Who Am I?

Chapter 1: Turn Your Back to the Twilight

RoS Disclaimer: This is a seriously deranged idea that's been floating around in my head for a really long time. Inuyasha and YYH don't belong to me, so don't sue me. Thanks. Oh, and SEL (Seto'segyptianluvr) this totally came to me while I was writing 'Inuyasha meets his Foxy Brother' (which will be written soon) and I realised I could incorporate this idea, sorry if this opening would have been better for 'IMFB'.

Notes: I made up the names for Kagome's mom and dad. Sorry 'bout that, and this is alt. reality.

And another thing, I've done some researching and was Inuyasha from the Muromachi Period (1336-1572) or the Azuchi-Momoyama Period (1573-1600) of Japan? Apparently, because Nobunaga Oda first appeared in my history of Japan book, it's the Azuchi-Momoyama Period. Care to tell me if I'm wrong though. Just curious. I don't like calling it Sengoku Jidai, shrug I'm weird.

"You can't seriously mean that!" Kagome shrieked. "We can't! We can't! We can't!"

Mrs. Higurashi frowned. "I'm sorry Kagome-chan. I can't do anything about it. It's your father's idea."

"I don't care!" she screamed. "I'm never leaving here! I'm gonna grow old and die here and I'm not going to let some man I've NEVER MET decide where I live! NEVER!" She ran up the stairs and slammed the door.

Souta looked up the stairs, as if he was peering into Kagome's room."She doesn't like it, huh?"

Grandfather (I don't know his name so I'll just call him Grandfather) went behind them. "Kagome's spirit is already rooted in this place. She'll never let go of the shrine or the well. And she most definitely won't move away from here."

"Kagome's father is very serious about studies. I suppose because of her failing grades he wants to move her to a different school to shape up," Mrs. Higurashi sighed.

Souta watched her face sadden. "You don't want t' leave the shrine either, do ya mom?" he asked.

Kimiko Higurashi smiled, "No, Souta-chan. I'd rather stay here as well. But if your father doesn't have his way he's going to come after us again."

"Oh!" Souta said. "I remember! He had guns and everything. Grandpa was really cool, defending us like that!"

"Wh - Why, Souta. That happened before you were born," Kimiko said, astounded.

"Huh?" Souta asked. "Oh! Lookit that! I've gotta finish my homework. Uh, see ya mom!" He ran up the stairs too and softly closed the door.

"Phew! That was close," he said.

Inside little Souta's soul were two opposing forces and a small blue light seperated both of them. One side was silver, the other green. The silver light was actually the aura of a fox-like man. He wassexy (XD)with pale skin and had cold eyes that glared at the green aura. The emerald one was the aura of a young man around Kagome's age. he had red hair and kind, leaf-green eyes. The blue light was not an aura, it was simply there, seperating the two. The original soul. It was carefully being absorbed by the red-head.

"Shuiichi ..." the tall man decked in white growled at the red-head. "I thought you wouldn't slip up."

The red-head shrugged and winced as more blue energy enveloped him again. "Sorry," he said. "I'm not really used to being so . . . human. And you know how much I regret not telling kaasan."

The fox tapped the thinning blue aura. He pulled his hand back instantly, like he had been burned. "This must be hard on you," he said with a hint of concern in his voice.

"Oh? The great Youko is actually starting to care?" Shuiichi laughed.

Youko snarled, "I'll get you for that, human."

"You can try. But if I die, you die. And if this merger doesn't work then we'll be bringing the boy down with us," Shuiichi said. "So, tell me again why you have to merge with him and we can't simply kick out his soul?" he asked. Shuiichi shivered as more blue got into him.

"Because if we possess him that girl will kill us," the fox deadpanned.

"Gee, that's no problem. You already got us killed once," the other entity grumbled.

Youko shrugged, "I didn't want to waste my energy on that half-ass, Karasu."

"Well maybe you should have wasted it. Then our souls would still be in our body," Shuiichi grumbled.

He conceded to that statement. "So how long will it take?" he asked, switching the subject.

The red-head coughed, "I can barely see straight, what would you say?"

He took a good look at the blue rod that was continuing to shrink as Shuiichi absorbed it. "About a day or two," he estimated.

"I'll try not to die by then," his human half answered.

Youko smiled, "You do that, Shuiichi."

Kagome cried into her pillow. "IF THEY TAKE ME FROM HERE I'LL KILL MYSELF!" she screamed. "NEVER! NEVER! NEVER!" She punched the wall and little spidery cracks formed on it.

"O-oneechan?" Souta asked timidly.

The reincarnated miko turned to her little brother. "Oh, Souta. Wh - Why are you here?" She noticed how meek he looked. The moon silvering his brown hair. She hadn't turned on the light and let the full moon light her room. Souta looked so tired and weary, like he'd walked a thousand miles. His eyes were dull. "What's wrong? You look sick," she said. She put her hand to his forehead.

Souta grinned, "I'm fine, Kagome. You don't need to look so worried."

"But you're so cold!" she exclaimed.

He shook his head. "It's nothing," he assured her. "Are you gonna see Inuyasha-niichan again?" he asked.

