So my friends all are kind of disowning me for this. I used to watch Inuyasha when I was a wee itty bitty kid and after I got into college, I just started watching it again. Needless to say, I figured out why I stopped watching it. The entire time, he's all 'no, I don't like Kagome' when he really does and it's super frustrating to watch them parade around each other like they're stepping on glass. Not only that, someone told me the end of the series and that just pissed me off more.
So this is what I think should've happened. Note, it will be twisted and it will be M.
~Don't own Inuyasha or Fake It by Seether~
Chapter 1: Pilot
Police sirens echoed down the street as people gathered and chatted with each other, the sounds of their voices too distant to reach human ears.
Izumi, however, heard it all.
Is that her child…?
You heard Kagome Higurashi's screams? How awful…
This Shrine has had all sorts of misfortunes…
That child looks so skinny…
Izumi's small fists clenched as snow and ash fell in her strawberry blonde hair. Barefoot on the freezing cold ground, she didn't feel a thing. Not the wind blowing around her dirty ragged dress, nor the torn jacket failing to cover her sufficiently from the cold. Her pink lips pulled back a bit to reveal overly sharp teeth as she glared at the spectators with darkened gold eyes. God, how she hated them all. They smelled awful, like plastic dolls painted in sin.
A hand settled on her shoulder and she looked up at the young man standing above her, black hair a mess and a five o clock shadow gracing his features. He had clear brown eyes that gave her an intense concerned look. "Izumi, are you okay?" He asked, shifting his stance. His black overcoat fell open and his police uniform was revealed, giving him an adequate excuse to stand there and talk to the only witness. "Are you cold?"
"I'm fine, Uncle Sota." Izumi said tersely. "Are you here to take me away?"
"Only if you want me too." He said gently, taking her hand.
Izumi took her hand away in shock, and then slowly put her hand back in his. How odd to be cared for like this. Suddenly the cold shot its way from her feet and she shivered. "Yeah…Yeah I do. The smell makes my nose hurt."
Sota led the supernatural child away from the mess and chaos, disturbed. There were hardly any sign in his niece's countenance of remorse for her late mother; hardly anything at all besides deep-seated anger. He wasn't quite sure what would scare him more, remorse or the heated tension that now wired every bit of the little six year old's brain.
~*FAKE*IT*~
From another corner of the property, closer to an abandoned building high on a hill, another being hid and viewed what was transpiring. From his spot on a large rock, Myoga watched in curiosity as the child was placed into the car. He had seen her before, though she'd been hardly a week or so old. Her name didn't concern him. What did, however, pique his curiosity, was the child's origins. Obviously the offspring of Kagome Higurashi, but who was the father? And the way that child stood, facing an entire crowd of people like they were…well, humans. She treated them like insects below her feet, unworthy to stand in her presence. Like she hated them. Maybe she wasn't entirely human after all…
He shook his head. No. Kagome may have been with a foreigner, which would explain the neighbor's puzzlement as to the child's parentage and the small girl's amazingly bronze hair. But now Kagome was dead. From where Myoga sat, the stench of burning flesh was very strong. If his master were here, it'd make his nose hurt.
Myoga started back towards the well, ready to report the death of Kagome Higurashi to his lord.
~*FAKE*IT*~
The punch he'd given her should've disconnected her jaw, sufficiently stunning her so he could begin his work. Instead, she came right back and disconnected his. His head met the concrete and his rattled brain scrambled for an answer. What the hell? This wasn't supposed to happen. He, the demon, was supposed to hit her, the human, and watch her go down. He'd then proceed to rape her, and then feed on her soul. He'd done it millions of times before. Why was he having such difficulty now? He was the predator: the demon, for god sake. He should be listening to that skinny blonde's screams as he plunged into her again and again…
The demon was pulled up by his shirt and he grasped onto the slender hands hoisting him up into the air. For the first time since the 1920's, he felt fear race through his system. He'd managed to survive thus far by avoiding larger predators. Had he finally run into one this far into the game?
Her eyes were vivid gold. Oh dear God, she wasn't human at all. He knew it.
