Disclaimer: I don't own anything peeps, no cash earned.

A/N: A bitty one shot based on what I imagined the 'omg! You're a demon and you're a miko!' scenario would play out. Short note, you may notice Kagome describing Kurama's hair as black, no that's not a mistake I thrown in there. Original version of Kurama manga version has black hair. EDIT: Originally a part of the Nightstand Songs collection, now standing on its own.

Title: Seasons change
Author: Adorkablebanana
Genre: P.O.V, anime/manga, humor, crossover.
Fandom: IY/YYH
Rating: PG-13 Rating may go up.
Summary: Trouble is Kagome's best friend whether she likes it or not and this time she isn't sure if this type of trouble is escapable. KuramaxKagome.

Part I: Jolt

"'Home, sweet home' must surely have been written by a bachelor."
- Samuel Butler

'Oh my…' All this personal space invasion has a quality to sap anyone of his or her confidence, mine mainly. No matter how brave a front I put and encourage my confidence to rise I can never, or anyone else with sanity, push past this mess called intimidation.

Yes, me, I was intimidated by the presence of this young man right here before me. How unfortunate, I agree.

What was his deal, I have no idea. I'm serious, I don't know why but I had no idea. I really didn't have a grasp of why he was here. Okay, maybe I do know, but not completely.

He, as every other day I assumed, wore an expression of pleasantries any commoner can mistaken as normal and maybe it is normal for him to look that way but my gut told me not to believe what I saw. I usually sided with my gut. This time is no different, how can it be with the proof I saw not too long ago.

In fact, I should be screaming and flaying my fists against the wooden walls of the shrine well house for help, but no. Instead I just stood there, silent, immobile of any further actions.

"What do you want?" I asked calmly, still and with my composure in tact. When I came home from that little 'surprise' I ran into, I stopped by the well house to pick up my books I left inside the other day. InuYasha rushed me about two days ago to hurry it up and in all the rushed excitement and pressure to leave as quickly as possible I left them there. Which really minimized my study time, but this wasn't the moment to worry about that. I come in with the impression something's amiss and wham the door slammed closed behind me and presto he's here. See, gut feeling is always right.

The young man from the alley stood there, closing the exit way. I think my heart stopped beating in that span of time, even right now I could hardly tell if I breathed.

I'm too surprised for words.

"Nothing really," he said. That very nice voice of his sounded neutral; neutral in tone, whether it's kind or not, and plain pleasant. I don't really know how to describe it but I have to hear more of what he has to say and honestly I don't know if I want to. "Miss, I do know in fact you intruded in a…complicated situation pertaining no ties to you. To save yourself trouble I come to remedy the matter."

"Remedy? How so?" I asked, not knowing which side to pick, humor or worry. I set my things down.

Confusing? Yes. Want to know how things suddenly came to this? Sure, I'll spill. What other option do I have? I done nothing at all, I finished school for the day and to avoid a confrontation with Hojou's girlfriend (yeah, apparently he finally tired of waiting for my answer), Shinozuka, I took the extremely long way home. A coward move, yeah I know perfectly well, but I refused to let some screechy Amazon attack me and claw my face up at the first chance. This girl is beyond the realms of jealousy, she suspects every girl approaching Hojou to want to snatch him from her paws--I mean hands.

Talk about lunatic. Even Eri, Ayumi and Yuka turn the other direction when Hojou's in the area. Shinozuka tore Eri's uniform top in the attempt to strangle her once. Good thing I had my handy textbook to beat her off of Eri. The girl's gone rabid and for every reason that involves Hojou she despises me. I'm number one on Shinozuka's hit list. To avoid the problems and the very possible three months worth of detention with Hinako-sensei I avoid Shinozuka.

InuYasha won't stand for it and to fix the problem he might hit her to get her off my case for good. That can only end badly. I went home the long way, walking through the open ball field, past the two block long walk and the ever-lonesome alleyway that cuts my trip to the bus stop short. Unfortunately today the alleyway wasn't lonely and I walked into a scene taking place no regular high school student should see with the naked eye.

I wasn't as much as shocked as I was startled. Sure seeing it caused a rude awakening in the reality I confided in and well believed home, the modern day times of Japan, was youkai free. Free and safe of demon kind. How foolish of me to think and childish but there it was.

