Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or its characters; that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. Nor do I own Final Fantasy (any of the titles), that right belongs to the game developers, Artist, storyboard writers and Sony/Square soft!

Author's Notes: I am stating this now, here is who Kagome will not be paired with. President Shinra, Hojo, Heidgarr, Veld, Vincent Valentine, Palmer, Reeves, or Sesshomaru (I meach Fucking really, he is in another world!). As of right now those are the only ones I am able to list. And still have no idea of the end pairing. So if you do not like that, I politely ask you toturn around and leave now. Because I don't see the point in you wasting your time and mine.

Author's Notes 2: But remember this takes place 2 years before Crisis core and 7 years before Final Fantasy Seven. So, Kagome is already causing ripples to happen, thus changing people.


Month 3, Week 1, Day 7

ShinRa Lab's Monday Morning

Hojo was observing Kagome. Noting that her movements while appearing normal were a bit sluggish, at points, almost jerky. He still had to get it out of her how the hell she got from one place to another so quickly. But the girl kept her lips sealed tightly. Meaning it was something that she either couldn't talk about or would not talk about. He knew that there was more, then she told him, and he respected that, even if it did frustrate him.

So, observing from behind the terminal as she climbed into the tank, Hojo wondered again just how much magic that little teleportation had cost to her. And why did it randomly place her in the same place as the Ancient, Aeris? The two both heard things others didn't. And while he was sure that Kagome wasn't aware he knew this about her, it was something that needed to be explored. Though at a later date when he could earn more of the girl's trust since apparently, he didn't have a whole lot of it right at this moment. In retrospect yelling at her after Tseng returned her to his townhouse Sunday morning and then denying her the right to leave for a month, along with the others having to earn the privilege to hang out with her again from him. Yeah, that conversation went over very well indeed.

The feel of her magic, or Reiki as she called it, washing over his skin painfully as she got angry at him. It was not as bad as it had been after their last fight, but still. He relented a bit, but he had remained firm on wanting a sincere apology from Reno, Rude, and Genesis. The latter who was catching three kinds of hell from the Turks at knowing her. Which was rather amusing.

Blinking slowly as Kagome stared back at him, waiting patiently for him to close the door and seal it. Hojo hoped that letting her soak in the Mako would replenish even a little of her magic because this was not a Kagome he liked. The girl was always full of spunk and energy. It was almost infectious in its way. And made for a good round of teasing no less with how sharp and intelligent she could be, while still being exceptionally naive.

"You ready?" he asked her, earning a thumbs up.

Giving a small nod of his head, Hojo let his fingers fly over the control panel tapping in the activation codes, adjusting the flow as the pop and hiss of the seal on the door before the dull rumble of the Mako filling the tank. Keeping a close eye on the various monitors for her bodies' stability, Hojo felt more than heard as someone entered his Lab. Knowing who it was, he didn't bother to look up as they came to stand by him. The barely contained anger that was radiating off them was telling. Of course, it was to be expected.

The moment the machine showed the tank was full, Hojo looked up at Kagome, who had her eyes closed like usual. Her small body was floating in the Mako, the usual faint glow around it barely there. Looking down at one of the monitors, it showed that her brain waves were doing that odd split into three distinctive patterns. Extremely abnormal in a regular person, as there were usually alpha and delta brainwaves.

"You can stop that now, it is annoying," he stated as he looked up into a pair of very green eyes that glowed back at him.

"Stop what?" was the calm reply.

"Lashing out like a petulant child who got denied something," Hojo said as he blinked once and smirked at the man.

The slight quirking of one silver-white eyebrow as all he got in response, as the rampaging aura calmed though just a little bit. The man before him was his perfect project and son. A child born of two humans, with the cells of the ancients in him, merged with Mako straight from the planet. The perfect soldier no less. Progress was coming along nicely if he did say so himself, even if he was no longer with his wife and the boy's mother.

"So, you going to explain what is going on? Who is this girl? Why is she important to you, Professor?" came their softly spoken questions.