Kagome smiled at him. "Yeah. I have to, he'll get mad and come after me again," she said.

Souta had a dreamy look in his eyes. "Can I see the feudal era?" he begged.

"I can't take you there," she told him. "There are too many demons and if you get killed I don't know what mom would do!"

"But demons aren't scary!" he chirped.

Kagome raised an eyebrow, "Oh? What about the Noh Mask?"

'I was faking it, that thing wasn't worth the effort,' he thought. "I wasn't freaked out or nothing!" he answered.

"Well," Kagome said, flicking on the light, "I suppose sometime." Regarding her brother she remarked, "You're hair is getting longer, and kinda reddish. Maybe Mom can cut it tomorrow."

Souta ran a hand through his dark locks. "But I like it this way!" he whined. "Then I can be just like Inuyasha-niichan!"

The miko-in-training laughed, "Trust me, you don't want to end up like Inuyasha."

"Why? What's wrong with him?" he asked curiously.

She grinned, "A few things . . . "

"Achoo!"

Miroku and Sango looked incredulously at Inuyasha. Shippou smirked.

"Sneezy sneezy! Achoo! Somebody special's thinking 'bout you!" he sang.

Next Day-

Kagome emerged from the well, cheery as always. "Hey everyone!" she greeted.

"Hiya Kagome!" the youngkitsune bounced up to her and danced on her shoulder. "What goodies have you got for us today? Huh? Whatcha got today? Got anything special? Huh? Huh? Do ya?"

The monk plucked Shippou off her shoulder. "Ever since he finished that sugar and flavor ball he's been acting very crazy. . . "

"You mean hyper, right?" she asked. Her brother had gotten hyper once, only once. And . . . let's just say you'd never think one spray can of fluorescent pink paint could be used so many ways.

"I'll say the retarded little fox is getting hyper," Inuyasha growled. "He went hyper all over my head and my ears are still freaking ringing! Stupid bunny songs. I hate them all!"

Sango came out with a half-chewed lolli stick. "Are you sure those things aren't . . . evil . . . or something?" she asked warily.

Kagome sweat-dropped. Her feudal friends had a lot to learn about the modern era.

Souta fidgeted in the back seat of the car. "Why are we going here again?" he said.

"Because," Higurashi-san replied, "you're sister's feeling pretty down. Besides, your room could use a plant or two!"

"Come on Mom!" he groaned. "I have to go?"

She smiled at her son. "You seem to know a lot about plants though," she announced. "Your teacher told me your bean plants are growing splendidly! She says if you moved it to a bigger pot maybe there could be some beans coming from it."

He looked out the window non-chalantly. "Does it matter?" he whispered.

There was long silence in the car. His mother decided to put on some music. (Eheh . . . I don't own the song either.)

That precious smile

that I lost sight of long ago

is fading in my heart.

"Hear that one Shuiichi?" Youko asked inside Souta's soul. He stretched his hand out to his weakened human side. "Brave it. It's horrible not to see you smile."

The red-head gave a shaky grin. "I'm just tired. That's all. I . . . I'll just sleep, for now," he said.

"Hey, Souta," a sweet voice called to him in the darkness. "We're here now."

Opening his eyes he blinked at his mother. "Mmrgh," he mumbled. Stepping out of the car he yawned, walking behind his mother he walked in to the welcome scent of flowers. After assuring his mother he wouldn't get lost he wandered around the gigantic green-house.

There were all sorts of magnificent flowers. Colors ranging from a sunny yellow to a dull gray. He idly wondered how any human could possibly take care of all these plants. Going to the very edge of the place he spotted a section entirely dedicated to roses. Running over there he browsed through the wide selection of beautiful flowers. He kind of wished a demon would attack so he could practice with them. There were every kind of type, ranging from Belle Story, William Baffin to a Rugosa rose like Will Alderman. Each one meticulously pruned and labeled. He took a small seed from one and tried to make it grow. It had been a while since he could actually do this without having his sister sense anything.

Asking it to grow the flower obliged and turned into a rose in full-bloom. He inhaled its smell. Thanking it he stroked the petal and placed it back into the pot.

"Holy shit!" he heard from behind him. The boy froze. He remembered that voice. It was older, but he remembered it. Still freshly imprinted in his mind. Along with his scent. Not even turning back he scrambled out of the place, nearly slipping on the water. Running out of as fast as he could. This was not a good time, this was terrible. He was hoping to meet all of them after he recovered. He was praying that he wouldn't have to meet them like this. So weak. So different. He hated being this way. Both of them hated it.

Shuiichi understood Youko's frustration. His inability to run faster, jump higher, be stronger. Not being able to think straight becuse of the conflicting mind that was still so under developed and the soul which had lived for more than five times his age.

He was running away again. Running from everything.

:To be Continued:

RoS: Weird fic, huh? I got this from another failed idea (I getninety-five percentof all my fics out of failed ideas!) where Naraku dies and possesses Souta. I couldn't write it because it was way too confusing. So I kind of made this. Although, I might write it.

Well, ja ne!