It has been years since their adventure together. She was in her teen age; you look at her now and you couldn't even tell that she's still the same person. Now, she, the one called Kagome was in her late thirty's. Still, as beautiful as ever, Kagome has a family of her own.
She and her husband, Inuyasha, now have a small family of four. They have a son and a daughter. Their son, Fuuta, is the youngest of the family and carries much resemblance of his father, The Legendary Inuyasha. He knows not of his hidden powers and might as well never know. A very crafty child who takes pleasure in many arts, literature and seeks answers to all of his questions as a mere hobby.
As for their daughter, Mekiya, she is known as the "Yin" of the family. As beautiful and pleasant as she may seem, Mekiya was born with nasty little heart which seems to always seek power and destruction. Since she is the oldest child, she is looked up to by Fuuta, and leaves her inner demonic awareness alone. As an older sister, she has much love over her young brother, and vows to protect him and destroy all who take a disadvantage of him. Many feel as if Mekiya brings misfortune or bad luck to who ever she makes contact with. As the outcast of her high school, Mekiya has grown to become very tomboyish. She's always the one to pick a fight with some of the older kids.
The anniversary date of Fuuta's birth started out as a clear day. The alarm clock, sitting on the small table next to Fuuta's bed, rang loudly. A tired boy, with silver hair, peered out of his blue covers. His eyes popped open when the small child realized what day it was.
"Today's the day!" The boy pushed aside his blankets and flung his feet up and over and jumped up out of his bed. He quickly ran out into the hallway and over to the next room and started pounding on the door.
"Kiya! Kiya-oneechan! Wake Up! Wake Up! It's my birthday!"he exclaimed loudly.
A few minutes later the door slightly opened, and out peered a girl. The young girl had her long bangs slightly covering her left eye, and her smooth hair was slightly frizzy from sleeping on it. She was rubbing one of her eyes with one hand, when she peered out the door of her room. Mekiya finally came to the conclusion of waking up fully to greeter her younger brother.
"Yes, Fuuta-kun. Happy Birthday! I think I heard Mother wake up already. Go check in the kitchen."
Fuuta smiled at her and left running to the kitchen. There, stood a woman and gentlemen together. Next to them, on the table, was a big round cake that had the words 'Happy 12th Birthday Fuuta' written in a blue icing. The woman smiled as she came and gave her son a hug.
The man stood smiling, putting a hand on Fuuta.
"Happy Birthday, my son!" A grin broke out on the man's serious face.
Just then, Mekiya walked into the room, still in her PJs. She smiled, seeing her family and sniffing the sweet aroma in the air.
"Are those chocolate waffles I smell?" The young girl raised an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Yes, they are! I'm saving the cake for later," the mother replied happily. "Do sit down and have some breakfast!" She took the cake, which was on the table, and placed is in the fridge.
Mekiya walked over and sat down next to Fuuta. Deep in thought, Mekiya looked over at Fuuta who was now eatingthe plate of waffles, their mother had given him.
"Happy Birthday, Fuuta-kun," she said, looking at him with soft half open eyes.
"You already said Happy Birthday to me" Fuuta said, glancing over at Mekiya, mouth full of waffles.
"I know," Mekiya said softly.
After breakfast Mekiya was asked to do grocery shopping for their parents. So, Mekiya set off, with Fuuta tagging along. On the way to the store, Fuuta had always looked up at Mekiya, as they were walking. Fuuta would look forward now and then to see if there was anything in front of him. Mekiya noticed Fuuta's stare and glanced down at him without moving her head. She would stop and turn around to face Fuuta and then say, "You know, for a younger brother, you are really weird!" The two of them would resume walking again.
Once there, Mekiya told Fuuta to wait for her outside.
"This will only a take a few minutes. Stay put."
Mekiya went in and 5 minutes later she came out, with a bag of groceries in hand. She looked both ways for Fuuta, but he was not to be found.
She signed as she went around to the other side of the building, which was apart of an alley. There she dropped the bag as her eyes fell upon the sight of a boy, lying on one side, with a fewtears inhis clothing. There stood three older boys, two of them kicking the body and one standing with his arms crossed. They looked to be around Mekiya's age, but possibly older. Mekiya clutched her fists.