Biting back the urge to sigh, Hojo realized that this was how it was going to be. He blamed Vincent for how his son acted. Having useless emotions, he expressed. Even if at the moment the two were not on the best of terms. Then again, though it was almost healed, Vincent and Kagome were not on the same page. More from the what she called him than delivering a solid punch to the Turks fuck face. It had made a part of his mood become a lot better.

"Her name is Kagome Higurashi. She is my assistant, and willingly I might add. Found her on Mideel Island a few months back after the meteor crash-landed there, she has a mild bout of amnesia. A wide range of rather intriguing capabilities. Though she is rather vocal, paranoid, overly naive, exceptionally friendly, and draws others to her. Also, currently, she has a unique pet... Monster. A baby behemoth named Akuro." he elucidated, observing the facial expressions that were allowed to flit across his son's face.

It was comical to see Sephiroth's face showing so many things, but yet it was better guarded than it had been five months ago. But the look of shock and surprise at the last bit of information he let slip, Hojo chuckled. It was complete disbelief. So, deciding to have some fun, Hojo flipped on a nearby monitor, adjusting the camera feed to show the small, baby behemoth in a pin not too far from the Jungle Training grounds. It was curled up and sleeping. But around its neck was a rather distinctive black leather collar with silver spikes and a bright green tag that dangled from it. Zooming in, Hojo was just barely able to get a decent image of the name carved crudely into the piece of green-tinted metal, Akuro, the property of Kagome.

Glancing back at his son, Hojo pressed his lips into a thin line to help smother his laughter. That disbelief was still there, but now it was because he didn't want to believe what he was seeing.

"She has that effect on people. You might want to get used to it," Hojo said as he turned back to the screens to check Kagome's vitals, noting that there was a small spike in the third brainwave pattern. Though not too far out of normal parameters.


Kagome wanted her body back; it felt as if she just existed in it. That much power being used for teleportation, she was lucky she was able to move. But then again, she had gained a unique and interesting friend in Aeris Gainsborough. The girl just radiated a calm, healing aura. Though Kagome had not been fooled once as she looked at her, this girl was not normal in any way, not with how spirits seemed to flock to her. But she had said nothing about it. There was no right way to approach that particular subject, not in this world.

So, now two days later, another fight with Hojo before meeting in the middle and agreeing that they should ask for his forgiveness. But now, as she stood there feeling the cold liquid, Mako crawled up her body in the tank, Kagome let her mind start to drift as she closed her eyes. It was time for her to meet with Sesshomaru, and right now, she was still very creeped out that there was someone in this world that looked like him. Though he felt completely different, there was no mistaking that tightly coiled part of the man's aura that was a killing machine.

Pushing those thoughts from her mind as she felt her body raise, and the Mako slide up her nose and down her throat, Kagome did her best to make a good connection. With her Reiki still so low, it was hard. But manageable. Allowing her into that small space in her mind where she saw Sesshomaru. He looked a bit worn out and sad. Something that she was sure she would never see the ageless Demon.

"You are here, Miko," he said, voice a low rumble.

"What is wrong?" she asked, not even bothering with his name and title.

The slightly blithering look he gave her had Kagome smiling at him in good humor. Though from the way his amber eyes narrowed at her, even her mental self-showed how tired and listless she was feeling — not a good thing.

"I could ask the same of you, Miko. You are pale and barely there," he said, lifting a clawed hand as if reaching for her only to stop. Pressing it flat, she knew he was using a Mirror this time. "I have news for you. There have been casualties of the war."

After he finished speaking, Kagome felt her body, both physical and mental, go cold. Letting her eyes bore into Sesshomaru, who just met her gaze head-on and impassively, though that sadness was still in the depths of those citrine eyes. Feeling a small tremble wrack her person, Kagome did her best to calm herself.

"Miroku and Sango's?" she said, cutting the question short.

"No, their line is safe. They are protected at all costs, though they did get hurt. Because without them you will never be born, Miko," he said, his voice a soft rumble. "It was not my foolish brother, either. I am sorry to inform you that your adoptive son and my ward Shippo died to protect your family line and humans in general."

