AN:TOOK ME AWHILE, BUT HEY . . . I had AP classes to worry about. SRY so short. I'm still working on this too . . .gomen.

Disclaimer:okay . . . sure


Part 2 - A Mundane Beginning

Crash.

Creak.

Pow.

Clatter.

"Oomph!"

Naraku looks up from his homework. What . . . was that? Closing the small book, placing it on his bed, and crawling off the chair, Naraku walked out of his room. Pushing it open slightly, he looked around. Stepping out into the hallway, Naraku walked out of the hallway and towards the living room. There was nothing here. Shrugging, Naraku turned back around towards his room only to stop in his tracks once his eyes caught a glimpse of something . . . disturbing.

Slowly and praying silently, Naraku turned to the kitchen that was next to the living room. What he met was something he knew trouble was spelled out. Loudly at that when the person he's staring at right now was Kagome. "Kagome . . . what are you doing?" He just had to ask, already knowing the answer.

Her blue eyes met with his in surprise. "Niisan . . . eh . . . uh . . . This not what it looks like!" She exclaims suddenly.

In the kitchen, Kagome was holding a knife. Red stuff was on and that red stuff was on Kagome's apron. Pots pans, knives, spoons, and a chair was scattered next to her. Naraku took a step forward . . .

"Matte! Stop!" She said swinging the knife around. He reached for her suddenly, a little concerned with the knife.

"Don't swing that around baka!" He yelled at her.

She quickly hid the knife behind her back. "Put the knife down Kagome," Naraku said cautiously.

She quickly pulled it out again, but this time. . His eyes widen as she sliced her finger with it. Naraku, forgetting Kagome's warning, ran towards her. That was his folly as a bag of flour fell from the counter's edge and straight on his head. He stopped in his tracks as his right eye twitched slightly. "Mou! Naraku-niisan! That prank was for Kikyou-neesan!" Kagome exclaimed, pointing at him with her bleeding finger.

Naraku gritted his teeth together. Onigumo's going to have his head for this. Ignoring the flour prank, he marched towards Kagome. Grasping her wrist, he lifts her finger for him to see. "Baka. Didn't I tell you to stop this war with Kikyou-imouto already?" He asked angrily as he grabbed a bandage from his pocket. He always has a spare just in case Kagome pulls something stupid again. Lo and behold, she did!

Kagome pouted as he glared in return. "Demo . . . Kikyou was mean to me and if I keep letting her do it, she's going to get meaner!" Kagome exclaimed indignantly.

Naraku sighed and pulled Kagome from the kitchen and into the living room. Setting her on the couch, Naraku crushed her head with his fist. "You're only making trouble for me baka!" He hits her head again.

The blue-eyed girl glared at him, but because of her age, it didn't come out the way she want it. It was a mix between pout and concentration. It's kawaii all the same though. Naraku sighed again. He's too young for this! The Kikyou and Kagome war has to end for Kami's sake! Two weeks at holding a grudge towards one another is not healthy for twins.

Naraku sat down next to Kagome and placed his hands behind his head before leaning against the couch. Stupid Kagome, going to get me in trouble again! Damn stupid war. They're just babies who like to hold grudge. And why the hell am I in the middle of this bickering?

"Niisan, mitte."

He turned to Kagome and blinked. She had flour under her nose and on her chin. "Hohoho . . . Marry Christmas," she said trying to sound like Santa.

Naraku smirked. Lifting his hand on his head, Naraku rubbed for the flour to absorb on his hand. Placing them on Kagome's face, he starts to smear it so it would cover her whole face. The red substance on her apron would be good enough to fake it for blood. Jumping off the couch, Naraku grabbed Kagome's hand.

"What are we doing niisan?" She asked.

Naraku laughs lightly towards Kagome before grinning at her. "Prank Kikyou of course. You said you wanted to right?" He asked. Unbeknownst to Kagome, his eyes were gleaming.

Kagome, too innocent to realize the hidden meaning grinned. "Hontou ni?" She asked, excited now.

