Demoniac

Demoniac

By: SavagexGarden

Disclaimer: (Forgot this last time… oops) I do not own any of the Inuyasha characters.

A/N: All right, let me just clear something up by saying that the human Inuyasha might as well be called Pete because he is gone and doesn't matter anymore. The fallen angel is now the Inuyasha we will all recognize from the anime. I didn't get that many reviews, which is understandable since it was the first chapter, but I would appreciate it if you all review. Anonymous reviews are accepted on this story, so please just an 'I liked it' o 'update soon' would immensely please me and motivate me to update quicker next time. Thanks in advance.

Chapter Two

"Not foliage green, but of a dusky colour,
Not branches smooth, but gnarled and intertangled,
Not apple-trees were there, but thorns with poison.
Such tangled thickets have not, nor so dense,
Those savage wild beasts, that in hatred hold
'Twixt Cecina and Corneto the tilled places.
There do the hideous Harpies make their nests,
Who chased the Trojans from the Strophades,
With sad announcement of impending doom;
Broad wings have they, and necks and faces human,
And feet with claws, and their great bellies fledged;
They make laments upon the wondrous trees.
"

Dante's Inferno Canto XIII

I had a feeling that my new 'mother' wanted to speak to me, which was why she had asked if it was Inuyasha who had entered the house, even though there was never really a doubt in her mind that it was her son. But I wasn't in the mood to talk about my day with her, which is about the only time Inuyasha and her have a conversation together. Not only did I not really know what Inuyasha had done that day, I was watching another boy in England at the time, but I wanted to explore this body a bit before going to sleep. A simple 'today was fine' would have satisfied her, but I hate lying to people. After all her old Inuyasha didn't have a fine day, he died.

So instead of walking into the living room where she was watching a reality TV show about vain girls who were competing for a profession where they would exploit their bodies for a couple years before becoming useless, I instead walked up a flight of sleek wooden stairs and into Inuyasha's room. It was a mess. Clothes, mostly darker colors such as black or navy, were strewn about the floor and furniture with no seeming order and an old, flat bottle of Pepsi sat on a dusty nightstand. In fact, everything was covered with a thin layer of dust. The sheets on the bed were twisted and pushed off the side of the bed.

Knowing that I could not possibly start to acquaint myself with my new role as Inuyasha in this filth, I started to clean up. It had appeared to be a daunting task at first, but in reality wasn't as difficult as most humans make it out to be. I started with the dirty clothes, tossing them into an empty and unused clothes hamper against the far wall. That only took a moment to do since no organizing was really involved, but tackling the clean clothes was a bit more time consuming. In the end I just ended up clumsily trying to fold them in neat squares, my manual dexterity is still kind of pathetic because fingers are just so difficult to get used to. Once all the clean clothes were folded, I placed them in near empty dresser drawers that obviously didn't get much use. The only clothes in them were neat, clean, and bright clothes that had obviously never touched Inuyasha's chest. Some of them even had the tags still attached to them with annoying plastic rings that were near impossible to remove.

Immediately, I decided that I liked the look of these new clothes better. A lot of them were very vibrant colors that attracted the eye such as fiery red like a ripe strawberry or poison green like the scales of a serpent. All the older clothes that were worn more often tended to be shadowy grays or nightly blacks. They were colors that would never purposely draw the attention of others. I, on the other hand, thrive on attention.

After putting all the clothes away, I finished cleaning the room with a quick dusting and a bit of trash collecting. There had been wads of paper and old food lying around the place making it smell horrendous. How could I possibly enjoy myself in that kind of environment had I not cleaned the place up? Even a fallen angel, like me, has some standards.

Once the room was clean enough to finally enjoy, the whole cleaning process took about an hour to accomplish, I decided to spend the remainder of my time learning how this body functioned. Sure I knew the basics of human biology; I had absorbed that information when I took over the body. Obviously the soul wasn't completely attached to the brain since I retained all of Inuyasha's memories and knowledge which would be extremely useful. But I wanted to recreate Inuyasha so that I could stop feeling as though I was pretending to be someone else and instead feel like this body and life were truly mine. The first step would be recreating his appearance to fit my personal style, that would simply involve working out a bit more (even though he was in fair shape from playing soccer in his old home) and changing the style of clothes he wore and his hair. Once this had been accomplished it wouldn't feel like old Inuyasha's hair, but my hair and my body.