"The best thing about living with humans…" She drawled and he shuddered involuntarily. "…is that you begin to smell like them." She growled and he squeaked in response, his elfish ears quivering. "This means I can hunt pieces of shit like you who keep ending up in my territory!" She slammed him into a tree and he felt his spine crack.
He had heard about the dog demoness with the gold eyes who smelled like a human. She had been rumored to have a large territory, but he never expected it to be large enough to include a part of his hunting grounds. He thought he'd been safe from her and her hunting parties. "P-Please…!" He rasped. "Spare me…! I didn't m-mean anything by hunting here…!"
His captor snorted. "God, if I had a hundred yen for every time I heard that…!" She smirked and her fingers met inside his neck.
Blood gushed out of him, fountaining Izumi and making her light red hair even redder. The tank top and jeans she wore quickly became soiled and she tossed her prey's corpse away in disgust. "Uncle Sota will have my head…" She laughed at this, trying to imagine the fifty year old man having any advantage over her. He'd aged since that day he'd taken her in, his brown hair now gray and receding. In fact, he looked a lot like Izumi's late great grandfather, though more aesthetically pleasing, that was for certain.
Izumi, however, was age thirty five and still looked to be sixteen or seventeen. Sometimes it paid to be a being from hell.
Izumi checked for witnesses in the small park before picking the corpse up, throwing it over her shoulder. She groaned. "The worst thing about living with humans is they're too nosy for their own good." She had realized a while ago that she couldn't kill other demons and leave them there. More often then not, they didn't disintegrate, which left a body and a lot of questions.
She jumped a fence and headed for a more industrial part of town. If the bodies wouldn't disintegrate, she'd just help them along. Lord, how she loved fire…
~*FAKE*IT*~
Sota enjoyed tea in the afternoons. Relished it, almost. It was the one time of day he didn't hear 'Hey Ojii-san! Where the hell is the remote?' or 'Hey Ojii-san! I killed another demon and I got a lot of blood over the walls! Hope you don't mind!' He exhaled, thinking about his unruly niece. "The Gods give me more trials then one man needs." He muttered, but he didn't mind all that much inside. Izumi was the only family he had left and even though she was reckless and impertinent, she made up for it in being helpful and kind to him in her own way.
A knock on the door startled him and he glanced at the clock. The shrine was closed to visitors at this hour (a good thing because Izumi usually came home around now, covered in blood and grinning like a maniac.) and his niece usually burst through the door. He sighed and rose, groaning as his bones rubbed against one another. Had it really been thirty five years since he'd taken Izumi in, both young and unsure of each other? He opened the door, a smile plastered on his face as he gazed at a young Jr high school girl. "Good evening miss. What can I do for you?" His eyes widened as she realized she was crying, tears pouring down her face as she tried to pull a disheveled sleeve back on her shoulder. She had scratches and bruises all over her legs and arms.
"I-I'm sorry." She whimpered, her voice soft. "I just need some help…"
"Come in! Come in!" Sota moved out of the way. "What's wrong?"
The small girl moved inside his home, taking off her shoes before entry. "I'm sorry, it's just…you're in charge of the local shrine, so you must be a holy man of some sorts and I…have a problem with…" She hesitated. "With demons."
Lord, what has Izumi done now? Sota inwardly groaned. "Please, take a seat and you can tell me all about it." He escorted her to his living room. He flipped on the light switch and gasped.
The girl looked almost exactly like Kagome. Her hair was just under her ear lobes, but she had the exact same facial features as his late sister, body type and all.
She sat on the green couch, almost getting swallowed up in it. She was so unbearably skinny, like a little rag doll. "My name is Kiki Sagawa." She said shyly.
"I am Sota Higurashi." He bowed to her. "Nice to meet you. Please, tell me what has happened."
"I…I don't know how it started, but…these things just kept popping up and bugging me…things that other people couldn't see…" She sighed. "They'd ask me about some sort of 'sacred jewel', and then cause trouble for me when I said I didn't have it. It was okay at first. But then the bigger ones started to appear…" She shuddered. "They'd show up at my school and threaten to beat me when I wasn't around friends. I had to run home every night. Sometimes they'd still find me. The only reason I escaped today was because a woman saved me…" She bit her lip, tears in her eyes. "She told me to come here and talk to you."
