Author's note:

Behold! Yet another product of my twisted imagination! But really, I think that it has potential. I got the idea from watching Witch hunter Robin, and it will have the same basic plot with my own twist ^___^'

Anyway, I would really appreciate it if, after reading, you would review my story ^__^ How else will I know if you people like it?

I'm not going to take up any more space with my author's note, so get reading!

P.S. If this chapter is short, sorry. It's just the prologue ¬__¬'

Summary:

Kagome Higurashi is your normal, sixteen-year-old high school student. She has normal friends, a relatively normal family, goes to a normal school…overall, she leads a pretty normal life. That is, until the agency finds her to be an ideal demon slayer.

Swept into a world she never even knew existed, Kagome finds herself rooming with a mysterious woman with a dangerous past -not to mention, the agency's top slayer- Sango.

Being the rookie, Kagome is going to have to earn the respect of the other agents, but that shouldn't be too hard…right?

…Who really cares what they think anyway…

Disclaimer: Do you honestly think that I would be writing FANfiction if I owned any of these characters? I think not. Therefore, I will not waste this space by telling you that I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters that may appear in this story. I will also not tell you that I do not own the basic plot of Witch hunter Robin, and that all I own is my laptop, on which I am not telling you this.

Demon hunter Kagome

(I haven't decided on a title, so if you have any ideas…^__~)

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A young girl of sixteen raced swiftly and silently down a dimly lit corridor, the only light source being that of a soft blue glow emanating from an unseen place near the ceiling. She grasped a futuristic-looking gun in her hands, and held it poised at her side as she ran. Dressed entirely in black, her form stood out sharply against the white walls. She was short on breath, but she wasn't about to let that stop her.

Up ahead, the hall veered off to the right.

Upon reaching the corner, the girl paused to catch her breath. She leaned against the wall, her chest heaving. Massaging the sharp stitch in her side, she peered around the corner. No one was there…yet. She had already taken out three of them, now there was only one left…

After taking several deep breaths, she was about to step around the corner, when the sound of footsteps reached her ears. Her brown eyes narrowed.

'So, she's down here after all…' She listened as the footsteps proceeded cautiously down the hall. '…Good. That will save me the time of looking for her…' The girl raised her gun to rest beside her cheek. The footsteps were getting closer, and she felt her heart speed up. 'All right Kagome, it's you or her…' She took a deep breath. 'Ok...'

"Here we go!"

She dashed out into the approaching person's path, aiming her gun quickly and skillfully at the person's heart.

The girl in front of her shrieked in surprise at her sudden appearance and stumbled backward, dropping her gun. Kagome pulled the trigger.

The green light on the girl's vest turned red.

"I…I've been hit…" The girl said, dropping to her knees. She was about the same age as Kagome, and her hair was cropped off just above her shoulder. She wore a red headband. Kagome straightened, a triumphant smirk gracing her lips.

"You…you shot me…" The girl coughed, and fell forward.

"…" Kagome regarded the girl with a blank expression.
Her eye twitched.

"…Yuka?" She said, addressing the girl. "It's just laser-tag."

"…I know that." The girl sighed and rolled over onto her back. "But this is the third time that you've beaten me…and that's just this week! How do you do it…?"

"'Tis pure skill!" Kagome said, posing with her legs apart and her gun aimed straight ahead. "…And years of watching anime."

Kagome offered her friend a hand up, and the girl took it.

Yuka laughed, brushing off her clothing.

"But seriously, I'm lucky if I even get in one shot before you've 'killed' me."

"Oh, come on. That's not true!"

"Kagome, I know you keep track of it."

"…Ok…so maybe I don't get hit that much…but it's not just you. I've played with a group of at least ten people and I still won."

"Oh, that makes me feel so much better."

"Hey, think of it this way. If this were real life, with real guns, I'd have survived, and the bad guy would be dead!"

"Yeah…ten times over."

"Eh heh…yeah…" Kagome rubbed her neck nervously, and hurriedly changed the subject. "Hey, I'm hungry. How about you?"

"Mmm…kind of."

"What do you say we head back to the vesting room, then go meet up with the guys for McDonalds?"

"Sounds good."

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After about ten minutes of winding their way out of the maze of walls, ramps, rails, ladders, and all the other odd obstacles that made up the laser-tag playground, Kagome and Yuka spotted their three friends.

The three teens, two female, and one male, were pacing languidly outside the entrance, and occasionally peeping into store windows. The laser-tag building was accessible through the parking lot, as well as through the mall.

