Title: Genkai's Daughter

Author: Kage Otome

Rating: M (for Violence)

Pairing: Kuronue/Kagome/Kurama

Beta: None

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho

Warning: There is violence in this chapter.

Dedication: Kagomes Kit, Thank you for your enthusiastic PM, and encouraging me to write!

A/N: Okay, I know your probably all having a fit (well those of you still reading this) but to be honest I kind of got caught up in real life and my own laziness/forgetfulness. But I will try to update more, at least regularly. I do intend on finishing this before the year is out. Jury is out on any of my other stories.

I have also noticed while rereading this my style has changed and for some reason Quotations and line breaks did not show up, I'll go back and fix that...eventually. I also intended on revising it, but decided to just go with how it is-I do not wish to prolong your suffering, as you've waited several years for this...So without further ado...

Last Chapter:

"Kill the koumori."

"Why do you protect him?" Goshinki growled.

Pausing herself she looked baffled.

"...I-I don't know."

Genkai's Daughter

Chapter 20: Forget Me Not

"Tell me, Kagome. Why did you interfere with Goshinki's mission?"

Confused, pained eyes met Naraku's cool, almost disinterested orbs as she shifted uncomfortably.

"I...I don't know. I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me." A bead of sweat trailed down her face, as pain throbbed behind her eyelids, her head spinning as nausea threatened to overwhelm her.

"Kagome, Kagome..." Naraku crooned affectionately, deceptively, stroking her cheek. "Don't worry. Just rest."

"But...I..." She faltered, wavering as blackness ate at her vision.

"We'll take care of it."

'We?' Kagome thought blearily before her body gave into the throbbing pain in her head.

The form of a person lay deathly still, curled up in the thick comforter in the center of a large bed. Sweat slicked down their face, matting long dark locks to their skin as they abruptly began to convulse and shake. Shooting up with a screech bloodshot-violet eyes snapped open as shaking hands shot to his chest, covering his heart.

"Kuronue?"

He shuddered, taking in several shaky breaths before responding to the call of his name.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like shit."

He took another raspy breath.

"What do you want Youko?"

Youko cautiously approached his old partner. Standing beside the bed, he shifted minutely the only outward sign of any discomfort. Kuronue didn't even notice, keeping his eyes closed as his mind and heart warred within him. One telling him that his Kagome was gone, and the other telling him that she was still there, that she was still fighting. He clenched his hands in the comforter, desperately hoping his heart was right.

"I'm just concerned for your wellbeing."

Kuronue finally glanced at Youko.

"Your concern is unnecessary." He bit out.

Youko frowned.

"We need to talk." Kuronue stubbornly turned his head.

"For our friendship, and for Kagome." Kuronue turned back a snarl half-formed on his face, fist clenched and ready to fly.

"Don't...Don't you dare talk to me about Kagome you..."

"I know you love her, and I respect that. I also have feelings for her. I've never felt such a thing before her... I know they may not be as intense as yours yet. If I'm being honest, I don't want to let these feelings I've begun to develop for her go. But if you ask me to I will step aside." Youko stated, gold eyes serious.

Kuronue looked at his old friend, really looked at him-the dark marks under his eyes, he was sure matched his own. The tense features and almost slumped posture so unnatural on the usually confident and proud fox. Kuronue unclenched his fist.

"...No." Youko's brow furrowed. "I won't ask you to do that."

"I won't be the one to tell you what to feel, and you shouldn't be saying anything like this." Kuronue shook his head, "If you're really willing to just give up on her because of what I say...you shouldn't be pursuing a relationship with her anyway."

"I love her Youko." Kuronue's voice had steadily grown stronger, now firm and more like himself, eyes alit with something deep, stirring the fire. "And I have every intention of bringing her back. This time, I won't give in to my own fears-and I won't let her give into hers. I'm not going to pretend it's not love. I'm going to show her, I'm going to prove to her-what we have is real."

"And how do you plan on doing that with her memories altered and replaced?" Another deeper voice queried from the doorway as Sesshoumaru entered the room, eyes intense.

Two pairs of eyes turned to the intruding male. Kuronue was silent for a moment, before he answered, a certain clarity shining in violet orbs.

"Because her heart remembers."

