Hello, everyone, this is Alexis. Since Catharine (Wolfshade22x) quit Fanfiction.net, she gave me permission to work on her stories and revise them any way I like. I'm not going to work on Sesshoumaru's Bane quite yet – she warned me that it would probably be really difficult to think of where to go from the position she's in now. Anyways, I apologize if I'm not quite as good a writer as Cat, but I hope you review anyways. Thanks.

Demon Reincarnate

Chapter One – Memories

Kagome stood looking at the doors of the school, the wind playing with her dark hair. She clutched her enormous yellow backpack tightly as she attempted to summon enough courage to step through those sinisterly inviting doors.

How long had it been since she'd stood here? She could barely remember the last time. After all, this place wasn't important...Inuyasha wasn't here...

She quickly forced herself back to the present time.

Carefully, she placed one foot within the school. Immediately, three hyperactive and rather terrifying girls raced towards her, eyes gleaming.

She sighed inwardly as she turned to face them. "Hi, Eri, Yuka, Ayumi."

"Kagome! You managed to recover from Ebola? I thought it was going to be fatal! We were so worried, especially when your grandfather said you were in a critical state after you got bitten by a snake while you had Ebola and the snake immediately dropped down dead from the disease and then he told us that you were in rehabilitation for using cocaine, heroin, and cigarettes and were were so scared that you overdosed or something or perhaps got AIDS from using intravenous drugs and then he said that you'd run away to California and been caught in a giant earthquake which measured 20 on the Ritcher scale..."

"What?" Kagome blinked at them. Her grandfather was so dead. Actually, he was probably just having fun. It was hard to imagine that her friends were so gullible.

"And then we heard that your foot was amputated. Is that a prosthetic one?" Ayumi inquired, bending down to peer closely at her friend's shoe.

"Um...I'm fine," she finally muttered, backing slowly away. Remember, in danger, do not make eye contact. Just carefully move away until you can turn around and run.

Of course, that plan didn't exactly work, since all three of them followed her. "Guess what, Kagome? This absolutely adorable guy just transferred here! He's so cute, and we're pretty sure he's smart, too, which is what you care about, isn't it, Kagome? Plus, he's just so sexy, and he has the cutest name, too! Kiyoshi, Kiyoshi, Kiyoshi, Kiyoshi, Kiyoshi..."

Kagome zoned out after the first three words, nodding occasionally as she headed towards her locker. She spun the dial past fifteen to six, twisted it to thirty, and yanked viciously on the handle.

Nothing happened.

Infuriated, she slammed her foot into the locker and tried the combination again.

Still nothing happened. The locker received another kick, thus denting it. Inuyasha's habits really rubbed off on her.

"Stupid...stupid...stupid locker!" she muttered as she continually spun the dial and punched the metal over and over again.

Eri frowned. "Is it just me, or has she become more violent than usual?"

"Yes!" The locker door swung open, and Kagome began pawing through the mess to find her books.

Except...the usual mess wasn't there. Most of her papers were gone. And there were binders than she most assuredly had never seen before.

Peering at the top of the locker, checking to ensure that it was indeed seventy-two A, she rummaged through the binders and extracted one. " 'Kiyoshi Taisho? Who's that?'"

"I believe that would be mine," a soft voice replied behind her. She noticed that her friends had fallen uncharacteristically silent as she slowly turned.

Sapphire eyes clashed with gold, and then her gaze darted to the thin crescent moon half-hidden under his silver-white bangs.

The binder fell from her hands, clattering to the floor. "Sesshoumaru," she whispered, and then she was falling, into an impenetrable darkness.


The girl fell against him, and he automatically reached out to catch her, his arms easily supporting her light weight. He glanced down into her face, the slightly flushed cheeks and the parted lips, and he felt an image stir within his mind...a girl, raising her bow towards him, her face streaked with tears...

And that name that she'd whispered...Sesshoumaru...he knew that name, the name that'd been haunting his dreams...

He gently lowered her to the ground and walked away gracefully, her sapphire eyes lingering in his mind.


Kagome groaned as she sat up, peering blearily around at the nurse's office. The nurse herself was busily chatting on the phone and ignoring her completely; as soon as her eyes opened, however, her three stalkers leapt at her.

"You'll never guess what happened!" Yuka squeaked in transports of absolute bliss.

"I fainted?" she replied groggily, rubbing her head.

"Yes. And you'll never guess what Kiyoshi did." Eri smiled and motioned to the other two. Together, all three of them shrieked, "He CAUGHT you!"

Kagome stared at them doubtfully. "Oh. So he caught me. Which must be such a difficult task when someone is falling right towards you."

"Yes, but I'm not finished yet," Eri explained. "After that, he placed you in our care because he was so smitten with you that he knew if he held you for a minute longer, he'd give in to passion and start making out with you!"