"Did she have reddish blonde hair? A scowl on her face?" Sota asked, demonstrating the facial expression so comically (and so undeniably identical to the one that was, no doubt, on his niece's face constantly) that Kiki laughed.
"Yes. That sounds exactly like her." She nodded, a smile on her lips. "Do you know her?"
"She's my niece. Her name is Izumi." Sota replied, smiling with his hands clasped in front of him. "I'm glad she saved you." However, Sota was worried. 36 years ago when his elder sister appeared from the well for the last time with a bloody screaming baby and jewel shards, he hadn't thought it important to ask questions. She'd been exhausted and plagued by the constant thought that someone would come after her for those shards, so Sota had assisted his grandfather in sealing the well to discontinue the allowance of one to go from the past into the future and vice versa. Kagome had kept the jewel shards on her person at all times. In fact, they had burned with her in the fire six years after she came back. Could it be possible that they had been resurrected in this young girl who seemed to be a reincarnation? It had happened to Kikyo, hadn't it?
Sota sighed. "You're welcome to stay here. My niece and I can offer you protection."
"How old is your niece?" Kiki asked politely.
"Thirty – " Sota paused. He was sure that if he revealed his niece's true species, Kiki would no longer feel safe to be here. And he wasn't sure that was the best thing for her right now. Also, Izumi's reputation as the irritable barhopping human had been hard to set up. To ruin it all on a slip of the tongue… "I mean…" He laughed awkwardly. "She acts like she's thirty five, but really she's only eighteen."
The door opened and closed and Sota heard Izumi come in. However, the ever mocking 'Hey Ojii-san!' wasn't forthcoming. She came in, glanced at Kiki with what Sota could only imagine was hate, and then walked out again.
Kiki was startled. "Oh my…!"
"I'm sorry, she's a bit preoccupied with something apparently." Sota already had all sorts of excuses for his niece's rude behavior. He looked at the door apprehensively. "I hope she didn't treat you this way earlier."
"I'm afraid so…" Kiki bit her lip. "She believed I was another demon, sent from hell to plague her with Kagome's image." She paused a bit. "Who is Kagome?"
"My late sister and her mother." Sota sighed. He could already see the puzzled look on Kiki's face. Why on earth would anyone hate their mother that much? It was a question he'd been trying to answer for thirty six years…
~*FAKE*IT*~
Sota waited until his guest was fitfully asleep on the couch before venturing to seek out his niece. He had a feeling she'd still be on the grounds. Despite Izumi's misgivings about this girl, she'd stick around to make sure demons didn't attack. Sheepishly, Sota realized it made him feel safe that his niece would be the one on the front line of battle and not him. He was only half the spiritual man his grandfather was, unable to conjure up a simple spell to stop Izumi in her tracks so she didn't run off from a conversation. Then again, Izumi wasn't your normal demon.
The temperamental dog demoness as sitting at the edge of a small stream that Sota had put on the property. He'd obsessed over the gardens ever since the shrine had been left to him, making it seem so peaceful and serene. This shrine had been fairly popular since then. He approached his niece cautiously, watching the moons reflection on the water cast shadows on her face. He stood next to her, switching his gaze to the building that held the ill-fated well on the hill. "Interesting resemblance." He said in a half hearted attempt to sound off handed. This was a sore subject with his only surviving family member.
Izumi ran her hands through her reflection angrily. "Dammit!" She yelled. "I hate her!" The vehemence in his niece's voice sent chills down Sota's spine. "I hate Kagome!"
"Izumi…" He hesitated. "Izumi, I know you hate talking about this but I have to know…The day Kagome died, did she have the jewel shards on her person?"
"Naturally." Izumi snorted. "She never parted from the damn things."
Sota opened his mouth to comment on this, but the wind changed direction, blowing into their faces.
Izumi's eyes widened and her nostrils flaired. Her head snapped to a bush on the other side of the stream. "Goddammit!" She snarled and launched herself at it.
Sota watched in amazement as something orange and blue hurled itself towards him.
"Sota! Sota, it's me! Dammit, call her off!" A young man grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him a bit. His long reddish brown hair fell over his shoulder, tied back by a familiar blue ribbon. He was slender, clothed in blue and tan with pointed ears and a bushy fox tail waving behind him.