Kanna was the void. She lived as nothingness for the past 500 years. She did not mind, she did not feel and this did not bother her. Her only purpose was to serve her master. So she did as told and tended to the young half-demon, currently quite sickly and deteriorating by the minute. She felt not pity or empathy; she did not feel anything, as was her nature. She simply continued her work, carefully patting her feverish forehead with cool cloths, making sure to keep her patient hydrated with water every now and then.

Even when her brother showed up, silently stalking into the room she continued her silent vigil. He was not a threat to her, or her patient. She simply sat staring blankly, a perfect nothingness that she embodied so well.

"Kanna."

Much had changed over the past five hundred years, she mused apathetically, and yet much had still stayed the same. She answered her brother's unspoken question, careful not to mention Kagome's earlier escapades, as per Naraku's orders.

"Kagome is ill."

If Hakudoshi had been a younger male he'd have been tempted to roll his eyes at the obviousness of her bland answer.

"She was fine when I left a few hours ago." Hakudoshi bit out his patience wavering.

"Under unknown circumstances, she fell ill a few hours ago." Kanna stated simply.

Unaware of what transpired earlier in the evening with the Koumori, Hakudoshi watched from the shadows as his mate-to-be tossed and turned, pain etched on her pale, sallow features. Frowning he turned away, leaving the room intent on reporting back to Toguro. It wouldn't do to have his mate suffering from ill side effects of the spell. Despite now having her affection centered on him, it simply wouldn't do if she fell ill as a result of the spell. This would undoubtedly delay their mating. As it was he would not be placated until she was marked and claimed as his forever.

"She is ill?"

"Yes." Hakudoshi frowned clearly displeased. "You did not say the spell would have such effects on her."

Toguro remained unaffected, unconcerned for the moment.

"It's not a common spell, there is no way to have known the severity of the side effects. The illness is most likely temporary. Isn't that right Tsubaki?"

Slinking out of the shadows the kuro miko practically purred as she made her way to the younger Toguro's side.

"That's right. She is probably suffering from simply side effects, perhaps also from the effect of my shikigami." Tsubaki smirked, petting the shikigami hebi(1) draped across her shoulders.

Hakudoshi grit his teeth and narrowed his eyes.

"So...? How long will she be like this?"

Tsubaki shrugged haughtily, flipping her long pale hair over her shoulders, "The weak girl will probably take a week or so to recover."

"Do you have an issue with my daughter, Tsubaki?" Toguro's voice was cold, not giving away any suspicions he had that she may have had a hand in her illness.

Tsubaki turned dark, lustful eyes on Toguro, the man who could potentially persuade his brat of a daughter to give her the eternal youth and immortality she desperately craved. All without the need to consume any more demons, and once again she would be unstoppable, unsurpassable. Once the little brat recovered they could begin to use the near limitless power of the Shikon through the Shikon's carrier. A sneer formed over Tsubaki's features, it would figure that the Shikon would reemerge in a filthy half-breed resembling that talentless Kikyo.

Toguro's eyes narrowed behind the shades perched on his nose.

"I will not repeat myself."

Snapping out of her thoughts, she smiled sauntering sultrily up to him, running a perfectly manicured finger down his chest.

"Of course, I have no issue with your daughter. I am simply eager to get on with our business."

From his nearby perch the elder Toguro grinned almost manically, eyes connecting with the still present Goshinki's. Goshinki shivered, for even he was disturbed by the thoughts he was picking up. Carefully averting his eyes, the large purple demon stood still as a statue, having no desire to anger the elder Toguro.

As the younger Toguro brother exited the room, the simpering weakling kuro miko following after like a leech the elder Toguro made his way to Goshinki.

"I believe that woman has served her purpose." He cackled, "Ensure that she does not become a threat to my beautiful niece."

Silent figures moved through the forest of Makai, the sound of their feet just barely touching the ground inaudible to most ears. They had a brief and somewhat shaky plan on what they were going to do. Right now, they were following the sharp splintering cracks of bones breaking and bloodcurdling screams. While this may not have necessarily been the most unusual thing to hear in Makai the rise of holy power, tainted as it was still sung and snapped at their youkai bodies.

Slowing their approach, the figures fanned out, moving to encircle the area and get a better read on the target. Sharp violet eyes examined the area, with an almost clinical detachment. Blood stained the ground and the trees. All seemed to almost taste the impending death on the wind, leaning towards the small pale figure snarling and screaming while impaled on a tree branch.

