Insane-san says: Here's another chapter... I figure, why not put up the chapters I have and then write more later and make everyone wait longer? Hah. Starting four fanfictions at once might be bad, but it could also be a good thing. Reviews please. They make me giggle.

This chapter is dedicated to my lovely reviewer, A Fading Shadow.

Dear Fading Shadow,
You are so nice
You are so cool
You're so effin' awesome
I'll buy you a pool.
Inuyasha's ego,
of course it shall flare
He'll be 'maniacal'
Let's go eat a bear.
I love Zelda
And Baten Kaitos, too.
I play Dance Dance Revolution.
Let's smack Xhela with a shoe.


Peacock Feathers

II

My heart was pounding rapidly in my chest.

'A poltergeist?' I asked myself. Their soul purpose is to stay on this earth to hurt and annoy the living; to create disorder and noise and pure chaos. And to add onto that evil,

They never get bored.

Once they start haunting and making havoc, they enjoy it to the fullest. Forever.

The only way to get rid of them is to have an exorcism done on your house by a Catholic priest…Either that, or move. And I didn't really have a solid religion… On top of that, I didn't know anyone who was Catholic. So I was stuck if he decided I was a nice target for his pain.

Why would you need to know this?

Because the only ghost that could hurt you was a poltergeist…

And I was feeling pretty darn hurt at the moment.

How did I know this was a poltergeist?

Because demons died out hundreds of years ago… not one existed today. Like I said.

He was dead, I knew that much.

I never had any experience with poltergeists so this was a shocking thing here, ya know?

I had no idea that they could grab you with their hands... I read that they could only move objects to harm you with... And I could feel his hand. I was gripping it with my shaking fingers, trying to get his hand off of me. So poltergeists were...Tangible? Was that possible after death?

I stared at him through my terrified eyes.

He was looking at my face carefully. That wasn't normal. Ever since I knew about this thing I had, I did as much research as I could on ghosts. It was actually rare for a poltergeist to let you see it… So what was wrong with this one? I was so scared I could barely take in a breath!

Wait… that might've been because he was squeezing my neck so tightly.

"Pl…ease…" I managed. "Let…me…GO!" He gripped tighter.

I winced under the pressure and decided I was going to die.

'Wait...WHAT! DIE!'I yelled to myself. I was so weak I couldn't fight. Not even a kick where it hurts… Even if he wasn't choking me so nastily, I think I would have been too scared to even move.

"Stop whinin', kid. It won't get you anywhere in your pathetic mortal life." He said in a cold, strangely taunting voice. I stared him in the eyes for a few moments before trying to speak. "Shut up." He commanded. Ouch… that hurt. My arms began falling down to my sides. I couldn't grip his arms any longer. "Listen, kid…Do you know a guy around here who--" There was a loud knock on the door. "Honey, are you okay? You've been in there for a while…" My mother said. "Curses…" He whispered. He released me and sprinted to my window. In one swift punch, he shattered the glass and was gone. Just like that. The small kitsune hopped out after him, giggling.

I slumped to the ground, gasping for precious oxygen.

The door opened so fast it nearly flew off its hinges. My mom was in here famous Karate-kick pose. "KAGOME!" She shouted. She ran over to me and dropped to her knees. "Oh, what happened!" She asked sounding very concerned. "I…I…was…" I panted. "It's alright…" She moved my hand from my neck and I saw her eyes widen.

"It's going to be just fine, Kagome. Don't be scared… Whoever did this to you is gone…" She said.

What was that supposed to mean? That scary poltergeist could come back whenever he wanted… He was searching for some guy, I knew that much. And for some reason, he suspected me to know him.

I leaned back onto the wall and closed my eyes. I was gaining my strength back fast.

"We can talk about this later, okay?" she said with a smile. I smiled weakly back at her.

I winked stupidly and pushed myself to my feet. I breathed in a fresh gulp of air and sighed it all out.

"Sure, mom…Sure…"

"Your dinner's getting cold, Kagome!" My mother called to me.

"One sec, mom! I'm talking to Eri!" I shouted back. I fixed my position on the couch.

White leather and OLD. It had been in my house before I was even born.
I loved it, though.

"… He was a small thing? Like a…A Kitsune..? Is that what they're called?" I laughd.
"Yeah. He was a Kitsune. Cute thing, too." I said smiling. My face changed to that of a murderer.
'A kid who ratted me out, too. I won't feel anymore guilt for scaring him in the bathroom...'

Eri was the only person I completely trusted out of all my friends. She never told secrets and somehow knew me very well. She understood how I was feeling without me even having to say anything. So I told her about my ability several years ago. Somehow…Keeping that secret inside me with only my mom knowing was tough. I couldn't deal with it as a kid. I sighed. "Something wrong, Kagome?" She asked me.

"Oh, no! Uh…Why do you ask?" "Because of the way you're acting… You know you can tell me." I smiled and leaned back into the white leather couch.

"Yeah. But really. It's nothing." I never said I told her everything, did I?

"Okayyy…Listen, I've gotta go, Kagome. I'll talk to you later, hm?"

