Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha but if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't be borrowing my mom's computer!
Kagome woke up confused at first. Wasn't I just with Inuyasha? She wondered. I could've sworn I jumped into the well to be with him. Still unsure, she walked downstairs to see her family having breakfast. "Good morning dear," her mother greeted. For a moment it was all she could so to stand there. "Something wrong?" She asked. The priestess shook her head and sat down at the table.
"I'm not sure," Kagome admitted, "I could've sworn I was in the feudal era with Inuyasha."
"I thought you said the well was closed," Souta commented.
The high school graduate sat there as memories rushed back to her, "I must have dreamed it then." Tears burst from her eyes and she started crying, "I just want to see them all again!" She sobbed.
After calming down and cleaning up, Kagome decided to go for a walk in the hope that it would help her decide what she would do now. I dreamed going back but I have to focus on the future. What am I going to do with myself? The priestess continued to walk with no real destination when a man ran from behind her and pulled her purse as he passed her by. Kagome frowned and gave chase to the thief. It didn't take long for her to catch him and get her purse back. That's it! I'll become a police officer! The priestess returned home, happier than when she had left it. "You look happy," her grandfather commented when she walked in.
"I know what I'm going to do!" She jumped up in her excitement.
"Oh?" Her mother asked, "and what are you going to do?"
The teenager looked over at her mother and the dish she had been drying, "I'm going to become a police officer!"
Souta, who hadn't once looked away from the TV, now stared at his older sister like she was insane, "why?"
"I may not be able to go back to feudal era anymore but this world still needs saving, "Kagome answered. Her voice filled with pride. Souta shrugged and his attention returned to the idiot box in front of him.
"Not much of a surprise," her grandfather mumbled and went back to examining the "antique" in his hands.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Kagome demanded, hands on her hips.
"Nothing really; you told us lots of stories of how you saved humans from demons. It's not a surprise you would pick a profession that allows you to continue saving lives," her grandfather shrugged and began polishing the item in his hand.
"Am I really that predictable?" She asked.
"I think becoming a police officer is a wonderful idea," her mother answered, purposefully avoiding her daughter's question.
"Thanks mama," Kagome hugged her mother and headed up to her room to find out what she would need to achieve her goal. She paused at the stop of the stairs, "she didn't answer my question."
Kagome sped towards the convenience store that had its silent alarm activated. Someone was robbing some kid working for minimum wage over the small amount of money in the register. I used to fight demons she sighed. Her partner saw the sigh but figured it was because they had to respond to this at all.
Some crack head desperate for his fix he mentally grumbled. Why did we have to be the ones closest? Both expected the perpetrator to be long gone and them to be stuck trying to get a description from a distraught teenager. What they got was the burglar flat on his stomach with another man sitting on top of him to keep him in place while he finished the sandwich he had purchased from the clerk that still stoop behind the counter with the man's money in hand. The thief lay on the ground squirming under the weight; trying desperately to free himself. The man on top of him shifted slightly before ordering the would-be thief to stop moving. "Get this nut case off of me, man," the crack head begged and started squirming again. The man on top of him pushed his head into the tiled floor.
"You were ordered to stop moving," the man reminded and finished his sandwich. Kagome and her partner, Jack, could only stare for a moment at the odd scene before them.
Jack walked over and pointed his gun at the addict on the floor, "all right, buddy, get off of him; nice and slow." Kagome had her gun ready just in case this went south. That man looks familiar she thought and studied his face for clues as to how she could possibly know him. The man stood easily over six feet tall. He had ramrod straight black hair that reached hit shoulders, pale skin that almost seemed translucent, light brown eyes that could be categorized as amber, a white t-shirt barely visible underneath a red jacket, boot cut blue jeans, a pair of white nikes, and, oddly, a pair of black gloves that, while classy and expensive, didn't quite look like they fit his hands. The hand handed his empty sandwich wrapper to the clerk to throw away but the wrapper remained in his hand while the other still held the money for said sandwich. Wouldn't be surprised if he put the wrapper in the drawer and threw the money away Kagome mused. Another police car chose this time to come onto the scene. The thief was loaded into the backseat while Kagome tried to get a statement from the clerk while her partner attempted to get one from the man.
