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Chapter 28. Little Secret

They came to the front doors of the school. They were locked because of the intruder drill that had been put into affect when the principal was informed of the criminals. It was easy enough for Misan to send a little shock of lightning from the tips of her pointer and middle fingers (the kind Sesshomaru used to pull out the Black Pearl from Inuyasha's right eye) to unlock it. Tracy was even more amused at this action.

Misan and Tracy went down the hallway, to a staircase; and finally outside of Ms. Wiltern's room. Tracy lightly knocked on the door.

"Ms. Wiltern! It's me, Tracy Etler and Misan!" she yelled calmly.

There was some shuffling against the wall along with whispering. Ms. Wiltern was telling the class that was hiding along the wall so they couldn't be seen that she wasn't allowed to let anyone in in-case the intruder was right outside. Misan was soon irritated and grabbed the door handle. She used her demon strength to shove down on it and break the lock. There wasn't much resistance.

Tracy lightly pushed the door open. A few girls had screamed when they heard the handle break. The girl peaked her head into the door and saw the class huddled together.

'Everyone must have gone to class when the intruder lock-down was put into place,' Tracy told herself.

When the teenagers saw that it was just the two and their bodies became less tense. That was when Tracy put on her urgent act.

"Ms. Wiltern, Ms. Wiltern! While we were walking around out in the forest to hide, we found two dead bodies!"

Girls and boys began panicking. Of course, everyone thought the criminals were murderers. Well, they did kill Tracy, but now they are dead.

"I think that they were the criminals! One man had a knife and they both wore dirty old clothes and looked as if they had been in jail!" Tracy continued. At least that was the truth.

Ms. Wiltern called the principal who in turn called the cops, relating to them what Tracy had just told her. The police came immediately and when they saw the bodies, Lt. Shibbaglion, the one who had been trying to catch the criminals, had identified them as the guys.

Lt. Shibbaglion wished to talk to Misan and Tracy. they had quarantined the area, taken away the bodies, figured out as much as they were standing when killed, and had taken blood samples of the blood on the knife.

Tracy, as soon as it was possible, had thrown out her torn and blood-stained T-shirt into one of the garbages and grabbed one from the Lost and Found. School had proceeded on but Misan and Tracy had been excused. The volleyball game would be on, too. Misan put on her black sunglasses and hat again so when the lieutenant saw her, he wouldn't make a bid deal about it.

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Misan walked through the police station door, Tracy close behind. They were led into an interrogation room with a table, three chairs, and a tape recorder. The two took their seats and waited until a man in his early twenties came in with a business suit on. He took off his jacket and put it on the back of his chair. Strapped to him was a gun-sling with a hand pistol on the left. he settled himself into his chair.

"Hello, I am Lieutenant Shibbaglion. I am just going to ask you some questions about what you saw," he stated. "Now, first, what are your names?"

"I'm Tracy and this is Misan," Tracy pronounced politely.

"Okay. Second question: What exactly happened before, during, and after you found the bodies?"

"Well, before, it was lunch-time for all the eighth graders and we were walking around outside when the intruder lock-down was announced. We were by the edge of the forest when we heard rustling and so we cautiously went over to the noise. That was when we saw the bodies. One had a knife and both looked dirty, rugged, and as if they were on the run. Misan and I ran back to the school all the way to Ms. Wiltern's classroom and told them about it. she then called the principal who called the cops."

"Hmm . . . Don't you have anything to say, Miss Misan?" Shibbaglion directed to the quiet and hidden girl.

"There is no point in interrupting her story or reiterating something over again in a different context," Misan replied sagely and coldly while sounding absolutely bored . . . which she was.

"Can you at least take off your hat and sunglasses?"

"I could."

She made no move to remove them.

"Then why aren't you?"

"You asked whether or not I was capable of such an action and I answered," she said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Fine. May you take them off?"

Misan complied only because it seemed a hassle to argue with the fool. Lt. Shibbaglion saw her silver hair and soul-gazing golden eyes and was astonished that anyone could look like that.

"Are you albino?"

Anyone could detect the narrowing of her eyes at that remark.

"I am quite sure albinos have white hair, not silver. To answer your question, no."

"Alright, never mind. So, how did you feel when you realized there was a murderer close by?" he furthered his examination while getting back on topic and ignoring her beautiful and noble expression.

