A/N: Okay, new chapter. I hope you liked the last one. And I thank you for the reviews. They are much appreciated.

I've been taking to writing this story in my notebook and this chapter's been in there for well over two weeks, but I was too lazy to type it up. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Inuyasha doesn't belong to me, otherwise it might have ended some time ago I'm afraid.

Chapter 6

Undiscovered

"You what?" Yura exclaimed in shock.

"I met with the reciever," repeated Kagura, repositioning another stolen stamp. "And I went through a lot of trouble getting it to him."

"So you met this guy. Was he, like, old and creepy or something?"

"If you judge by appearances, he was quite young. Had a fair face too," she admitted blandly.

Yura's eyes widened with interest.

"Was he cute? What was he like? How was his hair?"

Over the short period of their time together, Kagura had discovered her temporary co-worker had an unhealthy (and rather creepy) obsession with hair. Moreso in the case of the opposite sex.

Kagura carefully chose not to give too much information about her meeting and kept her description of her junior godfather as vague as possible, which was proving to be quite difficult with all the questions Yura was sure to be asking.

"Yura, you have this demonic crazy obsession with hair don't you?" she asked. "I'm pretty sure the matter of his hair isn't completely relevent."

Yura's eye twitched and she offered Kagura a red-lipstick grin. "Yup. But be warned, you cannot keep secrets from me."

Yura stood, deciding to take a break and walked over to pour herself a warm drink. Kagura idly fanned herself, even though the weather was a bit chilly.

She carried the fan with her everywhere, discovering that it conducted the wind like a baton wherever she willed it to blow. It was both and exciting and frightening at the same time. To discover she had such power was amazing, but to discover she also had the power to kill was a whole different story. With a flick of her wrist, she was now able to slice through the trunks of three large trees.

She felt powerful, but she also felt dangerous.

From across the room, Yura cursed as she dropped her sterophome cup on the floor, the last one left.

And with a flick of her middle finger, the cup jumped and landed in her outstretched hand. Kagura was astonished.

"Y-you're... what did you do?"

Yura squeaked and dropped the cup again.

"Ahahaha... whoops," she laughed pathetically. "You didn't see that did you?"

"Yura, are you...?"

"A demon? I take it you understand now?" Yura replied calmly.

Kagura stopped. "What are you talking about?"

"That you're a demon. Youkai," said Yura.

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"It's pretty obvious. What with those eyes of yours, see?" Yura pulled out her mirror from her pocket and held it up for Kagura. "Too vivid to be any human shade. And your youki feels pretty powerful, yeah?"

"Yura, why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't know. That was obvious too. And you probably would have thought I was crazy. When I said I needed one of my kind around, you didn't react at all." She bent down and picked up her cup. "A lot of demons today don't even know what they are. Some don't even find out before they die."

"Wouldn't... wouldn't someone - like their parents - tell them about those kind of things?" asked Kagura.

Yura shrugged. "We're scared to. Most of us tell our kids, but there's a handleful of those that abandon their children 'cause they're too busy hiding or can't afford to take care of kids. It's really hard to keep our powers surpressed, you know? I guess some demons feel it would be safer if they didn't tell their kids at all."

Kagura sighed. "Well that explains it. My father left and I never had a family to fill me in on anthing."

Yura covered her mouth.

"Sorry. I don't have one either."

Kagura smiled. "It's okay. The father I had wasn't a father at all.

They walked back to their desks, deciding to take an extended break. There was much to talk about.

"I never knew my mother. I don't even know what she looked like since Naraku never kept any pictures," Kagura admitted as she began her story after much prodding and whining from Yura.

"Naraku didn't act like a parent at all. I rarely saw him so I can't remember exactly what he looked like, only that he was young and dark and terrifying. I think I had a hard time sleeping. I couldn't, knowing that he might come home and stay in the room just next to mine."

Yura listened intently as Kagura continued.

"We lived in a big empty house. It was so dark. It had only three windows. He said he didn't want anything getting in, but I think what he really wanted was nothing getting out. I asked him about things but he only gave me vague answers since he could barely remember anything himself."

"Then one day he left and never came back."

Yura frowned. "Oh... what happened after that?"

"I stayed home and waited," continued Kagura, "There was no food so a lay in bed and drank water until I nearly starved. It must have been almost a week before anyone came by to get me. The man didn't say where my father went, but he did tell me that I couldn't stay there anymore. So he shipped me across the country to a boarding school and orphanage where I stayed for six years."

