The small park hosted only one woman and she was uncharacteristically on edge, even in the comforting arms of nature. Usually, she kept her feelings light and loving and relaxing, yet today she was finding it awfully hard to do that.

It had been the first time she'd let a reading spiral out of her control. A psychic, in-trance, full-out reading, wreaking havoc.

A challenging day, indeed.

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The Law of the Universe

Chapter 1 – How the World Spins

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The first time she had realized she was not normal had been in second grade, when she'd found herself encouraged by fellow classmates to be meaner, less calm and composed, less... loving.

More on the ass kicking side.

Refusing vehemently, since the very idea of being hateful toward anyone or anything had always outraged her, Kagome decided to delve deeper into herself and try to shape herself like she wanted to be. She wasn't doing that to spite those who wanted her to change, but because she was genuinely afraid she'd become that person if she allowed the idea to simmer in her mind long enough for it to grow roots.

Even then, she sometimes felt out of place. It was too often that she found herself imagining how it would be if others saw things like she did – they were always complaining that nothing worked out their way, that their parents didn't understand them, that they wished they could grow up then and there, and leave home forever. Why couldn't they understand that the world was much simpler? The Universe was a friend, a part of everyone. Or was it the other way round?

'How can they not see that it's as easy as wishing something and you'll get it? You just have to know that since you want it so much, you already have it. You just don't know it yet.'

So she'd stopped trying to change others and started helping make their lives more beautiful, more fun instead. Kagome – in a group of people – was the one who always filled the glass until it was at least half full.

And besides, she sometimes thought, who were they to complain, her classmates? At least they had parents. She had grown up without real ones, thrown from home to home, from adoptive parents to adoptive parents – at the young age of 8 she'd already gone through 3 foster families, who had sent her back for various reasons – the last being that she was too much of a happy child, too much of a loving one. People couldn't handle children that didn't need help growing up.

About that time was when Kagome had realized another thing about herself.

She had powers. At first she'd thought her classmates were kidding when they said she could read their minds. She wasn't doing it consciously, it was more life a feeling she got and she said the words. It seemed that – 8 times out of 10 – she was spot-on. Then it got more frequent and later, in high school, they began affectionately calling her "psi-fi". Then there were also the dreams she had, and how they often came true. How she could even predict the outcome of elections (in reality, it had happened only once), how no one believed her (not even she, sometimes) until after it came true.

By mid high school no one could find it in them to dislike her or be mean to her in any shape or form. It was the kind of reaction she evoked – people wanted to protect her, to care for her and talk to her, and she knew it, too. She knew it, because she'd wanted it. And they all thought she was strange, too, but no one minded, anymore.

Somehow, though, a chain of synchronicities led her to a fabulous book on ESP (1) and she devoured it. Then came other books and more and more, and she felt religiously drawn to them as though she could discover herself in every line she read.

Her best friends (she had many of those) advised her to try and find someone and not something that could help her understand more about herself, even though they, themselves, didn't believe much in that "spiritual crap". She preferred calling it her "mind zone", because she always felt like her mind was doing everything for her.

How she ended up in this park started with an appointment. So in the beginning there was an appointment.

Her 'initiator', as she liked to call her, was a woman named Kaede, old and wrinkly, but wise and insightful. She'd known everything about Kagome at first sight, but Kagome hadn't deemed it odd, since she could do that with people, too. Immediately, she'd felt more at home with Kaede than anywhere else. She felt that weird sense of belonging that people talked about.

So it wasn't unexpected that Kaede took her under her wing.

The old woman taught her the science of it – pseudoscience, as mainstream scientist considered it. Telepathy, remote viewing, precognition – these were some of the things Kaede said she believed Kagome was capable of.

It seemed out of this world, but then it was what brought her here, in this park. Kagome, seventeen year old "psi-fi", ever the people-helper, thought to put her skills to good use. What point was there to them when they only served her, right? So she developed them, studied herself more than ever, and when she was up for the challenge she began offering free 'readings' to whomever needed them.

