Author's Note: Yes, this is a crossover. I know this is like, the most
common type out there, but not like this... I do not own Inu Yasha or Yu Yu
Hakusho, but I do have Fluffy...(Sesshomaru.... This is a joke my close group
of friends will get. Hi Friends!) well, anyway, I don't. And, well, I
haven't seen a fic like the one I have planned so far, and hope I wont
either. I tend to do things with a more authentic like touch (if you know
the truth about anime, it comes from Japan, so it's more like a Japanese
fic) so, it goes sur name (last name) then first, and I try working a
little Jap here and there. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter 1: Sensing and Smelling
The girl's emerald eyes opened quickly as she was jarred from slumber. She sat up, then walked over to the window of her fairly small room. Neyoko looked out to the night sky, brushing a trail of flaming red hair that the wind played at out of her face. She braced her arm against the shelf and propped her three-scratch marked right cheek against it. Since she was extremely in tune to the supernatural, Neyoko could tell something was happening.
There had been a huge surge of unchecked demonic energy a few seconds ago somewhere in the city; the force woke her up instantly. The wind brought her a faint smell, one she knew from 13 years of training under the psychic Genkai; yokai's blood.
Curious-as usual- and bound by trade, Neyoko got dressed in the school's uniform, threw on a light jacket, and left the shrine, grabbing her schoolbag as she left. As she hopped down the stairs, she ignored the bizarre forest to the side that pulsed with an ominous aura. She knew that wasn't her destination. Then Neyoko walked through the city and began her search. She checked the most common spots for yokai appearances before the sun was up, and when the crowds started, she started heading for school. Neyoko decided she'd try the rest after school if nothing was weird.
At school, Neyoko spent the morning with language classes, both Japanese and English. Bored, she worked out a private map of the city and where she checked. That ended up being confiscated by the teacher. Then, she got to be outside for the worst class of all, P.E.
After P.E. was her favorite class, History. Neyoko turned in her report-one se had actually done and enjoyed- that was based on one of her favorite folk tales, Inu Yasha. Inu Yasha was a hanyou, both inu and ningen at the same time. He ended up falling in love with the Kikyo who kept the Shikon no tama, which Inu Yasha wanted for his own. Neyoko had loved the tale, for no other reason than that he had a good yokai half and didn't cause as much trouble as the real yokai.
The breaking of History gave way to lunch. Neyoko ended up having to kick her locker open just so she could put her books away. On her way to the cafeteria, she accidentally bumped into a raven-haired girl carrying books, which tumbled to the ground.
"Gomen, Gomen," Neyoko said as she tried helping pick the books up. The acrid smell of yokai residue reached her nose. Neyoko handed the books back, then moved to lean against the wall. Memories flashed through her brain, just little flashes, but Neyoko seemed to understand it just as it left, and forget it. Instincts awoke, telling her of a past as a yokai, stealing to live.
The instincts were enough to tell her it was true, that she could reject it or embrace it. At first she didn't want to believe, but she knew it was true and she'd have to live with it.
Neyoko decided she would ask her master about it later when the memories stopped. She didn't remember any of them, but the idea they represented was still fresh. What she had to do now was research.
Who was the girl who smelled like a yokai? Why did she? If she had any connection, was it good or bad, and how? And something that needed to be found out was what class she was in.
Neyoko let out a quiet agitated growl. She never put this much thought to anything at school, other than in history, but something un-avoidable had spurred her into it, almost scheming.
Neyoko hurried to the lunchroom. It was almost full, some of the kids still struggling in the halls. She sidled to a corner so she could have a good view of other people.
After a while, the raven-haired girl came in, where she was called over to a table by a girl who was waving frantically. Neyoko followed with her eyes, trying not to look too obvious. She didn't want to show up at the table, the questions she had would be quite disturbing to ordinary people, so she looked around to see if anyone else might give her a little information. There was a guy who looked like he liked the girl Neyoko was watching, so she decided to try talking to him.
Neyoko pushed her way through the crowd and snuck up behind the guy. She made him jump when she asked, "Who is she?"
"Who...who is who?" he stuttered, trying to calm his nerves.
"That girl over there. Who is she?"
"Are you talking about Kagome?"
"Now I wouldn't be asking if I knew. I usually don't pay much attention to the upper classmen, but I'm making an exception. She's over there, in the middle of the group." Neyoko nodded her head in the direction the girl was.
"I was right. She's Higurashi Kagome."
"How does she do in class?"
