Chapter Summary - Meet seven-year-old Kagome, a sweet gentle girl who...just became the heir of an emperors monarchy. And meet Inuyasha a...well all we really know about him is that hes good with tricks ;)

Authors Notes - Hey, this is Stormiie a not-so-new author to fanfiction, if you've seen this story before it isnt stolen my former account Kirby and Jordan has this story also except different name but I gave up on it a year ago. I reread it and see it has alot of potential so I posted it again and Im working on its fifth chapter while the authors are being rewritten I was just too lazy to rewrite this one so forgive me if its short. My chapters are usually lengthy.

"It is important to remember, we all have magic inside us."
- JK Rowling.

Chapter 1 - London

The day had been one of the strangest encounters of Kagome's young life. At the age seven her limits of understanding were thin. She was in a phase bubbling of questions and demanded answers. On the day May 22, 1874, cherry blossoms were sprouting and beginning to fade away as the drifted into the pollen plagued air. Spring was ending and summer reproaching. And Kagome groaned upon her moving to London from her former home Hertford (A/N yah I did my homework that's a real city). And she longed for the familiar streets she had once ventured in. As her father was Emperor at the time, Kagome's grandfather passing was unsuspected and horribly shocking. And her father accepted the burden of his Kingship and they had bulged their bags inside numerous Carriages with strained chestnut horses. She pleaded to let her grandfather's advisor dominate the throne.

Though her father was persistent and that was that, good bye Hertford and a solemn hello to London.

Kagome leaned against the humid glazed window her cheek pressing against its warm exterior. She found her interest in the city was vast, though her fear was lurking beneath her she knew no one. And was unfamiliar to everything. From the unusual brown brick sidewalks to the town homes that rubbed against each other as if clustered and cowering from a storm.

Also her new home was intimidating; it was so massive that she had gotten lost in its many rooms that made her head spin. She just glared out of the window watching men unloading the carriages and lunging the possessions in her strange abode. Kagome grumbled out of boredom and in mourning for her long-lost friends.

She missed them all very much.

Kagome sighed and glanced to the humble theatre bordering the east side of her castle about 500 yards she estimated and squinted at its shape and character. She could tell it was old; the windows were lined in former newspapers and cracked from steamy air leaking through it. The bricks were of a gold yellow and she focused her eyes seeing the coleuses (A/N I don't know how to spell it heh :P) of colored glass that glittered beneath the curtain of golden sun. Reds and blues, greens and turquoise streamed into a fashion of unraveling as it was a quilt the blocks of assorted colors streamed over everywhere and lined the ebony doors that had rusted chains shackling them.

And it had three steps.

With the most astounding looking boy she had ever seen.

I think it's a boy… she pondered staring at him. He was wearing a mulch wool cap that circled above his head seemingly too small for him. He was wearing a long sleeve button down bleached shirt and a scratchy poorly made vest hugging at his chest. With brown pants he seemed dressed as most boys Kagome had witnessed. Though he was different, he had long waves of white had that swooned down his back it stretched farther than Kagome's!

Kagome felt her curiosity swarm in. And sting her as she tucked her ruffled red dress inside her right palm and clambered down the creaky steps. She turned alongside the bar that was golden brown. Like everything in her home, it was gold. As she trotted to the entrance, she glimpsed her father.

Kagome's father was named Katsuro II was a brief imitation to Kagome he had a prickly beard for he hadn't shaven since his father's passing his eyes were bloodshot though a charming brown that matched Kagome's. He was wearing jeweled buttoned shirts that just seemed to pile each other in a array of colors including his now unbuttoned cloak that was a crimson red he had clutched in his left palm.

"Woah little Kagy what has gotten you so excited?"

Kagome blushed slightly upon her pink seven-year-old cheeks. .

"Just can't wait to get to see London Daddy."

He smiled warmly and advised her to linger near the guards she nodded in approval as he peck her head and she gave a sweet giggle. Galloping off hoping the boy was still there.

