SUMMARY

Not really a Buffy/Inuyasha crossover, but more of an entrance into the Buffy-universe using our beloved Inuyasha characters.

They say trouble follows wherever the Slayer is to go, and for Kagome Higurashi, thus far that had proven true. Upon moving to yet another school, she is bound – for her brother's sake, to make this one last. But when her secret is exposed to two classmates, Sango Hiraikotsu and Miroku Kazaana, she doesn't know what to expect. Lucky for her, these are two trustworthy friends, but even they can't stop the madness that is about to take place.

Demons begin to swarm Tokyo, all searching for the Slayer. A cursed hand, a kidnapped boy, and the accidental resurrection of a dead Slayer, Kikyo, are all just breaking the ice. When Kikyo reappears, her old lover, the vampire, Inuyasha, is drawn back to her, prepared to kill her yet again. What will Kagome do? Read and find out.

Couples – Miroku/Sango, Kikyo/Inuyasha, Kagome/Inuyasha

Disclaimer: Inuyasha is not my property, neither is Buffy the vampire Slayer. I just combined them.

Author's Note: This was the spawn of pure and undeniable randomness. I really have no idea where it came from, really, but I thought it would be a fun concept. I'll try to update, but I probably only will if I get feedback, so if you like this, please review. Thank you and enjoy.

Kagome the Vampire Slayer

Chapter One – A Slayer No More

"Oh my God, that new girl. Have you seen her?"

"Yeah…. She's hot."

"I heard she got kicked out of her last school for setting the place on fire."

"I heard it was for stabbing the principal."

"She's still hot."

Kagome heard the whispers that followed her up and down the halls of the high school. They were no different than the ones she'd gotten at all the other schools she'd attended – painful and ridiculous, yes, but eventually they became no more than the slightly annoying buzzing of little bees. She paid no attention to the rumors.

"Miss Higurashi," said Principal Takahata, sitting down behind his big desk and crossing his arms smugly over his neatly pressed button up shirt, careful not to crease his black and green striped tie. "Welcome to Tokyo East High school, first and for most."

"Thank you, sir," Kagome said, shifting a bit uneasily in her straight backed chair.

"Now, I see from your records that you have been to…" he counted silently to himself as he stared down at the neat white sheet of paper before him. Everything about this man was neat and tidy, Kagome noticed, and it made her more uneasy. "…six schools in the past two years. Is that accurate?"

"Yes, sir," Kagome responded. "Two in my freshman year, four my sophomore year, and this is my first one for my junior year."

"Hmm," muttered Principal Takahata, nodding in the most disapproving way. "Yes, I see. Now, Miss Higurashi, I want you to know that all these things on your record… the fire, for example—"

"That really wasn't my fault," Kagome began.

"Regardless," said Principal Takahata, waving his hand. "You get a clean slate here. Perfectly spotless. You can start over here, and hopefully, you will… stay at Tokyo East…for the remainder of your… your high school career." The way he said it made Kagome highly disbelieve that those were truly his hopes.

"Thank you, sir," she said, anyway. He was no different than all the other principals at all the other high schools – staring down his perfect little nose at her with his disapproving eyes as he told her she could start over, but in his eyes, Kagome was certain, she would always be the bad child he expected her to be.

In all reality, Kagome was not a bad kid. She was a very nice, polite, studious girl – but she was also a Slayer. The Slayer, more over. She was, according to all the prophecies and texts, the Chosen One. On paper, it sounded great and profound, but in the harsh reality of it all, it sucked. There was no way around it. It sucked.

She'd lost all her friends – either by moving or because they were scared of her. She couldn't exactly tell her friends that she was the Slayer, there were old laws against it, so when all these weird things happened around her, they assumed she was some cult attending devil worshipper. How wrong they were.

After the awkward and uncomfortable meeting with Principal Takahata, Kagome was sent on to her first class – World History. She entered the class five minutes later, and was quickly given the stern, unhappy look of a stuck up professor that believed that her class was more important than anything else a student may be attending.

"You name, Miss?" asked the professor, her voice sharp and unpleasant.

"Kagome Higurashi," she answered, giving a polite lowering of the head. "I just transferred from Okinawa."

"Oh, yes," the professor said. "I've, uh, heard about you, Miss Higurashi. I'm Professor Kagura. Just so you know, I do not take well to tardiness, so I do not suggest this happening again."

"Yes, ma'am."

Professor Kagura was rather young for a teacher. She was, in an odd way, very pretty, with her black bangs falling into her eyes and a slender figure. Kagome was sure she had to be fairly new to the profession.

"Take your seat at the table in the back," Professor Kagura said. "You can seat with Mister Kazaana and Miss Hiraikotsu."

Kagome looked around. The tables were set in groups of three, two on one side, and one on the other. Towards the very back was the only table with less than that number, and sitting at it were two students – both staring interestedly at her.

"Go, sit, Miss Higurashi," Professor Kagura urged from behind her.

Kagome hurried forward towards the staring duo. One, a girl, was very pretty with long black hair that was tied into a loose ponytail midway down her back. The other was a boy – cute in a boyish sort of way – with black hair that he wore tied back in a small ponytail. Both looked quickly away as she sat down, as if she hadn't noticed they're staring before hand.