"She's usually sick, so she doesn't come often. But when she does, I think she does really good."
"Not in the same class, are you?" Neyoko said with a little scorn. She had discovered what she needed. "Thanks." Neyoko walked off without giving the guy time for another word.
Neyoko went back to the corner. That was relatively easy, she thought. Now all I have to do is wait until school is out then tail her to her house. The yokai can wait unless...Neyoko became excited at the thought. Unless, this Kagome was linked to the energy surge.
She sat through math and science classes without blowing anything up, before school was out. She hurried through the school and stopped to wait casually by the front gate.
Neyoko smelled the yokai blood before she saw Kagome. The smell was fainter than it had been before, the ningen smell could be affecting it. Then, Neyoko saw her. She was walking in between the group of girls that she had been hanging around with at the lunch break. Neyoko waited until the group left school grounds before following them.
Kagome split off from the other three girls and Neyoko followed. There were so many excuses she could use that she didn't bother trying to avoid a meeting. Neyoko followed Kagome until she turned and began walking up the stairs that lead to the Higurashi shrine.
Neyoko stopped at the bottom for a few seconds before beginning to sneak up the stairs. Now was the time for secrecy. As she walked, Neyoko flicked through the mental catalogue she kept as to the spiritual happenings. At that shrine, there had been a few false alarms. The grandfather was crazy or something and always came up with fake articles that were supposed to be one of a kind. Neyoko recalled stopping once and leaving shortly, disappointed.
Neyoko heard the door open as Kagome went inside before she slunk around the property a little. From her senses, there wasn't any yokai around, but the smell was coming clearly from a small building. Neyoko made sure no one was in the place before opening the door.
The place was dark, save the light slanting in from the open door. The light touched the base of a well that was apparently emitting the scent Neyoko had followed.
Neyoko crept forward to examine the well. There was nothing inside, but it still smelled horrible. It was almost as if, centuries ago, the only thing drawn from it was the blood of yokai.
Neyoko looked at it curiously and was about to jump in, but something moved behind her. Neyoko turned and a neko began meowing. The girl sighed with relief it wasn't a person, but the neko might attract attention.
"Odasay baka neko," Neyoko whispered.
However, the neko kept meowing, causing the red head to retreat. She jumped over the neko and ran down the stairs. Neyoko stopped at the end of the street. She felt great. She now knew what had caused the surge, now all she had to do was talk to Genkai.
Neyoko slipped into the Kasane shrine. An old woman sat in front of a large statue drinking tea.
"Master Genkai?" Neyoko asked tentatively. She remained close by the door.
"What is it this time, Neyoko?" the old woman asked.
Neyoko cringed a little from the harshness in which the words had been said. "There was a strong surge of yoki last night. I figure you might know about it. Well, I went to see what it was before school. I didn't see anything this morning, but I ran into this girl. I know she had contact with yokai, so I followed her to the Higurashi shrine. There was a well that reeked of yokai. What do you think would be a reasonable course of action?"
"Do whatever you want. I don't care."
"And another thing. I was a yokai once, wasn't I?" Neyoko asked it strait out, the only way she knew she could get an answer.
"What made you say something like that?"
"When I bumped into that girl, the force of the smell triggered memories, memories I never thought I knew, like a different life. My instincts told me that was me. I don't really get it."
"Well, you'll find out anyway. Yes you were a yokai. A neko thief if I recall correctly. Did a fine job of getting on the other yokai's nerves. When they did catch you, they thought that it would be a better punishment if you became a ningen. More of a torture, they said. Then, those creeps sent you to the Ningenkai, where I found you. You know the rest."
Neyoko nodded, her eyes directed to the wood flooring. Despite knowing it was true, it went against everything she knew.
Genkai stood up, walking behind Neyoko. She stood up to Neyoko's waist, right behind her. "You knew it was true, now the most you can do is work with it."
Genkai slipped her foot in front of Neyoko's shin and jerked. Neyoko fell as Genkai walked out of the door.
"Dammit that really hurt," Neyoko muttered. "Of course I probably deserved that."
Neyoko spent the rest of the week trailing Kagome after school. She wasn't acknowledged the whole time. After school Friday, she went home changed into her leisure out fit, and she stayed at the well over night. She slept sitting against the wall of the building wrapped in a woven blanket with frayed edges.
The whole day of Saturday Neyoko spent at the well. Then that night, Kagome came in.
"Inu Yasha better be happy. I still have tests, but they aren't grade threatening," the raven-haired girl muttered.
