This is my very first fan fiction! I hope you all like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Inu Yasha…although I would like a go at him…*wink, wink*
Resurrected
Death isn't half as bad as
people make it out to be...I mean sure it's the end. But hell all things have
to end. I guess it doesn't bother me as much because my death wasn't...Hmm what
do you call what my death was? Unusual? I guess I mean it was and what's even
more perplexing is the fact that I did die, but I'm not dead now. My life ended.
My body ceased to function. I was dead. I am dead. I had a funeral. No one
came. I was buried. But still the fact remains that for some strange
reason unknown to me fate decided to give me another chance at life.
My life wasn't exactly what you'd call wonderful. I had no family.
They'd all died on me. I had no friends. People just never understood me and I
kind of liked it that way. I had no love. The thought still saddens me a
little, as a girl I had always dreamed of being married and having kids. I
wonder if I still can. Can dead people that are brought back to the living by
some twist of fate have kids? Well, I better stop my insane musings now. I'm
getting off the topic. Anyway, I had no one. Just me. So why the powers that be
decided to bring me back still makes my mind spin out of control. I'm assuming
that it was the way I died that made what ever the heck it was take pity on me
and decided that I deserved another chance at a real life.
I was murdered. I'm not exactly sure why the heck someone would
want to kill me, but what ever reason they had it must have been a pretty big
one. Now that I think about it...they wanted something. Something that my dojo
held.
My family owned and ran a dojo before they passed on. It was left
to me. Along with the legends, scrolls, and various items that littered the
dojo's grounds. I now ran the famous Higurashi dojo. I trained willing pupils
in the arts my father had taught me. I was an overly skilled fighter. I don't
like to brag but my room was over flowing with trophies from various
competions. I had been trained to use a number of weapons, from katanas to a
bow and arrows.
The night I died I was training in the weapons
room. I had just seen my last class out and decided that I needed to work out
my frustrations for the day. I had pulled a broad sword from the wall and was
trying out a new move I had concocted. It was midway through a back flip that I
heard a strange noise in one of the training rooms.
The noise had startled me and
let me tell you that falling flat on your face in your own dojo when you're
supposed to be a marital arts master is so not cool. After a few seconds and
some sorted curse words, I pulled my sorry butt off the mat.
I was once again on my feet and preparing to try the move
once more, when the sound of breaking glass caught my attention.
Without thought I ran to investigate. You'd think that because I've had
a lifetime of training that I'd learn stealth or common sense, but NO! I left
the dojo with its vast amount of weapons to go into my dark office with only
one way in and out.
I screamed like a little
girl...the damned cat scared the crap out of me. I assumed that the cat
broke something and decided to clean it up in the morning.
You know the old saying? ' When
you assume...' I wish I would have thought of it at the time. I stalked back
into the training room. Thoroughly pissed off that I let a cat break my
concentration.
Upon entering the room I
realized something. The lights were out, I had left them on. That's when I
realized I was not alone. There were five men standing in the shadows in front
of me. I instinctively started to back up preparing to either fight or run.
Then with a click the lights
came on and I noted that there were six now, one had been standing behind me
blocking my chance of running. ' Six, there are six' my mind began to calculate
the chances I had, 'slim.' I was pretty good at fighting with more than one
opponent but there was no way I could face six gigantic men without injury.
What the hell did they
want? A man directly in front of me spoke. He was Ugly, I mean so ugly that he
could scare off a grizzly bear. His pasty white skin and cold red eyes
glistened in the light, But the were nothing compared to his hair. Let's just
say that you could light a match to his head and use him as a torch. Greasy!
Did he know how a shower worked?
He didn't bother with
introductions, just cut straight to the point. "Where is the jewel?"
Gods, I can still remember every word he spoke. His voice sent chills up my
spine.
My reply was
obvious..."what the fuck are you talking about?" Hey! I never said I
was a delicate flower! His face burned red with anger. His face was so red I
thought he was going to pop!
He glared at me "can you really
be that stupid girl or are you toying with me?" Again my reply was
obvious..."God dammit, what the fuck are you talking about?"
"Kagome Higurashi, you
are the last of the Higurashi clan, the last Miko. Which means that you are the
last protector of the jewel. Now stop fucking around and GIVE IT TO ME!"
He screeched. Anger completely evident in his voice.
I could only stare at him.
This man had serious mental problems, Mikos don't exist. They were some myth
made up. There was no way that I had any kind of powers to fight evil and
purify crap. At least that's what I thought.
" Fucking bitch! Give it to me
and maybe I let you live!" This man not only needed a good doctor but he
needed anger management classes. You'd think he could have gone two sentences
without yelling. In any event his constant insults were starting to piss me
off. Let me just tell you this...You NEVER, I mean NEVER want to see me pissed
off. It's not pretty!
As I was preparing my plan of attack
a loud crash sounded behind me and the guy that was behind me slumped to his
knees at my side. I turned to see a man. I mean a MAN! He was gorgeous! His
long white-silver hair swayed with each movement he made. His amber eyes fixed
on mine as he walked towards me. His tanned hand gingerly touched my chin. With
that one touch my heart leapt into my throat. He whispered, "Are you all
right? Did they touch you?"
Who says all fairy tales are crap? I had a
living fairly tale prince come to my aid. He turned from me and addressed the man
that had spoken before, " Naraku..." The name was said with a
large amount of hatred and disgust. " Leave Kagome alone, get out of here
now!" He knew my name. Gods! Did everyone know my DAMNED name?!
"Inu Yasha..." Well, at least
now I knew his name. That Naraku guy was starting what looked like a staring
contest between the two. Men! Even in fights like this they still act like
little boys.
"Hello!" Their heads
both snapped to attention staring straight at me. "Good! Now that I have your
attention I like to say...What the fuck?! I don't have this damned jewel that
you want so get the fuck out of my dojo before you find out how well trained I
am!" I get a little irritated when people come to my home and ask for shit
I don't have a clue about.
All that was heard was a small laugh. The
idiot was laughing at me! "Miss Higurashi, you truly do not know of the
jewel..." "No shit, that's what I've been saying for the last
five minutes!" I was furious. " Then I have no need for you" and
with those words he pulled out a revolver and shot me.
I took the bullet in my chest. At impact
my body toppled backwards, I was sure I'd crash down to the ground but I was
caught. The sliver haired man, Inu yasha had caught me. Naraku and his men left
the dojo laughing and saying something about raiding my dojo after the police
cleaned up my body.
My world was becoming black and my body
began to grow cold and stiff. Inu yasha looked at me intently before he placed
a chastise kiss on my lips. Gods I had wanted to be kissed like that for so
long.
He leaned over me and whispered, "You
cannot die now, I won't allow it." I could only stare at this man I knew
nothing of. " Kagome, this is all my fault. I did not protect you. But you
will not die. Not here not like this." His words sent chills down my
spine. How could a man like him care? Why did he care?
My questions would go unanswered...for the time
being. He lowered his head until his mouth was right above the connection of my
shoulder and neck. And with one quick movement he bit down and my world became
black.