Betray Your Wings

Chapter 7: Iris

Written (mostly) by Lady Inari

Beta-ed (a little) by anime-luney

Inari- Minor blood, and what really happened the night Sasuke's parents were killed. If you really look at the lyrics, and the paragraphs below them, it looks like what really happened matches the lyrics. Spooky, if you ask me. I never really noticed until a while ago...

There was a bloodstained kunai in my hand. There was one more person left in the mansion that I had left to kill: My mother. My red eyes flickered back and forth as I stalked her like the foxes that I had lived my life with. I found her battling my younger twin brother.

"Leave her, brother! She is mine!" He moved away, looking at my face, which was splattered with the blood of the victims of my kunai blade and the eyes that were both sharingan and misted over with bloodlust.

"She is yours, onee-chan. I'll go look for survivors. I don't think we've found Sasuke yet." The woman's eyes widened, looking so very much like a deer caught in the headlights of the truck that was about to run her over.

"Not Sasuke! Please, take me instead!" I grinned ferally, and pounced on the woman that was once my mother, and drove my kunai deep into her chest; into her heart.

"As you wish, mother." My eyes stared down into hers as I watched the light in them died, and her screams fell away.

And I'd give up forever to touch you,

Cuz I know that you feel me somehow.

You're the closest to Heaven,

That I'll ever be,

And I don't want to go home right now.

Huh? Whose voice was that? I looked up and around. The voice was from inside my head, and all around me.

I opened my eyes. I hadn't realized that they were closed.

All I can taste is this moment,

And all I can breathe is your life.

Sooner, or later, it's over,

I just don't want to miss you tonight.

I was lying on a bed, white sheets pulled up around my chin. I looked around, eyes only half open because of the light streaming in from the windows above my head. Sitting in a chair next to me was Gaara. Next to his chair was the gourd full of sand that he always carried with him. He was the one who was singing, and so beautifully at that.

And I don't want the world to see me,

Because I don't think that they'd understand.

When everything's made to be broken,

I just want you to know who I am

My eyes slid shut; the sun was warming my face. I thought over what had happened. My eyes snapped open again as I finally took in what had happened.

And you can't fight the tears that ain't comin',

Or the moment of truth in your lies.

When everything feels like the movies,

Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive...

The last time I was forced to relieve the memory when I had killed her as I thought of my mother, I had collapsed on the ground and hadn't come out of it for more than 12 hours. Itachi had done it, even though it was an accident.

Startled at this thought, I sat up suddenly, and felt my head spin. "Ugh," I muttered, holding my head. Gaara was there, holding me.

"Are you alright, Kagome?" The question sounded odd, as though he was thinking about something else as he said it.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a headache." But that wasn't exactly true. I had spent years repressing those memories into a dark corner of my mind, and now I found that I just didn't have the will power to force them back where they were. "Are you okay, Gaara?"

"I'm… not entirely sure. It's not actually me that's the problem; it's what you did for me that is. What I mean to say is… why did you go to all the bother of saving me when I'm just a demon?" Gaara moved away and stared at his hands as if they were covered on blood.

"Gaara! How could you say something like that? You know you're not a demon. But I wouldn't care even if you were, because I'd still love you." I felt my cheeks heat up and I was sure it wasn't the sun on my face that was the cause.

Gaara clenched a hand and turned back to me. He pulled me up out of the bed and kissed me. He broke it, however, before I could begin to kiss back. I looked at my future mate with wide, pouting eyes, begging him to kiss me again. "Thank you Kagome. You have no idea how much that means to me when you say that you love me. I love you, too, Kagome."

I brought my hands around Gaara's back and pulled his shirt off his right shoulder. My long-fingered, pale hand touched the exposed skin gently.

"Kagome, you know we shouldn't do this here. Someone might walk in, like your brother."

I sighed. Of course I knew that; I was just hoping. "Yeah, that'd be just like Itachi to do. But can I at least have a kiss?"

Gaara smiled and kissed me. I began to kiss back and allowed his tongue to slip into my mouth and turning it into a wet, French kiss. We grew more and more oblivious to our surroundings, until we were pushed apart and Gaara was punched in the cheek and hit the wall with a resounding crack, slid down the wall and hit the floor.

As Gaara struggled to get to his feet holding the ribs that had hit the floor when he landed, I whirled around to face an angry Itachi. Standing in the doorway was Dumbledore and Inuyasha and Kuroune and Maboroshi and Kurama. The last four were grinning.

I yelled angrily at my red-eyed brother, "What was that for, you BAKA!"

"What was what for, sister? Giving that demon what he deserved, by any chance?"

I sucked in air angrily, before letting it out in a loud, LOUD shout, "Don't you DARE call him a demon, Itachi!" Itachi looked surprised, and, was that fear I saw on his face? I sighed, and flicked my net of black hair around my face and turned to help Gaara up off the ground. I slung one of his arms around my shoulders and hoisted him to his feet. I glared angrily at my twin brother. "And don't you dare insult my future mate, brother. If you do again, I'll kill you in the same way that I killed your mother."

"What, consumed by bloodlust from killing everyone in the house?" I snarled at him.