"Inu...Yasha?" Neyoko asked aloud, curiosity getting in the way of her common sense.
Kagome stiffened at the sound of an unknown voice.
"Oh. I'm really sorry. I'm Neyoko. You may remember me from school, I ran into you the other day," Neyoko stepped into the slanting moonlight, emerald eyes glinting.
"I remember you now. You apologized enough then, so why are you here."
Neyoko hesitated, and then decided on the truth. "Sorry about that too. I sensed a major surge of demonic energy and followed it here. Can you explain it to me?"
"Th...there's nothing to explain. It was probably just your imagination."
"Oh, nice cover. I am an expert at the happenings of yokai, so you can't pull that on me. And I'm pretty sure you are liked to the well some how."
"How much do you know?"
"A bit. I can track any yokai, then kill it. Stuff like that. But I want to know about the well. Is there really an Inu Yasha?"
"Unfortunately, yes, I know him. He's selfish, rude, imprudent, and a two-timer. Not at all like the stories."
"But he's real?"
"I already said yes. But this well links our time with feudal Japan. On the other side, they call it the Bone Eaters well. That's about all I know."
"Bone Eater's huh? Sounds reasonable enough. But why? Why do you have to go there?"
"Inu Yasha and I collect the shards of the Shikon no Tama. It broke."
"Really?" Neyoko asked. She wasn't paying much attention; she was thinking, eyes averted to the ground. "When you go, can I come?"
"W...why?" Kagome asked stalling. "Wont your parents worry?"
"My caretaker will be happier if I'm not there. I want to put my strengths up against the yokai on that side."
"I don't think you can. Inu Yasha and I are the only ones who can go through that I know of. I think I can because I'm the reincarnation of Kikyo."
"It's worth a try, isn't it? You never know, there might be a connection an it could work."
"All right. Whatever. All you have to do is jump. If it doesn't work, go away."
Neyoko edged closer to the well. "Ok, I got it."
"Then on san. Ichi, ni, san!"
The two girls jumped together, both wondering weather or not the red head would make it to feudal Japan or not.
Ok, like I said at the beginning, I like using Japanese. To give you a hand, here are the terms I used:
Yokai (as I spell it)- demon/demons Gomen/Gomen asi- Sorry Ningen-human Odasay(Don't know how to spell it)-Shut up Baka-stupid, idiot, stuff like that Neko-cat Ichi-one Ni-two San-three
If there's more, review and ask, I'll try to get it in soon.
So this is the first chapter, the second is going to be on its way soon. Check back soon!
Chapter 1: Sensing and Smelling
The girl's emerald eyes opened quickly as she was jarred from slumber. She sat up, then walked over to the window of her fairly small room. Neyoko looked out to the night sky, brushing a trail of flaming red hair that the wind played at out of her face. She braced her arm against the shelf and propped her three-scratch marked right cheek against it. Since she was extremely in tune to the supernatural, Neyoko could tell something was happening.
There had been a huge surge of unchecked demonic energy a few seconds ago somewhere in the city; the force woke her up instantly. The wind brought her a faint smell, one she knew from 13 years of training under the psychic Genkai; yokai's blood.
Curious-as usual- and bound by trade, Neyoko got dressed in the school's uniform, threw on a light jacket, and left the shrine, grabbing her schoolbag as she left. As she hopped down the stairs, she ignored the bizarre forest to the side that pulsed with an ominous aura. She knew that wasn't her destination. Then Neyoko walked through the city and began her search. She checked the most common spots for yokai appearances before the sun was up, and when the crowds started, she started heading for school. Neyoko decided she'd try the rest after school if nothing was weird.
At school, Neyoko spent the morning with language classes, both Japanese and English. Bored, she worked out a private map of the city and where she checked. That ended up being confiscated by the teacher. Then, she got to be outside for the worst class of all, P.E.
After P.E. was her favorite class, History. Neyoko turned in her report-one se had actually done and enjoyed- that was based on one of her favorite folk tales, Inu Yasha. Inu Yasha was a hanyou, both inu and ningen at the same time. He ended up falling in love with the Kikyo who kept the Shikon no tama, which Inu Yasha wanted for his own. Neyoko had loved the tale, for no other reason than that he had a good yokai half and didn't cause as much trouble as the real yokai.
The breaking of History gave way to lunch. Neyoko ended up having to kick her locker open just so she could put her books away. On her way to the cafeteria, she accidentally bumped into a raven-haired girl carrying books, which tumbled to the ground.
