. : Inazuma : .

. : Chapter Two : .

: . By Akikazu . :

If there was a god, he was laughing at him.

Here he was one of the laziest physics in the universe and he was juggling an uncountable number of odd jobs. Naoya Itsuki sighed heavily as he rushed through the city to the Shinkansen. Jobs were just a way for him to escape from the life of the Aquarian Age. Even if they had taken control, the age old war wasn't going to stop because of a group of teens and a teaching priest.

Pity it truly wasn't all that easy.

Itsuki made it onto the bullet train second before its departure, watch with a slight disappointment as his ticket was taken away from him, never to be seen again as it was shredded. It wasn't that he was a penny pincher, he just hated to see his hard earned money be used for something as trivial as a ride on the Shinkansen, however this was a lot better than ran to his next job.

With that thought in mind he reached up to grab a nearby handhold to steady himself as the train moved forward, speeding off to its next destination.

Inside the car the gentle noises were lulling Itsuki to sleep as he stood, swaying with the train, letting his eyes fall closed as he took a brief rest. All too soon the Shinkansen shuddered to a stop, waking the still standing teenager.

People bustled about exiting or relocating themselves as more people joined them. Itsuki made sure that this wasn't his stop before attempting to return to his rest however a surge of power slammed him into awareness.

Golden eyes scrutinized slowly around looking for the physic that had brought him into awareness, this could be trouble he was alone and the power coming from the physic was overflowing.

His eyes rest on a girl that was taking a seat next to a young boy, her pale skin and raven hair burning an image into his mind. It appeared the boy next to her was of some relation, a brother in perhaps, for she was talking to him quietly, a murmur of her voice reaching his ears.

Cautiously he let a small tendril of his power leak, from his self made power-masking shield.

Her head shot up her eyes darting around the room searching for him. As the Shinkansen came to another stop her eyes rest on him, the blue gaze burning into his being. Itsuki couldn't catch his breath as the eyes flickered with conflicting emotions.

Before anything more dramatic could happen he stepped of the train, the doors sliding shut before him, cutting of their eye contact. As it left the station he could see the girl move to the window watching him as he merged back into the background of the crowd.

I . I . I . I . I . I . I . I . I . I .

It was official, Kami hated her.

Kagome wearily allowed Souta to drag her onto the Shinkansen after their long day of furniture and all the other house stuff shopping. Everything they had bought would be delivered to the house the next day, but for now all she wanted to do was go home and take a long, hot bath.

Of course that was also impossible because the hot water had yet to be installed.

Damn, life sucked.

They were finally seated on the bullet train when Kagome sensed a strange power nearby. As Souta talked obliviously next to her she scanned the room carefully, working to single out the source of the power even as she made noncommittal replies to her little brother.

She finally had it down to one person, a teenage boy.

Wasn't she lucky.

He was watching her openly, his golden eyes narrowed slightly as he observed her. She did the only thing she could do at a moment like this, she stared back. He was probably older than her, taller too. His dirty blonde hair was mused slightly and he had a strong body, very lean and well built. He could present a challenge in a fight.

Conflict built within her as the voices that she now recognized as instincts screamed in her head.

Kill him, rip him to shreds, feel his life's blood dripping away through your fingers.

Purify him, prove to the world your mastery of the ancient miko arts.

Cleanse the world of his filth, erase him from existence.

Exterminate this minor evil in the name of God.

Kagome could feel her resistance against her instincts weakening as her muscles tense to go after him, but the doors of the bullet train opened behind him and he stepped out, never taking his gaze from her's. But the spell was soon broken as the door shut with a click and the Shinkansen once again began it's journey.

She moved to the window and continued to watch him even as he disappeared into the crowd. Her instincts scream at him for letting the male go without battling him, but she ignored them. After all she couldn't kill a guy just because her instincts demanded it. Her memories flashed to times in the Sengoku Jidai and she looked briefly at her hands.

She really couldn't just kill the male, right?

"Onee-chan?"

Kagome smiled slightly as she returned to her seat next to Souta. She placed a calming hand on his leg and ruffled his hair in reassurance.

She couldn't do it, not in front of her brother. As long as she could, she would not let her brother become tainted by her instincts, on the other hand if anyone tried to harm him no god could save them from her.

The Goshinboku jewel pulsed on her chest soothing her worried heart as she continued her chat with her little brother.

I . I . I . I . I . I . I . I . I . I .

"What you see my dear?"

The slick voice ran over her skin like ice cold water as she stared sightlessly forward, blind violet eyes unblinking.

"A great power has entered the vicinity."

Her world was just a swirling mass of color, shifting on a single axis as it spun. The world thought that she was unfortunate because of her sightlessness. The world was wrong, the world she saw was so much more wonderful than what one could see with real eyes.

She was a powerful physic and a rare one at that, her faction was both new and ancient only a few of them existed, the Sightless. They could not be born as other people with supernatural powers, they were 'created'.

Faintly she could feel a pulse of power and as she gazed into the swirling colors in her head she saw a mass of violet, one of her own kind was near. The violet color formed the image of a face, young and male with a cloth tied securely around his eyes. His mouth opened and closed soundlessly but she could almost hear the word they mouthed.

'She has finally come, the last stage will soon begin.'

Kamis please have mercy on their souls.

I . I . I . I . I . I . I . I . I . I .

"Tsukasa?"

The young Eraser was staring at the sky as it darkened into the inky black night, but he turned as his name was called.

"Yes, Tomonori-san?"

The teacher took his place by the boy's side. The boy had been unusually quiet and it worried him greatly.

"Is something wrong Tsukasa?"

The boy turned back to watching the sky a slight look of apprehension on his face as he watch the twinkling stars.

"The Eraser fleet has returned."

. : End Chapter : .

: . Author's Note . :

I seem to be getting horrible with keeping up the regular updates don't I, but I should all even out after the first of June, during my summer vacation.

I'm going around and putting more of my support in with other authors and I have a report due on Friday, plus finals are coming up so life is a little hectic but I do have this short chapter for you and a chapter of Muichi Motsu is coming either today or tomorrow.

And so the plot of thisstory thickens with babble that may or may not be relevant with the plot, and we start to wonder about what the hell Kagome is going to do with those voices in her head, they will be returning no ifs, ands, or buts.

Ja ne

. : Review Responses : .

LKLTB - Yes it is, but I do love a dark story.

sakurakitsune14 - the meeting is a big deal to this story, as you can guess from the Kagome/Itsuki incident, and from there it really starts to unwravel.

Tsukiko-san - I was just reading one of your updates and I completely agree on the pairing thing, it's really not a crossover otherwise.

: . Thanks To . :

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