"Ooh, tension. Glad to see that my remaining family doesn't have any problems what-so-ever." Itachi whipped his head around, black ponytail flying to face Sasuke, who had joined the group standing in the Infirmary doorway. I just rolled my eyes.

Sasuke had started to talk more, which happened to bring out his sarcastic side. I couldn't tell what was making Sasuke talk more, but I was almost positive that it had something to do with that red-haired witch that I had seen him walk across the grounds one night with awhile back.

I had stayed out of his business, because I had no business in my youngest brother's affairs. "So," I muttered, "What's gonna happen now?"

Gaara, still in pain, whispered something into my ear. I cracked a grin. I helped Gaara sit down on the edge of the bed that I had not too long ago occupied, and walked over to Sasuke and the rest of the group by the doors. I whispered something into each of their ears, everyone except Dumbledore and Inuyasha.

The four grinned and bolted out of the room. I walked back across the room to where Itachi was watching, stunned. I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the Infirmary. I winked to a scowling Gaara as I passed. "Why don't we go take a walk, brother?"

From the look on my twin's face, I could tell he was confused by my mood swings. We walked down to the grounds in silence. My razor-sharp senses were on high alert because I could tell that we were being followed by a demon. Not a full-blooded demon, but a half. I let my right free hand inch down to my kunai pouch.

I grasped the handle of one particularly bloodstained one. That's right, I still have that kunai from seven years ago when I had gone on that killing rampage, which was more than Itachi could say, at least. I flipped it so that I could use it more like a dagger. I spun around and saw that inu hanyou from before.

"You." I growled. "Tell me something, brother. Why do you have the demon that killed Sango under your command?"

Itachi said nothing. Inuyasha, however sneered, "It was not only Sango that I killed. I also killed Miroku and my half-brother, Sesshomaru."

Hissing, I leapt forward and attacked with my kunai. Inuyasha, however, dodged, and Itachi pulled me back. I froze as I felt cold steel against my throat. ((Inari- this was supposed to be the end of this chapter, but I couldn't let it go. Luney-))

But it wasn't my twin—it was a bat demon that I had not sensed. He pressed the razor-sharp katana against my throat, but the blade was knocked away by a black spear. Holding onto the spear was another bat demon, this one with black wings-- it was Maboroshi. He tackled Korosu into the dirt and threw his katana away.

No POV

Maboroshi snarled into Korosu's face and his eyes returned to their normal vermillion color. As the black bat demon shook his head in exasperation, a thick lock of his black hair fell across his right eye. He stood up and walked away, leaving the four stunned persons behind him.

Harry walked into the castle and up into the Gryffindor common room. He stalked up to his old dormitory and to his bed. He sat down heavily, sighing as the bed did the same. Harry moved to the trunk at the end of his bed. He squatted down in front of it and opened it.

Lying on top of his folded robes was his Firebolt. Wryly, he smiled, 'Amazing, once I thought that riding this was like flying. I guess I have no real reason for it anymore.'

Harry pulled out a quill and a scrap of parchment. He started to scrawl out a message, before he realized that it wasn't English. It was like English to Harry, but he knew that Ron wouldn't be able to read it. He flipped over the parchment and began to write again in his messy, extended human writing: Ron, you may think that I'm gone for good, but I'm not. I among you, but I have also no need for my Firebolt for reasons you might already know; so I'm giving it to you. Harry, also known as Maboroshi.

Harry laid the Firebolt on Ron's bed and the note folded over the top of it; and walked out of the room. He moved across the castle, snake-like, but not particularly trying to avoid the students. He was planning to reveal his true identity to Dumbledore, even though Harry suspected that the old man knew that he was a former student.

Scoffing, Maboroshi padded to the Headmaster's office. The man was already there, he knew. The gargoyle guarding the office let him through when he took a look at the intimidating demon.

He didn't even bother to knock on the heavy wooden door with the hand that wasn't grasping the black spear. He sidled into the room, the bell on his earring ringing softly.

"Headmaster," he said respectfully, bowing his head before straightening up. "There is something that I need to tell you. I am not who I appear to be. I told you when we met before that my name was Maboroshi." Harry sighed, and pushed the bangs off his forehead, revealing his lightning-bolt shaped scar.

Dumbledore, who was sitting at his desk, looked at Harry in surprise and smiled. "Well, this is a pleasant surprise. I had a guess but I had dismissed it at the sight that you had wings. How did you get them?"

"No, I'm sorry but that is my business and nobody else's. If you'll excuse me." Maboroshi bowed slightly, a habit he had picked up from his friends at the cave, and moved out the door, pausing to pet Fawkes on the top of his head. He exited the castle and flew towards the cave where Sirius had lived for a short while.

He had barely entered the cave and sat down with his back to the entrance, before he felt a club hit the back of his head and he fell unconscious, a shadow falling over his limp body, spear clattering and rolling away.

Inari- Well, at least you know more about Kagome's past… and what'll happen to Harry, and who was the owner of that club! There's something in the first chapter that was mentioned about Kagome being on Gaara's team… If we saw Temari in the first Chapter, so that leaves… Who she 'was' and what her Sharingan can do, will become important, so the first one to figure it out gets a whole truckload of plushies!

Luney-I hope you guys have storage. That's a lot of plushies to win!