"Do you see, Goshinki?" Elder Toguro mocked the large, downed form of Goshinki, "This is how you are supposed to get rid of her."

Goshinki growled, his body seizing up as the last of the Sutra's power burned away at his skin even as the remaining denizens summoned by the woman and her cursed eye tore away at his flesh. The elder Toguro watched in hidden glee-there was no better way to leave no evidence of misdeeds then to eliminate all other parties involved.

Using his Bu-Tai(2), the Elder Toguro's fingers elongated as he took sadistic pleasure in stabbing the felled Tsubaki repeatedly, delighting in the fresh spray of blood. After the failed attempt to defend herself, too weak to do anything Tsubaki grinned ferally even as she felt her life slip away. Chanting under her breath she summoned the last of her power, with a sharp snap of her unbroken right arm she sent the last of her power on a crash course with the older Toguro.

'Pathetic worm.' She thought with glee. 'If I should die I'll take this useless, treacherous demon with me!'

The elder Toguro almost giggled. The foolish woman! He simply used his Bu-Tai to completely avoid the attack, as it passed him by she let out an enraged scream, even as he continued taunting her, lashing out with his arm (now a sword). He heard a howl of pain, then its abrupt end sharply indicating that Tsubaki's last efforts had indeed destroyed the weakened Goshinki, who unfortunately simply could not avoid the attack. It was even better than he had originally planned!

Feeling his brother's approach he sighed almost mournfully, quickly inflicting a series of deep claw like marks onto her limp body.

"Sorry, my dear, I had wanted to play a little more but it seems our time is up."

Tsubaki weakly raised her head, eyes burning hatred and malice. As she opened her mouth to say something, her eyes widened just as the swing of Toguro's blade-like arm took her head in one quick swipe. Blood gushed and spewed from her neck, where her head had once been showering the clearing in a grotesque red waterfall. Her decapitated head rolled to a stop in front of the Elder Toguro who picked it up and laughed, before tossing it unceremoniously to the side.

From positions around the clearing the up till now silent figures retained their vigil. They felt nothing for the dark miko, except perhaps a tad bit of pity that was quickly squashed in reminder that this miko had undoubtedly had a large part in the spell cast on their friend. At least one thing was certain. They were getting close to their goal.

Kuronue shifted in his perch some 100 meters away.

The younger Toguro made his way into the clearing where his elder brother had finished off the dark miko mere moments ago, expression blank and unreadable. Kuronue tilted his head to the side, furrowing a brow at their lowered voices. With a quick turn of speed, Kuronue dropped to the ground as a Naginata pierced the trunk of the tree where he had just been. Kuronue's eyes clashed with the slightly paler eyes of his enemy.

"Hakudoshi."

The pale haired boy sneered at him, eyes malicious and taunting.

"Well, if it isn't the weak little bat...come to steal my mate have you?"

Kuronue's eyes darkened and narrowed in rage.

"She is not your mate." Kuronue bit out.

Retrieving his weapon from the trunk of the tree with a casual flick of his wrist Hakudoshi leaped forward, intent on destroying the interloper eyes alight with wicked amusement.

"She will be." Hakudoshi laughed, "And there's nothing you can do about it."

Hazy blue eyes flecked with gold opened blearily, squinting at the glow from a nearby lamp as her head spun and throbbed angrily. With furrowed brows, Kagome tried to remember what happened and why she was feeling so horrible. Flashes of a tall, slender male-the koumori, hitting the wall and falling to the floor consumed her mind. The harsh beating of her heart against her chest as she watched, the actions of her body as she defended him.

Pressing her hand to her forehead, she began to massage her temples. Breathing in shakily she startled when a glass of water was pushed into her line of view. Turning pained eyes toward the pale female, she accepted the glass with a nod of thanks. Slowly, breathing deeply the ache in her mind began to ease, but another more profound ache deep in her heart took its place, settling heavily on her. Frowning she glanced down at her chest, wondering if perhaps she had been wounded or poisoned.

"You have been ill for several hours."

Kagome nodded, shaking the last vestiges of pain from her mind, intent on ignoring the throb of her heart that seemed to echo throughout her body unpleasantly.

"Where is Hakudoshi?"

Kanna stared blankly.

"I do not know."

Shifting from her prone position she rose on wobbly legs, steadying herself. Glancing at Kanna, the pale demon rose and departed with nary a word or a glance. Dread filled her; looking around rather disorientated she took a few calming breath's ignoring the chill of unease.