If she thought she felt cold before, it was now freezing. It was impossible. Shippo was now mated and had children of his own. He was a warrior trained by Sesshomaru himself. This had to be wrong as she shook her head in denial. She was getting a sympathetic look from the Demon before her, causing her to clutch at her heart as she started to struggle to contain both mental, emotional, and physical pain. The swell of her Reiki and Youki in her body as she struggled.

"You must calm down, Kagome. Otherwise, you will only harm yourself," He said in a soothing tone. "You must not mourn him; he fought and died protecting those you loved and cherished. To help usher in the future, you came from Kagome. Be proud of the warrior and person he had become."

The stern tone was not lost on her but already exhausted beyond her means, and now this. Yeah, her calming down was not happening. Even as she tried to control herself, Kagome opened her mouth and screamed one word, No! As she lost sight of Sesshomaru and swam in the dark as her powers burst from her body.


Sephiroth had been in a bad mood since late Saturday night. First, the girl reacting to him like he was something so foul and evil, rejecting him wholeheartedly before running away. Then finding out she was something important to his father. The way Kenya Hojo had sounded and acted cut deep. There was no mistaking the emotional state he had been in upon finding out that the girl Kagome had been attacked and vanished. But then again, he was nothing more than an experiment to create the ultimate soldier and perfect human.

And all he had wanted was to be acknowledged by his flesh and blood. A thing that was always a fleeting dream. So, dragging himself in for a routine check-up, Sephiroth figured he could get information on the girl. Though it had been a brief interaction, Sephiroth had taken note of her. Pale skin, black hair, and appearance seemed to indicate that she was Wuatian in origin. But those few seconds he saw her eyes, he had been stunned. They were such a clear, deep blue.

The contact of his skin against her had sent sparks shooting up his arm: not painful sparks, just sparks. Having had limited contact with others, even those he took as brief lovers, both male, and female, never did that. Her panicked reaction, denial of his existence had been both insulting and intriguing.

Standing there, his questions answered, though he still couldn't wrap his mind around was that she had a pet baby behemoth that she named Akuro or devil in Wuatian — even giving him a collar and name tag. She didn't look like much as she floated in the Mako. Her Petite body barely clothed by what he could only guess was a two-piece bathing suit, though it blended well with the pale green color of the Mako. Showing that she was physically fit and bore some rather interesting scars. One just above her hip, looking like something might have taken a bite out of her at one point.

As he watched her in silence, he noted that her face seemed to morph into sorrow, then pain slowly. Her head began to thrash side to side as if denying something like she had him on Saturday night. In the next second, Sephiroth saw her eyes shoot wide open, unseeing as she screamed wordlessly. Or it should have been, but there was no mistaking the sound of her voice screaming No! in his head just as the machines started to go off in the Lab. A loud curse from his father as everything in the Lab went quiet.

Not once taking his eyes from the girl, who now seemed to be glowing brightly. Or it appeared she was when the lights flickered, and the Lab was plunged into a blackness that was soon lit by the backup lights.

Blinking as he realized he was now on the floor, pain rippling across the surface of his whole body. Before it had gone dark, Sephiroth saw that light surrounding the girl swell and burst outwards from the Mako Tank in pale lilac. When it hit him, his body had instinctively tensed to prepare for the blow, which knocked him to his ass onto the floor. Hence the pain rushing through his body. Leaving him stunned and now knowing why his father was so obsessed with the girl. This was not magic in the usual sense; now, this held a note of purity that you couldn't find using Materia.

"Stop acting like a simpleton Sephiroth, get up and help me get her out of the tank," came the grating voice of his father.

Snapping back to the present, he stood up and felt tingling in his extremities. "You will be doing some explaining to me about this girl because that was not normal," he bit out as he walked over to the tank and saw Kagome just floating there, eyes open.

It was easy to tell that she was barely breathing. Her body was clearly in shock, as was her mind. Gripping the wheel, Sephiroth started to manually turn it to release the pressure to pop the seal. It was a very old-fashioned method he had questioned in the past but was glad of it now. Once he heard it click and hiss, he pulled hard on the wheel to open it, only to feel the door stick. Growling low, he stepped back and walked over to the door, where he had set his preferred weapon. Picking it up and making his way back to the tank. Sephiroth noted his father was pacing and mumbling under his breath about her not answering him.

