Kagome brushed her teeth with raw boredom. Nothing exciting ever happened to her anymore. She wished that she could move somewhere new, somewhere exciting, somewhere...not her mother's home. But no, that wouldn't fit too well. If only she could convince her mom that she was ready for the outside world, then maybe things would be better. But she was a seventeen year old drop-out without a care in the world now. Her merriness had vanished the day Naraku was defeated, along with Shippo.

Of course the little kitsune had no chance against the perilous, repulsive hanyou. She had split the completed Shikon perfectly in half, knowing that wishing for Shippo's revival would cause him to act like Kikyo when she was reanimated, and gave them to two seperate people.

Involuntarily, Kagome gave the first half to Sango, knowing she would guard it well. The second half was given to Kikyo with much thought put into the process. Kagome trusted Kikyo now, Kikyo had trusted Kagome as well. They had settled their differences long before and agreed that it was proper that Kagome had her full soul. When the fragment had returned to Kagome's body, she felt gloom and despair. Along with hurt, rage, helplessness, and betrayel. These emotions were relatively new to Kagome, all circumstances considered.

The only negative feeling she ever had was that of jealousy when InuYasha met up with Kikyo, or how desperately he searched for her. Shaking her head, she tried to rid herself of the old memories. "Hey Mom?" She called out. Kagome had some serious business to take care of with her mother and thought it better to start with it now just an hour before she went to bed. "Yes dear? What's wrong?"

Kagome spit, rinsed her mouth, and set down her toothbrush to face her mother with confidence and little pride. "I want to move out." She said happily. Her mom's jaw dropped to the carpet. "K-Kagome, I'm not sure that's the best idea." Kagome raised her arms half way as if to shrug. "Why not Mom? Is it just because I'm a drop-out? I had no time to study because of InuYasha, no time to do homework, call friends, or even go to school itself. He still drops in and wants to make sure I'm not pushing myself too hard." She put down her arms so they were hanging by her sides nonchalantly.

"And that's why I want to move into Eri's old apartment. I want to get away from InuYasha and anything that reminds me of the Fuedal Era. It is what's best for me."

Rai, her mom, smiled. Her daughter was growing up wheather she liked it or not. Afterall, her eighteenth birthday was just around the corner. So she spoke her mind.

"Kagome," She started. Kagome looked at her with unsure eyes. "I'm going to miss you." Kagome squeeled and hugged Rai.

"Thank you so much Mom! You won't regret it, I promise." With that Kagome went in her room and started packing the things she would need least.

A week Later...

Kagome came through the door and put her box full of knick knacks on the coffee table Eri let her keep. "This is going to be sweet." She took the hair tie on her wrist to put her hair in a messy bun showing off her earrings. On the left was a silver spike, on the right was something similar to a gage but a regular earring that had a black, gothic cross dangling from it.

She took off her white hoodie that was decorated with motorcycles, drumsets, blood pentagrams, and random people. Kagome stretched in her brand new Five Finger Death Punch tank top and flopped herself on the couch her mom had gotten her and closed her eyes for a brief nap. Little did she know that while she rested she was being watched by the most curious man.

He had a black long sleeved shirt on, black hair, baggy blue jeans, bare feet, and crimson red eyes. His eyes were fixed on her like a hawk stalks its prey. Strange. Her numbers are particularly high. I've never seen someone with such a long life span before. He thought. With extreme stealth, he crept in through the unlocked window and made his was to her bedroom for better observation of her living styles. His breath was taken away. Not at all what I expected.

Along with the numerous amount of band posters including Bullet For My Valentine, Bring Me The Horizon, The Birthday Massacre, and more, were multiple drawings of a gothic L. Along with the L's hung every which way, were signs of the word Kira with a red circle and dash through it. Also Kira with a sword through it, Kira on the cross, and Kira brutally mutilated. "I wonder whose side she's on." He told himself sarcastically.