Wow. Had her friends always been like this, or had they gotten a lot more warped and twisted since her last stay in the Feudal Era?

Ayumi sighed dreamily, clasping her hands together. "It was such a sweet moment. I wish I'd brought a camera," she gushed melodramatically.

She groaned again, rather loudly, and stood, trying to relieve the dizziness. "I'm going to my class now," she muttered, peering at the clock. Damn; homeroom hadn't even started yet.

Picking up her backpack, she walked leisurely through the still relatively- crowded halls towards her math classroom. Her eyes narrowed as they focused on the sign hanging menacingly from the door.

AP CALCULUS: The most dreaded class ever, in her mind.

Resolutely, she pushed open the door and smiled apologetically at Miss Takahashi, the rather stern professor. "I'm sorry about being absent for the past few weeks," she remarked as she slid into her seat.

Unfortunately, there was already someone sitting in her seat. With a shriek, she leapt off the chair, glaring at the boy.

Those golden eyes again. Blushing, she stared at him. "What are you doing in my seat?"

"Higurashi," Miss Takahashi explained, "your grandfather told us you were deadly ill and would probably not be back in school for the remainder of the year. Something about how you had cancer. We were all extremely sorry, of course." Somehow, she didn't sound exactly sincere. "However did you manage to recover from the cancer?"

"Cancer? I thought I had Ebola," Kagome muttered.

"Right." The professor blinked, looking vaguely surprised. "Well, seeing as you weren't expected to survive, we basically gave the new transfer student...all your classes and all your seats...and your locker..."

Well, that explained something.

"Well..." Her gaze darted around the class. "Where should I sit, then?"

"I'll gladly give up my seat for you!" a voice shouted from the back. Kagome blinked at the tall, brown-haired youth who was practically fawning over her.

She frowned at him. "Not now, Hojo. Miss Takahashi...?"

The teacher shrugged. "It doesn't matter right now, since you need to be sitting separately from everyone else to make up your tests. Kami-sama knows your grades are low enough without distractions from outside."

"Tests?" Kagome stared at her, panicked. "What tests?"

With a grim smile, Miss Takahashi smashed a thick file of papers on the desk, and Kagome could just catch the first word on one of the quizzes.

Derivative...
An hour later, Kagome stumbled out of the classroom, a rather petrified expression on her face.

"Higurashi!" a voice called out from behind.

She whirled and yelled back, "The derivative of a quotient is the derivative of the denominator times the numerator minus the derivative of the numerator times the denominator all over the denominator squared!"

Kiyoshi Taisho stared at the obviously insane girl. "Um...hello."

She blushed prettily. "Taisho. Sorry about that."

"You recognized me before, when you called me Sesshoumaru." His voice was accusing.

Kagome flushed and turned away. "Well, you know, I've been around, met a bunch of people. You just looked like someone I knew."

He laughed at that, and she stared at him, apparently assuming that he was now the one who was temporarily insane.

"I've seen you," he whispered, leaning closer to her. "Every night, my dreams lead me to the Feudal Era of Japan. And you're always there."

Her breath caught in her throat.

"I always relive the same scene," he continued. "And in that scene, you're raising your bow, and you shoot. I can see the arrow coming towards me."

She closed her eyes briefly. "You're crazy," she replied evenly. "Feudal Japan? Honestly, Taisho, I'm sure it's just a dream."

A slight look of disappointment crossed his features, but he merely smiled politely. "Perhaps," he answered thoughtfully. He lapsed into silence for a minute before adding, "Since we have identical schedules, maybe we could walk together to our classes."

Kagome paused, but nodded uncertainly.

"Oh, and by the way," Kiyoshi added in a slightly amused tone, "the derivative of a quotient is the additive inverse of what you thought it was."

Her eyes widened, and her piercing shriek of horror could be heard through the entire school.

As she marked a grade of 23 on Kagome's paper, Miss Takahashi laughed maniacally, a laugh which only increased as Kagome's scream reverberated around the building.
"Miss Higurashi! Delighted to have you back!" the hyperactive Mr. Tsuki (who insisted that all his students call him Totoki, although it was somewhat difficult calling a thirty-seven year old man that) yelled.

"Konnichiwa." Kagome managed to blurt out the greeting as she slid into her seat, calmly ignoring the surprised protests Kiyoshi made. "It's my seat," she hissed at the boy.

He nodded his acknowledgement. "I'll go get one from the auditorium," he answered, turning and sauntering out of the classroom.

Why, oh, why, did he have to be so damn unflappable?

It took ten minutes before Kagome, who was in somewhat of a stupor as her glazed eyes wandered over the first page of Romeo and Juliet (the class was actually supposed to be on page fifty-six, but with the exception of the teacher, none of them were), realized that perhaps Kiyoshi wasn't as avid a student as someone whose reincarnation was Sesshoumaru should have been expected to be.