She must have wanted this "small business in the service of others" to thrive pretty badly, she realized later, because one thing led to the other, and soon she was taking up orders from very important people, who were offering to pay her a great deal of money if she 'fixed' them.

It became a job. Yet Kagome never saw it as such, and she guessed that helped.

This was how she met Hidaka Kikyou, prestigious plastic surgeon specialized on burns and with a background of deep heartache, as Kagome had sensed upon first contact with the woman.

And trying to read Kikyou's life, trying to heal her, trying to help her, had brought Kagome here, in the central park, feeling confused for the first time in her seventeen years of life, her skin tingling with the thoughts and memories of her first, ever, wet dream.

Deep, rich, masculine laughter resonated through the thick walls of the old building, penetrating laboratories and classrooms. Down the hall, in a small, but cozy office littered with 3D projects, papers, medals, trophies, and walls full of diplomas and certificates, a young, handsome Professor of Anatomy, genius for his age – they said, was talking on the phone, obviously finding amusement in what he was recounting.

"I swear, Miroku – I was completely blank-faced, acting all serious and shit, but the moment I left the classroom and I could hear my students crack, I laughed as hard as they did. I'm sure they didn't hear me, though. They were... much too occupied," he explained, his voice taking on another timber, one nearing that which he used in the bedroom at night, with whomever happened to be there to warm his sheets.

"You cannot be serious, Yash," he heard his best friend say over the phone, a hint of awe in his tone, "you did not just bring your students A0 posters with a woman's reproductive... uh... places, and then excused yourself for 5 minutes to let them "take it all in" before being able to muster enough of their attention to start the lecture!" (2)

Still laughing, the young man nodded excitedly, like a child proud of the sandcastle he'd just built. "Yes, yes I did. They know I'm weird, Miroku – they won't tell on me, chillax, will you? Besides, I knew that even though I brought mere sketches, the guys would be too distracted by so many vaginae thrown in their faces to pay proper attention to me, so I wanted to give them a minute to, uh... take care of themselves."

"You are something else! No wonder all your students love you... I wish I had the same popularity among female students..."

"Well, it certainly doesn't help that you grab their asses all the time, 'Roku. You think you're so smooth, but au contraire, my friend – they're onto you, and they're appalled, too. Just too scared to say anything because they think you'll flunk them. I know, because I heard some conversations."

Flabbergasted, the Assistant Professor of Anatomy grew desperate, "Please, do tell."

Chuckling at his friend's antics, Inuyasha shook his head, though Miroku couldn't see it. "Some other time, my friend, some other time, cause this is not why I called."

"Oh," the other said, sounding bored now that things didn't revolve around lecherousness anymore. "Then what, pray tell, made you call me at this hour?"

"I had another dream," Inuyasha began.

"In which you were this badass half dog demon running buck naked all over feudal Japan?"

"Miroku! Be serious for a moment!" Inuyasha sighed, then felt his pants become increasingly constrictive as he recalled exactly what he'd dreamed the previous night. Yes, it involved being buck naked, but not in the way Miroku expected.

Running a hand over his face so as to chase away lingering images of himself thrusting into a very beautiful, very imaginary woman, he muttered dryly, "You're gonna love this."

"Oh?"

"Yes, I was a half demon, yes, it was feudal Japan, but I wasn't running. Actually, I was doing a whole other type of exercise – if you catch my drift."

"Argh," the woman moaned loudly and he scrunched his face against her chest as he plunged into her deeply, aggressively, with all the frustration he knew he'd been bottling up. "Uh... Ah! Argh..." Her hands were everywhere – tangled in his silver hair, rubbing the ears atop his head, scratching his temples. It drove him up the walls with want. There was something ferocious about him in that moment and he knew it and acted on it, while she seemed to relish it. It made him that much hotter for her.

"Hmm," Miroku said thoughtfully, "how did she look?"