It was curious, but putting it to the side, Sephiroth pulled Masamune from its sheath and put the tip at the edge of the seal. "I have to damage the tank," he said as he pushed it into the rubber and metal seal.

"Do it! I don't care about the equipment. Just get Kagome out of there," came the harsh and slightly desperate response.

Quirking an eyebrow as the sword effortlessly sliced the seal and then pulled it away from the tank. Soon a loud hissing accompanied by the rush of liquid-filled the room, just as he caught the sound of many feet rushing towards the small Lab. His eyes were riveted to his father, the head Scientist of ShinRa labs wading into the Mako and grabbing the unconscious girl into his arms before laying her on the floor and starting to perform CPR. The care that was being shown spoke volumes of how precious this girl had become to his father. It left that bitter taste in his mouth as he sheathed his sword and made his way to those that were gathering at the door to the Lab.

"What happened? There was a sudden power outage!"

"Is everyone okay? The President and Vice President want to know what happened."

Looking at those that fired off their questions, hardening his gaze, and silencing any further questions, Sephiroth gave a small brief account — telling them that there was a sudden power surge and it had left Kagome in the Mako Tank. That the Professor would need a new one as well. Sending two of the seven people scurrying. While his eyes met those of several Turks and the head of the Weapons R&D, whose blue eyes were looking past him to the scene behind him. Making him wonder just how the hell the girl had garnered the concern of the shrew, Scarlet.

"I hope she will be alright. Sephiroth, will you keep us posted? And I will call for a cleanup crew," Scarlet said, her eyes never leaving those behind him.

With a soft grunt of affirmation, he watched as she ushered the rest of the group away with her. Turning, he made his way back to where Hojo was compressing Kagome's chest, just as she heaved and coughed up a load of Mako that was dangerous.

"I am trusting you to watch my Lab, I need to take her down to medical. Have to get her tested to see if she is going to be okay? And thank you for lying," was the reply, as Sephiroth saw genuine relief and honesty in those flat black eyes.

In the next second, he silently watched as the man ran with Kagome in his arms to the stairwell since the elevator was useless on this floor until they were able to get things back online. Furthering the mystery of the girl.

"She is special, you know, in more than one way, Seph," Came a deep baritone from behind him.

Spinning, he looked into a pair of red eyes that were so dark they were bordering on black. They, too, held concern as they looked in the direction that Hojo had run. But it was the fact that he now had a close up of the man's face and no shadows to hide it that he saw a bruise almost healed around an eye.

Landing a hit on Vincent Valentine was nigh on impossible. Even when he trained with him, along with Angeal and Genesis, they'd be lucky as a team to land a hit or two. But clearly, someone had landed an excellent blow on his face, marring his good looks.

"If you're curious, you know you can always ask," came a rather humored sounding reply.

Blinking and shrugging, Sephiroth did as he was just told, "Who hit you?"

"She did. Though it landed only because of the situation and the surprise," Vincent said, chuckling. "We have a new training regiment for the new S.O.L.D.I.E.R. recruits. Thanks to her. And a piece of advice, Seph, do not ever underestimate her because it can cost you a lot of pride. Though I just recently forgave her for what she called me when she punched me in the face."

Doing a slight double-take, Sephiroth looked into his mentor, adoptive father, and comrades face. Seeing that he was telling the truth of his words as a smile appeared on the other man's lips.

"What did she... call you as she punched you?" he asked.

The deep booming laugh was a bit at odds with the usually quiet, stoic man. "Pervert," was all that was said once the laughter died down.

Staring there in shock as he watched Vincent Valentine walk away. His mind was not sure just how he was a pervert, because the man, as far as he could tell, didn't like women outside of his mother and Lydia Shinra. It was well known that he took only male lovers. So, as Sephiroth tried to figure out how the girl got that impression, the cleanup crew arrived.

TBC!