"What…happened...?" Mekiya didn't give any eye contact with either of the boys.
The one with his arms crossed took a few steps forward.
"Aw, are you here to defend your little brother?" The kid looked back at his two other friends and laughed.
The boy then turned to face Mekiya again, and continued.
"Get lost!" The boy said, turning his back again on Mekiya. He walked back to Fuuta's beaten up body, and kicked him over so that he was lying on his back. He lifted his foot and placed it on Fuuta's chest. He smirked. Just as he was turning his head to look back at Mekiya, he was surprised to find that she was right behind him, with her head down. Her eyes were shadowed beneath her hair; her facial emotion was hidden.
"Get off him," Mekiya threatened.
The boy took to it that Mekiya was upset; it was in her voice.
"Hmp, what are you going to do about it?" He looked back at his pals. "Are you going to do what you did last time? Just run away?"
Mekiya held her head down low. The boy's words echoed. "Just run away?... Just run away?... Just run away!"
Mekiya had invisioned the first time she found the boys hurting Fuuta. One held Fuuta's hands behind his back, while the other two justlaughed. Mekiya was onlyelevenat the time, and Fuuta wasnine. Both were equally helpless and fearful. Mekiya pushed the older boy, who was holdingonto Fuuta,away from him. Fuuta had collaped onto his hands and knees with tears running down his face and onto the cement. Mekiya had bent down next to him to help him up. The boys only laughed and said how weak and pathetic they both were.
At this point, Mekiya woke up from her thoughts and was back into reality. She tightened her fists, as her nails grew into claws.
"I'll ask one more time," Mekiya began. "Get off of him...now!"
The older boy didn't answer. He looked down at Fuuta and pressed his foot harder onto him. The boy looked up at Mekiya and grinned. As if he was pleased as what he was doing.
Mekiya lifted her head up, to face the boy. Her golden eyes turned into a blood shot crimson color.
"I'm going to wipe that grin of your face!" Mekiya ran forward, and flung her claws into the boy's shoulder. She had managed to tear past his clothes and onto his flesh. The boy fell to his knees. Mekiya stood aside, as she looked at her hand. At the tips of her claws dripped red gruesome blood.
Luckily, the boy wasn't too badly hurt. He held his shoulder and yelled in pain. The boy quickly got to his feet and started running down the alley. The two other boys looked at her and then down at the blood that was spilled on the gravel. They tripped over each other, and began to run. They screamed "Murder! Murder!" as they left.
Mekiya knelt down beside her brother. By now Mekiya had rid of her claws and crimson eyes.
"Fuuta?" She put her other hand on his head. "Fuuta, wake up." Her eyes softened. The little boy slowly opened his eyes, and sat up. He rubbed his head, and then felt his stomach. Then he pulled up his pant leg, only to find a bruise. Mekiya's eyes widened, when she saw the marks.
"Are you okay?"
Fuuta nodded.
Mekiya wasn't used to seeing her younger brother be beaten up before. A few years ago, Fuuta had always come home from school with several bruise marks, but that was about it. He had always smiled and said that it was because he wasn't careful, and that he tripped and fell. Deep down, Mekiya knew that wasn't true.
"Come on. Mom's probably wondering where we are." She forced herself to smile, to try and comfort Fuuta in any way.
Fuuta slowly got up to his feet.
"Can you walk?" Mekiya asked.
"Yeah…Don't worry about it," Fuuta said. He noticed the grocery bag that Mekiya had dropped and walked over to pick it up. The two of them started walking back home.
When they were past the bakery store that was just two blocks away from the store, Fuuta started sniffing the air.
"Do you smell that?" Fuuta asked. He didn't give any time for his sister to answer. Instead, he took her by the wrist and they both stopped.
"What are you doing?" Mekiya asked, sounding irritated.
"Mekiya… Your hand," He looked down at it, as he held it, then at Mekiya. "It's so bloody."
"Yeah, well, that's what I get for scratching." She pulled her arm away from Fuuta's grasp and resumed walking.