I stopped. Rooted to my spot, my feet planting themselves on the ground without my consent. Even now I remembered clearly, the pack of impish demons circling the one that stood out the most. I couldn't say exactly at the moment what specifically transpired but from the little I got they were going to attack the young man.

Like a pack of wild animals, hungry for ripping flesh into pieces and spill of blood. Yet in all the heart-clenching trouble the young man just stood there, all composed with that frightening calm, as if nothing could penetrate him. Not even the threat of his life at stake.

I admit, even I wondered if he lost his top or he's another one of those people believing they could take on the world alone. He appeared totally, well, ordinary. He looked like another High school student, sporting a boy's uniform, and a slender that is average for a healthy boy.

He's in over his head, taking too large a bite. At the moment I thought I would see his end unfold before my very eyes, but by God was I wrong. I hadn't expected to feel the sudden rise of cool air prickle allover my skin and a static feeling my nerves were on end, the same eerie sensation of aura opening up whenever a being in tuned with their inner abilities washed over me and the sudden spike of power, yes, yes, power rose and my breath caught in my throat. The scale tipped in favor of the boy.

I clearly saw his power radiating over his person like a bright outline flaring like a red, translucent ghost. He reached in his dark wavy mass of hair and pulled out a red rose. The trick was appealing, for an added flare on a date or a kiddy magic show. The next little trick he pulled captivated me. He flicked his wrist and next thing you know it the pretty rose was no more but a long, thick thorny whip. He handled himself like a pro. Elegantly slashing quick snapping strokes when all seven-imp demons pounced, his calm, as still water expression did not alter before and after he turned the demons into ribbons of blood and green flesh.

The boy's talent is magnificent and frightening. In all his fluid grace he finished the job without breaking a sweat. I doubt normal high school boys can do that. He didn't feel like a normal boy, he felt different and beyond that. My senses didn't lie to me on this. As amazed as I was I knew how horribly unsafe I was here within range. The moment I decided to leave, Mr. Rosewhip turns and sets all eyes on me like a predator on its prey.

The analogy fits halfway, not completely but its there. His deep eyes caught me looking behind the broken down fence and I felt exposed. Trapped. What I saw in his deep eyes I haven't found in many for quite some time, except for the people in the feudal era. I couldn't quite place the definite quality I found in his eyes but it was there. His unwavering gaze promised so many things I couldn't tell apart by the moment, all my heart told me was to leave. To get the heck out of that place and run for it.

Run if I ever wished to keep what I have so far. So I did. Even racing away I could feel him still watching me with that unreadable expression that locked me in a circle of confusion and unspeakable fear. The face was like a beautiful, not handsome, beautiful stone carving showing nothing of what lies underneath. I fled the scene from the very thing that caused it and wowee I find the very thing itself here for me.

To clear of the evidence. I swallowed, wondering if he even has to flick out the Rosewhip to silence me.

The spread of lips was the smallest hint of a smile. The motion lit up his beautiful features, like a lovely flower bush with glittering lights the gardeners decided to loop around it. His light eyes contrasted the dark obsidian spill of his long hair, really long hair passing his shoulders, but as pretty as his eyes were they remained neutral, the same unreadable neutral. They didn't fit with his smile. That's what made him horrifying to me. "To erase what you witness."

I blanched, bumping in the wall behind me. I ran out of space to move from here. I pressed myself as much as I possibility could against the wall. "Y-You touch me, and I swear you'll regret it."

"Now, why would I do that?"

"I will make you regret it." I tried to keep my face clean of the fear rising inside me, and the urge to cry out for InuYasha. He wouldn't hear me from across the barrier of the well. "Stay back."

"Relax, Miss…?" He left the sentence open for me to give him my name. Yeah, I like I would.

"No! Get out! Get out of here and leave me alone!" I shouted, as he approached me. He was extremely close for my comfort and I resisted lunging a punch directly at his jaw. I grimly realized the attempt would be a mission impossible with how tall he was and capable of apprehending me. I'm guessing 5 9" or maybe 6 feet but if he really was as young as I calculated him to be and not someone disguised in a school uniform the height is temporary and he'll stretch out a few more inches.

I'm a tiny insect next to him. The top of my head reached his shoulder. I gulped and tried not to let his height intimidate me. I'm use to being short but not sized up. He sighed, as if he felt worn and tired to try reasoning with me.

