Hello, I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. Not a speedy updater. But I update which is the important fact. Ah ha! Anyway….uhhhhhh next chapter….

Note: I do not own Inuyasha.

(Inuyashas POV)

I looked down at the girl in my arms. I didn't let it show, but I was worried. She just collapsed and cried. I get so nervous when girls cry. What bothered me more was her in the club. I never have seen such an amazing power before. She ran though and she looked in pain. When she fully transformed, I guess, she exploded in an auraof dark blue. The dancers thought it was a show and gathered around. I saw Narakus men running down the stairs and she smelled threatening. She had reached out her hand and a ball of energy gathered at her palm and she faced it at the people. Before she could'fire' I jumped and hit herto the ground. I must've hit her head because she went unconscious. The only safe place I could think of bringing her to was my house and here we were.

She had fallen asleep in my arms. Her arms were wrapped around my torso in a vice grip. Even if Mirokus smirk didn't show, his eyes twinkled. I just glared at him. I shifted trying to get a hold of her to lift her up. She didn't budge. I resorted to sitting against the wall with her in my lap. I moved a stray piece of hair from her face. It was contorted in secret nightmares and she whimpered now and then and her hold only got stronger. I decided to let her rest a while before I would wake her up. We needed answers and she had them.

I waited for about an hour and started the shake her awake. First, her grip tightened enough for metohave trouble to breathe. Then, her eyes fluttered open. People say with those split seconds of waking up you are in the zone of primal instinct. A place where everything in your mind is played out in an action. Her brown eyes had storms and tortured clouds. For that split second it was there and then she covered them up.

"Hey," I whispered trying to keep her calm, "time to get up." She hurriedly let go and scooted off my lap. Once on the floor she rubbed her eyes and stretched. She looked up at me. With those eyes that overflowed with everything covered up. You could see it there, but you couldn't tell what. She grabbed the end of the couch to help herself up. I rushed to her side to help her. What was wrong with me? I cared for her and yet I didn't even know her. She pushed my arm gently away.

"May I have something to drink." Her voice was almost inaudible to a human ear. To me it was loud and clear. I nodded and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. I came back and sat down next to her. She drank the whole thing in one gulp and leaned into the couch.

"I suppose you want to know."

"We can wait. But yes we do want to know." It was the first thing Miroku had said to her all night. She stiffened a bit and then slumped against the couch.

"If I start, you can't interrupt me at all. If you do I might not be able to finish." She looked up at us and we each gave silent nods. She took out and ice cube and chomped it up. Then took a deep breath and began.

"My name is Kagome Higurashi and I'm originally born in Tokyo. My father died when I was young and I did have a family. My mother, my little brother, and my grandfather. We lived on a shrine and we protected these scrolls. Scrolls that awaken a deep well of power that was released by anger and powered by pain. I don't know much about the scrolls. The main part of the knowledge was passed through the males of the family."

"Anyway, one night when I about 8 years old I woke up in the middle of night because I heard a crash down stairs. I figured it was our cat, Buyo and I was worried that he was hurt so I went down stairs to check. When I got to the bottom of my stairs I saw our door busted open and the moonlight poured into hallway. I froze and listened for any noise in the house. I heard nothing at first the I heard faint talking outside. One voice sounded like my moms so I went to go and find her. When I rounded the corner I heard her sob and told a man, with a mane of black hair, the combination to the scroll shed. He bowed down to her ear then took a knife at her throat."

I saw Kagome pause in remembrance. Her eyes glazed over as if she was watching it over again. Already the story was horrible and this was the beginning. I would have never thought to have pulled this out of her if I had known. Her voice came back in a whisper.

"I can still feel the warmth of her blood running down my neck." Her voice quavered and she sucked on another ice cube.

"Well, after the immediate shock I chased after him. I was enraged, but I was too small. He threw me to the ground and I jumped up to attack him again. This time a smile came to his face and he grabbed meby the scruff of my shirt and led me to the scroll shed. (A/N: I don't do rapes…anyway). He undid the lock and still held me. He went through the scrolls and stuffed 3 or 4 into a bag and kept one out along with a necklace that had a crystal on it. He brought me out onto our backyard and threw me down. He opened a scroll and the second he started chanting and burn began in my stomach. It hurt so bad. My heart beat faster and all the images of anger in my life swelled. I remember a bright blue light and then my eyes were staring into his. He put this crystal around my neck." She pulled out from under her shirt a crystal about the size of a AAA battery and was hanging on a piece of leather. She put it back.

" He stood in front of me and then went behind me so I was facing my back door. He wrapped his hand around my throat gently and whispered an ancient text in my ear. My arm lifted without me doing it. Well, it was me, but it wasn't. Anyway a ball of light appeared in my hand and shot into my house and started it on fire."

She stopped and I saw her throat move as she gulped. Looking at her throat made a fire well up inside at the thought of Naraku touching in such an intimate place. I jumped slightly. Where'd that come from? She started again.

"Souta and grandpa never made it outside. I broke that day. I cried for the last time. I knew he was the cause of everything but I still couldn't help blaming myself. So, I went with him and trained to be a killer. Those days were a blur and I think I erased them from my memory. I can't remember anything from that period of time. I got caught once when I was 15 but he bailed me out and moved me about to get in the service again. My first hit was a middle-aged man who looked normal. I killed with no regard or thought. That's what it has come to for me. All these years that's what I've been, an empty shell waiting for another hit to full fill the void inside of me."

She looked up at me. So much pain. There had to more to the story, she only told us the basics. The cover of the whole book. I couldn't think of anything to say. In the corner of my eye I registered Miroku raising his hand. She turned her head towards him and burst out laughing. A real let loose laugh. I smiled. It was the first time I had seen her smile. She nodded in his direction.

" I have a question. What does your crystal do?" Her smile faded instantly and I saw Mirokus regret instantly. But I guess it was a bit vital.

"It controls me. That transformation in the club is because of this. He made me go though a painful everything and hurtful somethingto power me up. He controls it all. As long as this is on my neck, I will never be free. I will always belong to him with thuscrystal resting on my neck. " She leaned back into the couch and drank the water left from her last ice cube. I looked at Miroku hoping he'd get my silent plea. Luckily he did. He got up and stretched.

"I'm going for a smoke. Back in a bit."

He walked out the door and I waited to hear him down the steps before I got up. I stooped down near her legs and looked up at her. I couldn't explain my sudden attention to her. She was strong yes, but so was Sango. And she was beautiful, but so was my mother. What made her so different? I thought long hard when she looked back down at me. Her eyes glimmered. She looked relieved. She had been harboring this for years and we were the first she told. After 2 days of knowing us. I knew why now. Her eyes. They were what I saw in her. She was like me and yet she wasn't. My thoughts returned to what she said about "belonging to Naraku" and it made me smolder. I may have onlyknown her for two days but as of this moment I claim this girl, Kagome, as mine.

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