Katekyō Hitman Reborn! © Amano Akira
Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Prologue

The metallic clang of colliding weapons permeated the air as the two opponents struggled for dominance; light cobalt steel eyes locked with stormy sapphire. Kagome gave a small grunt as she leveraged her arm to swing her weapon at the stern boy in front of her. Sweat beaded down her temple as she frowned, face serious as she made the first move this time – blocking one tonfa, but forgetting about the other. She silently cursed as her lower thigh was struck when she did her best to dodge.

The rings on the gold staff jingled as Kagome to another initiative to attack Hibari, the prefect easily avoiding her wild swings and taking delight in seeing the feral look in her eyes. He took note of how her swings were becoming wilder and rash, using up more energy than she probably should. Kagome gave a yell as she vented her pent up anger in this fight with the Discipline Committee head, him dodging before her knee lodged itself into his abdomen.

Hibari refused to be bent over her knee, and the two broke apart – Kagome held the gold staff in both hands as Hibari slightly lowered his two tonfas; both panting slightly. The wind rustled the leaves of the Goshinboku tree, through the teens' hair as they stared each other down. Their body temperatures cooled back down to normal, having started to heat up from the use of energy. The sun started to gain an orange tint as it descended in the sky, twilight quickly setting in.

Souta stared at the two of them, arms crossed, frustrated at having been unknowingly ignored for the past ten minutes, "Mom says dinner is ready you two!"

Kagome let her arms sag, the rings jingling loudly before she straightened her back, the gold staff in one hand. Looking over her shoulder at her younger brother, Kagome answered back, "All right, Souta! We'll be in momentarily."

Cracking her back, she looked over at Hibari, seeing that he already put his own weapons away. Sighing, she followed her younger sibling into the house, the tonfa-wielding male silently behind her. The two took their shoes off at the entrance, putting on house slippers before Kagome rested the staff on the wall by the door. Hibari went on ahead of her into the kitchen-dining combo room. Walking through the door, Kagome went into the kitchen part of the room, helping her mother with anything before taking her seat on the right of the head of the table, Hibari on her right; Grandpa and Souta sat on the left side of the head of the table.

The dinner was quieter than usual; Hibari's added presence even may have made it a tad awkward for the twelve-year-old boy across from him. Souta felt like he was being judged by the older boy each and every time he moved so much as a muscle, the younger sibling looked over to his sister when she sighed, "Please stop antagonizing Souta, Kyouya-kun."

The back of her head hurt, throbbing with dull aches and pains; her arm was in worse shape. She could feel her powers flare to life, attempting to mend what was broken, in and around her body. Where was she anyway? One blue eye cracked open, trying to peer through the light purple of her power to glance at her surroundings to hopefully jog her memory. Nothing was coming to mind as she spotted what looked to be white boots, but she could tell for sure.

The reflection of her powers on the boots camouflaged them from her weary sight. Kagome's throat was sore from the chilly spring night air, "Whose there?"

"You'll be able to show Kagome to her new school, Kyouya-kun?" The mother of two looked over at the prefect who was aiding her daughter in cleaning the dishes in thanks. The teenage boy nodded to the mother of two, momentarily pausing in his work to look over his shoulder at her. Kagome grumbled under her breath at having to start a new school, but the only one closest to the current residence was Namimori, where Hibari attended, without actually having to move from the shrine.

The porcelain plate reflected her wet reflection before she toweled it off, setting it onto the neat stack of plates she started on her side, along with bowls; Hibari was in charge of any utensils and small plates. It took the duo no time at all to finish the dishes, leaving them to rest on the counter to be put away in the cabinets later. Being the kind person that she was, though the look from her mother prevented her from declining; she showed Hibari to the guest bedroom that he'd be residing in for the night and told him where the restroom was out of courtesy.

The sixteen-year-old miko retreated to her own room, sitting on her bed and pulling her bag off of the floor to set it beside her on the bed, taking out anything that was homework for the next day. Her pencil tapped the textbook at random interval, displaying her annoyance at the problems on the page in front of her, a slight throb developing behind her eyes. Some of the problems were easier than others, but math was still math to Kagome as she tried to mentally make it all go away.