"The guy pointed a gun at me and ordered all the money in the till," the clerk started, "I told him the till wouldn't open without a sale when the other guy showed up wanting to pay for his sandwich. The robber took the sandwich from his hand and ordered me to scan it. The other dude got mad and grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him to face him. 'It's rude to take items that do not belong to you.' He sounded like he was lecturing a child! The other guy went to punch him but he just grabbed his fist and slammed his face into the counter! He then pulled the sandwich from the dude's hand and gave it to me. The whole tome holding the guy at bay with one hand like it wasn't evening happening! I rang his purchase in and he gave me the money and knocked the guy to the floor and sat on him and started eating the sandwich!" Kagome wrote down the story exactly as the boy told it. "Anything else? Or can I go home?" The clerk asked.
"Just your name and you can go," the officer instructed. The clerk gave his name and ran out the door. She looked over at her partner who was having a hell of a time getting the man to talk. Sighing, she walked over to see if she could get sir-chats-a-lot to at least give them his name. The man towered over them with his arms folded across his chest with an extremely irritated expression. "Look, you can't leave until we get your name and a statement," Kagome lectured but the man remained silent. She was quickly becoming irritated herself. He reminds me of Sesshoumaru. For a moment she could've sworn she felt a demonic aura come off of him but it was gone so fast she couldn't be sure. The man rose an eyebrow at her sudden change of expression.
"My name is Maru Takashiro," he suddenly replied, "I came here on my break to get a snack." Both officers were surprised he suddenly started talking. Kagome eventually got his side of the story out of him.
"Where do you work?" Kagome asked, pen in hand.
"I don't," Maru replied, "I am an author."
"You just said you were on a break," Kagome reminded.
"A break from my writing," he replied, "now, if that's all..."
The officer sighed and nodded, "yeah, you can go."
Maru nodded his head slightly and turned to leave, "you should be more polite, priestess." Kagome stopped and whirled around but he was already gone.
"Well, I can safely say that this is the weirdest robbery I've ever been called to," Jack commented and ran a hand through his short blond hair, "what about you?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah. This was definitely a weird one," Kagome agreed, snapping from her thoughts. How did he know 500 years ago I was a priestess? Jack decided not to comment in his partner's lack of attention and both headed back to the station. The rest of the day was uneventful and Kagome spent it wonder about Maru Takashiro. When she got home, she immediately researched buildings in the area of the convenience store; the only building within walking distance without any sort of vending machine was the old museum. Grabbing her jacket, the officer was on her way. "I'm wondering if a man with shoulder length black hair, gloves, and unusually tall came here today," Kagome asked the teenager behind the information desk, holding out her badge for the girl to see.
The girl studied the badge for a moment and snapped the gum in her mouth, "yeah, he comes here at least once a week. He comes around 2pm on either Monday or Wednesday like clockwork. Dunno why, this place is a dump." She gestured around her at the building in desperate need of repair; wallpaper had begun to peel, a broken window had been boarded up but not replaced, the wooden floorboards creaked terribly, and not a lot of exhibits were shown anymore because of the poor state of the showcases. Over a year ago the government had cut the museum's funding to a fraction of what it had been and the museum was forced to rely on the donations of visitors; judging by the building's state, the people of Tokyo weren't that generous. The girl snapped her gum again and blew a bubble while she stared at Kagome, waiting for inevitable question.
"What exhibits does he visit?" The former priestess asked.
The girl snorted, "the only one still around." She gestured to the showcase nearby that held a usually large boomerang, an old staff, and a scythe on a chain. "He sits in front of it in a lawn chair and starts writing in a notebook he carries. Leaves around 4pm to go get a snack and then comes back and continues to write until closing." The sound of gum snapping made Kagome look back at the information girl, "didn't come back today though. Heard there was a robbery or something at the store 'round the corner. Guess he got caught up in it."
"I'm not at liberty to disclose who was involved in what," Kagome commented, "thank you for your help." She walked towards the exhibit and read the little information plaque.