Grabbing a change of clothes she made her way to the indoor springs. Surely a bath would make everything feel better. Half an hour later, as she emerged from the springs cleansed, head cleared and aching muscles soothed she still could not place the cause for her unease. Dressed in a pair of loose sweatpants and plain black shirt she reclined on her bed, ignoring the kimono laid out for her use.

Closing her eyes, she began to ease into a relaxed meditative state. Suddenly a loud screech echoed throughout the area, causing her to shoot up in alarm. Eyes narrowed, ears alert for any noise she slipped from her bed and out of room through the open window.

Traveling some three miles from their 'hideaway' she encountered the source of the horrible screech. Lay dead before her were several hundred demons, and recently dead was a large bat demon. Her heart thudded away, clenching, contracting in her chest, sweat formed on her face as she rolled the demon over, and her heart eased. Looking around, she noted the fight going on several hundred meters away.

Her eyes narrowed it seemed those troublesome demons had attacked her mate-to-be. Snarling, she joined the fray just as-unnoticed two males slipped out of the area, Sesshoumaru and Genkai in hot pursuit. She carelessly threw the red headed wind user through a tree as she went to the aid of her mate, currently being attacked by the koumori and kitsune.

With a deep snarl of satisfaction, she twirled the kusarigama(3), lashing out and tearing a deep gash into the silvers back. Youko turned, instantly lashing out with his rose whip. Gold eyes widened as Kagome, deftly avoided and launched herself at him, using his surprise to her advantage, she threw him away from her mate-to-be into some nearby foliage. Spinning on her heel she launched herself at the koumori, intent on keeping him away from her stunned mate-to-be.

Kuronue, temporarily stunned did nothing as she approached, kusarigama poised to strike. At the last second he deflected her blade with his own sickle, briefly considering the irony that she was now attacking him with the weapon he taught her to use. Lashing out with a savage kick, he grunted before catching her leg and swinging her around into a tree, pinning her there while Hakudoshi was distracted with Touya and Yusuke.

"Kagome." He spoke firmly.

She growled.

"Kagome, look at me." She met his eyes, blue clashing with violet as he desperately tried to find any hint of the old Kagome in her.

"I know you remember me." He pressed himself closer to her, hands holding her wrists to the tree as his hips pinned her lower body. "Please," He murmured into her ear, pressing a soft kiss to the right side of her neck, "You have to remember. I need you."

"I love you." He whispered as his eyes closed and he pressed a soft, chaste kiss on her lips.

Kagome's eyes flickered, confused, lightening in color as flashes of the two of them together screened behind her eyes. Them in ningenkai, throwing snow at each other in winter, rolling and tussling through fields, lying curled together in the warmth of blankets. Image after image flew through her mind; soft affectionate touches and nuzzles, playful encounters, joking and laughing, the warmth of his face, of other faces streamed like a movie.

He watched desperate, as those lovely eyes filled with confused tears, welling up behind those blue orbs emotions filling her like a dam. He gasped in pained surprise as he was skewered from behind with Hakudoshi's Naginata. Glancing down at the right side of his chest where the blade stood shining, inches from piercing Kagome his eyes met hers even as he felt the blood well up and trickle down his chin; he smiled, because she was okay.

"I love you..." He murmured, pressing now bloody lips to her pale ones, he could see silent tears fall from her eyes. And as his eyes slipped close, he heard his angels voice, soft and pained breathe out his name.

"Kuronue..."

And the dam burst.

End of Chapter

A/N: So after a few years gone...*cough* not as long as I wanted it, but I'm working on the next chapter now. Please remember this story is kind of A/U with some canon elements. And any OOC is simply due to well that, and the fact that I wrote most of the story years ago and am currently going on with what I originally had planned for this. Though I think there may be some inconsistencies with earlier chapters, I will try my best.

1. The Shikigami Tsubaki summons comes as a serpent-like creature that could curse even the most pure of essences. In this story, it aided in the binding/replacing of Kagome's memories, as it kept her [and the Shikon inside her] subdued enough for the spell to be cast.

2. Bu-Tai-"Weapon Body" or Bodily Manipulation used by the Elder Toguro.

3. Kusarigama-"Chain Sickle" Kagome's weapon. Like what Kohaku uses.