"Get the fuck away from my uncle!" Izumi snarled, swiping at the intruder.
He dodged and backed away. "Look, I'm a friend-!"
"Whatever!" Izumi barked.
"Oh my God!" Sota yelled. "Izumi! Stop! It's Shippo!"
Izumi, however, didn't care if this demon was Johnny Depp. She was going to kill him. She jumped him and sat on his chest, wrapping her fingers tightly around his neck.
Shippo panicked as he felt her claws slowly start to dig into the flesh of his neck. He gritted his teeth and grabbed her forearms, snapping, "Foxfire!"
Izumi yelped and let go as her arms were engulfed in blue flame. She jumped back next to Sota and glared at Shippo, licking her forearms. For now she'd retreat.
Shippo straightened out his clothing, dusting himself off. "Damn…Sota, where'd you get that nasty little bitch of a demoness?" He sniffed the air briefly. "I hate dogs." He said disdainfully.
Izumi snarled in reply and he raised an eyebrow at her.
"You've grown up!" Sota laughed incredulously, running a hand through his gray hair. "How've you been?"
"You've grown old." Shippo teased, putting a hand on Sota's shoulder. "I've been great. Myoga and I were just coming to say hello and check on things. How are the jewel shards?"
"They went straight to hell with Kagome." Izumi stepped in between her uncle and Shippo, staring the newcomer down. "I can help you get there, if you like." She cracked her knuckles.
"Izumi, please." Sota put a hand on her shoulder. "However, she is right Shippo. They were never found in the debris from the fire that killed my late sister."
"So go away." Izumi snapped, gingerly rubbing her injured arms.
"You know, the barking isn't really helping. Bitch." Shippo shot back.
"Fuck you!" Izumi hissed, taking a step forward.
"Please! Let us stop this fighting!" A voice came from Shippo's right shoulder.
"What the hell…?" Izumi peered at the source. "A talking bug?"
Shippo laughed into his hand.
"Flea, actually." Myoga cleared his throat. "My name is Myoga the flea. Who might you be?"
"Izumi." Sota interjected before his niece could embarrass him further. "Izumi Higurashi. She's my niece."
"Kagome's kid?" Shippo asked, exchanging a glance with Myoga.
"Pardon me, Miss Izumi." Myoga called. "But it seems there is some question as to…your ah, species."
"So?" Izumi growled.
"Well, I myself am an expert in this area, so others tell me. Perhaps if I could sample your blood – "
"Wait…" Izumi scowled more. "As in drink it?"
"Naturally."
"Fuck no!"
"Izumi!" Sota said, exasperated. "Let him do it."
Izumi growled and offered her hand unceremoniously.
"Actually, Miss Izumi, your blood is fresher when it's closer to your heart – " Myoga started.
"Too bad."
"Izumi!"
Izumi grinded her teeth together and pulled the neck of her tank top down a little, revealing the creamy top of her breast just before her bra.
Shippo swallowed visibly and averted his eyes. She had a temper but damn, that was some incredible sex appeal.
Myoga hopped onto Izumi's skin.
"Don't get any ideas – OW! Fuck!" Izumi raised up a hand to smack Myoga but Shippo grabbed it. She winced as he put pressure on her burn, making her hand go limp in submission. She glanced up at the fox demon and he gave her a casual look back. Her eyes narrowed and she looked away, bottom lip jutted out in an unmistakable pout.
"My God…" Myoga said, startled. "You're not going to believe this, Master Shippo."
"What?" Izumi drawled. "I already knew I wasn't human."
"Oh, of course not." He reassured her. "You're a demon, but not a pure blood one. Definitely a dog demon, too."
Shippo glanced sharply at Myoga. "Are you suggesting…?"
"Sesshomaru, yes. Possibly, but highly unlikely." Myoga replied to whatever unspoken inquiry that had been posed in Shippo's response. "But my God….she tastes like…like…"
"Inuyasha." Sota said calmly.
The night, and their conversation, was shattered by a loud bang and a scream.
"Goddamn Kiki!" Izumi yelled and tore out of Shippo's grasp, running for the billowing smoke that was the Higurashi house.