Sorry to readers of my other story, A Simple Change, but this one has been on my mind for far too long. Please don't be mad for not updating for so long.
Summery: The battle for the Shikon-no-tama is over, but the death of so many heroes and heroines stabs at the hearts of so many for years to come. In the future, Kagome's family worry sick about her, as she has disappeared for over a year into the well. While Kagome herself waits in the shadows that have become her world. And the YYH group is unaware of the strings Fate pulls to get its way…
Rating: For now, PG-13, but this story is darker than my other one by nature. It may have to change because of the darker aspects that will unfold.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or Inuyasha. They belong to their respective owners because if I owned them, it would be Yu Yu Inuyasha (nice ring, hum?) A combination of the two because I love this crossover.
"Talking"
(Thinking)
Electronic device of some kind
Secrets of Shadows
Chapter One
Chapter Revised!
A man walked down the street of Tokyo, it was dark as the night claimed the sky with its stars and shining moon. Only the man was on the street, and few lamps were on the abandoned sidewalk. There was seemingly nothing special about this man, black hair and brown eyes, red shirt and jeans with a grey sweatshirt tied around his waist with a overly stuffed backpack slung idly over one shoulder. He barely seemed worried that the street was dark, and that he was alone.
In an alleyway, red eyes with slit pupils like a cats looked on as the man walked closer. When he was even with the ally way a hand with claws rather than nails darted out and a delicate finger touched his temple. An aura of red, the color of fresh spilt blood, with blue veins thorough it and a fewer black veins also twisting through it made the mans eyes glaze over and stop. As if in a trance. He walked into the ally in a disconnected way that would have worried someone, had anyone been there.
When he walked out, he blinked and his eyes returned to normal. "Ah… guess I kinda spaced out…" He walked off again, not paying attention to the two marks on his neck. He never noticed the woman whom looked after him as he left the area, a pink tongue licking the drop of blood lingering on her pale red lips. Her blood red eyes followed the man, as if insuring his further safety. A slight ringing sound reached her pointed ears and she reached into a hidden pocket of her black pants and removed a mini electronic device. It had all the appearance of a one of those spell checkers, but the flip top lid had a thin screen on the inside and the bottom part had numbers, as well as letters, shift keys, and everything any computer keyboard would have in mini size. The screen cast a luminescent glow on the woman's pale face. "Yes?" She asked, her melodious voice not the least bit tired for being up so late at night.
I need to talk to you, come back now. The deep voice of a male came through the cordless ear piece she wore, specially made to fit her pointed ear and the microphone part to stay securely by the side of her face. With a nod, the female closed the mini computer and looked around with both her senses and eyes. Sensing, smelling, hearing, nor seeing anyone she put her hands to a wall. Fire burst from her hands leaving a large, portal like scorch mark on the brick wall and it started to glow the same colors and pattern as the aura around her hand had earlier. She stepped through and the portal vanished, leaving no trace of the scorch mark. The woman stepped down into a room with dark colors; a large leather chair was faced away from her piercing red gaze, looking out the window that seemed to take up the whole wall on that side of the room. All the woman could see was clouds and the River Styx, with a thin road that if you fell off, one would tumble down through the clouds into the abyss they hid. Red eyes looked around the room in habit and she noticed a red ogre with two short horns in a fur loin cloth.
"Nice to see you again, Spirit Assassin." The ogre said, pushing his silver rimed glasses further up his long nose as he bowed. The woman nodded in a return greeting.
"Rupert, you can go. I need to speak with her for now." The same voice that had spoken over the mini computer said. The ogre bowed.
"Yes King Enma." Rupert said, he bowed to the Spirit Assassin again. "See you soon." He left.
"You wanted to see me Enma?" The woman asked. The man turned the chair around. He looked fierce, as big as he normally was he was in what many considered his 'human form' which was less intimidating than his real size.
"Yes I did, Kagome Higurashi." He watched as Kagome winced. It had been so long since she had been referred to with her family name. Much to long. "Higurashi, that name brings back many memories does it not?" He asked.
"Yah, it does." She touched her side where the Shikon-no-tama now resided forever more. Her voice not at all respectful to the Ruler of Spirit World.
"Do you know how many years its been? For both you and them? How hard its been not knowing if you were dead or alive?"
"Them?" The woman asked, trying to play innocent.
"I'm not in the mood Kagome. Your family, them as in your brother, mother, grandfather, and even your cat. THEY worry about you every day for the past year since you left them for the past." Enma decided to finally put his foot down, Kagome had to return to her family.
"It's been longer for me." Kagome said. Her eyes so cold they could have rivaled Sesshomarus. "And harder." Enma was not known for his ability to wait, not even to his own son. The only one who he had any kind of patients for was Kagome Higurashi, the Spirit Assassin, his version of a Spirit Detective.