"Gomen, Gomen," Neyoko said as she tried helping pick the books up. The acrid smell of yokai residue reached her nose. Neyoko handed the books back, then moved to lean against the wall. Memories flashed through her brain, just little flashes, but Neyoko seemed to understand it just as it left, and forget it. Instincts awoke, telling her of a past as a yokai, stealing to live.
The instincts were enough to tell her it was true, that she could reject it or embrace it. At first she didn't want to believe, but she knew it was true and she'd have to live with it.
Neyoko decided she would ask her master about it later when the memories stopped. She didn't remember any of them, but the idea they represented was still fresh. What she had to do now was research.
Who was the girl who smelled like a yokai? Why did she? If she had any connection, was it good or bad, and how? And something that needed to be found out was what class she was in.
Neyoko let out a quiet agitated growl. She never put this much thought to anything at school, other than in history, but something un-avoidable had spurred her into it, almost scheming.
Neyoko hurried to the lunchroom. It was almost full, some of the kids still struggling in the halls. She sidled to a corner so she could have a good view of other people.
After a while, the raven-haired girl came in, where she was called over to a table by a girl who was waving frantically. Neyoko followed with her eyes, trying not to look too obvious. She didn't want to show up at the table, the questions she had would be quite disturbing to ordinary people, so she looked around to see if anyone else might give her a little information. There was a guy who looked like he liked the girl Neyoko was watching, so she decided to try talking to him.
Neyoko pushed her way through the crowd and snuck up behind the guy. She made him jump when she asked, "Who is she?"
"Who...who is who?" he stuttered, trying to calm his nerves.
"That girl over there. Who is she?"
"Are you talking about Kagome?"
"Now I wouldn't be asking if I knew. I usually don't pay much attention to the upper classmen, but I'm making an exception. She's over there, in the middle of the group." Neyoko nodded her head in the direction the girl was.
"I was right. She's Higurashi Kagome."
"How does she do in class?"
"She's usually sick, so she doesn't come often. But when she does, I think she does really good."
"Not in the same class, are you?" Neyoko said with a little scorn. She had discovered what she needed. "Thanks." Neyoko walked off without giving the guy time for another word.
Neyoko went back to the corner. That was relatively easy, she thought. Now all I have to do is wait until school is out then tail her to her house. The yokai can wait unless...Neyoko became excited at the thought. Unless, this Kagome was linked to the energy surge.
She sat through math and science classes without blowing anything up, before school was out. She hurried through the school and stopped to wait casually by the front gate.
Neyoko smelled the yokai blood before she saw Kagome. The smell was fainter than it had been before, the ningen smell could be affecting it. Then, Neyoko saw her. She was walking in between the group of girls that she had been hanging around with at the lunch break. Neyoko waited until the group left school grounds before following them.
Kagome split off from the other three girls and Neyoko followed. There were so many excuses she could use that she didn't bother trying to avoid a meeting. Neyoko followed Kagome until she turned and began walking up the stairs that lead to the Higurashi shrine.
Neyoko stopped at the bottom for a few seconds before beginning to sneak up the stairs. Now was the time for secrecy. As she walked, Neyoko flicked through the mental catalogue she kept as to the spiritual happenings. At that shrine, there had been a few false alarms. The grandfather was crazy or something and always came up with fake articles that were supposed to be one of a kind. Neyoko recalled stopping once and leaving shortly, disappointed.
Neyoko heard the door open as Kagome went inside before she slunk around the property a little. From her senses, there wasn't any yokai around, but the smell was coming clearly from a small building. Neyoko made sure no one was in the place before opening the door.
The place was dark, save the light slanting in from the open door. The light touched the base of a well that was apparently emitting the scent Neyoko had followed.
Neyoko crept forward to examine the well. There was nothing inside, but it still smelled horrible. It was almost as if, centuries ago, the only thing drawn from it was the blood of yokai.
Neyoko looked at it curiously and was about to jump in, but something moved behind her. Neyoko turned and a neko began meowing. The girl sighed with relief it wasn't a person, but the neko might attract attention.
"Odasay baka neko," Neyoko whispered.
However, the neko kept meowing, causing the red head to retreat. She jumped over the neko and ran down the stairs. Neyoko stopped at the end of the street. She felt great. She now knew what had caused the surge, now all she had to do was talk to Genkai.
Neyoko slipped into the Kasane shrine. An old woman sat in front of a large statue drinking tea.
"Master Genkai?" Neyoko asked tentatively. She remained close by the door.