How can I be reasonable with the choices he set for me, well if they even were choices to begin with. "I haven't come here to harm you, honest. I do this for your own benefit to keep you safe," he said, in a softer tone that was all polite at the same time.

I wasn't going for it. I glared at him, knowing what he was…sort of and I have a distinct feeling he wasn't what he showed himself to be. Don't we all have our hidden, deep, dark secrets? I time travel back to Japan's feudal era and fight monsters with a group consisting of: a kitsune, a fire cat demon, a cursed monk, a slayer and a hanyou that happens to be my sweetie…um sort of. This pretty boy fights demons in the present time with a rose that transforms into a lethal whip. Can't we be square?

I supposed not since he doesn't know my hidden agenda. Not planning to tell either, if I live. "How am I safe with some stranger popping out of nowhere in my property threatening to 'erase what I saw'? No, I'm not buying what you're selling and if you appreciate not scaring me any further you'll leave," I stated, hoping my voice didn't crack. I glared with everything I had, which is a hard task to accomplish when the subject standing too close is prettier than I could ever be and scary and dangerous and everything else that's bad.

"Miss, I assure you, I hold no desire to bring you harm and I am only seeking your protection. My word may not hold ground to you but it is all I have to offer," he said and the sugarcoated words almost made me want to believe in his promise but…

But I didn't want to forget. I didn't want this erased and walk on without knowing my world holds a fragment of the supernatural. Maybe then, and I totally know this isn't the right moment to think about such silly thoughts, but maybe if youkai still existed then me and InuYasha can…

I shook my head. None of that for now. I didn't know if whatever this guy's word can be trusted or what he'll do to me. I closed my eyes. "Who are you?"

Through my shut lids I could feel clearly what kind of stuff this guy is made of. He certainly isn't average, I can feel it deep within the marrow of my bones.

"Only another face."

"Yeah? I wished it were so." I opened my eyes to meet his startling eyes anyone can drown in and never come up again. They seemed knowing, wise. Beguiling to trust but worth the chance. I thought so, because they were made of the same stuff I seen in few people. "What are you going to do to me?"

Placing a hand on either side of the wall near my shoulders, looming as he was, he leaned forward like he was doing a pushup. "Shh, nothing bad. I promise." His whispers flowed over my skin like a gentle breeze that caused me to shiver. "Once upon a time a pretty little girl, just like you, crossed a path of danger for reasons outside her control. The little girl was in love with me and because of her constant interferences danger loomed in every corner and when the little girl risked everything I granted her a blessing, I granted her the freedom of my memory."

Stiff as a board, I stood in place. I listened but my curiosity itched for me to know. "Did you love the little girl?" I raised my gaze, to see truth in his response to my question.

"No, not really. She was a kind and unique one but regrettably the feeling wasn't mutual."

"Why not?"

"We did not 'click' as it should."

"You erased her memory to protect her." That was a fact. This young man, nameless to me, avoided the baggage to involve others in his mysterious life. Reasonable I guess, but I didn't want it. I didn't want to block this.

"Yes, likewise with you." The corner of his lips twitched, but never completely turned into a grin, or a lopsided smile. I think I would melt if he did so, I was submerged in an overwhelming trance that the longer I stared at him I fell deeper and deeper into.

What was happening to me? Did I care? Did it matter?

I was lost and I couldn't resist obeying what he required of me. All that ran through my head was yes, yes, and yes! Whatever he requested my answer is yes. I had to touch the side of that perfect jaw, traced it with my fingers and tender, smooth skin exciting me. Why was I suddenly in tuned with everything about him? What was happening?

"You're so beautiful, youkai-sama," I giggled with a drunk-like slur. My audacious words should have embarrassed me to the core, instead I felt invincibly bold and impelled to say it. I was impelled to do a lot of things.

His eyes had widened before when I touched him but now they were flashing with a darker edge that would have spread like ice over my skin. Did my remark bother him? I didn't know how to properly react; I was drunk under a spell I wasn't aware of.

"What did you say?"

I giggled. He smelled of fresh roses, sweet and gentle. His scent was intoxicating. "Name?"

"No, what did you say before?" he implored me. The serious nothingness that was his face steeped and left him with a more stern, uncovered expression.

"I don't remember," I whispered, my head spinning. My back slid against the wood, before I fell to my knees I grabbed hold of his front shirt, sagging against his tall frame. He's warm and firm, that definitely proves he's male. His beauty was almost androgynous from afar, up close he's pretty much male.

