Hero in the Dark
Chapter 1
Goodbye... Hello – Part 1
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Hey Ya'll!
Ok sooo, this is a new Fan-fiction for Inuyasha I'm working on. I would love it if you guys would review, and tell me your opinions, I don't bite (that much ;p)!
Any who, I'ma gonna shut up now, but thanks for your time, and I hope you enjoy...
Chapter 1 of Hero in the Dark (Part 1)!
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Blurb:
"Everything happens for a reason my dear."
Yeah, I've been told that my whole life. But that one night changed it all, changed who I am today.
For better or for the worst... well I'll leave that to you to decide.
Shippings:
Inuyasha – Kagome
Miroku – Sango
And maybe some other ones down the track, but I'm open to opinions. :)
Disclaimer: I am very sad to say no I do not own Inuyasha. :'(
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Black Gem
Forever dark,
A heart forgot,
Found will reap,
Darkness will keep,
Deaths keep on,
Trail light sees,
True or not,
We shall see.
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The sun was shining its spring rays as the blue bird sung their sweet melodies high in the tree tops, the wind caring it across the lush field of green grass surrounded by endless varieties of flowers towards an old English Country House nestled neatly on top of the small hill. Where a young girl around the age of 17 stood leaning on the front door feeling the old oak wood underneath her fingers, the cracks and groves in the woodwork, her life time in this place a place she once called home the smell of burnt wood still tainting the fresh spring air.
As the wind picked up, starting to play with her dark raven hair made it flutter off her slim shoulders, as her spaghetti strapped yellow summer dress, moved around her small frame as one with the wind.
Suddenly the sound of gravel crunching like cornflakes underneath the rims of an approaching black Mercedes tires' grabbed her attention, taking her away from her thoughts.
As a black car with not a speck of dust on its dark paint pulled up only a few meters away, a man wearing a dark black tux stepped out of the driver's side and started the ascent of wooden steps towards me and I could help myself from thinking he had a good resemblance to one of the men of those 'Men in Black' movies.
He just needs a pair of dark shades.
As he moved closer my eye where able to take a closer look at his appearance, in his right ear was an earpiece that had a white cord going around and under his very neat white collar that looked like it had only been freshly pressed a few moments ago.
His dark black hair that sat underneath a stylish fedora was tied in a small ponytail on the back of his neck, and in his ears were a set of golden earrings. Such bright blue eyes shone into my brown eyes like a pair of dark blue gemstones and against his young, fair skin made them hold much wisdom for someone at his age. Well, let's just say any girl would fall head over heels for him.
He doesn't look that much older than me. Not really my type though... But where have I seen him from before? His face looks so familiar... But, not at the same time, is that possible?
"Good morning Miss. How are you feeling?"
As the soothing and warm melody of his voice hit my ears the horrid memories suddenly came back into mind and reminded me how much I wished there was someone I could tell the truth to.
"Ok I guess."
Letting out a sigh as the blue eyed man nodded his head before reaching into his dark black jacket, pulling out a light silver envelope, holding it out for me to take from his large hands. Nodding my head in thanks, he turned around facing the stairs I had travel down a million times to lead me towards the silent, black vehicle he'd stepped from only second before.
"I can't believe this is the last time I am going to see this place."
Speaking my thoughts by accident I looking back at my childhood house while he gripped the handles on the back door, I was a bit surprised when he answered as I bent to sit on the cars butter soft leather seats.
"You never know. None of us know what fate has in store for us."
Closing the door with a soft thud his figure moves formally towards the driver's door on the other side, once inside and the key turned the car slowly stared to ease out of the parked position.
"Yeah… That's what they all say"
Sighing because I knew he couldn't hear me anyway because of the glass window in between us, I watched as the car moved pasted and though the gates of Green Child Hill though the black tinted windows. Memories of my once happy life leaked though the walls I had placed up in my mind, leaving me feeling the horrid feelings again, knowing it would never go.
