A/N: Old Name Child of Love. I posted this a year ago, but I never got around to writing the rest of it. I've had more time lately, and decided finally to finish it. (Read last A/N for more information.) Too bad my 200 and some reviews are gone T.T … On a last note: I'm not getting rid of Shippo, and this is an Inu/Kag fic! No exceptions! Aim: the beginning is pretty corny, please excuse that… -.-;;

Disclaimer: The idea is mine. I came up with it first. I wrote it first. Other then that, InuYasha is just my obsession.

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Deadly Reasons

Chapter One

Can I Play?

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InuYasha sat quietly on the porch, the wind brushing his long silver hair around his face, making him blink his golden eyes from the sun that shined across his claws and red haori. The children in the fields ahead were laughing noisily, making InuYasha's demonic ears twitch lightly. Though a hanyou, his senses were high, meeting the breeze before it passed. The hut creaked with the wind, the old wood structure almost rotten and mend. His father's last wish before he died. For his mother and Sesshomaru to live in this village…

His older brother, Sesshomaru, was full demon. Sesshomaru didn't seem to care much for his half brother and stepmother all to well. InuYasha's mother was human; she had long dark brown hair, and dark brown eyes. She always wore a large Kimono, royal to symbol not only was she heeding to her passed loves wishes, but wasn't poor.

InuYasha kept watching the children in amusement. Finally he got up and ran out to them, thinking maybe it was different. When he reached the group, one child dropped the ball and backed away. InuYasha cocked and eyebrow at the child but shrugged and smiled. "Can I play," he asked as his cheeks becoming rosy red.

One of the larger kids spoke, "No," he said, his voice cold and stiff, as if almost afraid of his actions.

InuYasha felt his hopes shatter, "Why," he asked, his voice low like he spoke out of reflex.

"My mommy and daddy said we couldn't play with the half-breed," the littlest one said, shrinking back when InuYasha turned to look at him.

There was that word again, half-breed, InuYasha remembered that name well. His ears dropped as he started to turn away, contemplating of what half-breed could actually mean.

"I'll play with you."

InuYasha turned swiftly to see as a small girl, his age, stepped out from the crowd of kids, smiling brightly at him as if the very thought interested her.

InuYasha watched as the girl walked closer with a ball in hand, "Do you know how to play toss?" she questioned, still grinning at him with large hazel eyes, so curious.

InuYasha nodded, his insides jumping with joy.

"You play with him and we'll never play with you again," the first boy who had spoken earlier said, pointing an accusing finger at the back of the girls head.

She turned and glared at him, "Than this should be worth it," she turned again, grabbing InuYasha's arm and pulled him off away from the crowd.

"BUT YOU'LL GET IN TROUBLE," another yelled after her.

"NO I WON'T" she yelled back, turning to a startled hanyou. She smiled sweetly, "Here," she tossed InuYasha the ball, and he caught it with ease. He looked down at the ball and back up to her. She rolled her eyes, "Throw it back to me… I thought you said you knew how to play," she said, motioning for him to throw it. InuYasha smiled and tossed her the ball. She grinned and tossed it back.

They laughed lightly as the ball jumped from one pair of hands to another, running across the field after it when it would slip out of their fingertips.

InuYasha smiled, "I'm InuYasha," he said calming down as he held tight onto the ball. He threw it back.

"I know," she said after she caught the ball, and smiled softly, tossing it back, "I'm Kagome…"

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8 years later.

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InuYasha sat quietly on the porch of the old cottage, his claws now fully grown like his fangs and truly himself. His knee was brought up to his chest, a resting spot for his arm as the wind danced away, lifting away the winter as spring settled quietly into the small village.

His thoughts were deep with worry and confusion, cutting off all his senses. Which made it easy for the monk behind the trees to sneak up on the hanyou without trouble.

"Hey InuYasha!" he said loudly from behind, placing a half-gloved hand on InuYasha's shoulder. He stood tall and straight, holding a gold staff that jingled in the wind next to his shoulder, his baggy dark blue and purple outfit shaggy along his body. His short black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and bobby around with his every movement.

"Miroku..." InuYasha growled, cracking his claws as he glared at the monk from the corner of his eye.

"Do not be so hasty InuYasha, I just come to see how you were holding," the boy, Miroku, said, removing his hand and lifting it up as if pressing it onto glass, the prayer beads wrapped around his palm slipping back lightly to show the scar and never-ending black tunnel.

To anyone, it would look like the normal markings of a priest. However, InuYasha knew better. Recognizing it instantly as the Kazanna, a Wind Tunnel cursed upon his family from the demon; Naraku.

Naraku roamed over the village, haunting it like the hex of a witch. The Shikon no Tama, a sacred jewel, was the cause of his presence. He waited for it, craved it, watched the lands just to see it. How drone, constantly appearing to rave of his plans for it and Kikyo.