Naraku nodded. As they reached the kitchen, Naraku crouched down. The knives that were scattered on the ground were the perfect scenery. Grabbing the knife with tomato juice on it, Naraku used his finger and wiped the knife a little. Gesturing for Kagome to come closer, Naraku placed his finger on Kagome's cheek. The ketchup made a false blood.

"Kay down here Kagome," he instructed Kagome.

She smiled and lay down.

"You know how Sanchiro puppy Kerimon died?" Naraku asked.

Kagome took on a sorrowful look. "Hai . . ." She whispered dejectedly.

Naraku smiled sadly at the memory. Shaking his head, Naraku positioned Kagome. "Pretend that you're like Kerimon okay?" He asked.

Kagome smiled at Naraku and did as he told. "Stay like that until I say it's okay . . . okay?" He asked.

She nodded.

Naraku smiled. Lifting the pan on the ground, Naraku smashed it on the floor. It clanged loudly, resonating through the whole house.

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Crash!

Kikyou looked up from her earphones. Closing her friend's mp3 player, Kikyou lifted herself from the futon and walked towards the door. Opening it slightly, Kikyou watched as Tousan sleepily walked over to the commotion. Curiously, Kikyou walked behind tousan to know what that loud noise was.

Her tousan suddenly stopped in front of the kitchen. Kikyou peeked behind tousan to see Naraku pointing at something with a horror-stricken gaze. Kikyou frowned at this. Usually, niisan was pretty aloof. What happened, she wondered. "K-Kagome?" Her tousan asked shakily.

Kikyou furrowed her eyebrow and almost glared at her that name. Stupid twin. "Kagome!" Tousan yelled before running towards something on the ground. Onigumo crouched down. "Oh Kami, please be okay. Please be okay," Onigumo silently prayed. Once he turned around, Kikyou's eyes widen at the bundle in his arms. Kagome lay there with blood all over her clothes. She turned to the knife Naraku held.

"Wait a minu-"

Naraku quickly placed a hand over tousan's mouth. Though, Kikyou didn't notice any of this. She was looking at her twin, the person with the exact same face as her.

Walking slowly to the bundle in Onigumo's arm, Kikyou reached out for Kagome. "Imouto . . ." She whispered, "Kagome." A tear fell from her eyes and onto Kagome. "Gomen nasai imouto! I didn't mean to do the things I did to you! Kagome-chan!" Kikyou wailed. She shook her head. "Onegai, wake up Kagome! I'm really sorry! I only bullied you because you lost the teddy bear I gave you! I'm really over it now! Kagome, don't die!" Kikyou yelled as she embraced Kagome's small and silent form. "Gomen nasai!"

Suddenly, laughter erupted from Naraku. "Kagome, it's alright now." Naraku cracked silently. "Get up now," he said.

Get up?

Kagome stirred in tousan arms as she turned to look at her sobbing twin. "Neesan? Gomen, I didn't mean to lose the teddy bear. I really didn't!" She exclaimed. Kagome suddenly became tearful. "Bullies took it away from me and threatened to hurt you if they didn't get it!" She exclaimed. "I had to lie that I lost it so you guys wouldn't worry!"

Naraku and Onigumo's eyes widened at this. Naraku glared at Kagome. "When was this?" Their niisan asked in a dangerously cold voice.

Kagome and Kikyou ignored them as they begin to talk. "K-Kagome-chan!" Kikyou exclaimed as her tears fall from her cheek, sobbing. Grabbing Kagome with small arms, Kikyou embraced the girl out of relief. "You didn't die!"

Kagome hiccupped and hugged Kikyou back. "Go-gomen for worrying you. I-It was Naraku-niisan's idea!" She confessed.

Kikyou knew Kagome wouldn't be smart enough to pull something like this. She turned a hateful glare to her niisan, vowing to beat him up after this. Onigumo glared at his son disapprovingly. Naraku wasn't sure which to be afraid of most; his tousan's power or Kikyou's anger. Turning away, Naraku edged towards the door as he felt their lingering glare in the back of his head.

