. : Inazuma : .

: . By Akikazu . :

. : Chapter Sixteen : .

"Strangely enough this situation is becoming oddly familiar."

Kagome pushed away from Itsuki's chest and peered up into his sleeping face. He looked peaceful and handsome, though she would die before telling him. She tried to ease out of his grip but it only tightened and pulled her back against him.

"Stay," he murmured.

Her heart fluttered but she ruthlessly squashed it down, this was no time to get a crush on a guy, felt she may have tried to kill numerous time before. She had to resist the urge to smack him as she would have done if he was awake, but he was sleeping and she supposed she could forgive him, this time at least.

"You're so warm."

She blushed, heavily. The cause of her red tinted cheeks snuggled her more firmly against him. Her blush then intensified as one of his hands brushed her breast and the other curled over her bottom.

"Itsuki, wake up," she hissed.

"Nh."

Then he had the nerve to roll over, leaving her no possible escape routes.

"Itsuki," she tried louder this time.

His head nuzzled into her neck.

"ITSUKI!"

His head snapped up, knocking into her chin. Kagome whimpered and the weight that had been settled on top of her disappeared. Her eyes cautiously slid open and she caught sight of Itsuki hovering over her on his hands and knees.

"Kagome?" His voice was groggy.

She almost felt like crying, this had been a horrendous morning, then again then she was also finding it hard not to laugh. However both, at the extremes she was considering them at, were accompanied by tears and so the drops of salted water began to gather in her eyes.

Itsuki spotted them at once at became immediately conscious in his alarm.

"Kagome, are you crying?"

He had backed off a bit and Kagome used the room to roll over and cover her face.

"No," to her disappointment her lying skills were failing her.

"Kagome, what's wrong?"

His voice was so soft in caring that she felt tears start leaking down her cheeks. Why were these violate feelings roving within her? Why was she starting to feeling for Itsuki?

"Why couldn't you be mean, or disfigured and bitter?" She mumbled.

Itsuki made a questioning noise and placed a hand on her shoulder to flip her over. However that's when they were, once again, interrupted.

"Yes, why? I do so hate killing the cute ones."

Kagome turned over and saw a man lounging on a nearby tree branch, he wore the outfit the men who had attacked Sota and her at home, except that it was all black.

"An Eraser," Itsuki commented under his breath.

The man clapped his hands together excitedly.

"Correct! I am an Eraser, the Fallen Angle to be exact. Now can you guess why I'm here?" He began to speak in a singsong voice, "I'll give you a clue. It starts with a 'k' and ends with a 'u'."

"I don't suppose we can all just sit down for a cup of tea instead," Itsuki suggest dryly.

The Fallen Angle shook his head in mock exasperation, "nope, that won't do at all. I'm afraid we'll have to settle for a little fight."

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

"Wrong. Try again."

Sota shifted into the 'ready position', balancing his weight on the balls of his feet.

"Lower."

He sank down lower, growing slightly agitated with his teacher, Sakura's older sister Kimi.

"Lower."

He was sure that if he went any lower his hands would hit the floor.

"Good, now let's try this again. Ichi."

Souta's right arm moved into the first block, vertical to the floor, crossing with his left arm as he brought the left to his waist.

"Ni."

He mirrored the first move with his left arm leading.

"San."

The next block.

"Shi."

The complementing block.

"Go."

Next.

"Roku."

Mirror.

"Shichi."

Next.

"Hachi."

Mirror.

"Kyu."

He first crossed his arms in front of his face before bringing them both to his waist.

"Ju."

And then he slid back into the starting position.

"Better. Again."

And on it went for the next hour when Noya finally came and rescued him.

"Kimi, I think he's had enough."

"I guess," her voice was reluctant.

"Sota, let's go. I want to get meditation in before lunch."

Sota felt his aura leave the room and trailed after it, avoiding any objects in his path with natural ease. He felt Sakura approaching and slowed his walk so she could catch up.

"Hi Sota, how was your training with Kimi nee-chan?"

"I believe I'll avoid your older sister like the plague."

She laughed and he felt his face burn slightly. He enjoyed making her laugh. Maybe now he was coming to understand why Kagome had made her sacrifices to make Inu Yasha smile. His face hitting the ground brought him back to reality.

"Sota, are you okay?"

He pushed himself up and off the ground.

"Yeah, I was just woolgathering."

"Sota, you were hugging a sheep."

He couldn't image someone sound as serious as she did at the moment and he immediately broke down into laughter.

"Sota, get over here!"

His laughter subsided.

"Sorry Sakura, I got to go. My wonderful sensei is waiting on me."

"See you around Sota."

Sakura left and Sota ran to catch up to Noya. His aura was peeved.

"I see you've met Sakura."

"Yeah, she's really nice," he sighed.

They exited the building at that moment, and Sota felt the sun and wind rush over his skin.

"Don't get too close."

Sota stopped, unfamiliar with the dark tone Noya had spoken with.

"Noya?"

"I don't want you approaching my sister with any sort of relationship in mind."

And he walked away, leaving Sota alone to sort out his mixed feelings.

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

"I hope you know that this is getting rather repetitive. If you don't think of something soon, I'll being stealing your girlfriend away."

Itsuki said nothing as he dodged again. There was nothing that he could do when he had Kagome clinging to him.

A dark glow passed over their heads and he evaded another attack.

"Such a tedious ordeal. I should have just taken her while you slept. But you were so cute, I didn't want to wake you."

He felt anger burning in his stomach as he though of their current pursuer carrying off Kagome. The feeling of protectiveness he held for her were really outstanding.

"Kagome, I need to put you down so I can fight."

She didn't reply and he looked down at her anxiously. Her eyes were glowing again, this time a rather ominous shade of darkness. Thought it was close, the color couldn't be described as simply black.

"Set me down."

The voice commanded that he obey and he did, setting her down carefully and then steeping away. Itsuki knew better than to get in the way as she changed like this. Speaking of which, how did these changes happen to her? Yesterday he could have sworn she had been inhabited by a Darklore, and the Darklore mentioned a "Mythrel" and that could be none other than an Eraser name. Currently however she didn't seem to be either.

"You are in my way. Leave or I shall kill you."

The Fallen Angel snorted, his stance arrogant.

"I'm shaking in my hula skirt."

'Kagome's' hand swept outward and a scythe dropped into it out of nowhere.

"You're choice."

And she attacked.

: . End Chapter . :

. : Author's Note : .

This chapter was weird to write. It's especially hard when I write from Sota's perspective because he can't see and so I can't put in any visual details.

Anyways this week is a short week, only three days, though I do have to go to school tomorrow, but at least it's a short day.

I'd like everyone to note that with the exception of Mythrel all mentioned psychics are actually cards in the Aquarian Age card game.

Inazuma is getting there, only a handful of chapters left and I look back at the work I have done and I wonder why it all seems so random. Then I look at Muichimotsu and I wonder where the dark atmosphere went.

I guess I'm changing a lot these days, but I still get millions of ideas and can't wait to start my next fanfiction. My profile has my ideas for next, if you got any ideas for a pairing or crossover I should do, I'd like to hear it.

Also, when we get there, I'll be answering all reviews to the second to the last chapter of this story, so if you got any comments save them and I'll make the announcement on the chapter.

See ya

: . Next Time .:

The battle with the Fallen Angel

Getting there

In honor of what you once were

Feelings

I really like you

Awakening