Rolling around with his chair to face the desk, Inuyasha propped his feet on the wooden surface, crossing them at the ankles, and rubbed his stomach with one hand, holding the phone in the other while looking at the ceiling as though it held answers.

"Beautiful, curvaceous, sexy – perfect. You know: my kind of woman."

Miroku could hear the vague smile in his friends voice.

"Dear Lord – my friend, you are smitten!"

Inuyasha snorted, moving to sit straight again. "And she is fiction. Grow up, Miroku. I can tell the difference between dream and reality."

"Okay, then how was she in bed?"

"Oh, God," Inuyasha groaned, unprepared for the onslaught of vivid images of this woman moving her hips under him, scratching his back with feline-sharp nails and biting her lip like she was a tempting succubus. Had any of his hard-ons ever been this painful?

He could tell she was getting impatient. The previous orgasm from when he'd went down on her apparently hadn't been enough, and he did aim to please, so...

"Baby," he whispered, pulling himself down a bit, but still maintaining the angle of his thrusts as he started licking and sucking her breasts, paying special attention to her nipples, around which he swirled his playful tongue, watching her reaction with eagle eyes.

"Kami," she moaned, head tossing from side to side, manicured fingers gripping the golden, satin sheets that had just manifested in the dream. With a sudden grunt, she pushed him completely out of her and he wanted to tear into the bitch from depriving him of such pleasure, but what she did next completely blew him away.

"That good, huh?"

Not for the first time, Inuyasha felt like wiping the stupid grin Miroku was certainly sporting off his face.

"If I tell you to shut up now you probably won't, ever, so I'm going to let you assume what you want and yap all you want. There."

"Oh, come on, Yash. You know you liked this dream. Who gets to grow super-amazing-powers and dog stamina then have the chance to use it on a sexy ass beauty? Even if it's in a dream?"

"Who said her ass was sexy?" Inuyasha asked, his voice meek, right hand reaching up to loosen the tie around his neck. It was getting too hot in there.

"You did. Curvaceous woman, remember?"

Yes, Inuyasha remembered. He remembered very well.

Grunting, the woman didn't give Inuyasha the chance to complain about her pushing him out of her tight body, because next thing he knew she turned around, down on her knees in front of him, shaking her perfectly round bottom invitingly when he couldn't snap out of his shock, his eyes glued to the wet slit he'd just recently been very intimate with.

"Get in already!" she begged, and he didn't have to be told twice.

Managing to blink away the daze brought about by this incredible woman and her mind-blowing charms, the half demon trailed a hand along her spine and she arched it, moaning like a bitch in heat, then screaming with abandon when he penetrated her hard.

Shaking his head, Inuyasha cleared his throat.

"It's just weird that I've been having the same type of dreams for these past few days. It's always me as a half dog demon, always feudal Japan. It makes me feel weird, cause they're, like, almost lucid. I get the feeling that sometimes I know it's a dream. Argh! Whatever. Listen," he said quickly, before Miroku could comment, "I just wanted to get it off my chest, deal? Too much sexual tension in this building," he joked, making short reference to his earlier story about his students and the reproductive system posters.

Miroku laughed. "Hey, I know, man. You should get laid!"

"I do get laid, Miroku. Every week," Inuyasha recited, the same thing he told his friend every time he brought up the subject. And he did, too, though his mind and heart were never into it. Ever since Kikyou, he hadn't been able to find enough will to put passion in anything he did. A walking curse, she had been.

"Kikyou again, huh?" Miroku asked, grunting. The lecher could probably guess that the sudden silence meant that woman.

'Ano onna...,' (3) Inuyasha thought angrily, but then his features softened, unable to blame her alone. He, too, was at fault for the decay of their relationship. 'Kikyou...'

"Shut up. I'm over her," Inuyasha lied, his immediate sigh contradicting him. "Almost," he was forced to concede.

"Yes, Inuyasha. Whatever you say, oh, almighty Professor Inuyasha!" Miroku mocked.