"Hey guys." Kagome greeted them.

"Gosh, it certainly took ya' long enough." One of them said, a girl with brown, shoulder length hair.

"Good job Higurashi." The boy said, shaking Kagome's hand, somehow knowing that she had won.

"Yeah, Yuka must've been practicing if she was able to avoid you that long." The third said with a smile, brushing a hand through her long, wavy, black hair.

"Eh heh...thanks guys…" Kagome smiled awkwardly, and wondered if the boy was going to let go of her hand anytime soon.

"Hey, we were wondering if you guys would like to grab a bite to eat." Yuka asked, effectively drawing his attention away from her friend.

"Thank you." Kagome mouthed at her.

"Don't mention it." Yuka mouthed back.

"So, where to? McDonalds?" The wavy haired girl asked.

"Just what we were thinking, Ayumi."

"Hey, I think there's one in the food court." The other girl suggested. "Sound good? That way we could still hang out here at the mall for awhile."

"Good idea, Eri" The boy said with a grin. He was all-too-happy to be spending time with Kagome.

"Eh, yeah…good idea…" Kagome agreed, wary of the grinning boy.

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The five friends sat at a table in the food court, McDonalds food wrappers littering the tabletop.

"Whew, I'm full." Kagome stated, leaning back in her chair. Her friends had finished their food as well, and the boy was rambling on about random things. The other three girls were watching Kagome closely for her reaction to him. Upon noticing their wary stares, Kagome 'harrumph'-ed and turned away.

'…Even my friends are afraid of me…I think that Hojo is just about the only one who actually believed that cock-and-bull story that that so-called 'policeman' told the school…Faulty gas-pipe my butt…He didn't even look like a policeman…Something weird happened that day…'

"Hey," Kagome said, breaking off her train of thought. "I think that I'll get going now, ok? Mom and gramps are expecting me home soon." Ok, so that last part wasn't exactly true, but she really didn't want to be around her friends if they were going to be acting as they were then.

"Oh? That's too bad…" The boy said, disappointment evident on his face.

"Yeah. I'll see you at school tomorrow Hojo. You too Eri, Ayumi, Yuka. I had fun." Kagome flashed a forced smile, and stood up. She quickly cleared her place, tossing the burger wrappers in the trash on her way out of the food court.

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"I can't believe them…" Kagome mumbled glumly to herself as she wandered aimlessly through the mall. She stuffed her hands into the pockets of her long, black, overcoat. "I thought that they, of all people, would have had more faith in me than that…"

People were starting to stare at her, but she didn't really care. The kids at school had done the same thing…

She shook her head.

"What's happening to me…?"

Kagome was so caught up in her thoughts, that she didn't notice the person that she was about to bump into.

"Oof!"

Kagome was thrown backward onto her bottom.

"Hey, watch where you're going!" A male voice barked rudely.

"I'm sorry, I--" Kagome broke off, and all she could do was stare. Towering over her was a boy of about eighteen, his waist-length silver hair hanging loose about his shoulders. He was dressed in black just as she was, and a black bandana covered his head. Piercing amber eyes glared at her accusingly.

"What are you looking at--" He broke off, and a look of recognition crossed his face, closely followed by a sneer. "So, you're still alive, are you?"

"I…don't know what you mean…" Kagome stared at him, confused.

"Don't play dumb with me, Kikyou." The boy grabbed Kagome's elbow, yanking her to her feet.

"Hey--!"

"Why were you talking to yourself, huh? Or maybe, that's an earpiece in your ear? On another hunt, I see. Who is it this time?"
"What are you talking about?" Kagome was starting to worry. His grip tightened on her and she winced.

"Don't give me that. Who is it? Me? Kouga? Or maybe it's just some low-level demon…?"

"Demon? What the-- Those things only exist in fairy-tales!"

"What…?" A confused look passed over his face.

"Look," Kagome said, ripping her arm away from him. She poked him in the chest. "I don't know who you think you think you are--!"

"Wait!" He cut her off. "What's your name wench?"

"Wench? Wench! You have some nerve-- Hey!"

The boy had grabbed her arm and leaned down, nose-to-nose with her, and Kagome felt a blush creep across her face. The boy sniffed a couple of times.

"You…you're not her…" He said incredulously. He released her hand as if he had been burned.
"What…--Well obviously! Look, I don't know this Kikyou person, but whoever she is, I'm not her!"