Glancing at the old blossom trees that my mother loved so much to paint when I was younger move further and further away, becoming a blur of my past. The happy childhood memories of spending hours with my mother outside with the smell of endless sweet flowers fill my nose. The bright oils she used while I sat on her lap watching with amazement at how soft and fluently she moved the brush against the canvas to create another amazing image for my father. Bright colour after another, I could never take my eyes off her images even after she was finished and they hung on the walls of father's study. I had be satisfied with just looking for the majority of my life, before I finally wanted to have a go only a few months ago. Deciding to make a piece for both my mother and father in secrete, wanting to make it a surprise for them…
It was coming up to their anniversary… I was so close to finishing it on that night but that's when it happened, the horrid thing that has thrown everything in my life completely out of place. Like a tornado has torn though who I am leaving gaping holes in its path that can never be filled.
"Things happen for a reason my dear."
My mother would say. And well, to be honest I believed her. I believed that life is kinda like a road you must travel and no matter how many bumps you may find on your way, each one you cross shapes that of whom we are and what we all believe in.
But where does that leave me now?
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The sound of a light tapping at the set of double doors across the room brought all attention away from the white dell laptop that sat neatly on top of a dark mahogany desk. As the natural sun light leaked in from a large window that overlooked the flower gardens that surrounding the large building warmed the large room, much like a warm blanket was surrounding the room.
Exhaling a long breath and leisurely moving a single old arthritis hand one the matching white mouse while watching on the screen as a small arrow moved towards the blue save button in the top left hand corner. Placed the computer now on sleep mode, a small smile made its way onto my old face as the family album came on as the computers screen saver.
Watching for a while longer before pushing back the tall chair and directing my shoe covered feet in the direction of the brown oak doors on the other side of a large office, the newly painted walls making my eyes wince still at the brightness of the colours still.
Why I let my wife choose the colours I'll never fully understand, but Pink is definitely not something I'm fond of, why not red or white, or just something else that's neutral?
"Humph… But I still love her, colour sense and all."
Grabbing hold of the door, it only took a light tug before it softly glided open to show three people waiting patiently on the other side. One of which was the secretary, a young aged looking girl by the name of Saia. However, being a cat demon and all, she was probably already near her early hundreds. But while she looked human in most physical appearance because of the event that happened many centuries ago, she still tries to cover up the fact that of being a demon. Her naturally piercing green eyes being covered with a set of brown contacts as she also wore something with an extremely potent smell to cover her natural smell of a cat demon.
"Ah, Kagome welcome. I've being waiting for you."
Waving off Saia, she gave a slight nod of her blond head before turning around and walking the other way.
"Please come in, take a seat."
Moving to the side, waiting for the young girl to move inside the office and one of the newest agents followed suit with his hat held comfortably in his left hand before closing the door.
Making my way back around the desk towards the genuine leather high back office chair that had been sat in many hours; I noticed how much she has changed over the years since we last met. Her yellow summer dress sat neatly around her crossed legs, settling neatly on the surface of the matching black Faux leather tub chair. The striking resemblance to her parents was quite obvious.
Such a natural beauty so much like her mother and father she doesn't need to remember that right now not after what she's been through.
Mentally shaking my head to stop the drifting thoughts hoping to making them come back to reality and the young girl sitting in front of me.
"It is nice to see you again Kagome."
Raising a small left hand with a ring firmly sitting on the second finger in a gesturing motion towards the man that stood only a few feet away from her left side.
"I suppose you have met my newest agent. Miroku Maitreya."
"Maitreya?!"
You could clearly hear the shock in her voice as she turned around in the seat to send a pair of questioning eyes to the said Miroku standing only a few feet away.
"As in Miroku Maitreya? The young boy who fell of his bike and broke his arm in third grade?"
Looking at him fully it only took a second for the information to sink in completely, questioning eyes becoming wide with realization.
Of course! How did I not see it before, same eyes, chin, hair...
Chuckling quietly to himself at the look of her face, Miroku extended a hand for her to shake.
"The one and only. It is nice to make acquaintance once again Lady Kagome"
Taking his hand, he turned it over in his own, and gave a light kiss on the top.
