wagged slightly, a mischievous glint in her golden eyes. Without warning she pounced catching the white wolf off guard, causing them to roll down the hill. They came to a stop at the bottom of the hill. The silver and black wolf jumped away from her companion and bowed, her front pressed against the snow-covered ground and her rear in the air wagging slightly. The white wolf frolicked about, turning around in circles a happy expression on his face. Once again the female pounced, but missed, as the white wolf was just a bit faster than she.

 

They played around for hours, each enjoying the others company. It was about an hour to daybreak before they relaxed in the snow, tired and full. The female looked up at the lightening sky and rose, stretching as she did so. The white wolf, curious, rose as well tilting his head in inquiry. The female walked to her companion and licked his muzzle before nudging him, saying farewell. She turned and ran toward her home, leaving the white wolf standing alone, watching her figure disappear into the rising sun.

 

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Kagome covered her eyes with her arm, trying in vain to dispel the sun. With a sigh she got out of her bed and walked to her dresser. She pulled out a pair of black and purple chain mesh pants and a leather spaghetti strap corset and proceeded to get dressed. She walked over to her closet and pulled out a pair of black, leather, knee-high, six-inch heel boots and pulled them on over her knee-high stockings. She then went into her adjoining bathroom, brushed her hair and applied her makeup.

 

Satisfied with her look she walked out of her bedroom, grabbing her trench coat and messenger bag along the way. She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where her father sat reading the morning paper, drinking coffee. He looked up and noticed the tattoo of a howling wolf on her upper arm. “I thought I told you to cover that damn thing when you leave the house.” He growled out.

 

Kagome ignored the comment and placed her bagel half into the toaster. She walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out the cream cheese. When her bagel was done, she spread the cream cheese on her bagel and placed the container back into the fridge.

 

“I also thought I told you never to ignore me,” her father said, grabbing her arm and forcing Kagome to look at him.

 

Kagome looked up at her father unfazed. “It's just a fucking tattoo. Nobody's gonna find out your precious daughter's a freak. So cool it.” She said, ripping her arm out of her father's grip only to get slapped with his now free hand.

 

“Watch your mouth bitch,” her father said grabbing her chin. “Remember, I had your mother killed because she couldn't control her tongue.”

 

“I remember Naraku, I was there when she was murdered.” Kagome said, glaring at her father with hatred.

 

Naraku smirked and placed a kiss on her lips. “Oh yes, I remember dear.” He whispered into her ear. “And I also remember screwing you afterward.”

 

Kagome pushed her father into the fridge and grabbed his neck. “You mean raping, and you're lucky I don't kill you for it. You're just fortunate that Sota's still to naïve to know how much of a pig his father is. He's the only reason why you're not dead yet.” Kagome growled out, her brown eyes flashing gold. “Don't forget that I can snap your neck at any moment.”

 

“Kagome?” came a voice from the doorway of the kitchen entrance.

 

Looking behind her, Kagome saw her younger brother looking at her a confusedly. “We were just talking Sota, it's nothing to worry about.” Her eyes turned back to brown and she let go of her father. “C'mon, lets get to school, we're gonna be late if we don't hurry. Grab your board.”

 

Kagome walked out of the house with Sota in tow. “You go on and hurry up.” She said and watched her brother hop on his skateboard and push himself off. With a sad smile she hopped onto her bike and placed her helmet on. She started the engine and peeled out of the driveway, heading for Tokyo High.

 

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A girl with waist-length, auburn hair stood at her locker with her boyfriend. She leaned back into his embrace as they waited for their friend to finally arrive. “What are you thinking about, Sango?” Asked the shorthaired teen.

 

“Kagome,” The girl answered. “She's been really distant lately. I'm really worried Miroku.”

 

The teen sighed and kissed the girl on the check. “She can take care of herself Sango”

 

“I know, but it doesn't make me any less worried.”

 

“What're you worried about?” came a voice from behind the couple.

 

Sango and Miroku looked behind them and saw Kagome shuffling with the padlock of her locker. “Nothing, just my brother, he's got this big skateboard competition today.” Sango lied.

 

“Cool, when is it?” Kagome asked grabbing her History and Mythological Creatures books from her locked and placing them in her bag.

 

“4:30 tonight.” Sango looked at the Mythological Creatures book and sighed. “I don't know why you took that course, I think it's just a waste of time.”

 

Kagome closed her locker door and walked toward her class, Sango and Miroku on either side of her. “It's an obsession of mine, and it's a pretty interesting class. The only thing that sucks is that I sit next to one of the idiots that just transferred here.”

 

Miroku and Sango laughed. “Which brother is it?” Sango asked, shifting her calculus book from her left arm to her right.

 

Kagome wrinkled her nose trying to remember the boy's name. “Uhh. The younger one, Inuyasha I think his name is. I dunno. All I know is he's annoying, an idiot, and keeps glaring at me throughout the class. Really weird.”

 

“Hey Kags, wait up!” came a voice from behind the walking group. A young teen was running toward them, his dark, long hair was tied in a high-pony tail. He wore a Trivium hoodie and a pair of black cargos.

 

“Hey Koga, What's up?” Kagome asked when said teen finally caught up to the group.

 

“Not much. So I saw you and Bankotsu yesterday. Speeding again?” Koga asked as the group started walking once again.