"But…" He looked her up and down. "I don't understand…you even dress like her…" He plucked at the collar of her coat.

"Excuse me!" Kagome batted his hand away. "What gives you the right to touch me so casually? I don't even know your name."

"…I-It's not important. I'm nobody. Forget everything I said." He started to walk away.

"Hey! Don't you think an apology is in order here?"

"…Yeah…Apology accepted."

"What…but I wasn't…!" Kagome grumbled as he kept walking. "What was that all about…? He said something about a hunt, and…demons?" She shook her head. She had enough problems of her own to deal with…

Kagome decided to forget the whole thing and not think about it any more.

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"Sir, we have just received some new information regarding a possible recruitment."

A tall man with long, white hair stood before a desk, facing the back of a black, high-backed, leather chair. He had a laptop carrying case strapped across his chest, and he clutched a cream-colored folder in his hands.

The nameplate on the desk read 'Naraku Arachna – Administrator'.

"…Go on…" A masculine voice belonging to the chair's occupant ordered.

"Yes sir. One Miss Kagome Higurashi. Age: Sixteen – attends Fukaimori high-school. Quite active in all school functions. A straight-A student –considered very bright by her teachers—"

"Sesshoumaru," Naraku drawled. "Get to the point. We are looking for skill, not intelligence."

"I was getting to that sir." Sesshoumaru replied, managing to keep his stoic mask in place. "We have been observing her for the past three months, and up until now, she has shown no extraordinary power—"

"Then why were you observing her?" Naraku cut in, his chair swiveling around. Naraku was a man in his late thirties, and had long, black, slightly wavy hair. "Using company funds to chase skirts? I thought better of you Sesshoumaru…" He added with a smirk. Sesshoumaru's eye twitched, but other than that, his face remained emotionless.

"Sir, I would like to think that I have proven myself to be above petty human emotions. Now, if you will stop interrupting, I will continue on with the highlights of this girl's file."

"Oh, please do." Naraku said, not sounding at all interested.

"As I was saying, until now, this girl has exhibited no extraordinary power, but as of 5:25 pm yesterday, Kagome exhibited something that we can only fathom to be…"

"…Yes?"

"…Miko power. No one has shown this type of power since…well, since the feudal era. One of the reasons we were monitoring her. One of her ancestors was a priestess, and very powerful one at that--"

"What about Kikyou? She has miko power, does she not?"

"Well, yes, but this girl is quite different."

"How so?"

"Well sir, it would be easier to show you. May I?" Sesshoumaru asked, gesturing towards Naraku's desk. At Naraku's wave, Sesshoumaru removed his laptop from the case at his side, and began setting it up.

"One of our agents shot this video during Kagome's archery club." He said as he worked. "It…shocked us, to say the least." Sesshoumaru plugged a cable into both computers, and typed in a brief command. Naraku watched with mild interest as a video screen popped up on his computer screen.

Several leaves poked out at the edges of the screen, making it appear as if the cameraman were hiding in the bushes. Seven teenagers stood in a line, three males, and four females. They each had a bow, and wore a padded glove on their left hand, save for two, who appeared to be left-handed, and so wore one on their right.

"The second closest is Kagome, sir." Sesshoumaru said, drawing a small circle with his mouse. A red circle appeared on Naraku's screen, surrounding the face of a young, raven-haired girl. Several seconds later, the circle disappeared.
"Why, that looks like Kikyou…"

Targets were lined up twenty feet away from the youths, and the instructor prattled on about proper safety. Several of the teenagers were starting to look bored, Kagome being one of them, although, it didn't appear to be because of the teacher. A boy of about her age and standing closest to the camera was talking animatedly, apparently not noticing that she wasn't listening.

Naraku snorted. Humans were so stupid…

"Alright everybody! Are you ready?" The instructor called out, and a general cry of 'yes' issued from the students.

"Ok then, take your marks."

The teenagers scrambled to get into a shooting stance, while the boy rambled on.

"Hojo!" The instructor addressed the boy. "We're shooting now. You and Higurashi can finish this little conversation later."

"Yes ma'am." He replied sheepishly.

"My, he is a bright one, isn't he…?" Naraku remarked sarcastically. "Look, this is all very amusing, but I personally don't give a damn about her personal life. If you have nothing further to show me—"

"One minute, sir. I just thought that you should see what brought it on."

The boy, Hojo, was still talking non-stop even as they drew back their bows. Kagome was starting to look extremely pissed off. She had her eyes closed, one on them twitching occasionally. She looked like she was just about ready to use the boy for her target instead.