But this little necessity to feel like an individual wasn't really my main focus. I wanted to interact with people! I wanted to be noticed and liked as vain as that may sound. And as lustful as it sounds too, I wanted to have a girlfriend. I wanted someone to adore me, love me, and also to satisfy the wanting of Lust I seemed to have acquired as soon as I possessed this male body. Now the old inhabitant of this body had what I guess would be called a 'crush' on a young peer at school named Kikyo. I could understand why he wanted her so much too; she was a beautiful girl with ideal features. Her long black hair was always kept perfectly straight and parted down the middle and her body was slender with enough curves to attract attention. Unfortunately, she didn't even know I existed yet. Inuyasha had been such a wallflower that he just starred at her from afar without ever approaching her except to ask an inane question in class once. Plus, the girl was kind of cold. She was popular, and I don't really understand how high school hierarchies work but for some reason she doesn't really talk to people outside her inner group of friends.

Of course just because Inuyasha had thought she was a being designed specifically by Him to be the perfect example of feminism (which is completely false because He does not have the time to design every person that gets born, seriously) doesn't mean that I have to focus on her either, but it's a good place to start until I start to meet people and expose myself a little. But all this could wait until tomorrow and my first day of school. For now I had other stuff to accomplish.

I walked across the beige carpet to a simple wooden door that led into my bathroom. It was time that I switched some stuff up, and relaxed a little. I started by taking a bath… a very long bath. I filled the tub up with hot water and just laid in it, feeling the heat just soak into my skin, until the water got uncomfortably cool before emptying the tub and refilling it again. I did this three times before mother came to the door and knocked to make sure I hadn't drowned. Note to self: human males especially don't usually spend multiple hours just sitting in a tub, which is actually a shame since it felt so good. All the muscles in my body felt relaxed and pulsed with warmth. I'd have to do this tomorrow if no one came to force me out of this body by then and back to Hell.

After getting out of the tub and wrapping a towel around my lower half like human males do when they exit the shower, I walked over to the counter and mirror. A few items lay in the drawers including combs, deodorants, a razor, tweezers, and a pair of scissors. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was pitch black and impossibly long for a male's hair in this era. It hung all the way down to my lower back and rivaled the length of most women's hair. This would have to be the first thing to change. I grabbed a rubber band that was lying nearby and pulled my hair back into a ponytail right at the base of my neck. Taking the scissors that I had discovered in the drawer, I took a deep breath (unnerved for some reason) and let the sharp edges rest against my hair. Letting out a nervous sigh, I unconsciously closed my eyes (must be a human reaction) and pressed the handles of the scissors together. The noise was unbearable; the shearing sound seemed to last forever as I continued to cut through the hair mercilessly. Finally it was over and a long clump of hair, held together by the rubber band, fell to the ground. It must have been over a foot long…

I noticed the immediate change when I glanced into the mirror again. The ebony hair fell loose around my face, ending just an inch above my shoulders. It didn't look quite right though, like it was just too unnaturally straight and uneven. Maybe I shouldn't have done this by myself… Letting out a sigh at my first human failure, I walked back into my new room and slipped into some sweatpants and an old shirt that felt comfortable against my still damp skin. Then I left my room to find my new mother. Women were generally much better at fixing hair then men, right? Well at this point any human would probably know more then I did.

After walking down the stairs again I headed to the living room were my mother was still sitting on the couch watching TV. Now it was on a news channel. "Mother? Can you help me?"

My mother, Izayoi was her name but she would probably be startled if I called her that, turned around to acknowledge me but seemed shocked by my attempted haircut. She just starred at it for a moment with her mouth hanging open until she apparently found her voice again. "Inuyasha, what did you do to your hair?" She was on her feet by the end of this sentence and walking toward me, one hand outstretched to touch the uneven ends of my hair.

For some reason I was nervous again. I didn't want her to be upset with me, I wanted my new mother to like me, love me, as most mothers should. Had I disappointed her by doing something so apparently foolish? "I tried to cut my hair, but it doesn't look right. What should I do?"

Izayoi suddenly smiled and let out a little, quiet laugh. I found her amusement contagious and felt myself smiling a little too. "Well of course it doesn't look right, dear. You can't just attack it with a pair of house scissors and expect it to come out looking like a professional had done it." Her dark eyes moved away from my hair and looked directly at me. Suddenly I felt afraid that she might notice that I was not her son by starring at me so directly in the eyes. Humans like to think that the eyes are a mirror into the soul. Would she notice my black soul instead of her son's?

"Can we fix it?" I asked hopefully, trying to distract her from focusing so intently on my face.

She glanced back at my hair and smiled again. I liked it when she smiled; it was as if all her features started to glow. "I think I can fix this without too much trouble. I might have to trim it a bit shorter then it is now to even it all out, but let me grab my shearing scissors out of my bathroom and we'll get started. Come on." She motioned for me to follow her and I did. She led me into a larger bathroom then mine next to her bedroom and motioned for me to sit down on the edge of the bathtub. I did as I was told to do. After a bit of shuffling through drawers, she came up with a much smaller pair of scissors and walked over to me. "Ok Inuyasha. I don't know what got into you today," I winced slightly at that thinking that apparently a demonic soul had 'gotten into' her son today, "but let's see what we can do."

