Author's Note: First of all, I just want to say I AM SO SORRY! To anyone who had the slightest interest in this story, waiting five months to update is freaking ridiculous and once again, I AM SO SORRY!

Second, I feel really cheap to have all of you wait forever for this, just for me to turn around and delete the story. I really am sorry. This is the remake of this story, strictly a Inuyasha and Kagome story. The first chapter was deleted because I decided to make a Miroku and Sango story as well, that will follow after this one in story line. Consider it a sequel. So Miroku and Sango can't meet yet, so Chapter One had to go Bye-Bye. I'm sorry I'm an ass.

Chapter Two is gonna be made directly after this. Check out my profile for information.

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Character Species:

While Demons died out long ago, their descendents continue to live amongst the Innocents…

Slayers: A race of warriors derived from Demons, they exist to guard the Innocents and destroy the evil that is the DheathLess. There are a total of six Slayers, and they all reside in the same mansion.

DheathLess: Led by Naraku, the DheathLess are a race that feed off the souls of the Innocents, needing it to live because of their own soullessness. Because of their pasty white skin, dark color hair, and blood red eyes, appearing in public is nonexistent, thus the tendency to lurk in the dark and snatch at their prey. When your soul has been removed by a DheathLess, you become one yourself. While the number of DheathLess changes, it is composed of five main DheathLess that are referred to as the Council.

Humans: They remain ignorant of the Slayers and the DheathLess, often labeling a DheathLess's victim as another missing person, since the body is either destroyed or already Turned before it can be found. It is the Slayers duty to protect them, and the DheathLess find them necessary to survive, by feeding off their bodies.

Note: This will make more sense later on.

Soul to the Slayer

Chapter One: Mates 'n Murder

The pulsing beat riveted through the club, the reverberations of it echoing through the building's brick exterior to the point of pure torture to the sensitive Slayer's ears. Inuyasha glared at the building for causing him pain, before he sighed and ran a clawed hand through his hair. Just another reason to hate patrol… He thought bitterly, wishing he could be doing something, anything, other than patrol. God he hated patrol. Hunched over the edge of a roof of the club, staring mindlessly at the dark alley for only god knows how long, the noise killing his ears and the smell from the alley making him curse his Inu blood were pure hell. Combined, this had put the already short tempered Hanyou into a mood that screamed killer, wishing desperately for the fucking DheathLess to come out of the damn building already. God, he could already picture the different ways he would kill the unfortunate bastard, making him pay severely for making him wait here like some damn obedient dog!

A light scratching noise disrupted his thoughts, causing his ear to flicker toward the sound until his head followed. He sighed in annoyance when he saw it was just Shippo scratching against the brick wall with his claw, probably carving his name into the side of the wall or something of that matter. Shippo looked up and met his fellow Slayer's eyes, before grinning from ear to ear. "Wanna play Hang Man?" He mouthed. Inuyasha just sweat dropped.

Turning his gaze to their other companion, Inuyasha couldn't believe the other Slayer was still in the exact same position he was in fifteen minutes ago, Sesshomaru poised lethally, and uncomfortably he might add, behind several low trashcans right next to the back door of the club, covering the left side with Shippo covering the right. How Sessh could do it was beyond him, though he figured the pole up his ass was doing all the work. He snickered at his own joke, only to receive a glare from said man.

Inuyasha turned his attention back to the door, half of him considering going into the club himself to flush out the damn DheathLess. They knew better to allow Miroku free range in an area where females were about, but unfortunately he was the only one with a human appearance available today, so he was the only one able to do the job. Inuyasha's sanity was resting in Miroku's hands, and more than likely Miroku's hands were resting on some girl's ass. God help him, he thought pitifully.

Not a second later the door to club opened, and Inuyasha tensed as waited to pounce, only to see a dark-haired girl exit the door, slowly inching her way as she struggled under the weight of her companion. Inuyasha's eyes widened when he saw it was their DheathLess. Damn it Miroku, this is just the thing we were trying to avoid. It wasn't hard to eliminate a DheathLess with humans nearby, but they needed him alive for interrogation, and kidnapping was a whole new level.

He glanced down at Sessh, hoping the Slayer had an idea on how they were going to this without traumatizing the girl staggering under the DheathLess's weight or injuring her. He knew they had to act soon, that they had to act now, before the girl got hurt. It sounded odd to him- the idea of him freaking out of some random girl got hurt after he'd seen so many that have. But the idea still made him cringe and without further thought he leaped down, landing silently behind duo. The DheathLess released his hands at the intrusion, but still said nothing, though Inuyasha probably wouldn't have noticed even if he did. Unable to help himself, he circled his hands around the eyes of the girl, feeling her stiffen and draw in a sharp breath. He chuckled.