"What is it this time, Neyoko?" the old woman asked.
Neyoko cringed a little from the harshness in which the words had been said. "There was a strong surge of yoki last night. I figure you might know about it. Well, I went to see what it was before school. I didn't see anything this morning, but I ran into this girl. I know she had contact with yokai, so I followed her to the Higurashi shrine. There was a well that reeked of yokai. What do you think would be a reasonable course of action?"
"Do whatever you want. I don't care."
"And another thing. I was a yokai once, wasn't I?" Neyoko asked it strait out, the only way she knew she could get an answer.
"What made you say something like that?"
"When I bumped into that girl, the force of the smell triggered memories, memories I never thought I knew, like a different life. My instincts told me that was me. I don't really get it."
"Well, you'll find out anyway. Yes you were a yokai. A neko thief if I recall correctly. Did a fine job of getting on the other yokai's nerves. When they did catch you, they thought that it would be a better punishment if you became a ningen. More of a torture, they said. Then, those creeps sent you to the Ningenkai, where I found you. You know the rest."
Neyoko nodded, her eyes directed to the wood flooring. Despite knowing it was true, it went against everything she knew.
Genkai stood up, walking behind Neyoko. She stood up to Neyoko's waist, right behind her. "You knew it was true, now the most you can do is work with it."
Genkai slipped her foot in front of Neyoko's shin and jerked. Neyoko fell as Genkai walked out of the door.
"Dammit that really hurt," Neyoko muttered. "Of course I probably deserved that."
Neyoko spent the rest of the week trailing Kagome after school. She wasn't acknowledged the whole time. After school Friday, she went home changed into her leisure out fit, and she stayed at the well over night. She slept sitting against the wall of the building wrapped in a woven blanket with frayed edges.
The whole day of Saturday Neyoko spent at the well. Then that night, Kagome came in.
"Inu Yasha better be happy. I still have tests, but they aren't grade threatening," the raven-haired girl muttered.
"Inu...Yasha?" Neyoko asked aloud, curiosity getting in the way of her common sense.
Kagome stiffened at the sound of an unknown voice.
"Oh. I'm really sorry. I'm Neyoko. You may remember me from school, I ran into you the other day," Neyoko stepped into the slanting moonlight, emerald eyes glinting.
"I remember you now. You apologized enough then, so why are you here."
Neyoko hesitated, and then decided on the truth. "Sorry about that too. I sensed a major surge of demonic energy and followed it here. Can you explain it to me?"
"Th...there's nothing to explain. It was probably just your imagination."
"Oh, nice cover. I am an expert at the happenings of yokai, so you can't pull that on me. And I'm pretty sure you are liked to the well some how."
"How much do you know?"
"A bit. I can track any yokai, then kill it. Stuff like that. But I want to know about the well. Is there really an Inu Yasha?"
"Unfortunately, yes, I know him. He's selfish, rude, imprudent, and a two-timer. Not at all like the stories."
"But he's real?"
"I already said yes. But this well links our time with feudal Japan. On the other side, they call it the Bone Eaters well. That's about all I know."
"Bone Eater's huh? Sounds reasonable enough. But why? Why do you have to go there?"
"Inu Yasha and I collect the shards of the Shikon no Tama. It broke."
"Really?" Neyoko asked. She wasn't paying much attention; she was thinking, eyes averted to the ground. "When you go, can I come?"
"W...why?" Kagome asked stalling. "Wont your parents worry?"
"My caretaker will be happier if I'm not there. I want to put my strengths up against the yokai on that side."
"I don't think you can. Inu Yasha and I are the only ones who can go through that I know of. I think I can because I'm the reincarnation of Kikyo."
"It's worth a try, isn't it? You never know, there might be a connection an it could work."
"All right. Whatever. All you have to do is jump. If it doesn't work, go away."
Neyoko edged closer to the well. "Ok, I got it."
"Then on san. Ichi, ni, san!"
The two girls jumped together, both wondering weather or not the red head would make it to feudal Japan or not.
Ok, like I said at the beginning, I like using Japanese. To give you a hand, here are the terms I used:
Yokai (as I spell it)- demon/demons Gomen/Gomen asi- Sorry Ningen-human Odasay(Don't know how to spell it)-Shut up Baka-stupid, idiot, stuff like that Neko-cat Ichi-one Ni-two San-three
If there's more, review and ask, I'll try to get it in soon.
So this is the first chapter, the second is going to be on its way soon. Check back soon!