"Eff you, monk. Eff you very much," Inuyasha muttered, referring to one of his dreams in which Miroku had been a monk. He found it hilarious, too, what with his friend's less-than-holy customs.

"You wish you could tap this ass, big bro."

Before Inuyasha could retort angrily, like Miroku was positive he would, the Assistant Professor hung up quickly.

All in good fun.

"Aaaaah!" Kagome squealed, her cheeks resembling a ripe tomato when she remembered how daring, how very bold she'd acted in her dream.

'Getting on my knees in front of him... begging him to...

Dear God.'

What puzzled Kagome most – at least that was what she kept telling herself – was that it didn't make sense how the man she'd been intimate with in her trance hadn't even been human. He'd been some sort of... youkai. Yes, exactly like those from ancient Japanese mythology. No, she was not in the habit of snorting anything.

Long, silver hair, puppy ears, honey-gold eyes, fangs, and claws – in other words, "the works" - he had them.

And what detail! For a seventeen year old virgin who had no affiliation with porn and had only seen ten racy pictures tops in her whole life, the trance had been awfully explicit. It felt as though someone else had been influencing her dream-state, and she knew for a fact that it hadn't been Kikyou, because she could recognize her imprint.

And Kikyou didn't have fangs and claws, as far as she knew.

No, someone else had barged into her reading uninvited and it had made Kagome... experience things.

Unwanted things.

Actually she didn't know whether to want them or not, but one thing was certain: they were a threat to the accuracy of her readings and so Kagome had to get a hold of herself.

For some reason, she'd only been able to select thoughts about Kikyou's past, only helping in getting a clue about what was wrong with this woman, but her future was off limits. And it felt like Kagome was missing the big picture.

She remembered how Kikyou had first contacted her, how silent she'd been during the phone call, how tight she'd been on their first meeting.

"Hello, I'm Higurashi Kagome."

"Hidaka Kikyou," the woman said, taking Kagome's outstretched hand and shaking it firmly, shortly. As soon as physical contact was made, Kagome felt something.

"You had a sister, is that right?"

At Kikyou's surprised face, she went on. "But she died in an accident when you were twelve. You still think it's your fault, don't you? It's not," Kagome said softly, sounding as though she pitied her, but she didn't. She couldn't, because somewhere underneath all the bitterness, behind the masks, Kikyou was a child, just like her. She was pure, just like Kagome was.

So much like her...

It seemed the park was quite chilly on that autumn afternoon. Watching birds chase each other in an organized chaotic way, Kagome had some sort of a revelation. Promptly, she decided to stop questioning the mysterious appearance of the unwelcome silver-haired guest and start focusing more on Kikyou's part in her "psychic" experiences, as ignorants called it.

'So... Hidaka Kikyou,' Kagome thought, recalling the many particularities she'd noticed in her trance. 'Where to begin?'

Hello again, my darlings :)

It's been a year, hasn't it? Well, almost.

I am glad to say I am back (yes, I know - weird, huh?) You may notice some changes in my stories and style or you may not (I assure you – deep down, I am not the same , but that's a good thing, trust me)

Soooo... I'm gonna try and continue my old stories, because I realized I'm not the kind of person to leave things halfway done, but I will do it at my own pace (meaning, as time allows me)

What triggered this comeback?

Well, the last couple of days hit me hard with an idea for a fanfic and it hasn't left me alone ever since, begging me to write it down, keeping me up at night, not letting me eat, cutting off my oxygen (you get the picture), so I had to listen to its plea, even though I should be studying for my exams right now. Oh, well..

Btw, don't hate cause I started another story. After all, it's the one that brought me back, ne? ;)

much, much love, and thank you all for being,

einehexe

(1) ESP = Extrasensory Perception. Look it up if interested. Please do.
(2) This is actually what one my Professors of Anatomy did with a group of French foreign students and then told us about it. I swear we laughed so hard we couldn't see straight for at least 10 minutes.
(3) Ano onna = that woman