She glanced at the clock and fought the urge to laugh. Didn't Mr. Tsuki realize that the auditorium was right next to the English classroom? And that Kiyoshi still wasn't back?

She raised her hand right in the middle of a sweet, sappy, completely disgusting scene between the two main characters of the utterly repulsive play. "Excuse me, Totoki," she called out.

"Ah, Kagome, what is it? Would you like to act out the scene with me?" Totoki beamed at her, his voice still high and squeaky, since he'd been trying to portray Juliet.

Resisting the urge to gag, she shook her head violently. "No, that's ok, you're doing fine. I was just wondering whether I should go look for Taisho. He's been out of class for a while." If Kiyoshi was allowed to skip class 'looking for a desk', then she could skip class 'looking for him'.

"Oh." The sensei considered that and nodded. "Go right ahead."

As she made her way towards the door, Totoki added, "I know teenagers like you arrange places in school for secret rendezvous, and I wouldn't want to spoil yours."

She raced out of the classroom with Eri's giggle still ringing in her ears.

As Kagome expected, the auditorium was completely empty, no sign of the reincarnation anywhere. She grinned and turned to leave when a shout reached her.

"Higurashi, what are you doing here?"

"Hmm?" Spinning around, she caught sight of the reincarnation in question, standing at the other side of the auditorium. "Um...I'm supposed to be looking for you."

"You weren't looking very keenly, were you," he replied sarcastically. "I was waving my arms and yelling your name from here."

Kagome frowned impatiently. "Yes, well, you'll have to excuse me for my temporary blindness and deafness."

"And loss of intelligence. Except that isn't exactly temporary, is it?" He smiled at her slightly.

She glared at him. "Well, Mr. Wonderful, how can it possibly take you ten minutes to find a desk, when this auditorium is full of them?" She gestured at the rows of seats.

Kiyoshi laughed again. "I took a short detour."

"Doing what?"

"Satisfying my curiosity."

"About what?" she demanded again.

He grinned roguishly. "About what grade you received on that dismal derivative test of yours."

"You snuck into Takahashi's class to look at her gradebook?"

"Well, no."

Kagome relaxed. "Oh. Because you should know that she's the Angel of Death. So how did you satisfy your curiosity then?"

He pulled something from behind him. "By stealing her gradebook."

She stared at him. "You didn't," she whispered, awed.

Kiyoshi calmly tossed the notebook into the air and caught it deftly. "Do you think she'd be annoyed if I burned this book?"

"One sec." Kagome snatched the book from his hand and scanned down the list for her name. "Higurashi...Higurashi..." Her jaw dropped at her dismal grades. "A twenty-three? I got a twenty-three on the last test?"

"Excuse me, Higurashi. I believe that is my property." Miss Takahashi's voice was a cold as ice as she moved towards them. "Do you know how worried I was that I'd lost my gradebook? I would have had to make all of my students retake every single test on the curriculum! I've been wandering around the school, searching for it!" She paused for breath. "That's it, Higurashi! Detention!"

"But..." Kagome glanced around for Kiyoshi, but he seemed to have evaporated into thin air.

"No buts, Higurashi!" Grabbing the girl's arm, Miss Takahashi marched her quickly away.

Kiyoshi, perched precariously on one of the ceiling rafters – apparently he'd managed to gain Sesshoumaru's agility and some of his flight – tried not to laugh. Kagome's soft whisper drifted up to him, though.

"Just like Sesshoumaru, to watch callously when someone else takes his blame."

The words stuck like knives in his heart. He leapt lightly to the ground. "Miss Takahashi! Wait!"

The teacher turned, surprised. "Taisho. I didn't see you there before."

"Miss Takahashi, I was the one who stole your gradebook. I was just showing it to Higurashi as proof that I'd done it. Perhaps I was being too supercilious for my own good."

Kagome's head turned, and her eyes bore into his.

The professor frowned. "Fine then, Taisho. But since Higurashi didn't report the incident to me immediately after you showed it to her, you both have detention. Today. During lunch." Letting go of Kagome, the teacher swept majestically away, forgetting that Kagome still held the gradebook.

Kiyoshi glanced at the notebook. "Should we burn it?"

"Definitely." Kagome paused, taking a step closer to him. She lowered her eyelids slightly, and he could see her delicate, long lashes. "Kiyoshi...thank you."

It was the first time that she'd called him Kiyoshi, and he sighed softly. "Thank me? For what? It really was my fault."

She gazed up at him. "You're not like Sesshoumaru at all," she replied, before slowly walking away, presumably back to the English class.

And Kiyoshi, standing there, wondered why her words were so important to him.
That's the first chapter. As you can see, it's not exactly the same as Cat's, but I can try. I WANT REVIEWS!!!! -Alexis