The instructor was walking down the row of students, praising them, and occasionally giving them tips. The teacher was only two people away from her, when Kagome finally snapped.

"I can't take it any more!" Kagome fumed. "Hojo, I am trying to shoot here! I don't want to hear about what happened at lunch three weeks ago! I don't want to know what you did after your cat knocked over your milk glass! I don't want to know how embarrassed you were when you spilt your pants picking up a pencil!" –Hojo blushed at this, and the camera shook slightly, as if the cameraman were snickering- "I don't want to know how the dog really did eat your homework! I…don't…care!" Kagome let her arrow loose, not really meaning to, and it zipped toward the target.

Upon contact, a white light engulfed the target, followed by a loud explosion. After the light cleared, all that was left of the round, straw target were small splinters of the wooden platform on which it was perched, and a smoldering scorch-mark were it had once stood.
There was a sharp intake of breath from the cameraman. The camera faltered slightly, and the last thing that flashed across the screen before it went black, was the stunned face of Kagome, and the other teenagers staring at her, fear evident in their eyes.

Naraku's mouth hung open, and he quickly closed it at the smirk he was getting from Sesshoumaru.

"What happened after this?" He demanded, leaning forward in his chair. "To what ends did we go to keep this from getting to the media?"

"We sent an agent over as soon as we found out. He explained it away as a faulty gas-pipe under the school grounds. Those people are willing to believe anything, just so long as they can avoid anything out-of-the-ordinary. Although, the principal is a crafty one, and we had to hand over a large sum of money to keep him quiet. The students are suspicious to say the least, but, as far as we can see, they don't pose much of a threat. Apart from some nasty rumors going about, Kagome seems to be avoiding any unnecessary attentions."

Naraku relaxed back into his chair.

"Very well, then."

"If I may, sir, I would like to show you something."

"Yes?"

Sesshoumaru rewound the video to when Kagome had just loosed her arrow.

"Now, look here." Sesshoumaru paused the film, and zoomed in on the arrow. It was glowing white.

"Now, I am going to tune out the background noise," Sesshoumaru dictated as he tapped furiously at the keyboard. "And slow it down…"

His hand hit the 'return' key, and the video resumed, the arrow moving extremely slow. The chatter of the other students faded away to be replaced with a soft pulsing sound that seemed to come from the arrow itself.

"Do you hear that? That is the arrow's heartbeat. Momentarily, it took on a life on its own. It is amazing that such a young girl holds so much power…"

"Indeed…but…how much power is too much?"

Sesshoumaru started at this. If Naraku thought that the girl posed a possible threat, than she must have had something that he himself had failed to see…

"Do you really think that child could be a danger to us?"

"Never underestimate anyone, Sesshoumaru. You saw what she was able to do, and that was only when she was annoyed. Imagine her in a life-or-death situation."

Sesshoumaru shuddered un-characteristically.

"She would be unstoppable…" Naraku said, more to himself than anything. Sesshoumaru knew that face all-too-well. Naraku was planning something…

"…In fact, I think I have changed my mind…she might prove to be useful after all…"

"Sir, shall we continue surveillance, or should I initiate recruitment procedure? …That is, unless you would have me arrange a hunt—"

"No!" Naraku barked. "I don't want her harmed in any way. Just leave things to me. If you have nothing of further importance, then I think that we are through here."

"Yes sir."

"Very good. Leave her file with me, and you may leave."

Sesshoumaru placed the folder on Naraku's desk, and, with a small bow, left the office.

Naraku picked up the folder, a look of mild interest on his face. Paper-clipped to the front page was a photograph of the girl from the film. She was smiling, and sat with her hands clasped primly in her lap. It was obviously a school photo. Several other pictures accompanied it, though these were snapshots -no doubt taken by one of their many agents. One picture of Kagome and three other girls exiting a building, a sign with the words 'Fukaimori high-school' just visible behind them…one of Kagome walking down the steps of a shrine, a backpack slung over her shoulder…one of Kagome taking out two people at once with a laser-tag gun, one of Kagome in the park sitting next to the boy from the video, obviously on a picnic, and looking extremely bored…

Naraku skimmed the rest of the file, his interest growing with every page.

After several minutes, Naraku placed the file back on his desk and leaned back in his chair, regarding the folder with a calculating look. .

"Kagome Higurashi, eh…"

He chuckled.

"Oh yes. You will do quite nicely…"

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Author's note:

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