She was always so cheerful…

Having the ability to see the dead walking around changes you. It makes you more aware of death, but less afraid of it. Sometimes I'd think that I was supposed to be cheerful and hyper, like Eri, but I wasn't. I was always quiet in school and I never talked much. I was always drawing pictures of ghosts in class which pretty much caused uproar in my first school…

I transferred, and no problem! Most kids at my new school were gothic. So they thought I was ok.

"Sure, Eri. I'll see you tomorrow then?" "Yeah! Great! See ya, Kag." I raised an eyebrow. "ERI! I told you never to call me-" -click- "…that."

"Oy…" I dropped the phone on the couch and ran to the kitchen.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mom." I grabbed a plate and served myself some delicious sushi and miso soup. One of my favorite meal combos of all time!

I knelt down and sighed. I grabbed some chop-sticks and a soup-spoon. Before I dug in, I felt the hairs rise on my neck. I looked up and glanced around. My eyes fell on my mother. She was staring at me. "Kagome…" She began. "You've been sighing a lot lately…" Silence followed.

"It's hard… isn't it?"

My eyes shined slightly with tears. I smiled. "Sometimes."

She still held her serious gaze. "I'm so sorry… I can't…" she blinked. "I can't relate to what you're going through in any way, Kagome. Please forgive me for that." I felt my mouth open.

Idiotically, I shook my head. "You don't ever have to feel bad. There's nothing you or anyone else can do about it. I don't need other people to feel what I'm feeling…"

I lowered my hands to my lap to hide them. They were shaking… I didn't understand why, so somehow, I was ashamed.

I suddenly remembered the poltergeist. I was so scared of him... I couldn't defend myself.
I needed to work on my strength. Maybe work out?
Maybe my mom was feeling guilty for not being there for me.

"I'm not really hungry, mom. I'll be in my room, kay?"

She hadn't smiled once. She didn't even nod. So I went upstairs.

I plopped down on my bed. I glanced at my window with an amused smile. There was a large plank of wood covering the window. I grabbed my pillow and pushed it over my face. I felt terrible. Exhausted, sad, weak… need I go on?

Then I sat up. My pillow bounced to the floor.

A breeze.

There was a breeze… a draft.

I swallowed.

I shifted my gaze towards the source of the strange chill.

My window... The plank of wood was on the ground. I swallowed the lump in my throat again.
I didn't even hear it fall. I looked up, slowly.

There, perched on my windowsill, was the poltergeist.

He looked quite amused at my expression.

"Hello again." He said with a sinister smile.

His white dog ears shifted backwards slightly to catch some sound that my human ears could not. His golden eyes were burning with an emotion that I, at the time, could only describe as hatred. He certainly wasn't one of those scrawny types… He looked like he had worked out quite a bit when he was… alive. His black, short-sleeved shirt stretched over his torso like a glove. He had long-legged pants that were black also. They seemed to sort of bunch up at his bare feet. A thick chain hung around his neck with a small purple jewel attached to the front of it. A young face, too. He couldn't have been much older than me when he died...

I found myself pondering why on earth someone with such pretty white hair would wear black instead of his hair color. Then again, blondes don't wear yellow very often.

I held back my shudder. "What do you want with me?" I thought I sounded quite brave and confident! …Which is probably not how I sounded.

"I'm not sure… Your presence… I'm drawn here. Ya see, I'm looking for someone."

I nodded with a confused face. "And…?" He smirked and lowered his head. His eyes glared at me through his silver bangs. "And…I was wondering if you knew him."

I scrunched my nose up and glared back. "I don't know him! Whoever he is..!"

"Keh…He should stand out." I tilted my head slightly. "Stand…out…?"

"Yes, you fool. Stand out. Can't your human mind understand that!" He shouted in frusteration.

Man... No patience. What a total JERK.

My jaw dropped. Why was it that every time this jerk said something to smack me down, I just sat there! "Well, you should describe him! Describe! Understand that!" Is what I wanted to yell. In a cold tone… like his. "Well…Umm…how does he look..?" I stammered pathetically. His smirk faded and he scowled. "I've never actually seen him in person. I've read about him though. Dark hair… light eyes." Oh yah. That told me LOADS about this guy. "Uhmm... I'm afraid I will… need more information." I said meekly. Stupid. Stupid. STUPID!

He hopped off the window sill and crouched on the ground.

"In most stories and paintings, he has grey eyes and dark, long hair. That's all I know about his appearance, okay!" He snarled.

I nodded and gripped my covers.

"Any...Anything else that might help me..?" He started growling. Growling!

"He can see the dead. Ghosts. Spirits. Whatever."

"G…Ghosts?"

"YES! GHOSTS! FOR THE CHOSEN'S SAKE, CAN'T YOU SPEAK THIS LANGUAGE!"

"The chosen's…? Is that your God?" He stood, fangs bared and growling.

On any other day, I would've been screaming back at him, demanding some respect.
But I didn't have anything to defend myself with... And, heh, he did.

I winced and searched for something to say. "Do...Do you know his name...?"

"Yeah." He said, mood changing. He seemed calmer at least...

"His name's Kagome."

I could almost feel my pupils growing small.

Insane-san says: They'll get longer. I feel like I'm reading like... Two pages of a childrens' book when I read this chapter. I added stuff to it and took away stuff. Like I said before, I wrote these about three months ago...I think... REVIEW PLEASE! WEEEEHEEHEEE!