 

Kagome laughed. “It's in my nature. Plus with my motorcycle it's hard to resist the urge to speed. It's just an awesome feeling. You've gotta try it.” She said a rare smile plastered on her face.

 

Sango snorted. “You wouldn't catch me dead on one of those things. Just the thought of being on one scares the hell outta me.”

 

Koga laughed. “That's because you have no wild side. You don't even go five miles over the speed limit. What about you Miroku, ever have the urge to feel like you're flying?”

 

Miroku looked over at Koga with a quirked eyebrow. “You sound as though you've ridden one.”

 

“My uncle's got a bike shop. He let's me ride every once in a while.” Koga explained. “So how about it? Wanna test drive Kag's bike?”

 

Kagome laughed. “Ain't nobody touching my baby. He can get a ride, but he ain't riding it.”

 

Miroku laughed. “Don't worry Kag, knowing how you drive, I don't think I'd want a ride.”

 

Kagome looked appalled. “I'm a very good driver. It just so happens that I like speed as well.” She defended. “I gotta get to class, so I'll see you guys later.”

 

With a few waves and hugs, Kagome turned down a hallway and proceeded to her Mythology class. When she arrived it was still about five minutes before the bell rang, signaling that the students had three minutes to get to their classes. Kagome took her seat in the front of the class. She'd learned that teachers mainly look at the back and middle of the classroom for students misbehaving and whatnot. No instructor expected anybody in front to listen to their CD players while the class was in process.

 

After taking off her coat and folding it over the back of her chair she looked to front of the classroom and saw her Mythology Teacher writing something on the whiteboard. She sat down and took out her textbook and notebook and waited silently for the bell to ring.

 

With a sigh Kagome rested her head on her open palm and watched as the other students filtered in the doorway. When she saw a familiar white-haired, dog-eared teen enter the classroom she groaned. I was so hoping he'd ditch or something. She thought and banged her head silently on the desk.

 

“Keep doing that and you'll cause permanent damage.” Came a voice, stopping her mid-bang.

 

Kagome looked up and glared at the teen. “Your name is Inuyasha, right?” She got a nod in reply. “Ok, now like I told your brother, leave me alone.”

 

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow. “Are you always that cold?”

 

Kagome fixed Inuyasha with a glare. “Only to assholes that glare at me without any apparent reason.” She answered.

 

To Kagome's delight, the final bell rang signaling the start of class and causing Inuyasha to swallow his explanation. The instructor, known as Mrs. Kaede, turned around and opened her Teacher's Edition textbook. “Who can tell me the difference between Lycanthropy and shape shifting?” She asked.

 

Kagome looked around the class and noticed everyone looked confused. They probably think they're the same thing. She thought before speaking up. “Shape shifting is a change in the physical form or shape of a human or animal. It involves physical alterations such as age, gender, race, or general appearance or changes between human form and that of an animal, plant or inanimate object. Where as lycanthropy is the ability, or power, of a human being to undergo transformation into a wolf. It can also refer to the act of transforming someone else into a wolf, or werewolf. Then there is also clinical lycanthropy, in which a patient believes he or she is, or has transformed into, an animal and behaves accordingly.”

 

Mrs. Kaede looked stunned. “Correct. Can anybody tell me how one is turned into a wolf or werewolf?” She asked.

 

Once again the class was silent. “Why not let Kagome answer, she seems to know a lot about this stuff.” Inuyasha said, a smirk gracing his face.

 

Kagome threw a glare over at Inuyasha before answering the question. “It's not really known. In some folklore the person is bitten by an infected person, in others it's attributed to magic. Some tribal clans believe it is because a human has descended from animals others believe it is because a normal human married an animal. Others believe that the were-animal may be the man himself metamorphosed. It may be his double whose activity leaves the real man to all appearance unchanged. It may be his soul, which goes forth seeking whom it may devour and leaving its body in a state of trance; or it may be no more than the messenger of the human being, a real animal or familiar spirit, whose intimate connection with its owner is shown by the fact that any injury to it is believed, by a phenomenon known as repercussion, to cause a corresponding injury to the human being.”

 

Kagome ignored the stares she was receiving from her classmates and looked over to Inuyasha. “Anything else?”

 

Inuyasha smiled. “You forgot that some people put on the wolf-skin in order to turn themselves into a wolf.”

 

“That falls under the same category as magic. It most cases there was an incantation that went along with the wearing of the skin.” Kagome retorted.

 

Inuyasha nodded his head slightly, “And what about the belief that if you were born on December 24th you were born a werewolf?”

 

Kagome flinched slightly. “That falls under being cursed, along with the belief that the seventh son of the seventh son will become a werewolf. And ultimately being cursed is being involuntarily attributed to magic.” She answered.

 

Inuyasha noticed Kagome's flinch and ended the debate. “Your right.”

 

Kagome looked up at Inuyasha confusedly. Before she could say anything the bell rang, signaling the end of class. She leisurely placed her books in her bag and grabbed her trench coat.

 

Thankful that the class was over and that she no longer had to deal with idiotic hanyous, she walked unhurriedly down the hall to her next class. That was until she remembered that she had the idiot's brother in her next class. Great, just what I need, a stoic pain in the ass. She thought, a frown on her face. It's gonna be a long day.

 

 

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A/N: Yes, Inuyasha and the others are out of character, but I guess that's why they call it a fan fiction. These works will never be published, so you can take certain liberties. I hope you enjoyed it so far.