And then there were the artistically drawn L's with angel wings, halos, in shining light, and finally the last version. There was the gothic L with a pink outline drawn in a maroon heart that had silver outlinings. "I see she's a full out L supporter. Strange, most of the teenagers her age are agreeing with Kira." His fists clenched. Kira was a threat to him. Kira had to die, or he would and never be able to beat L against their battle of wits. Then his ears picked up the silent sound of her moans in her sleep and inwardly chuckled.

She's cute. I wonder what she's really like. Surely not this gothic mess, unless something led her to this state. Before he could hypothisize about her personality, he was greeted with footsteps slowly and lazily making their way to his current position. Not panicking, he slid beneath her queen sized bed and waited with an eagerness he could not even decribe. He saw her bare feet and the bottoms of her baggy black sweats. With a yawn, she spoke to herself. "This could take a while." He saw her put down two paint buckets and climbed up on her bed only to pick one of the buckets up. Not helping but to notice, he saw that the abandoned container held a piercing crimson red, only all too similar to his own eyes.

The percentages that the other can has black paint are over fifty. What is she going to do with paint on her bed? It took about fourty-five cruel minutes of unpredictability over her actions for her to put the paint back on the floor. As she was going to get the red can, the phone rang loudly. "Ugh, damnit." She ran to get the phone in the kitchen, giving him the perfect chance to see her creation. He looked up at the ceiling and smirked, almost hurt. Well that figures. There lie an immense gothic L about four feet long. There's no doubt she's going to outline the thing in red.

Hearing her approach again, he ducked his head back under the bed. "No Eri, everything's perfect. I'm already redecorating." She paused to put a hand on her hip. "Oh really? And who told you that this guy's around here in Japan?" Pause. "Yuka? I should've known better." Kagome giggled for a second. "Eri, he's not here! He's all the way back in America, in Los Angeles California, in a prison. He's not gonna hunt me down and he's not going to kill me." He saw with an amused stare as she stomped her left foot arrogantly.

"NO! He's not gonna rape me either ok?" She sighed in an attempt to calm herself down. "Look, Eri, I know you're worried but honestly my mother wasn't concerned in the least bit of ways. The only thing she's worried about is what to use my old room for. I gotta go and finish up my tribute to L." She said in a funny manner. "Love you." Kagome hung up and jumped on the bed in a fashion he wasn't expecting. She lifted her legs, knees to her chest, and landed silently on the matress. Catwoman's on the premisis. Rape huh? Sounds like fun.

Her hands gentley grabbed the bucket and returned to her masterpiece in motion. This part only took about ten minutes as it was only an outline, much to his pleasure.

Lingering on the floor now, she wondered to herself out loud. "I wonder how well I could paint a gothic B. But there's no one to support that begins with B. Except for the support of Bon Jovi's retirement." (sorry 2 all Bon Jovi fans but it had to be done)

Laughing, she didn't notice as the stranger rolled out of the bed and soundlessly crawled out of the room. He caught sight of a picture with a group off odd beings.

They were all lined up in a row. The first to the left was a man who seemed like an ancient monk with purple and black robes with a golden staff. Next to him was a woman in a skin tight black suit with pink armor. After her stood the strangest of the bunch. A man looking to be no more then nineteen wore a red outfit, a sword at his hip ready for use, curious amber eyes, a smile that bore his pointed white fangs, long silver hair that reached the small of his back, and lastly the dog ears. On his shoulder was a little boy with red hair tied in a loose pony tail with a blue ribbon wearing a fur vest, blue shirt, and gray pants.

The oddity of this boy was the poofy monsterousity that one could only assume was a tail, and his feet. Are those...fox feet? How is that possible? Who are these people and where do they come from? He heard her breathing evenly in her bedroom, signaling him she was napping again. He got up, slouching slightly to imitate the one he worshipped as if he were the living God. His hands were placed lazily in the pockets of his jeans and he walced into the kitchen to see if she happened to have any strawberry jam. He was going to be staying here for a while until he thought it proper to carry out his plans for the girl.