And he was.

Sitting upon the second step he was and he was glaring at a red ball that he was converting with in his left hand. Kagome had run and stared at him for a moment. He was playing with the red bouncy ball yes. But in the strangest game. The ball was weaving between his fingers as if he was sewing a shirt. Kagome had learned to sew from her nanny and knew it was painfully difficult slipping the knots together in the finger-strain work. Though Kagome had a feeling that this boy could overcome sewing in ease. As he slipped it around every knuckle every patch of skin. She marveled as he rolled the ball down his back of the hand letting it slip then at the exact right moment flipping it and balancing it upon his ring finger.

As the boy stared at his bouncy ball using his trickery to fool it and control its will. She felt her right hand flex as if trying to endeavor his moves with an invisible. She let her tongue peek out with the hand exercises as she felt like she was standing in a mist of humidity. She gulped rather loudly. And the boy suddenly stopped his play.

And flashed his head at her.

His eyes were a solid gold. They glimmered in the suns rays. And showed no sign of emotion not even surprise. Kagome felt the awkward silence nip her in the butt and heaved a breath being as brave as she could bare, she strutted right up to him and sat by the boy's side.

His eyes following her every move, she smiled warmly and said.

"Hi, I'm Kagome how'd you do that?" She pronounced trying to be the most polite as her tongue could shape her words. She was still smiling and the boy hung his head with a look at the ball.

"It's just illusion."

"It's so cool though! Can you show me something else?" Ecstatic of not only discovering that the boy would speak to her that the thought of a new friend was nice and calming.

"Sure."

He placed the ball in her hand.

"Now when I close my eyes put the ball in one of your hands then listen to what I tell you."

Kagome nodded and waited until the boy closed those beautiful gold eyes that she secretly wished were still avid. And switched the ball to her left.

"Now place the hand in which the ball is in to your hand until I say stop."

She lifted it through the chains of air and let it bruise her hand.

One…two…three.

"Stop."

She lowered the hand and stroke them both out and grinned. The boy opened his honey eyes and locked them upon his eyes surveying her right.

Hah, got you. She thought mischievously.

"Both"

Huh?

She opened her hands and instead of one red ball lingering in her left palm there were two little bouncy balls that were balanced on her hands.

"That was so cool!"

He grinned and took out a hand to receive the balls. The put them both in one hand a second later opening his palm and instead of even a ball was a rose. A black rose that was perfectly intact and thorns slipped off only the petals and stem. Kagome was absolutely amazed and gaped her mouth in amazement. What a neat trick! She smoothed her right into the fist of her left and looked at the boy.

"How did you do that?"

"Cant tell." He grinned back and she smiled feeling comfortable in his presence.

"Please?"

"Nope." Then dangled the rose to her and let it brush her fingertips though she didn't feel the silky rose's petals she felt the rose's bud shrink and loop into a necklace as he placed it in her hand. It curled and twisted with its leathery chain and the black rose was still shining and blooming at her. Her right hand covered her mouth.

THAT was the most magnificent trick she had ever witnessed.

"What's your name?" She questioned stroking her newly found necklace she was getting attached to.

"Inuyasha. You can keep it. But be careful it's valuable." He replied and grinned shuffling away.

Kagome admired her gift and stared at it pondering how Inuyasha had done these amazing things at such a young age and she blushed thinking about his golden eyes. She lifted her head to thank him but he had left.

"KAGOME! HELP UNPACK!" Her mothers voice thundered upon the streets and Kagome sighed craving to see golden eyes. She stumbled as stood up and let the necklace cling onto her nape tucking it between the dress and skin. Hoping no one to glance at its beauty of her gift.

She then sprinted to her home, fearing her mother's impatience to exceed.

Whats going to happen next Stormiie?

Five years later Kagome has grown into a young teenager, will she meet the strange boy again? And how is her father going to deal with his new job?