"No reason to be scared Bitch." He purred, whispering it into ear and reveling in her stimulating scent. There was nothing that was as amazing as she smelled, an odd mix of vanilla with hints of jasmine and lavender. Inhaling deeply, he felt he could live forever and still not ever get enough of the intoxicating aroma, getting lost in her scent for the time being. DheathLess forgotten, even who this woman was simply slipped his mind, his entire being seemingly at peace.

It felt like time had stopped for the moment, but in reality only moments had ticked by, the DheathLess's raspy voice bringing him out of his daydream and making him release his hands from the girl with the amazing scent.

"Stay away, this does not involve you." It hissed out, tilting his head back to glare at said man. Inuyasha only keh'd. They always think we're gonna leave cause they so, dumb asses, he couldn't help but think.

Sesshomaru and Shippo had risen from their hiding spots by now, and by the glare he was getting from Sessh he knew he'd just ruined his plans. Hey, the girl wasn't dead and the DheathLess didn't get away, he couldn't see how things were screwed up.

The DheathLess quickly tensed when he saw the others rise, stepping away and closer to the shadows as he began to notice his disadvantage. Inuyasha took the chance and pulled the girl behind his back, ignoring her 'hey' of protest and then crossed his arms, watching the creature with disregard, not even worried about it. Three to one, and judging by the pink rimmed eyes on it, the thing was as good as gone. Not that Inuyasha had anything to deal with it. He'd been specifically ordered "not to touch, stab, or inflict any sort of wounds to the thing." Mainly he was only here because he didn't want Shippo or Sessh driving his car.

The DheathLess began to panic, quickly looking around as he thought of what to do, his movements quick and nervous, his whole body shaking. Inuyasha almost pitied him. The thing was young, probably only a week old and not even sure what the hell was happening. Probably suffering from intense energy lust, unsure of how to deal with it. Too bad it's gonna die, he thought dryly, not really caring either way.

He could feel the girl behind him glaring daggers at his back, though if anything he found it cute rather than intimidating. He would have chuckled if the DheathLess hadn't decided then would be a good time for a panicked attack, jumping past a startled Shippo (the rookie still unsure on what to do) before landing past Inuyasha and attempting to make a run for it. He groaned, knowing he was closer to it then Sessh and before it could take another step he tackled it to the ground, pinning it underneath him while one of his hands circled around its throat. He tightened his grip when it began to struggle. He waited for Shippo to bring him the flask, feeling the thing beginning to still and he took advantage of it to study the creature underneath it. He was right in his assumption of it being less than a week old, the eyes still showing their natural blue and only slightly rimmed by pink. His hair still remained a light blonde, though Inuyasha could see that it was beginning to darken already.

What unnerved him the most though was that the kid still looked human and his eyes still pleaded for life. Sometimes, he really hated his job.

The thing was beginning to gasp for breath now, strangled words coming out of his mouth though the Slayer was unable to catch any of the words said. The DheathLess than freed his arm and used it to grasp at the arm that held his throat, not clawing at it but instead clutching at it like a life line. Inuyasha was totally lost. The man's, no thing's he told himself, eyes were pleading with him for something, and he could only guess for a chance at life. It grasped his arm now, and gasped out more words, but this time he could hear the words "Save me…" uttered from his lips.

And Inuyasha nodded in understanding. He heard Shippo near him now, no doubt holding next to him a flask containing the sleeping drug but instead he reached to his side and pulled out a similar flask, ignoring Shippo's gasp as he poured the liquid down the DheathLess's throat. The thing drank it willingly. He heard Shippo seethe, asking him what the hell he's doing but he opted to ignore him, getting off of the suffering creature as it remained on the floor struggling against the floor. Giving it one last nod, he backed away and watched it's body turn to ash, though not before receiving one last quick smile from it as it died. The pile of ashes wasted no time in floating away with the slightest of breezes, leaving behind no traces that it was even there or existed.

*Inuyasha*

Kagome couldn't help the gasp that escaped her lips, her whole body still as she watched the man (could she even call him that?) float away right before her eyes. He was gone, wasn't he? The man… He was dead. Murdered right before her eyes. Though she wondered if it could be considered murder if your body suddenly turned into ash and then disappeared into the wind. Either way though, the thing was gone… and she was left alone in the alley with the people who did it.