He helped me sit on the floor properly. I think I flopped down at one point, obscenely flashing my Hello Kitty undies to the public eye and giggled about it when he clasped my legs closed and tugged my uniform skirt down for modesty. Funny I didn't seem to care. I would have smacked him for just being there at the moment if I was in my five senses.

Bad habit of course.

My entire mind wrapped around only being near him and waiting for the next order like a lovesick puppy.

"Rolled her far mind too much," he muttered to himself. Sighing at what look liked a blunder he made.

Rolled my mind? "You what?" I asked, coyly. He sends me a sympathetic glance—that was even pretty! —Resting a hand over my head. "What are you doing?"

"Shh, be still."

"Will it hurt?" I smiled big and wide, caressing the thick wrist, a man's wrist, with my fingertips. I wanted to say how kind I thought he was. He seemed kind, I don't know why but that's what my mind kept thinking.

He lowered his eyelids, thick lace-like lashes curving up. "Never," he gently responded. I believed him.

"What's your name, youkai-sama?"

He paused for a moment, considering me. I thought he was never going to reply back. He did. "What does it matter? Every trace of this memory will fade when I'm through."

"Please?" I pleaded.

Whatever I did must've crushed his will. He gave in. "Kurama, Youko Kurama."

"I'm Higurashi Kagome," I mentioned in returned. Kurama, Youko Kurama, even his name reeks of mystery.

"Then Higurashi-san, this is farewell. May our paths never cross."

The well house swirled around in my eyes. I couldn't get a good focus and the continuous flip and flopping of my vision was dizzying. Something horrible was happening, I kept trying to fight it out the more this clearing sweep sensation tried to eradicate this scene, this memory. I was slipping further and further into this abyss of emptiness.

I screamed, "Stop!" My hands clamping shut over the man's wrists. All blissful haze and admiration ripped away, like cold water splashing the sleep from the victim's system. I remembered what I felt before he rolled my mind and tried to coax me to cooperate. It came clear.

A pulsing thrum rippled through me. The thrumming growing stronger and stronger, driving away the effect dimming my day's events. I recognized this sensation circling me, and aiding me. I opened my eyes, the sharp magenta glow of the sacred jewel shards I had hanging around my neck. How could I forget I about them so easily?

The pieces InuYasha, Sango, Shippou, Miroku and I strived to collect. The Shikon-no-tama engulfed me in its light, lighting the entire well house in one blinding surge casting the interference tapping into my mind.

The release ripped me away. I was thrown against the nearest wall, the air slammed out of me. I slid down the wall, sloppily sitting as I met floor. Ouch, ouch, and ouch.

The impact stunned my back. It hurt a lot and it's a wonder I haven't torn apart my spine. I strained up to see the damage. The well house is still in tact, no signs of gaping holes through the roof or walls but I couldn't say the same of the strapping demon. Kneeling in apparent pain, Kurama clutched his arm to his chest, cradling the arm that once had a reddish sleeve now battered and caked with burnt wounds I severely doubted would heal completely.

The wounds were patches of raw flesh opened up, looking like third degree burns. I gasped, my hands covering my mouth in plain surprise. I hope they healed, a small part of me frowned upon the fact the marks would ruin his flawless skin. I had no words to say. I debated on apologizing or saying smartly he deserved it. I chose none I went with silence. You can't go wrong with silence.

"Everything makes sense now. Tch! How disgraceful on my part not to see this," he strained bitter humor, he hissed examining his wounded arm. It hurt him to move it. Heck it even hurt me to see it.

"I—I swear…I didn't do it." My guilt swamped me the longer I stared. Kurama raised a brow, crude skepticism. "I mean it. I'm telling the truth."

"I find the ability to believe in your word difficult," he said, glancing down at his arm then back to me, with a caution. "Higurashi-san, you don't particularly strike me as miko, yet, here's a sum of proof. You intrigue me."

"Really?" My confidence in handling him to go away blown over. We simply sat there, across from each other. Eyeing the other down. Unbelievable this guy could talk to the girl that gave him a burned scar.

"Most certainly." The sound of that caressed my skin like a warm wind. I didn't know what to say when I looked up at him, the color no longer the beautiful deep shade but a splash of gold I sworn I never imagined to see.