Yep, definite Miroku, he always had a way with words when we were little, such a flirt. He always found a way of get out things just by wooing the teacher with his sweet childish charms.
"Well you can talk fully later. Right now we have more important matter that must be attended to"
Once Kagome turned around to full face him again and sent a nod to emphasize her understandings. Myoga took in a deep breath and reached down into the top draw of his mahogany desk to pull out the red folder, getting ready to tell her the reason she was here.
"I'm sorry to say this... But you must understand there is someone or a group of people out to get you Miss Satoru."
Handing the red folder for her to take from across the desk.
"What? Why?"
"Well... That we are still unsure of…"
Pausing for just a second to scratching the end of his nose with one of his long fingers before straightening in his seat and continue to talk.
"I'm sorry to say we have no lead or information to go on because of the fire... And well, the best way to keep you safe is to hide you and place you under coincident supervision."
"You're sending me away"
Suddenly images of being locked away in an underground bunking for the rest of my life came into my head, growing old never eating any real food again and living off canned food for ever.
"Not exactly. I have set you up with a family that has newly moved here to the city, they are quite close friend of mine."
Taking in a deep breath to clear my thoughts from the new information, I asked the other question that had been plaguing my mind.
"My schooling? I do still have a year left I would like to finish if that is possible."
Kagome looked up for the first time noticing how much the old man had changed since they last met when she was a child. As he sat in his large leather desk chair wearing a deep blue suit, she noticed how his hair now grey was combed back neatly and geld to make it stay in place, but many years have left it to only grow around the sides, leaving him to look somewhat like a polished budda's abdomen, and with a very pointed end on his nose slightly tinted orange like a bad tan. I remembered all the times calling him carrot nose as a kid because of that small detail.
But looking into his dark eyes, you could see such wisdom and kindness, the many years he has seen in his life still left his eyes to look young.
So much like fathers.
That sudden though starting to bring small tears forward, threatening to fall.
No, I'm able to do this. Come on Kagome, get a grip!
"I thought you would ask that. I have already taken care of it. You are enrolled at St. Hijiri High; the year is only starting tomorrow. Miroku already goes there and has been assigned as your personal undercover bodyguard... So, do you have any other question you require answering Miss Satoru?"
Shaking my head slowly I only listened half-heartedly to the rest of what he was saying, his voice becoming distant as I lost myself in my thoughts once again.
New school, new identity, new everything?! I really am saying goodbye to Kagome Satoru aren't I.
Seeing Myoga stand up from his set I was stopped for thinking of anything else as I became acutely aware he was still addressing me but all I heard was the last part.
"-sorry for what has happened Kagome, and please remember I am here if you remember anything. I shall see you in a few weeks though, call if you have any problems"
Kissing my cheek and leading us both back to the door, Myoga gave me one last hug before waving goodbye as Saia appeared out of nowhere to lead us back to the elevator.
I probably should have listened, but Miroku looks to know where we're going. Taking a sigh and following behind Miroku like a lost dog out the front door after stepping out of the elevator, we moved down the steps into a small front garden of the building, heading towards the dark black car pulling in front of us.
As a boy stepped out and handed back the keys. I climbed back into the car, all the while Miroku held the door open once again as I tried my best to give a warm smile, saying thank you before he closed the door softly. The purr of the engine coming to life came was the only sound I could hear, before the classical music took its place, the things from the outside world started to pass by in a blur once again as we set off to down the road towards a new destination.
Where ever that may be.
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K – Yeah, first chapter done! I hope you liked it. But remember to PLEASE Review! Plus if you guys have any feedback I would love to hear it.
Thanks again, and have a great day/night!
Peace out! ^-^
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Next time:
It not easy to move school, but as a wise man once said,
"Think of it as a new chapter starting in your life."
So I just got just one question mister wise man.
What if that chapter getting turned over feels like a complete new book starting instead?
Join me next time for Hero in the Dark... Goodbye… Hello (Part 2).