"Nothing. I have no reason to be afraid," she answered evenly, keeping eye-contact with him. She was so calm, she could get away with murder any day. That looked like a helpful trait for her at the moment.

"Really? Why not?" he asked curiously and skeptically.

"A professional fighter should trust their abilities enough to protect themselves with them."

"A professional fighter? Of what?"

"Swordplay, fist fighting, archery, and other things. I work as an expert trainer for swordsmanship. It would be hurtful to my pride if I was incapable of fighting two men with one knife."

"A swordsmanship trainer, really? I imagine you must work at a training center of some sort—"

"The dojo in Renton."

"Oh. I think I would like to visit there. Care to join me?" he asked the two. Yet it wasn't meant as an offer but a polite demand.

The three took his car all the way into Renton. By now, it was near the end of sixth period. Another half-hour, and the volleyball game would begin.

They reached the dojo. It was mostly empty. Only two trainers were there at the moment with four students. Mr. Fauntes sat in his chair overlooking the practice. He heard the glass door open and turned around to get a look at them. Robert paled a little when he saw Misan and, if possible, lost even more color when he spotted the police badge on Lt. Shibbaglion's jacket. Standing u, he sauntered over to the party of three.

"Misan! Friends, I hope!" he put on a fake smile for them.

"No, sir. We have come because Misan and Tracy found two bodies at school and Misan told me of her job so I decided to come see."

Misan walked past them, glancing back at Tracy with a "follow me" expression. Tracy hurried onto the mat behind Misan. The elder girl lifted a bow and quiver full of arrows.

"So, how good of a fighter is Misan?" inquired Shibbaglion to Fauntes as they watched her nock an arrow and release toward the target. It made a fast, straight hit onto the bull's-eye.

"Miss Higurashi? Oh, goodness, she's extraordinary! She fights with amazing and deadly grace. Her sword play is like an elegant dance where every stoke she makes is another lovely step in the dance. She herself is what we like to call a silver rose. Beautiful but its thorns cause such pain," he exulted her even more. She released another arrow with preciseness that struck the center of the target. Tracy watched in glee and awe.

"MISAN!" came a loud cry from behind them at the entrance. There stood Inuyasha, an infuriated look upon his face. Misan was done and put down her equipment calmly and quietly, not bothering to look or feel concerned about the fuming dog demon.

Lt. Shibbaglion was surprised to have seen another silver-haired, gold-eyed person. He definitely appeared to know Misan.

"Misan!" he yelled again, now right in front of her.

"What is it, dearest uncle?" Misan sneered like her father whenever he said "little brother."

"Uncle?" Shibbaglion asked.

"Yes. Inuyasha is her uncle even if they are only two years apart. He's a trainer here, as well. The both of them are extremely popular and whenever they are here on the weekend, the dojo is bustling with people bringing plenty of business!"

"Misan, I didn't have practice today because I have a football game tonight so I went to your school to see you play. When I got there, you were nowhere to be found so I came all the way over here! What were you thinking?!" he scolded.

"We were interrogated by Lt. Shibbaglion of the Seattle police force on two dead bodies on the school grounds," interjected Tracy.

"Two dead bodies?" Inuyasha asked suspiciously. His eyes hardened and he frowned, knowing Misan would not be able to keep in control for long.

"You may come to my volleyball game now, Inuyasha," Misan offered evenly. "Are you finished, Mr. Shibbaglion?" she quizzed the man observing her and Inuyasha.

"Huh? Oh, yes, I am," he came out of his daze.

"Good. I have a volleyball game I am already late to."

Lt. Shibbaglion, Misan, Tracy, and Inuyasha got into the car parked outside the dojo to Chief Kanim. When they parked, Misan stepped out of the car followed by Tracy who saw her brother waiting in front of the school. Rushing over to him, he let out one loud question.

"Tracy, where have you been?!"

"Matt, you know those two bodies some students discovered?"

"Yeah."

"That was me and Misan." She paused to let it take affect. "Anyway, Lt. Shibbaglion questioned us and everything and now Misan has a volleyball game to get to."

Misan led the way to the girls' locker room while Matt led Inuyasha and Shibbaglion through the front entrance of the gym. The demon girl changed into her spandex shorts, kneepads, sneakers, and varsity volleyball jersey.

When she got out into the gym, she set off to play. Originally, they had been losing but then Misan was put in and they won almost immediately.

Afterwards, Misan went to get ready to go.

