Disclaimer: I don't own Inu Yasha or any of the IY characters. Kitsune however, is mine!

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Ok, this story is set in present time and in an alternate universe. Inu Yasha, Kagome, Sango, Miroku, etc. all attend the local school (which goes all the way up from elementary to high school). The school is the top fighting school in the nation and is attended by both human and demon.

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Inu Yasha stared amusedly at the demoness before him. She stood, her silver hair loose and blowing around her face, her crimson eyes narrowed and a glaive pointed directly at him.

"What, are you going to demand that I hand over all my lunch money?" he asked tauntingly.

"To hell with your lunch money, Inu Yasha!" the girl exclaimed.

Shock was etched into the features of everyone in the small group.

"How do you know my name?" Inu Yasha questioned softly.

She glared at him, "So then, you don't remember me?" She shook her head, "I didn't think you would."

Lowering her glaive, she turned fully towards him.

"We were best friends from the time I was born until your mother died. I lived with you because both my parents had been dead since just after I was born. Remember?" she asked, hopefully.

Inu Yasha's eyes grew wide, "Kitsune?"

She smirked, "So you do remember."

"Um, excuse me but, what's going on here?" Kagome asked, stepping forward.

The silver haired girl turned towards her and smiled, "Hello, you must be Kagome. My name is Ayashii Kitsune."

"How, um," Kagome looked extremely confused.

"Do I know who you are?" Kitsune laughed, "I've been keeping up to date on Inu Yasha's escapades for a good deal of time now."

Miroku spoke up from somewhere behind Kagome, "I couldn't help but notice that your battle stance is very similar to Sesshomaru's," the tall boy stated.

Kitsune nodded, "When I was younger, I challenged Sesshomaru-sama to fights, daily. He never once hurt me, I wouldn't let him close enough, but I studied and emulated parts of his fighting style."

Thunder rolled in the distance and raindrops began to fall.

"Um, guys, I'm thinking we should get inside, now," Kagome said hurriedly.

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"So, Kitsune, how did you get that scar on your neck?" Sango asked later that night.

Kitsune's fingers traced softly over the scar, "Sesshomaru gave this to me, before Inu Yasha left."

She sighed and shook her head.

"It was about three months before is mother was killed. The two of us were playing hide and seek, he was it. I looked everywhere for a hiding place, and I finally found one. Unfortunately, this was also Sesshomaru's favorite thinking spot. He was in a bad mood and decided that attacking me would blow off some steam. He only got me once before Inu Yasha showed up. He yelled at Sesshomaru and hit him with a stick. Sesshomaru left and Inu Yasha brought me to his mother who healed my neck. Sadly, it scarred."

Finishing, she tossed her hair back over her shoulder and stretched.

Kagome yawned, "I'm tired."

Kitsune stood, "Alright, I'll see you all at school tomorrow."

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Kitsune sighed softly as the breeze cooled her skin. She loved this apartment; the view from the balcony was wonderful. Suddenly her nose caught a familiar scent and her breath caught. She steadied her heartbeat and turned towards the intruder.

"Sesshomaru," she greeted softly.

He smiled softly, "Kitsune."

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

He shrugged, "I haven't seen you in a while." She heard him sniff the air.

"You smell like my idiot brother," he stated, obviously irritated.

"So what?" she asked flippantly, brushing past him to the kitchen.

She reached into the refrigerator and grabbed an apple.

"Hungry?" she called.

There was no answer which she took as a 'no.' She closed the door and walked quietly back to the living room. Sesshomaru was leaning against the far wall. Tossing the apple from one hand to the other, she studied him. His long silver hair was left loose and his golden eyes were closed. He wore a white silk button down shirt that showed a small part of what she knew to be a gorgeous chest. The shirt tucked into a pair of black pants. She absently wondered where his sword was, she'd never seen him anywhere without it.

His eyes opened and she gasped.

"Could you please stop tossing that thing and eat it already?" he asked, smirking at having caught her staring at him.

She shook herself and glared at him but took a bite anyway. She shivered at the way his eyes followed her mouth. Pulling the apple away, she licked her lips tentatively and sat down on the couch opposite the wall Sesshomaru leaned against. He watched her intently as she ate the apple, while she managed to avoid looking at him. Finally, she finished and stood, plopping the remains soundly in the garbage can and walking back to where the demon stood.

"Now," she began, "What is it that you want?"

In a blur of silver, Sesshomaru had her pinned against the wall.

"I thought you would have figured that out by now," he whispered roughly.

Kitsune fought to steady her heart, which was pounding furiously at his nearness. She knew he could hear it, knew he could sense what his presence did to her. That was why she'd left. She hadn't seen him since she was thirteen. Her demon instincts had a tendency to go crazy around him when they fought; she came too close to his sword a few times, so she left. Now, three years later, he was back. And he was close.

Her breath caught as he lowered his mouth to hers. He couldn't possibly be...no, Sesshomaru didn't...he wasn't. Her mind was fumbling to create a coherent thought. Finally, she gave up and lost herself in the kiss. His tongue slid over her lips before he pulled back. She knew her breathing was erratic, rough. She didn't care. She felt his eyes on her.

"That can't possibly," she began breathlessly, "be what you came for."

He ignored her statement and lowered his mouth to her neck. She gasped and clutched his shoulders as he bean to place open-mouthed kisses on her neck, occasionally nipping her softly.

"Sess," she whispered, trying to find her voice as her knees threatened to give out, "Sesshomaru."

He lifted his head and looked at her.

"We can't," she whispered, her whole body trembling.

He growled softly.

"I bet we can," he answered, grinding his hips against hers.

She bit her lip and shook her head, "No, we can't. Not right now. I have things to do."

The dog demon growled and stepped back.

"In that case, I better leave," he stated calmly.

Kitsune's eyes widened, "What!? Why?"

His eyes moved over her, "You're in heat. I'm a demon. I do have instincts."

Her cheeks heated and she glared at him.

"Fine then. Leave," she growled at his back.

Stiffening, he turned and pressed his lips to hers, coaxing them open and kissing her fiercely before pushing away and jumping from her balcony.