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8:37 PM, MONDAY, APRIL 26, 6118 AD, V.E.O. ACADEMY, NEO TOKYO, JAPAN

Pounding came from one remote section of the Main Workshop, along with a few sparks. A tall figure was bent over something there—a piece of metal about twelve feet long and five feet wide. To the side was a piece metal about three feet wide and sturdy, curved in an arch.

Over the worktable were pinned several sketches and diagrams of what the metal was going to become. Already Inuyasha was getting close—all it would take was some cutting and shaping now. The design had been the hard part, along with all the calculations.

Footsteps thudded in through the door, and Miroku's voice cheerily called, "Hey, Inuyasha, I'm teaching Kagome how to play our version of Poker! Wanna join in?"

"Can't," he replied, not even glancing up. "I may be done with this by the end of the week if I do enough tonight."

Miroku glanced at the plans, then at the metal, and grinned, then walked out. It was a good thing that breakfast started at nine—Inuyasha was going to be working late on this, and he'd need all the sleep later that he could get.

A fountain of sparks spurted up, falling in a shower around the boy, bent over in concentration.

9:23 AM, SATURDAY, MAY 1, 6118 AD, V.E.O. ACADEMY, NEO TOKYO, JAPAN

Kagome let out a long sigh as she stepped out of the transportation shaft, having finished her breakfast early and going to her room; they had Saturdays and Sundays to themselves. She hadn't been able to fly for the past week while the DA-001 was being repaired; she was only glad that it was reparable. Inuyasha's ship hadn't fared as well, but Kaede had said that they'd have another assigned to him fairly soon.

Word had circulated around the school about the prior week, from her inability to fly what she had now named the 'Simulator-Hell-Beast-Machine' to the transition from the Simulator-Hell-Beast-Machine to the DA-001, proving that she actually could fly; word had gotten around of just about everything. No one had spit at her, but no one was calling her names anymore, either.

That was helped by the fact that, while they weren't exactly giggling over the latest gossip, she and Inuyasha weren't at each other's throats anymore. They'd been willing to see how far she'd let them push her; they weren't going to push him if they could help it.

She let herself into her dorm, rubbing her shoulder. She'd slept on it funny, and it was a bit sore, but she just had to loosen it up.

Kagome padded down the hall, glancing out the window of the living room, turned to head to her bedroom, and stopped, looking at the living room again.

There, on the table, glistened about thirteen feet of shining, feather-light steel. Stunned, she walked over and lifted it up, finding two straps on either side of the curved metal part that connected the two main pieces. It was a glider, unlike any she'd ever seen.

It was when she propped it up and examined one wing, still absolutely amazed, that she found it was cut in an unusual way. An idea began to form in her mind, and she set it on the couch, stepping back to get a better look at it.

There was no denying it. Grooves running in a distinct pattern, the edges—The way it was shaped—

Someone had made her wings.

Inuyasha stood on the ground, watching, and Kagome teetered on the edge of the roof, nervous and not knowing he was watching. She was holding tightly onto the straps, stomach fluttering, and part of her screamed that she needed to get back inside and on firm ground, while the other part was insisting she take the plunge.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, opened them, and jumped.

Inuyasha could see her much better than she could see him, and he would always remember that look on her face: the brief uncertainty and surprise as her feet left anything solid.

Kagome looked down, seeing the ground so far beneath her, then up at the clear sky, and realized she was flying.

It only took a moment for memories to begin rushing back.

Inuyasha watched her slowly float to ground, the look on her face astonished and eyes huge in her face. The second her foot touched the ground, she whirled to face him, looking as if she'd discovered fire. Before he could ask what was going on, she blurted out, "I remembered something! Come on!"

She had seized his wrist and was hauling him into the school, the glider slung over her shoulder, before he could so much as blink. "You found me under the Scanner Level, right?"

"Yeah—mind explaining what's happening, Kagome?!"

She yanked him into the transportation shaft, tersely barking, "Scanner Level!"

"Off limits," chimed a voice. "Closed for repairs."

"Override it," she snapped, putting a hand to the circuit board. A few electrical sparks crackled out, and after a second they moved down.

"Kagome—what—"

"We don't have time!" They burst into the empty level, the gaping hole still in the ground, and Kagome hesitated for a second, then jumped in.

"Kagome!" Inuyasha was forced to drop in after her, even though she'd let go of his arm—what was she doing, just throwing herself down there like that?

She landed neatly, thanks to the glider, and folded it up, unhooking one end of each strap and then clipping them together over her shoulder so the glider would stay secured to her back. The Preservex—that was what they were called—loomed in the distance, atop a huge pile of rubble. It had filled with the preserving vapors and activated again, though no one had touched it.

She clambered up the heap of concrete and dust, Inuyasha right behind her, and stumbled to the top, punching the round green button. The vapors were released, the panel sliding open, and she waited until the chamber had cleared, then stepped inside.

There it was: the satchel.

"Kag—Kago—Take—keep it—safe—"

She lifted it up, carefully cradling it in her arms, and peered inside to find the seven spheres inside, glowing slightly.

"Kagome, what is that?" Inuyasha asked from behind her.

She turned, showing him the contents, a grin on her face. It was then that Kagome seemed most dangerous—when she knew something he didn't, and she knew how to use it. "This," she said slowly, "is why Naraku wants to kill me."

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