"Come, Inuyasha," Misan monotonously ordered after she had gotten dressed again. Tracy stalked behind with a confused younger sixth grade brother. Lt. Shibbaglion did not further pursue the mysterious, stoic girl. No one stopped Misan from leaving early, either. Once outside, Misan had her back to Tracy, "Tracy, have your brother take the bus home."

"What?! What about Tra—" he was cut-off by a side-long withering glance from Misan. "O-okay."

While Matt got on the bus, Inuyasha, Misan, and Tracy went behind the school and out of sight. Misan surrounded them with a barrier (much to the shock of Inuyasha) that would make them invisible to all until the barrier was lifted. Misan picked Tracy up around her back and legs and jumped high up into the air. Inuyasha followed suit and the two leapt from treetop to treetop. She kept close to the bus Matt had gotten on until they reached Snoqualmie. Tracy gave further directions to her house. They sat on her front porch, now visible, waiting for Matt. His bus came and his facial expression became that of shock and surprise.

Tracy and Matt started bickering when they walked in through the front door but another voice overpowered them.

"WHERE HAVE YOU TWO BEEN?! YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN HOME TWO HOURS AGO!" a woman with light brown hair and blue eyes yelled at the top of her lungs.

Misan and Inuyasha walked into the house and Tracy's mother's stance altered form angered and worried to excitement and surprise. Misan and Inuyasha noted this and Inuyasha brushed it off but Misan kept it mind.

"Tracy, take us to your room," Misan requested.

Tracy complied and led the two up the stairs. The mother made no move to stop them. Inuyasha settled on the floor of Tracy's room and Misan remained tall and stoic. The young girl plopped onto her bed.

"Tracy, what are you interested in?" Misan asked while staring out the window. No one would have been able to tell she cared except for the softness in her voice.

"Me? Well, I really have always wanted to sword fight and all that. I like Japanese culture, history, and legends. My mom always tells stories about that to Matt and me. I have also been interested in demons."

"How did you know I was a demon?" Misan calmly questioned still looking out the window.

"I don't really know. When I saw your face after you brought me back (to life), I knew you weren't human."

"Hn." Misan quietly left the room. Inuyasha came up beside her and Tracy followed up in the rear. They went downstairs to find the mother observing and looking over a stack of papers. She looked up at her visitors. Without hesitation, she gave a low bow to the two. Inuyasha, Tracy, and Matt (who was still in the room with his mother) were utterly confused but Misan had already figured it all out. The moment she walked in, she could sense the spiritual aura around this woman.

"Why have you not taught her yet?" Misan simply asked.

"I was going to wait until she and her brother were a little older. I am deeply sorry if I have disappointed you," the mother apologized humbly.

"Mother?" Tracy glanced at her mother absolutely lost.

"It was careless and irresponsible for you to reject your duties of training her as a demon slayer and priestess as all of Sango and Miroku's descendants were entrusted to do. But no matter, I shall teach her," Misan concluded. "So . . . what happened to Yuuko and Muro?"

"Uncle Yuuko married long ago and has had many descendants since. he lives in China. My mother, Muro, did not wed until two centuries after you and your family enchanted the demons. She resides in England. I, Ellen, was born in 1783. Once my own training was done, I immigrated to America. the Civil War had ended only twenty-six years before but was in less conflict than it had been. It wasn't until 1987 that I married. It wouldn't be long for Tracy and Matt to realize that I wasn't aging nor was their father," Ellen bowed again. "I am glad to have met you, Princess Misan and Master Inuyasha."

Misan turned around, as did Inuyasha to stare Tracy straight in the eye.

"Tracy, I will be the one to train you in what you should have started learning years ago. You will learn to be an expert demon slayer and a reasonable priestess. You may follow me if you wish," Misan resolved.

"Of course! I owe my life to you, after all."

Misan gave a curt nod and moved to leave.

"You shall come to my home on Friday and we will begin your lessons," Misan announced and left without any actual explanation to Inuyasha.

'This will prove interesting . . .' came the thoughts of the princess. Then she reflected back onto when the girl was dead. 'If she were not of Sango and Miroku's line and had that magic from my mother's gift to them hundreds of years ago when they defeated Naraku, I most likely would have been unable to bring her back to life without the assistance of Tenseiga. Fortunately for her, Tracy is Sango and Miroku's great-granddaughter.'

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