Title: The Record of Noboru

Summary: I was only six years old when my father was taken from my life right before my innocent eyes. I had been only twelve when I made the decision to leave my grandfather's safety for the big city. I could no longer bear to stare at my brother who reminded me of our loving father. Now, at the age of seventeen, I have been able to live my life as a simple teenager. I go to school every day and do my homework. No one knows of my parent's deaths nor that I live by myself. But everything changes when that strange man made his way into my life. He called himself Sesshomaru. And with his help I'll finally be able to unlock the mysterious box left behind by my deceased father. A box that held the strange name Noboru etched into it.

Chapter: Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own the Inuyasha characters, they rightfully belong to Rumiko Takahashi. I also do not own X-Note which inspired me with this story, the game rightfully belongs to Zeiva.

The setting sun in the distance cast a mixture of deep purples and soft pinks throughout the sky. If one were to simply see that beautiful view, they would never know of the horrendous scene that had just unfolded.

A silver Volkswagen lay on it's side with brightly burning flames erupting from the hood. The windshield had been shattered from the force of a fully grown man and small child being thrown through it.

Said child was currently shaking her father as forcefully as she could.

"Papa!" her shaking voice cried out, "Papa!"

The tears fell from her hazel eyes finally as her fear began to set in anew.

"Answer me!" she desperately tried again, "Why won't you answer me?"

Her wails became louder and louder, her anguish growing even as a group of men came running towards where the accident had taken place.

"Hey!" One man called out. His gruff voice fell upon the deaf ears of the child.

"There's a survivor here!" He yelled once more, this time directed towards the men that followed him, "It's a young girl!"

The middle aged man quickened his pace until he was kneeling beside the child and carefully gave her a once over for an obvious injuries, "Don't worry!"

As if just noticing the man for the briefest of seconds, the girl shifted her eyes to look into his deep brown pair before launching her small body over her father's.

"You'll be fine," the stranger tried to once more approach the frightened youth. "We came to save you!"

The sudden movement to his right caught the attention of the savior. Huh? He thought, Who's that?

"Are you a survivor as well?" He voiced, his graying eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Standing just on the other side of the ruined vehicle was a little boy. He was no older than the child currently cradling her fallen father. His dull amber eyes bore into the older man's as if seeing through his very soul.

"Y-You!" The sudden accusatory tone caught the small girl's attention. Her hazel eyes tried to search for the other child but could barely see the top of his raven locks.

The adult beside her suddenly jumped to his feet and moved in front of her to act as a shield from the supposedly dangerous boy. His tanned and wrinkled finger pointed discriminately towards the younger, "you must be that boy!"

His knees began to shake nervously under the boys uninterested gaze.

"Were you the one who did this?" He tried again.

There was a long pregnant silence before the child spoke up. His monotone voice cut through the thick air like a steak knife through softened butter, "This is the end."

"After this..." Everyone in the clearing felt their bodies stiffen in anticipation of what would surely happen next. The child paused once more as he took a step backwards towards the quickly flowing current behind him.

"After this," he tried again with a devilish smirk growing on his face to show off his sharpened canines, "it'll all be over..."

With those ominous words leaving his lips, the child spread his hands out to either side of him and leapt backwards a bit to land somewhere in the river.

My name is Kagome. Kagome Higurashi.

I can't even remember how many times I've woken up from that very strange dream. I only know that it's somehow connected to my childhood memories - memories that I have a difficult time remembering anymore.

Every day I go about my life as though nothing bad had ever happened.

I've found a way to peacefully live my life as just another normal high school student. No one here knows that my father is deceased. Nor do they know that I live alone, I have never told anyone that I had moved away from that small town to escape from the haunting memories I recalled every time I saw my younger brother's face.

The face that reminded me oh so much of my father.

Even now, with all of these strange dreams that always manage to haunt me, there are times that I forget how things once were.

"You are Kagome, are you not?"

The sudden deep voice speaking from directly in front of me had my eyes locking onto a pair of shining black business shoes. Trailing up his body slowly, my eyes landed on the pale face of a man. The first thing I noticed about him were his shimmering ember eyes.

"You must be her," he spoke once more. His equally pale hand reached up to uncomfortably run his fingers through his silver hair. How odd, I thought.

When he took a step closer to me, my body tensed up on impulse. "Who are you?"

The hand previously laced through his hair was now pressed against his chest as he bowed to me in respect, "My name is Sesshomaru. I am a student at the Shikon Academy."

"You must have heard of that name before," Seeing as I wasn't saying anything, he continued on, "it is a rather well known institute in this area-"

"Yes," I suddenly cut in, "it's famous in a bad way though."

I crossed my arms over my chest and shifted most of my weight to my left leg as I glanced up at him with little interest in the conversation. "Unsolved murder cases, mysterious disappears, supposed alien sightings? And that's only naming a few."

"You are correct... Those rumors are not too far off from the truth either."

Once again I felt my body tensing up. His confession had my thoughts beginning to reel with many questions. Why was he asking for me? How did he know my name to begin with? What could he possibly need from somebody such as myself?

My trail of thoughts was once again interrupted by his deep voice, "Earlier this month our school's principal was murdered and the head of the medicinal studies department mysteriously disappeared."

"What does this have to do with-"

"I require your services to investigate it further."

I stood in silence, too shocked to say anything at first. When I was finally able to find my words, I turned my head to stare at the passing cars beside us rather than making eye contact.

"I'm just a normal high school student," I chewed on my lower lip nervously for a moment. "Shouldn't you go discuss this with the police or private investigators or something?"

"You are not just a normal student," he dodged my question, "I know of your abilities which you seem to try so hard to hide."

My head snapped back to stare at him in surprise, "I need you to use them."

"How did you-"

"This Sesshomaru has his ways."

"Sorry," my hazel eyes narrowed dangerously towards him, my posture straightening up instantly as I responded, "but I neither have the obligations nor do I contain the desire to help you."

A faint smirk covered his lips, "You do though." He took another step towards me, our noses practically touching now before he leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Noboru."

I instinctively took a step away from him, my hands shaking without my permission. A gasp left my lips as the dream from earlier returned to the forefront of my mind.

"That is the name of a certain special folder left behind by your father."

Spinning on his toes delicately, Sesshomaru faced his back towards me as he prepared to depart. His head turned slightly as his spoke one last line with his bangs covering his eyes, "Come to the Shikon Academy if you truly wish to unlock that mysterious record."