It took about half an hour, but I was glad I had asked for help by the end of it all. Looking into my mirror awhile after my mother had finished and sent me upstairs to go to bed, I noticed that the hair was now a few inches above my shoulders and in layers so that it stuck out in a neat, but messy, look. I liked the shaggy haircut a lot it suited me.

I stayed up until around midnight practicing writing and other human motions before the body started to shut down on me. At first everything seemed to get blurry and move slowly. Then my eyelids started to feel unusually heavy and I unconsciously crawled into the bed, pulling the comforter around me. I was terrified at first that maybe the body was finally rejecting me like I was a bad blood transfusion, like it knew that I wasn't its match. But then I fell asleep for the first time since I was created I slept.

The next morning I woke up felt strange. For a moment I had forgotten where I was, that I was confined to a physical form, and that I had dreamt. I tried in vain to remember my first dream, but the thoughts felt like liquid that just seeped through the cracks of my restricted human mind. The dream had something to do with a baby and abduction, which was all I could remember. After lying in bed for a little while longer, I decided to get ready for school. It normally only took Inuyasha five or so minutes to get ready, but I wanted to look good on my first day so I spent the next half an hour or so picking out clothes, taking a shower, eating breakfast (it was amazing all the different flavors available in this life), and other morning routine classics. I left the house for school in a bright red t-shirt, never worn, and a pair of comfortable, faded blue jeans. I hadn't been able to tame my new, shaggy haircut so I let it remain in a soft mess.

The high school, Tenkei High School, was within walking distance and I had mastered the use of my legs by now so I figured I would enjoy myself more by walking. It took a little longer then I had expected, but I managed to get to the school with plenty of time to spare. Teenagers were strewn across the whole place. A group of athletic males, typically called jocks by other humans, were leaning against a red car talking. A few kids were sitting at a bench talking about schoolwork with a bit too much enthusiasm then is normal for the average teenager. I assumed their peers labeled them geeks. Many more students were just milling around either talking outside or heading inside the school to meet up with friends. I felt utterly alone, realizing that there was no one in this school waiting for me or wanting to see me. I felt as if I was the ignored fallen angel of hell all over again, except this time I wasn't in charge.

That's when I saw Kikyo for the first time through my eyes. She was wearing a tank top that showed off an ample amount of flesh and tight, dark jeans. Her lipstick was shocking red against her pale features and she was laughing at something her friend had just whispered in her jeweled ear. Kikyo was standing beside the door that I would have to cross to get into my first period class. Before I could start to feel nervous though, the warning bell rang and she slipped into the building with her friends.

Not wanting to make a bad impression on my official first day of school, I also hurried up the entrance steps and into my first period class. Normally Inuyasha would pick a seat in the very back of the class where hopefully the teacher wouldn't notice him sleeping. Today though, I picked a spot a bit closer. I didn't want to make such a drastic change as moving to the very front of the class, so instead I picked a seat next to the window in the center aisle. Inuyasha never really paid much attention to what other people in the class were doing so I wasn't positive if someone already claimed this seat, but I was pretty sure that it had been empty all year.

Apparently the seat right next to it was taken as a young woman with long dark hair started toward the desk. Her hair was so black that it appeared blue in the perfect lighting and her eyes were a deep, chocolate brown. She was talking to another young woman with long, brown hair tied into a ponytail when she noticed me. At first the girl, Inuyasha didn't know her name so neither did I, seemed taken aback by my sudden switch on the normal high school routine. But after a brief halt, she smiled shyly at me and sat down. I decided that now would be a good time to expand my social circle (with was empty currently). "Hi, my name's Inuyasha. I moved here two weeks ago."

For a moment, I was nervous that she would ignore me but then she spoke quietly while her unnamable friend watched from the desk on her other side. "I'm Kagome. It's nice to finally meet you." She smiled a bit before continuing her conversation with the other girl. I didn't really care though; I had made my first move at establishing myself here.

Maybe Inuyasha had been looking for love in all the wrong places when he set his sights on the popular Kikyo. Maybe there was a much better prospect in front of him the whole time. Now… how do you win the affections of a teenage girl? I hadn't the slightest idea where to start, so I figured I should ask an expert on women, someone who was notorious at the school for being a 'womanizer'. I don't know exactly what a 'womanizer' is, but it sounds like someone who knows a lot about women. His name is Miroku, and I do believe he sits beside me in my next class.

A/N: All right, there was chapter two. Please tell me what you thought! A quick review would make my day perfect and motivate me to update.