Author's Note: Okay, I am SO fucking sorry that I haven't updated in so long...been really busy, you know? As I said before, I go to this hard as Hell private school where I get bitched at for not being a prep. THE ENTIRE FREAKING POPULATION WEARS PINK! ...grr. Well, the reason this chapter is late is because I got in a fight, and my punishment was to type a freaking 5 page single-spaced essay for a week on "good behavior." I wrote on top of every one "Fuck Good Behavior," which wasn't a good move on my part. So there. Um, I will try to make the academy section pass as quick as possible without cutting anything out.

Oh, and THAKYOU FOR THE REVIEWS! I will not be typing responses, unless it's to a flame or something I think needs to be addressed. This is because I hate it when I open a 20,000 word story and 15,000 words of it are review responses. But if you leave you email, I will try to send you a message.

Now, ONTO THE STORY!

WAIT! READ! Inuyasha will come into the story as soon as Kagome is sent on her first mission... which means soon.

Disclaimer: Fuck the lawyers, and I will not be held responsible if you use any of the ideas on this.

Chapter 5

Purity

"Sir! Does this mean...?" She asked with evident shock.

"Yes, Leila, Kagome is the Dark Flame."

Only Leila seemed to understand the significance of this statement. She gasped and covered her eyes, making the sign of the cross. The other assassins looked at her in confusion, wondering what the big deal was about.

Kagome snorted.

"Well, that's something you don't see everyday, an assassin making the sign of the cross."

She let out a giggle, and received more glares for her insolence.

"Shut up, child," Lilith seethed, her face was innocent, but her emerald eyes betrayed her true hatred.

Leila shook her head, eyes widened to an almost comical state at their ignorance.

"Sir!" She addressed Sam instantly. "Do they not...?"

Leila left the question unfinished.

"No, and don't you tell them. Now...fetch." Sam answered with a small smirk.

"Sir." Leila bowed her head, saluted, and walked away.

"What was that about, Sir?" Lilith asked, still glaring at Kagome with cold, hardened eyes.

Before Sam could answer, Kagome stuck out her chin and laughed. "Nothing. At least nothing that concerns a pawn like you." She whispered, still laughing.

Lilith lunged at her. With claws extended, she hacked at the place where Kagome was standing. Without a thought, Kagome ducked out of the way, not aware of how she looked to the others. To them, it seemed as though she had disappeared, even leaving a slight after image. Kagome reappeared behind Lilith and slammed her lilliputian fist into the small of Lilith's back.

"That will be enough Kagome." Sam finally spoke, after watching the entire spectacle with an amused glint in his eyes. "Lilith, do not cross my charge. 01 and 02, you are dismissed. The two teams moved off, Sachiel pausing to pick up the fallen Lilith. Kagome watched them move back towards a small cabin to the right of all the others.

"Those are your new bunk mates. Treat them with respect, if you will." Sam said after a moments pause.

"They'll kill me, won't they?" She asked, a wry grin upon her face. Sam merely shook his head.

"Sir!" Leila was back with both the amulet and the armband. She bowed low and ran off to join her team mates.

"So...What now?" Kagome asked, staring mockingly at Sam.

"Now...we get you outfitted. As well as explain a few things you might want to know"

"Aye, sir. " She replied in a mocking voice.

"We shall see, Kagome, we shall see."

"You have got to be kidding me." Kagome stared at Sam with a disbelieving look upon her face. At least, she stared at what used to be Sam.

In his place stood a horse, lean with long, hard muscles covering his form. The stallion stood twice as tall as Kagome's hight. His black fur was cropped short and silky, perfectly groomed without a speck of dust. He had a long, deep maroon mane and tale, also glossy and combed. His hooves were polished and clean, as dark as his coat. But the most shocking thing about him was his eyes. They were the same color as his mane, with white pinpricks of light serving as pupils. He flexed his shoulders, and Kagome got another surprise. Long, black feathery wings protruded from his shoulder blades.

