A:N: All of you are going to kill me when you read this chapter. Really. .:hides behind her assassin's weapons:. But I haven't done any real chapters like this for any other characters besides Inuyasha and Kagome. (Well, Sango had one, but that's about it.) I need you guys to get to know some of our other characters—Naraku's chapter will be soon, Kikyou will mainly have the end, and Miroku will get his too. But, as for now, I have to write this and .:quickly shields herself:. put off the Inu/Kag lime until next chapter. GOMEN NASAI!!!! .:runs away quickly:.

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. I do not own anything. None of this do I own. What I own is not this. Okay, you all got it? Do I need to repeat myself? No? Good. (And for that moron who said, "Yes" well, there's nothing more I need say to you. Really.)

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Kagome of Tokyo

Chapter 8

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He lay awake, staring at the ceiling from his little futon. The sheets were thin and ragged, but he could just ask Kagome to mend them for him tomorrow. She would smile her pretty smile and say, "Of course I can. Just let me see it, and you can go outside."

Kagome was like a sister to him.

More of a sister than Kikyou, anyway. Kikyou was cold and mean and harsh, like an icy wind that just blows out of nowhere. But he could tell that Kikyou hadn't always been like this. He was sure of it. Naraku had told him this whenever the two talked. The elder youth always had that faraway look when her spoke of the more distant of the Higurashi twins. It was obvious that he really cared about her, but Kikyou hated him. Everyone in the gang knew it but Naraku. And he wasn't about to spoil that for him.

Naraku was his savior.

It was Naraku who had found him, an unconscious orphan, out in the cold. Naraku had brought him to his home and introduced him to the gang. He remembered Higurashi Souta, a fierce youth who was anxious about his little sister. Kagome had been kidnapped at the time, and the entire gang was in an uproar about it. Souta had been running frantically all over the place, taking just a few minutes to leave him in Naraku's care.

He had met Naraku's brother, Kouga, who had a satisfaction in winning battles. Kouga was welcoming in his own way, blunt and wild. Just like a wolf. Now, ever since Kagome and Kouga had been together, Kouga had tried to keep away from battles because Kagome hated the idea of war. She was really very sweet, and he could slightly understand why Kouga was so besotted with her. Although he personally never felt that way.

Naraku told him that he had found him on the side of a road one night and taken pity on him. He had taken him home and introduced him. That last part he could remember but why couldn't he remember anything before that?

Dimly, he remembered a family of sorts: a girl who had a pretty smile, an older youth who never smiled, and a younger youth who scowled often and smiled little. But who they were, he couldn't think of. It drove him insane that he couldn't remember them all the time, but he trusted Naraku, and if Naraku said he was an orphan, then he was an orphan. Probably, as Naraku had gently told him whenever he spoke of the "family", he was just inventing something to take away the pain.

He remembered when he first met Kikyou. Although she wouldn't have him admit it, she too was worried about her twin sister. She would weep silent tears when she thought no one was watching, and helped plot the recapture of her sister. No matter what she said now, he was sure that Kikyou loved Kagome dearly.

But she was so jealous. Kagome was happy and light where Kikyou was severe and dark. Kikyou was jealous of any girl who had something she didn't—and her twin most of all. Kagome had such an air of friendliness and beauty around her that made everyone love her. But he never really knew what lay in the darker twin's heart. He probably never would.

Why couldn't they love their family? He had never had a family to love. At least Naraku told him he didn't. And if he did, then they abandoned him.

But why, then, did he remember a girl weeping hysterically as he peered through a window, crying his name over and over?

That image replayed itself in his sleep, and he knew—just knew—that he was connected to her in some way. He had to; otherwise why would he dream of her all the time? He had never told Naraku of the dream—this was too precious to him to be dismissed and ridiculed as a figment of his imagination.

He continued to wage a staring contest with the ceiling. Could he tell Naraku? No, but Kagome would understand. She would listen and soothe him. She sang lullabies to him occasionally, when he crept into her room and whispered that he couldn't sleep because his dreams plagued him. She patched him up every time he was hurt. Once, in return, he had even fought for her honor. One of the boys had called her a senseless, happy-go-lucky whore who was no doubt sleeping around on Kouga, and he had immediately flew upon him, blind rage taking over.

Of course, he was growing to be one of the best warriors in the gang. So far, no one could surpass him—Kouga was the only one to match him in strength. Everyone else shied away from him when he was training, fearful that he would lose control. Every once in a while someone made a snide remark that triggered a wave of blind, uncontrollable rage that took over his senses. And every time, that person paid in full.

He sighed. When would he find where his family really was? Or would he be content with Naraku and Kagome as family?

Another sigh escaped his lips, and Kohaku settled down to finally sleep.

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A:N: I'm sorry, you guys. I just realized that I needed to get into Kohaku's character more before I just throw him into the war. Besides, I've only made mentions of him in passing. Next chapter will be the lime, I promise! Swear! Square! o_O Okaaayyy, scratch that last one. But I will start on it immediately. Just tell me what you think, and I'll get on it.

Sayonara,

Akai-Sakura