Said to be the remnants of an ancient war. Stories say that it was a war between humans and demon but researchers are sceptical. No other evidence of said war has been discovered.
The former priestess stared at the plaque and the items behind the glass. What happened after I left? She wondered and left the building, dropping a twenty into the donation box on the way out.
Sesshoumaru glared at the silver roots starting to peek through on his scalp. Grabbing the box of black hair dye, he headed to the bathroom to dye his silver roots black. I hate that I have to do this. I used to walk with pride, not bothering to disguise myself. He tossed the empty box aside and removed the little plastic gloves that came in the box; his claws had poked through the tips so now each claw was temporarily dyed black. "Why do I bother?" He grumbled, staring at his black claws. The dog demon sat down on his threadbare couch and read what he had written earlier before setting it aside. He pulled off the black ring on his right index finger and immediately brown eyes turned to gold and his markings returned. The former lord studied the miniature characters across the band; all are still intact. Why did my power get through? Setting the ring aside, he picked up his notebook again and continued to write. Sesshoumaru wrote a few more pages before another question came to mind. Why did I call that woman "priestess"? He leaned back in his couch and stared at the stained ceiling. Being at one point a demon lord, he could easily afford better than what he lived in but he simply chose not to. He had little use for luxurious and expensive items. So the gold simply remained hidden in various, undiscoverable hiding placed around Japan; waiting to be used. "I supposed things are about to get interesting."
Kagome woke up the next morning with the front of a book an inch from her face. Blinking, she pushed her head back to try and make out what the book was called when it was suddenly pulled away and replaced with the face of her best friend. "Good morning, Yumi," the officer yawned and sat up.
Yumi pulled her head back as her friend sat up, "I've found you a demon," she proclaimed proudly and held the book out again. Sometime after the well closed, Yumi figured out that Kagome's "boyfriend" was really a half demon from 500 years ago. Kagome still wasn't sure how she figured it out but wasn't entirely positive she wanted to know. She took the book from Yumi and examined it. It was fairly new, hell, if Kagome had to guess, she would say it was brand new. The letters across the top spelled out King Nothing with a blood covered crown sitting on a rotting throne. The priestess felt no demonic aura from the book and stared at her friend expectantly. "The demon isn't in the book, silly. The demon wrote the book," Yumi tapped the cover and pulled it open to the first page.
I am a demon
It was the first line of the book and again Kagome looked up. "Keep reading!" Yumi ordered.
I am a demon. However, I am not the kind of demon you are thinking of. I do not eat the flesh or souls of humans; I have, though, lived for almost a millennium and have more than one form. I may look human but really, I am anything but. You will not find me in myths despite the fact I was once a powerful lord. I ruled over hundreds of demons and humans. I now have a kingdom of nothing; a kingdom of corpses. I once had a name but I've had so many that I'm not sure which is real anymore. For now I am King Nothing. The king of people buried beneath hundreds of years; of names time had forgotten. I write this so that even after I have moved on with a new name, a new identity, some part of me will remain to be remembered long after I have forgotten.
Like all great tragedies, my end had a beginning. My fall began with the birth of my younger brother. For a long time I believed our father's death was because he was born a half demon. I believed my troubles worsened because he was a half demon. My troubles worsened because of my inability to recognize humans as the true threat they always have been. For now though, my mind is on that dark, blood filled night of my brother's birth.
Kagome stopped reading and just stared at the pages. Yumi looked at her friend and impatiently waited for a response. "Well? Did I find you a demon?" She finally asked.
"Yumi," she began, still staring at the pages, "you've found me a demon." Not just any demon either, you've found me Sesshoumaru.
Alright, I feel like I owe you all a better explanation than what I gave earlier. I am redoing King Nothing because I didn't like where it was going; and where it was going was nowhere. I have forgotten where I was taking the characters and decided that rather than leaving this story to sit in limbo for who knows how long, I would just redo it.
Remember, if you want something specific from the previous chapters in this one, please let me know. You don't need to worry either; the previous chapters will remain on my deviantart account.
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