Then the horse-Sam Kagome reminded herself sternly, spoke. He had Sam's voice, although it echoed in the small room.

"Shocked?" It was sarcastic, and Kagome could not let him best her.

"Nope, not at all. This shit happens to me every day." She put on her most innocent face and smiled.

"Thought so. Come, we need to outfit you." Sam resorted back into his human form.

"OH MY GOD! PERVERT!" Kagome screamed.

Sam cocked an eyebrow at her, and straightened. "What? I told you I was going to change, didn't I?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"well then, what's the problem? You were warned." He stood grinning as Kagome blushed like mad.

"Yeah, but you didn't say you'd be naked. Say, aren't they supposed to be bigger than that?"

Sam's smile turned into a grimace as he cuffed Kagome soundly over the head.

"Respect you elders." He murmured.

Kagome giggled. "I actually have them?"

"..."

"To the clothing!" Sam announced, and dragged Kagome off into the depths of the building.

two hours later

"Um..." Kagome stared at herself, unsure of how to respond to her new outfit.

She was covered with a spandex/silk cloth. It spanned from the top of her neck to her ankles. The outfit was long-sleeved, and tight as her skin.

Her long, matted hair had been buzzed off, leaving her only with black peach fuzz. She had been scrubbed until raw, leaving Kagome with a clean sensation she had not felt for weeks.

Kagome now wore black leather combat boots, steel toed and reaching mid-calf. She moved awkwardly, the black utility harness weighing down on her chest and shoulders. Her hands were covered in tight fingerless black leather gloves.

"I look kick-ass, don't I?" Kagome asked, and twirled.

The seam mistress gasped, covering her mouth with one hand. "Why, I never! Young ladies such as your self should never use such language as that."

Kagome merely snorted, before following Sam even farther down into the reassess of the school.

"This, Kagome, Is your room." Sam told her, and left to attend to his own duties. The room had five beds in it, each made of a polished stainless steel. Names were carved above each one, and Kagome stumbled around until she found her own bed.

Without a thought, she collapsed against it, closing her eyes against the days to come. Her body relaxed as she fell into an abyss of sleep.

Dream sequence

Waves crashed against rocky cliffs and spilled onto white sand. A rugged forest adjoined the beach. The forest was covered in vines and rugged cobwebs, there silky strands illuminated by moonlight. The forest was devoid of creatures. Long, bony branches reached towards the sky, flashes of lightning casting shadows upon the earth.

The deep blue and gray ocean was pounding violently onto the beach, distorting the natural sand with it's presence. On the cliffs, a person stood, covered in blood. She blended in with the dark sky, shadows stretching to cover her. Her long black hair whipped around her head, and she seamed to be staring at something far below. Another flash of lightning uncovered what she was looking at. A man was struggling to free himself, impaled by a rock. It rose a foot out of his chest, smeared with a crimson substance. Blood.

It shone in the darkness. The man's lips were moving, screaming something. His long hair was red-the same color as the blood. It had been white once, but now it was soaked with his own life-blood. His eyes were widened in panic. They were a brilliant golden color. The pupils were slitted. Those eyes, those beautiful eyes, were coated in a mixture of tears and blood. Small, triangular ears protruded from his head, matted from clotted blood. His porcelain skin was bruised and covered with severe burns. The man's muscular legs flailed in the air, trying to escape some invisible hold upon him. Long, clawed hands ripped at his chest, trying to get a secure hold upon th slick rock. The woman above him moved, and her froze. She took something from around her neck and yanked off the chain. The man watched paralyzed for a moment, before struggling even harder that before. She pushed the thing inside a gun of some sort, moving with the preciseness of years of practice. With slow, measured movements, she aimed the gun at the man and pulled the trigger without a moments hesitation. The man jolted, and went still.

AN: I'm sorry, I meant for this chapter to be longer, but I don't have enough time and just wanted to get something out. READ THE DREAM! IT IS VERY IMPORTANT! With that said...I will probably have another chapter out this weekend. Ugh.

Review, please!

Thorn