"One of my teachers took me in and... things started happening that I couldn't explain. My caretaker died in a subway accident after that."

"I'm sorry," said Yura.

Kagura snorted. "I'm not."

Yura shuffled her feet.

"I've lived by myself for a while, ever since I was small, but I got by because of my ability with hair."

Yura grinned and wiggled her slender fingers. "I'm an excellent theif."

She demonstrated to prove her point by plucking a pen from its container and sliding it down the path of her invisible string. Kagura found it amazing, feeling slightly envious that she didn't have stealthy powers to help her shop lift.

"Then I met Kouga on the street when I was stealing some earrings from a jewelry store. He said it was pretty cool but that I shouldn't be stealing. We talked after that and he got me a job here."

Kagura nodded. It was quite similar to how she met Kouga. She'd been drawing spirals in her notebook with her marker in art class when he approached her and commented about her eyes being unique. It was random, yes, but after a cup of hot choclate together, Kouga soon became her first friend.

When she told Yura this, Yura laughed in reply.

"I think Kouga has a thing of random acquaintances, yeah? I bet that's how he met Ayame, his fiance." She lowered her voice in a deeper tone, immitating Kouga. "'Hey, babe. Yer hot. Lets shack up and get married.'"

Kagura snorted. "Maybe, but he says it's just practice. He needed help to ask the girl he like out on a date for some time, but that was before they got engaged."

"I like his fiance," said Yura, "It's nice to know that there's someone to tie that wolf down."

Kagura was a bit surprised, for Yura used the same nickname she had chosen to give him.

"Kouga... I met him maybe two years ago," said Kagura. "I found it weird when he told me my eyes looked special. I thought he was hitting on me so I called him a loser and told him to get lost."

Yura laughed. "That was probably 'cause he thought you were a demon too."

"He's a demon then?" Kagura asked in shock.

"Of course! How else do you think he runs so fast?"

"That's true," agreed Kagura. Kouga was champion of the track team and was known for breaking all the school records without breaking a sweat.

"Us demons never really do much with our powers," said Yura. "It's best to surpress them or stay hidden. It's hard for the ones without human forms. If they're unlucky, they end up locked in zoos with keepers that wonder why they outlive all the staff members."

Kagura took all of this information in. It was clear she still had a lot to learn about herself, and of the ones around her.

It was cold when Kagura bid Yura farewell and headed home. The street lights were already on and the sun already set, early due to the winter season.

A frozen flake of white landed on Kagura's cheek chilling her face. Kagura looked up. It had begun to snow, she realized with joy. The frosty wind made her shiver, but somehow, not matter what the condition, she could not bring herself to deny the pleasure she felt whenever the wind blew.

She walked on, a smile on her face, though she wished she brought along her gloves.

Sticking her hands in her pockets, she sniffed and fisted them beneath the fabric of her jeans to generate heat.

A shuffling before he caught her attention and she looked up to find a man approaching form around the corner. He also had his hands in his pockets, his head covered by the hood of his grey sweater beneath a black leather jacket.

He was apparently in a bad mood because when he approached a trash bin, he kicked it over, watching it fall with a loud thud and its contents spilling over onto the street. He continued on to vent his frustration on something else, when Kagura walked by. Kagura, who was intent on staring at the cement of the sidewalk as she passed, collided with his shoulder since he apparently didn't have the courtesy of moving out of the way for her to pass. Kagura was knocked back a few steps.

"Ow," she said, rubbing her shoulder.

"Watch where you're going," the man hissed, and proceeded on.

"Gaylord," Kagura muttered in reply.

The man stopped and turned around. He caught heard her muttered insult and it was obvious that he wasn't about to let it slide. Kagura wondered what she should do. She slipped her hand into her coat, feeling the end of her fan nervously.

The man's long hand reached out and grasped her shoulder so hard, the pressure of his fingertips felt as if claws were digging into her skin.

"What did you call me, woman?" asked the man in a scathing tone.

Kagura turned around to throw off his hand, but he held fast. "Let. GO!"

Her red eyes glared at him and she grasped the arm hold her, trying to pry it off of her. The man's gaze locked with hers and Kagura found herself staring into a pair of amber-gold eyes.

The man gasped.

"Kagura?... You're... you're alive?"