"Glaring does nothing to inanimate objects." The miko looked up to the prefect of the Discipline Committee, standing in her open doorway, one hand resting on the door frame. Kagome gave a sour look to the black-haired teenager, "It may do nothing, but it at least makes me feel a little bit better."

Hibari gave her a small glare, to which Kagome returned. Kagome's shoulders slumped as she turned back to her homework, 'Who came up with math anyway?'

A dip in the bed beside her alerted her that Hibari joined her, and out of the corner of her eye, it seemed he was giving her room death glares. The sharp-eyed boy turned to her, "What happened to you having a blue bedroom?"

Kagome rubbed the back of her neck, "Mother adored the color and I couldn't say 'no' to her, is all. It's just starting to grow on me, sadly."

Hibari gave a small sound in the back of his throat, "The answer is negative twenty-seven and a half."

Kagome looked down at her math homework, "It is? Wait, to which one?"

"Shi shi shi… what sort of peasant are you, I wonder." Boots crunched as the person walked towards her, "It resembles a Cloud flame and acts like a Sun flame. The Cloud refuses to associate with any other flame, but there is the fact that it is known for being able to absorb other flames… it makes the prince wonder who you killed to absorb their flame." Kagome felt her eye closing from feeling nausea from the pain she was feeling, just barely able to see the white of the boots.

Black started to creep around the edges of the miko's vision, eyelashes adding to it as her one eye started to close; her miko ki fading out as her consciousness slipped away and she passed out.

-:-

"VOOOOIII!"

Belphegor smiled from his position on his bed, slightly bouncing in place as he awaited this reaction from the shark peasant as to the 'gift' he left in his room. He paused and let his body stop its small amount of bouncing before taking out a few of his signature knives, holding them in between his fingers for the right time to throw them at the fast approaching agitated second-in command.

"The fuck is there a woman in my room!"

The tiara-wearing assassin flicked his wrist, the knives imbedding themselves in the wood around Squalo's head and shoulder, increasing his agitation and deepening the scowl on his face as he glared at the grinning blond on the bed in front of him.

"Who the hell is she, Bel? Why the hell did you even bring a person here from Japan?"

"Shi shi shi… there was something off about the peasant's flame. And she looks like she'd be a good servant for the prince, shark peasant."

The glare directed at the self-declared prince intensified, however it didn't seem to faze him much as he let his grin grow wider. The white-haired Italian gave an impressive growl as he slammed the door, making his way back to his room to drag the woman from his bed and throw her into the younger blond's own room. Kicking open his own door, Squalo glared at the unconscious female, right hand having shot out to grip of what looked to have been a school uniform blazer at one point – her head lolled to the side, a perfect imitation of a ragdoll.

"Squalo! What was the yelling I heard? I take it that you know that Bel's back?" Lussuria poked his head into the white-haired vice-captain's room, smile on his face. It quickly changed to one of surprise and curiosity when he saw Squalo holding a girl by the collar of her shirt, the light-eyed male looked at the flamboyant Varia member with a disgruntled look on his face.

"The bastard left her in my room!" the white-haired male shook the black-haired girl none too gently in emphasis.

The sunglasses-wearing male entered his fellow Varia member's room, taking the girl from him, looking over her form, "She looks adorable! What's she here for and how'd she get here?"

The vice-captain glared heatedly at Lussuria, "Go ask Bel."

Lussuria held the girl as he walked out of the vice-captain's room, making his way to the blond prince's messy room. She wasn't terribly heavy, but she wasn't necessarily a feather either – overtime she'd become heavy, but the trek was short and it wasn't long before he was before the Storm's bedroom door.

Belphegor popped his head out of the door when the Sun came to a halt, grinning at him with his ever omnipresent grin – it almost seemed to grow when he noticed the girl in Lussuria's arms, "Shi shi shi… I see you brought the peasant with you. I thought that Squ-sempai was going to be the one to bring her here instead."

The older male smiled, "He said that you knew her. And the way he treated her… So, do you know her?"

"Yes and no."

"Oh?"

"I think that she absorbed a Sun flame."

TBC

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