"He wouldn't have been able to help us." She barely heard the words said, but apparently the other two didn't as the one armed man nodded and turned toward the red headed one, mumbling something that caused him to nod once. Wait, help them in what? What's going on here? Her head was even starting to hurt in all the confusion and not for the first time that night she desperately wished she knew what they heck was going on. Or even what they are. The man (the murdering one, she noted bitterly) then turned toward her and Kagome couldn't help but gasp at how handsome the man was. She had noticed he was muscular earlier on when she had been glaring at his back (all of which he totally had coming), but she was not expecting to see a chiseled face of the same golden tan as his back had been, piercing golden eyes staring at her as if into her soul. The same white hair she had seen framed his face nicely, a crop of uneven bangs bringing forth his entire look. She could even see the adorable dog ears she had been ogling, looking, at earlier, and she barely bit back a girlish scream when she saw them twitch and then swivel. I think I wanna… touch them. She felt her fingers twitch at the thought. Altogether, the man was easily the most handsome and exotic man Kagome had even seen. She had to remind herself that he was the bad guy and a murderer, and off limits.

He was nearing her now, now standing only a couple feet away from her, close enough that Kagome couldn't help but find the close proximity incredibly hot. He raised his hand and brushed some of her raven locks behind her ear. The blue eyed girl couldn't help but gaze for what seemed like forever in his eyes, his eyes giving her a look that seemed full of concern and a certain tenderness she couldn't place the origins of. "You okay?" Kagome could only nod in return, at loss for words.

A loud cough broke them up, and the girl broke away from him blushing heavily, mentally scolding herself for allowing him to even get that close to her. He was the bad guy. Bad Kagome, bad! Tell him to leave you the hell alone, then we'll go file a police report about the whole thing and continue on our merry way. That's it. She looked up at determined only her resolve cracking when he still had that soft look in his eyes, his gaze having never left hers. She felt herself melting.

"What the heck was that? What… what are you?" She asked breathlessly, only to receive a smirk in response and for him to pull away, turning and walking towards the entrance of the alley. He stopped momentarily to grab her fallen purse, one Kagome hadn't even realized she had brought out with her. Not even sparing her another glance, he continued to walk away with her purse in hand.

"Wait, what do you think you're doing?" She blurted out. He still had her purse, dammit!

"Driving you home. Get in." And he gestured to a car parked not even ten feet away from them, one she thought made even a Porsche look cheap. The exterior was painted of thirds, the outer two a midnight black with the middle one a deep blood red. She managed to catch Bugatti etched in a florid cursive print along the side. She may not have known much about cars, but she was positive this cost more money then she'd ever make. She looked up from admiring the car only to see him looking at her expectantly, still with that ever present smirk on his face, then tilt his head towards the car as if gesturing for her to get in. Kagome felt her temper coming back to her for him to automatically assume she would just jump into car with some stranger, finding herself desperately wanting to tell him no, tell him to go shove it and she wasn't some stupid girl who got into cars with stranger, that she didn't do things just because he was some extremely good looking guy. But he just looked at her with those deep, mesmerizing golden eyes and she found herself nodding dumbly towards him and getting into the car, all thoughts of hesitation leaving her instantly. It sounded stupid even to her, but, oddly enough, she felt safe with him. With one last glance toward the other two who seemed to content on ignoring her, she swiftly entered the car.

The ride to her home was silent, only her address being mumbled softly breaking the awkward silence. Neither of the two knew what to say, Kagome opting to look out the window instead. The sleek furnishings of the interior lighting up only for the briefest of moments as they passed under nighttime lights, Kagome's body remained turned to the window, glancing at the occasional flick of vision she would be able to catch as they zoomed along the desolate streets of LA. The guy, whose name she still was uncertain of, looked completely relaxed and unconcerned with her, or at least appeared so from her frequent glances out of the corner of her eye towards him. She felt hurt by the lack of attention towards herself, though she knew she was being stupid. Why does it matter what he thinks of me? She told her logically, before catching her thought process, and mentally sweat dropped. She had just seen some guy beg for death and be killed, right before her eyes by the same guy who's car she willingly entered, and she's worrying about if the murderer liked her or not. Oh god, I'm typical girl! And she groaned internally.

And let's not forget that these guys aren't normal! The guy next to her has silver hair, with dog ears (no matter how freakishly cute they were, they aren't normal, she told herself) and golden eyes, and the other guy had red eyes. And one of them had a tail. One was armless… They… aren't normal. This isn't normal… What's going on? What are they? She could feel tears collecting in her eyes at the frustration of it all.

It was all so confusing to Kagome, she was so lost and confused as the reality of it that she didn't even notice her not so quiet whimper, causing her companion's eyes to soften as he watched the girl silently suffer. His hand landed on hers before he could stop it, receiving a quick glance from the girl, her eyes wide yet no words escaped her lips.