Kikyo was the priestess who protected the village. She was also the keeper of the Shikon no Tama. And InuYasha's love.

"Fine," InuYasha muttered, cocking his head and lowering his hand to his lap.

Although Kikyo and InuYasha were in love, there was the essence of something missing.

"Very well then, what troubles you, InuYasha," Miroku asked, sensing his friend's edgy voice.

InuYasha looked to the ground, then back up to Miroku, "Kagome..." he muttered.

Miroku smiled slyly, bending over InuYasha's shoulder and pointing at the sky, his eyes narrowed on InuYasha's. "Ah, so this is new?"

InuYasha's narrowed his own eyes, "Her birthday is coming," he said and pulled his legs up on the porch, crossing them swiftly.

Miroku looked at InuYasha questionably, then smiled, "Ohh yes, lady Kagome turns fifteen!"

"She wants no gifts." InuYasha said, crossing his arms.

Miroku stood up straight and blinked, "Well... that is a problem," he said, putting a finger to his chin and looking up in thought.

"Keh," InuYasha spat ironically, "If she doesn't want anything, I won't get her nothing!"

"Now, now, InuYasha. Do not rush into thought. I'm sure this is just Kagome-sama's way of making sure we do not feel forced into getting her anything." Miroku concluded, nodding in agreement with himself.

"Kagome-chan is modest, it's her lifestyle," a woman said from the field, walking up to the two boys with a large bone boomerang trailing behind. She was dressed in a green and white kimono, her eyes shadowed with magenta, matching her dark brown pools almost perfectly. Her brown hair slipping down her back, a ribbon at her hips to keep from dancing in the wind.

Underneath the kimono she wore a black and pink suit, pressed tight against her body, with a leather bag against her hip that held everything like daggers, miasma, and poison.

"Ah, Sango! How wonderful for you to join us!" Miroku said happily, waving his arms back and smiling at the woman.

She narrowed her eyes at his head, in a 'You must be kidding me' sort of way, before looking back at InuYasha and stepping in front of his figure. "If you want to get on her good side, get her something special."

InuYasha looked up and glared at her, his eyes sarcastic and bored. "Keh," he threw his head back, "then why doesn't she just say so."

"She wants you to get her something that means more then just an obligation…" Miroku answered, inching closer to Sango's side.

InuYasha sighed and looked down into his lap, his bangs shading his eyes lightly.

"So what should I get her?"

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Kagome sat next to the river gazing at the moon in astonishment, she loved the moon, and it never seized to amaze her how wonderful it was. The moon made her feel calm, relaxed if you may. But then her thoughts would always travel to InuYasha and Kikyo.

It made her stomach twist; like someone had dug a knife into her chest, and was grinding away her soul from the inside out. Then she'd try and figure out why, but the cloud of confusion would have settled into her mind.

She sighed and placed her hands behind her head, sitting back and crossing her legs, the priestess outfit almost too baggy to lift across her knee. She was next in line to be village priestess, and protector of the jewel. There wouldn't be much to protect, if it wasn't for Naraku.

She didn't know if the Shikon had brought more bad then good… She had met her friends because of it.

The jewel had originated from Sango's village, so she was sent to bring it to Kikyo, who was known among the lands for purifying. She stayed to help keep the jewel safe, and to destroy Naraku, who now haunted this village.

Miroku had come to the village also in hopes to find Naraku, kill him, and free himself from a cursed Wind Tunnel on his hand, that would soon one day suck up not just anything around him, but him as well.

But Naraku had destroyed so many lives in search of the jewel. It seemed everyday a villager would spire to leave, for fear of Naraku. The village was thinning, and the hopes of keeping alive were slim.

It was furious. Kikyo had all the time in the world with InuYasha. It seemed Kikyo was moving in on everything Kagome used to enjoy. Now, after three straight years of training, Kikyo had taken everything.

And she couldn't do anything about it.

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Kagome yawned early the next morning as she shifted out of the blanket she had been laying under. The sun was just grazing the mountains with gold and red light when she looked out the window, making the land seem happy and at peace.

She pulled her baggy sleeves over her shirt, the folds creasing down until she tied it together at her stomach and waist. The only clothing she was aloud to wear, now that she was a miko.

Unlike Kikyo, Kagome let down her hair in an untamed fashion, letting the shaggy and reasonably thick hair trail down her back and reaching the tip of her spine. Kikyo kept her hair in a more easy to control manor, tying at her neck with lengths of brown hair seeping over her shoulder for just a second before being pushed back into her ribbon. Besides her and Kikyo's almost identical appearance, you could tell the two apart by the way they did their hair.

Kagome walked outside where the village was already busy doing chores. She walked along the gravel path, receiving bows and greeting from certain villagers.