"Kagome!" He growled. "Do you know what I received this morning, and during noon in the Human World?" His dark eyes glared into the eyes of his most trusted worker. "Do you know what I have been receiving for the past year three times a day? From all three of your family members?" He stood up. "Let me tell you. 'Please let Kagome return to us.' Every day. Your family is worried about you."
"Just another year." Kagome said, pain now evident in her eyes. "Just a bit longer…" She shook with suppressed sobs. No! She wouldn't cry! She couldn't cry now, not over something as silly as facing her family again!
"Time is up Kagome." Enma said, sitting back down. "This is an order, go now." Kagome nodded and stepped back into a portal. When she stepped out of it, she was at the bottom of the steps to her family's shrine.
Kagome took a deep breath and touched her hands to her braided hair. Her aura surrounding her hands in its strange pattern. Then she touched the corners of her eyes, her ears, and her mouth. One hand touched her stomach as the other touched her forehead and her body shrank a bit and looked younger as well as her skin had a light tan and some color to it. Then finally she pressed her fingers against one another and her claws disappeared. "Time is up." Kagome whispered. Her eyes the same blue they had been when her family had last seen her and the ears were no longer pointed. She pulled up the collar of the black jacket she wore, hiding her neck from view. "After more then five hundred years, time is up." She winced. (Doesn't make it any easier…) She thought. Placing one foot on the steps she started the climb up the stairs. Finally reaching the top, now blue eyes looked over the shrine property. The shrine had changed very little. Only a few more bushes in various spots and the well house now had a fence surrounding it. A 'Keep Out' sign hanging on one of the posts. With a muttered curse, she opened the door, reminding herself to tell her family to lock their doors at night, and stepped into the living room of her house. An old man, middle aged woman, and cat were on the couch and chairs, a boy sat on the floor.
"Who…?" The woman started.
"Hi ya… Mom, Gramps… Souta… It has been a while… hasn't it?" Kagome said with her voice as weak as she felt. She smiled, just as weakly as her voice had been moments ago. (Can I tell them? Do I have the strength to tell them?) She smiled down at Buyo.
"Ka…KAGOMEEE!" Sota cried out, latching onto his sister. Kagome stiffened not use to having contact like this after so long, not with humans at least. Her mother, being as strangely understanding as she was in all situations, told Kagome to go up to her room and rest for a while. Kagome detached the boy from herself while her head was bowed down, so no one could see her eyes. She agreed and walked up the stairs. "MOM! Kagome just came back after two years of constant disappearances and a year of not contact with us whatsoever and you tell her to go and rest?" Sota exclaimed.
"Kagome was involved in a time we could never know, in an adventure we can not even begun to understand. Just give her some time of rest before she tells us her experiences." Sota just stared at his mother, sometimes confused about her amount of understanding, even in the strangest of situations.
Kagome stood at the top of the stairs, trembling from suppressed sobs. (I can't tell them!) She thought. No sounds from Kagome could be heard as she walked into her room. The woman closed the door and stood in front of the full length mirror on the back of the door. She undid her braided hair before she looked up and opened up her jacket to reveal a racer back tank top in blood red that hugged her body. Black pants matched the black jacket and black boots she wore along with the black fingerless gloves. A blood red crystal hung around her neck suspended from a think black cord.
Blue eyes looked up into a mirror to meet a blood red eyed reflection, the pupils slit like cats. Kagome took time to compare how she had been last time she was in this room, a year ago, to now. The mirror showing through her illusion. Human ears were replaced with pointed ones that she had once thought only elves had when she was younger, demons like Sesshomaru and Koga did not have ears as long as they did. Black hair with a blue ting was now pure black like the darkness she was so well acquainted with and had seven red streaks running through her soft raven wing locks. Claws adorned her hands rather than nails, and the claws looked to have been in a French manicure by the glossiness coming from them. But the biggest change was when she opened her mouth or even parted her lips. Where Sesshomaru, Koga, Inuyasha, and Shippo would have fangs that were just overly glorified canines, Kagome had fangs that easily extended to the gums of the opposite half of the jaw. Her bottom fangs were not as big as the top ones, and were slightly tucked behind her top ones so they were slightly hidden from view. Pale skin and a older, taller, and more curvy form was also revealed. With a sob Kagome put her head against the mirror, looking at the truth only a mirror could show through her illusions, the reflection of ones true self.
(I cant tell them! They could never except me. I'm not the Kagome they remembered… now I'm different… a monster…) Kagome slid to the floor, tears of blood fell down her face onto her tank top, where they failed to show up on the crimson material. "A monster…"
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Can anyone guess what kind of 'monster' Kagome is? Tell me and I'll dedicate a chapter to ya!
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