"I think we're here." He said quickly, his voice a little bit rough from what Kagome could only guess was nervousness, and he quickly removed his hand from hers, coughing to break the silence. Kagome only nodded dumbly, her eyes rimmed with unfallen tears. She undid her seatbelt and turned towards him, mumbling a quiet 'thanks' before turning back to the door only to be stopped by his hand on her elbow, pulling her back closer to him. Her eyes widened once more, unsure of what to do. His other hand came up around her head and she could feel his fingers running through her hair, causing shivers to run down her spine. He pulled her head closer to his, closing his eyes hesitantly and for a moment she swore he was going to kiss her, and she couldn't help feeling excited about it. But instead he lowered his head down towards her neck, inhaling deeply and causing warm breathes to cascade across her skin. Her shivers only increased.

Kagome was unable to stop him, though she was unsure if she even wanted to, the haziness he was causing her fogging up her mind with unknown desires. He pulled up abruptly, cupping Kagome's cheek and causing the girl to release a shaky breath as his lips once again neared hers. So close that she could feel his lips ever so lightly on hers, she felt his lips whisper the words "Remember me…" before he pulled away, feeling them more so than hearing them. The blue eyed girl blinked a couple times, trying desperately to collect her thoughts (or any thoughts for that matter), before her mind registered his words and she nodded at him in confirmation. Stepping out of the car on wobbly legs, she watched the golden eyed man pull away from the curb and getting lost in the night. She felt tears coming to hers once more, this time beginning to fall as she clutched to reality, wishing this was all a dream … though secretly hoping that man was real.

*Inuyasha*

Miroku couldn't have been in a better mood, being successful in scoring several very attractive young ladies' numbers, all the while ensuring that they were kept out of harm's way by him keeping them constant company. Even the fact that he was going to get bitched at by the big bad Sesshomaru for not "locating and isolating" the DheathLess didn't tamper his spirits, though as he pushed open the back door he wasn't expecting to find Sesshomaru standing by the back brick wall, not even bothering to give the man a glance or even well deserved glare as he looked deep in thought. What was even weirder was that Sessh appeared to be DheathLess-less, and was also missing two of their fellow companions as well, he noticed, taking the note of the lack of one cocky hanyou and one fox-like teen.

"What'd I miss?" He called out, only for Sessh to raise an eyebrow towards him and receive a quick smack on the head from behind. Well, he found Shippo.

"Miroku, where the hell were you?" The kid tried his best to glare at the man, before his excitement won him over. "You totally missed it. Inuyasha went all deep and heroic on us, then left with some girl. I think he likes her. Oh, and the DheathLess died. It was too young to give us any info on it anyways, but still, kinda sucks that we didn't get the chance to interrogate it or something. Thing was practically suicidal, not that I blame it though. Anyways," the kid started, this time now looking at Miroku suggestively, "how many numbers ya get?"

"Why Shippo, you know that I honor women more than to act as if it was some contest for their affection and proclaim to my fellow peers my success. Why, I am hurt that you would even insinuate such a thing."

Shippo looked at him unimpressed. "That few?"

"Trust me," Miroku winked, "what they lacked in quantity they made up for in quality." Shippo looked excited now, and began to open his mouth but Miroku cut him off. "And no Shippo, I'm not giving you any of their numbers."

"C'mon, why not? We both know you're gonna get rejected by them as soon as you pull your 'bear my child' crap on them."

Miroku feigned hurt. "Why, I'll have you know they found it cute and one even happily agreed."

"Yeah, well try doing it when they're not drunk of their asses."

Miroku just frowned, unable to come up with a witty comeback and Shippo just smiled at his victory. Moments ticked by and Shippo was just about to ask Miroku if he wanted to play Hangman (since Inuyasha had so obviously didn't want to play) before Sesshomaru cut him off, uttering a stern "He's here" to the others.

The others heard him easily enough and moved toward the curb hopping into the sports car without hesitation, Sessh taking up front with Miroku and Shippo in the back. Shippo wasted no time pulling out his laptop, the tech savvy teen already checking any of the security tapes to see if they were seen and eliminating them if so. His fingers thrummed along the keys, providing the only noise in the all but silent car ride. Miroku noted that that his companions were unusually quiet.

"It was done, was it not?" Sesshomaru asked, though his head still remained turned to the window. Miroku rolled his eyes, not being able to help but think it was a stupid question to ask. Of course it was done. It was always done. It meaning wiping someone's memory, ensuring security for the Slayers and allowing the person to live a peaceful life ignorant of what happened. It being common sense. You remain forgotten, and your secret remains safe. As he already stated, it was common sense. So why was Sessh asking?

"Yeah…" Came Inuyasha's reply, though only Miroku seemed to catch his hesitation.

*Author's Note Time.*

Author's Note:Well, I tried. Extremely hard, I might add. Tell me what you think.

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