'Kay. Got in the mood to continue this. Updates will not be constant, but the storyline is set out and I will make an effort and not lose this one, like I lost all the others. Will not promise any pairing and I will not give in to the wrath of "omgawds updeite liek pleeeezzzzzeee". However, I do adore constructive criticism.
Any comments, I will gladly take into question. Questions, I will try to answer.
Standard Disclaimer on my Author's Porfile.
"What are you doing?"
Kagome looked up, startled, and screamed. The phone was snatched from her hand and crushed between the white-haired man's fingers in a very violent way.
"Shut up you little we-" her eyes could only focused on the small phone he was holding in between his fingers.
Kagome held back another scream, and rethought her situation. Maybe; just maybe, he wasn't as harmless as she'd thought.
"With whom were you talking to?" he asked her again in a low, menacing growl, tossing the now destroyed phone aside and advancing on her, his large presence rather overwhelming.
He grabbed her wrist and made her stand up, his hand firm like iron. Trembling slightly, Kagome shrank back against the wall.
"Get…get…away." She whispered, very afraid, and looking down, as if in some sort of pain.
"You fucking little bitch." InuYasha was losing patience, "Answer the question!" he grabbed her face and forced her to look at him. He was losing his nerve and was going to seriously hurt her if she didn't speak up…
Suddenly, as if responding to the unspoken threat, Kagome felt something very hot flash through her stomach, and up to her heart, filling her lungs…
She clenched her eyes shut and screamed.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!!!!"
Some sort of power filled her lungs, immersing her very skin with a radiating light. InuYasha's hand immediately left her face as he felt the first wave lash out against him. And, he could sense a second one coming…
"GO. AWAY!!!!!" the dark haired girl cried out again, this time, she let her voice go on, feeling the energy leaving her body.
He tripped, eyes open in shock and stumbled backwards in utter surprise.
Kagome closed her eyes, falling to her knees, overcome by this feeling of exhaustion.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you." She heard the vague but heavy whisper and looked up.
He had reddish, raw marks that resembled burns tearing along his face. His previously brilliant snow-white hair had dark marks all over, as if he'd just survived a fire. She looked down again; out of breath and feeling something odd arise in her when she thought about his eyes again.
"Why won't you listen to me, Kagome?"
She felt something odd wrench away in her gut.
"I…I don't know… who… who you are…" She spluttered, finding it hard to breathe, an clenched her heart.
The man crossed his arms and frowned, stepping away.
"InuYasha. That's my name."
She took a sharp intake of breathe, feeling like her lungs were being crunched…he couldn't think properly. Where was her mother? The police? The men in white coats?
"W…why…why are you h-here?"
"I need your help, Kago-"
There was a long, whining sound that interrupted them both, and it was followed by a series of voices and sirens. The noise was upstairs, and it sounded like they had already rushed through the font door.
"THIS IS THE POLICE. IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?"
Kagome sighed in relief and dashed up the stairs, her entire being focused on getting away from the insane kabuki-fangirl. She could hear her mother and her brother yelling, and she could hear men's voices. There was a huge confusion upstairs, confusion Kagome gladly fell into her. Already, in the light, her breathing eased and she felt less lightheaded.
"We got a phone call from a certain Higurashi Kagome which led us here." A man said, and Kagome rushed towards him and her mother.
"Is everything alright?" her mother cried, enlacing her in her arms. "I didn't see you in bed and oh Kagome, Kagome!" the teenager closed her eyes and let her mother hold her. Her limbs fell limp with fatigue.
"What's going on?" Kagome heard so many different voices.
"Man, downstairs…" That's all they needed.
Amongst all the questions, Kagome found herself being pulled in all directions. There were questions about rape, stalkers and serial killers obsessed with young shrine maidens. Her mother was crying and the policemen were searching every corner of the house, moving on unto the grounds. A doctor was called in to examine her…
But as all of this utter confusion was occurring, and as Kagome was shakily answering the inspector's questions, her half-lidded gaze fluttered over everywhere.
This "InuYasha" person was absolutely nowhere to be seen.
"What on earth has happened?"
"Shut up you old hag. Fix it. It fucking hurts."
The older woman knelt down on a futon by the fire in the middle of the room and motioned him to sit next to her. "Very well." She said, completely unaffected by his tone. Those who knew him usually ended up getting completely used to him. It got to the point where his anger was quite often answered with disinterest.
There was a silence as she looked over his wounds, her face gradually showing more concern, until she could no longer mask worry that InuYasha rarely saw painted on the old miko's face.
"Take off your shirt and jacket." She ordered, her eyes seeing the red marks falling down under his chin and under his clothes.
"Excuse me?" he replied grumpily.
"Do it, InuYasha." The woman's steely and angry voice caught InuYasha completely off-guard. He quickly complied.
Once he removed his clothes, she scrutinized him even closer, her tired eyes focusing completely and her frown deepening slightly. She finally stood back and got up, musing on what these wounds were.
"These…these were not done by a demon, InuYasha."
"I fucking know that. So don't you go saying it to just about everybody, got it?"
"No…No…" she kept going, ignoring him, "These marks, these burns were done by something so much more powerful…holy, undoubtedly…but not quite…I've only ever heard of this power from my mentor, once…" The old miko rambled off, leaving a perplexed InuYasha feeling curious. And InuYasha hated being curious.
"Can you fix it?"
She still ignored him, and went to her medicine chest. Opening it, she continued to mumble in a voice only Inuyasha's dog ears could perceive:
"A kuro miko would not have this effect on a demon, this is indeed light magic…"
"Look, hag. I don't care who did it. I know who did it. I just need you to make my face pretty again," he said in a sarcastic and slightly bitter manner as he pointed to his raw, swollen face. "Got it?"
The old miko gave him a nasty look, greatly displeased by his behaviour.
"You, InuYasha the Hanyou, are a nasty piece of work."
They stayed silent as Kaede took out a few balms and herbs and proceeded to heal him. He was such an ungrateful little brat; she fumed quietly. InuYasha was wise enough not to say a word, this time.
Silence reigned in Kaede's home, interrupted only after old miko Kaede did all she could and declared: "Mess up that pretty face of yours again, InuYasha and you're on your own."