"Lady Kagome, it is a pleasure to see you this morning!" a voice rang out from behind. She took it for another polite villager, and turned to smile and nods, only to come face to face with Miroku.

"Oh, Miroku!" She coughed, stepping back in surprise from the monk, her eyes wide and hands into front of her for any protection from his… perverted notions.

Not only was the monk cursed with a Death hand, but also with the lack of dignity and a perverted mind. It didn't help in any of his relationships…

"Come, follow, we will walk together." He explained, motioning Kagome to follow his down the road.

She hesitated, looking around for a sign of help, which did not come. She smiled politely and started to walk behind his tracks, sure to be out of reach.

"You are wiser today." Miroku said simply. He was never one to waste words. And no matter how hard he tried to sound proper, it never worked. But he did seem to care more about people then himself. Which, besides his knowledge, was the only plus Kagome could give him.

"Umh," Kagome replied, a half yes. The truth was, she hated the way the day was starting. She hadn't seen InuYasha yet, and it was after all, her birthday.

Usually, every year he'd wake her up and make her get out of bed. Last year, he took her to the lake and taught her how to catch fish in the stream, something she had wanted to know for a while.

It only made InuYasha furious, when he slipped on a rock and both of the two went flying into the water…

But this morning, there was no sign of his scowling, angry face. No stubborn and rude remarks. Just… silence. And Miroku…

"Ah, I think today will be a great day." Miroku added, glancing at Kagome from the corner of his eye.

She nodded, "It's a beautiful day. Not enough clouds to cover the sky, and light wind…"

"Mmm…" Miroku agreed, nodding and facing the road again. "It's peaceful to not worry…"

Kagome kept silent, bowing her head and watching her feet as she continued to walk behind Miroku. You'd think, today being her birthday, she'd be more excited. But it just held her from smiling, laughing. Fifteen. She'd only lived fifteen years. Why did it feel so much longer?

"Keh."

She snapped her head up, coming eye to eye with the amber and gold pools that poured into her own eyes like the sea. "Inu… Yasha…" she said softly, before smiled brightly and nodding a hello.

"Yeah, who else?" he snapped, leaning back from her face with a smug look.

"Ah, InuYasha. I was wondering when you'd show yourself." Miroku said from the side, receiving a side glare from the hanyou. He looked behind InuYasha to see Sango standing off to the side, looking away from Miroku as she smiled at Kagome.

"Happy Birthday, Kagome-chan," Sango said happily as she leaned in to the miko's face, the oversized boomerang shifting to the side on her back.

Kagome smiled back at her politely, "Arigoto, Sango-chan."

"Here," InuYasha said roughly, shoving a box wrapped in cloth, tied at the top, in her face and turning his back to her.

She took the brightly colored gift, blinking down at the bow in confusion. InuYasha crossed his arms, closing his eyes and looking up at the sky frowning deeply.

Kagome blushed, inertly smiling as she untied the cloth and looked upon the item that was placed there. She picked it up and looked deep into it's purple and pink glass.

It was like a mini version of the Shikon no Tama, held on a rope chain with knots every inch. Kagome's face dropped as she studied it. It was almost unshapely, and reasoned easily as a bought gift.

She blushed. It looked like it would take a while to make. So much frustration to tie the knots. She smiled and looked back up at InuYasha's long silver hair. "Domo, InuYasha!" she said happily as she turned her own back to him and struggled to tie it around her neck.

She smiled despite herself, clipping the two sides of the strings together and turning back to InuYasha, who was walking in the other direction slowly.

"Where are you going!" she called out, walking behind him.

There was something mystical about watching the wind pass. You could never really see it, but it felt so cool against your neck. Skilled hands brushing your skin. It consumed you so easily, eloping your essence like a glove.

And when you needed it, it was always there.

A/N: If that last scene wasn't corny enough… -.-;; the ugly part about writing a fic to InuYasha, is that when being IC, means everything comes out so cheesy. But the truth is, InuYasha in general can get pretty cheesy at times anyway… and then everyone thinks it's just the author… -.-;;

Well, that's the end of the chapter. What'd you think? Tell me in a REVIEW! Any comments on how to improve my writing is welcome… flames will be ignored and only used to roast my marshmallows…

This story line has originated from me. If you've seen it someplace else, that's merely because last year I decided to stop writing for a bit and gave up rights for someone to claim it. That didn't last, and as you can see, I'm writing it again. However, that's also the reason it says 'Published: 1/4/03' because I didn't feel like removing it in case of… well… this… o.0

And, please enjoy Sansaku Suru Yasumi at the bottom. Funny quotes translated from English into Japanese. XP.

Domo arigoto!

Ato de…

-Kinchi Ayami-

Burondo ne Baka -.-;;

::Sansaku Suru Yasumi::

Watashiwa ni niteiru kukkis.

Means: I like cookies