For now, he's got a bone to pick with those so-called bullies Kagome claimed. Trying to land punches on his imouto while he was sick now did they? They're going to pay for picking a fight with the Senukihoi family.

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Kikyou looked at the clock near the night stand. Where are Naraku and Kagome anyway? Once they found out Naraku had disappeared a while after talking, Kagome went off to search for their niisan. Onigumo was the worse right now. He was pacing in front of her, ready to burn the floor under his feet. He keeps muttering about "ingrate", "baka", or sometimes the usual "such an effin' hassle". Of course Kikyou didn't understand the term, but she knew he's about to die of being worried.

The door can be heard opening as a distance bark was heard. Afterwards, a slam and a door scratching sound were next. Onigumo and Kikyou looked at each other before running towards through the hall towards the front door. Kagome and Naraku leaned against the door, panting and placing a hand over their chest. Their clothes were dirtied and ripped from places and their long hair was disheveled. Kikyou gasped and Onigumo's jaw dropped.

"The hell . . ." Onigumo muttered in disbelief. "Kikyou hayaku. Get the first aid kit."

Snapping out of her trance, Kikyou nodded and ran towards the bathroom.

Naraku and Kagome was picked up and placed on the couch. "What happened to you two?" Onigumo asked.

Kagome grinned and to Onigumo's horror, she was missing a tooth! "Kagome!" He exclaimed.

"I defended niisan from," Kagome thrust four fingers toward Onigumo, "FIVE bullies."

Naraku caught his breathe before Onigumo could yell at him. "Oi! I didn't even need your help! Because of you, I wasn't able to concentrate about beating them up. It's your fault we're like this!" He finished.

Onigumo sucked in his breathe, ready to yell at them only to be stopped by the other twin. "Bakas!" She exclaimed. "What makes you two think that you'll be able to defend yourself. Kagome! Why did you run off and NARAKU! YOU! THE BUTHER OF ALL PEOPLE!" Kikyou was turning red. "You should know better! Now Kagome's esposed to fighting!" She exclaimed panting by now.

She shoved the first aid kit towards Onigumo as she walked up to the two. She smacked Kagome in the head that Onigumo knew will leave a mark. Soon, she poked a finger on Naraku's chest who sucked in his breathe from wheezing out. They deserve it, Onigumo must admit. Soon, she was lecturing Naraku how to be an older brother and Kagome how to behave herself. Onigumo sighed as he placed a hand on Kikyou's head.

Kikyou was red in the face and he feared if he let her continue her rant, she would explode. Onigumo lifted Kikyou up and place her to the side as he crouched down to Kagome and Naraku's level. He sighed. "Since Kikyou has already given her lungs out for you guys, I'm assuming I don't have to," he said calmly. They look petrified after Kikyou's small lecture. "You two shouldn't involve yourself in fights. It'll only lead to more fire and fires are hard to extinguish."

"Demo . . . Don't you know how to fight otousan?" Kagome asked innocently.

"Well yes, to defend myself of course."

"But weren't you in fight with the manager of the porno magazine over something and put him to the hospital?" Naraku asked, looking at him with suspicion. "That's why we're not able to pay for much of rent here because you got fired?"

Onigumo coughed as a blush covered his face. "You see!" He slapped his knee. He coughed to get rid of the blush from his cheeks. "This is what violence led us and you three do want a better house right?"

"Hai," they said simultaneously.

"Then don't cause unnecessary violence," he said to them in a warm tone.

"Then teach us martial arts!" Kagome exclaimed excitedly.

"But I ju-"

"It's not for violence. It's to defend ourselves just in case those bullies come and pick on Kagome again. This time, she wouldn't have to give her Kikyou's teddy again," Naraku said logically.

"Hai!" Kagome exclaimed, joy written all over her face.

Fuck . . .

He knew someday that this will bite him in the ass one day. He had always hated karma and knew the reason why now.