As Professor Kagura continued lecturing about the Black Plague in Europe, the young man turned to face his friend, who was sitting next to Kagome, across from him. "So what were you saying, Sango?"

"Huh?" the girl asked. "Oh, yeah. We have a new librarian. I guess Mushin finally decided to retire."

The boy lowered his head, looking a bit disappointed.

"I'm sorry, Miroku. I know you and Mushin were close," the girl said, consolingly. "But he was getting rather old. It was time for him to retire."

"Oh, he didn't retire," the boy called Miroku said, a small smile on his face. "No, that wasn't it at all, Sango." He looked up at his friend, still with that unnatural smile.

"Then what was it?" Sango asked.

"Lets just say Master Mushin's old drinking habits got him into the trouble they should have caused him years ago," Miroku sighed. "I knew he was heading for 'retirement', as you so lovingly refer to it. Oh well. At least he can drink in peace now. I'm sure he'll be able to enjoy his sake collection much more easily." He shook his head. "So who's the new librarian?"

"Um, I don't remember her name," Sango admitted. "Kaede, I think. She's really old. In her sixties, I'd say."

Kagome spun around. "Did you say Kaede?" she asked, Sango, quickly.

Sango looked a bit surprised. "Uh, yes, I did."

Kagome felt her heart racing. Kaede was a famous name to her. She was the toughest and most famous member of the Watcher's Council, which governed the rules of the Slayer. She'd lost two Watcher's already – one dead, one insane and in an asylum. If they had sent Kaede as a replacement, she must have caused a lot of trouble.

"Sango, we haven't introduced ourselves to our lovely new guest," the boy said, putting on a charming smile. For some reason this made Sango look irritated. "Hello," he said. "My name is Miroku Kazaana. This is Sango Hiraikotsu. And you are…?"

"Kagome Higurashi!"

Kagome spun around to see Professor Kagura's eyes sternly set upon her. "Stop talking. Its your first day. I don't want to have to put you in detention already."

It wasn't even worth arguing that she hadn't been speaking. She would lose that battle. So she just nodded and looked away. When the teacher resumed speaking again, Miroku continued, in a lower tone.

"Sorry," he said. "But I did get your name." He winked.

"Oh, will you stop it, you lecherous moron," Sango hissed. "She hasn't even been here five minutes and your flirting with her. My lord."

Miroku cringed, embarrassed. Kagome laughed.

Later, Kagome opened the door to her home, slinging her back pack on the floor. "Mom!" she yelled, walking into the kitchen. "I'm home! Mom!"

"She's not here."

Kagome turned around, her hand immediately clutching the wooden stake in her pocket out of instinct – though in all reasoning, a vampire couldn't be in her house since she hadn't invited him in.

It was no vampire or fiend, but her own brother, Souta. She sighed, relieved, and released the stake. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Shouldn't you be at some sort of after school something or other?"

Souta shook his head and sat down at the table. "I'm not signed up for any yet. It was only my first day."

Kagome sighed at sat down with him. Souta was the only person in the world who knew about her being the Slayer, and he'd fallen more victim to the responsibilities than Kagome had in some respects. He annoyed her sometimes, but he'd been a source of comfort. He'd carried the secret with her. He'd seen a lot – and once or twice he'd even helped her fight. He'd covered for her with their mother. He'd done so much more than a boy of eleven should have.

"Are you hungry?" she asked, sighing. "I'll make something."

Souta shook his head. "I mean, I am, but I'll wait for Mom to get home. Sorry, sis, but you can't cook."

Kagome put her hands on her hips. "I can so."

Souta shook his head again. "You can't, but lets not fight. Kagome, can I talk to you about something?"

"Huh?" Kagome straightened. Souta sounded so serious that it made her worry. "What is it?" she asked, sitting down in front of her brother. "Is something the matter?"

"Kagome," the boy said, his eyes wide with anxiety. "I… I don't want to move anymore."

Kagome was startled, but Souta continued.

"I'm tired of moving. I've lost all my friends, and I'm so sick of it." He looked at her pitifully. "I'm sorry for sounding selfish. I know that we had reason for moving. I understand all that, but I can't do it anymore. Can you please just…. Just try not to get into trouble this time?"

Kagome lowered her head. Souta had every right to ask this of her, she knew. Every right indeed. The poor boy had been put through hell, in all sense of the word. She found that she had no words to answer – and before she summoned them the front door opened and Misses Higurashi entered, carrying groceries.

Kagome didn't eat that night. She spent the evening in her room, staring out at the full moon. It was werewolf night.

Two Watchers gone, countless friends turned away, six schools, six cities left. Was this what being the Slayer had done to her? Why her? She was only sixteen. This wasn't meant to happen to normal sixteen year olds. Why her?

She collapsed on her bed, pulling the fluffy covers up over her head. She could take this anymore. Too many people – like Souta – were hurt by her duties. If she wanted to keep him happy, to let him stay here, she couldn't keep this up anymore.

There was no way around it. No way over it. She would just have to quit. She would no longer be the Vampire Slayer.

END OF CHAPTER ONE