Awakened Dead Chapter 3: November 2nd, an inuyasha fanfic

Disclaimers: I do not own Inuyasha

A/N Sorry for the long over due update, but now that one fic is done, I'm hoping to keep this one going again. So expect some sort of constant updates. Depending how well I manage my time with school and artwork, I'll try to keep this going so that I post up every other week. Mk?

Awakened Dead

Chapter 3. November 2nd

Oh how she dreaded waking up in the mornings for school. She should have really just shut up and gone to bed when Inuyasha told her to, but no. No she just had to badger him about some much needed answered questions and what nots. She just had to do it. Now here she was, baggy eyed, staring blankly at her buzzing clock. She was half tempted to smack it away and sleep in that much more, but knew that if she broke it her mom would have a fit.

While in her semi awake stupor, she failed to notice that her hanyou roommate was slowly but surely getting even more aggravated by the second. It wasn't until she witnessed her alarm clock flying clear across her room that she realized that she had not turned it off. Unfortunately the poor clock got broken into several pieces and left Inuyasha in a nasty mood.

What a great start to a Monday.

She buried her head into her pillow and groaned, trying to erase the image of the flying clock and the dented wall that she'd have to explain to her mom. Yet another broken item to think up an excuse for. Though her mother was all but familiar with her hatred towards the buzzing thing, maybe she'd let her off the hook for this…

Key word being maybe.

This would be the third item her mother would find broken and she would be bound to begin suspecting something. Hell she'd probably think that Kagome had anger management issues and would try to send her off to some shrink or worse a help group. She cringed at the thought of being stuck with a bunch of psychotic slash violent people and one person who would supposedly be able to make them all better again.

No. Hell no.

She would go to a store after school and replace the clock, clean up the mess, and put up a poster where the dent was. But first things first, Inuyasha had hell to pay for making her freak out so early in the god forsaken morning. She knew he could sense the pure anger just pulsing from her body. She knew this because in no time he had ceased his growling, his fidgeting and above all she could hear him inch away from her bed.

Turning her head slowly, in a very creepy manner, she had full out glared at him from her pillow. She really wanted to kill him right now, except that he was already dead, so what did that leave her with? Nothing, absolutely nothing. There was no way she could harm him in any way since he was pretty much nothing but air. So instead, she decided to do what girls seem to be able to do best.

Aim for the head.

Oh yes, some psychological damage would be very satisfying.

"F-feh, why are ya looking at me like that girl," Inuyasha stammered, obviously trying to keep his voice in a threatening tone in an attempt to have the upper hand in this whole ordeal.

Kagome growled at him, noting how his entire body froze up from the sound. She turned her body into an upright sitting position while keeping a deathly eye contact with him, "Under no circumstances are you to ever touch, let alone throw, anything of mine. Ever. Again. Do you understand Inuyasha?"

"Keh! Why should I listen to a hormonal bitch like you?" He tried growling, but found himself unable to, so instead he crossed his arms in an intimidating way. He also tried baring his fangs, except that he could barely move his body since he was too goddamn frightened from her stupid constant death glares.

"Why?" Kagome chuckled darkly, "Because this hormonal bitch will purify your ass into the next oblivion. Or maybe I really should seal you away, hm for what? Another five centuries? Or maybe forever. I could bury your stupid sword in the middle of nowhere, and you'd be all alone forever."

Wow, since when has she ever been this cold? What an even worse way to start a Monday. Hell, she wished she could start the morning all over again so she could stop her alarm clock from flying and begin with a smile on her face. Yeah, too bad that she couldn't do that.

"I knew it! You are a cold bitch after all!"

That had sparked him. He had jumped up and pointed an accusing finger at her, "You're just like her! To think that I almost felt comfortable around you, but it was all a lie to lour me into a false sense of security! You're exactly like her now, a filthy lying whore."

She just kept on glaring at him, ignoring the small twinges in her chest until he had left her room in a puff of angry smoke. She came to understand that the thickness of the smoke would increase whenever a spirit was agitated. Such as Tsubaki yesterday and the inu hanyou moments ago. Shaking her head, she had let out a breath that she didn't know she had been holding. She also felt a strange moisture on her cheeks and rubbed them, realizing that they were tears.

"Oh gods," She muttered, standing up. "This isn't anything worth crying over. C'mon Kagome, pull yourself together. It's time for school and you can't go in looking like crap," She told herself slowly, walking over to her broken clock and picking up all the shards carefully. She was mindful of her hands and placed all of the broken pieces in her trash bin, then proceeded to go to the washroom to have a nice, relaxing shower.

She had arrived at her school bright and early, as per usual, and was greeted by a very cheerful group of girls. These girls were her friends Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi. Sango wouldn't be at school until about two minutes before class. That's how she would always be, just on time for something.

Smiling at her three joyous friends was an easy thing to do since they would always be so caught up in each other, that they'd fail to notice what's really happening around them. That was the ultimate difference between these three girls and Sango, her most trusted friend. Sango would be able to spot Kagome in a sad mood in point zero five seconds. Basically upon catching a single glance at Kagome and vice versa. She could do the same with her, so they had become the closest of friends.

That friendship alone was the reason Kagome was passed a note only minutes into the class session. Sango had written her a note asking what was wrong, and she knew that she'd have to either blurt out the truth or think of something fast. She could always tell the semi truth after all.

"I got pissed at my clock this morning and tossed it at my wall. Between the broken lamp and the cracked mirror, I think my moms either gunna kill me or ship me off to boot camp," Kagome had written in her letter, stealthily passing it back to Sango.

She could hear her friend scribbling quickly a reply and soon enough felt the note get slipped between her fingers.

"You're mom is the nicest woman I know. Don't worry yourself over it. By the way, why didn't you tell me about the broken lamp? And this cracked mirror? What happened?"

Kagome bit her lip before writing her reply, "I pretty much had a clumsy moment Sunday and tripped and broke the lamp. I also somehow managed to crack the stupid mirror while attempting to get cleaned up. The stupid thing fell over the sink and almost gave me a head trauma. Instead it hooked itself around the sink, and with all the weight being held there the damn thing cracked."

"Well, what a terrific weekend you've had. Talk about your bad luck. You poor thing. I'll go with you to buy a new clock, and we can get you a poster, since I know how well you throw when you get angry and all… I bet there's a nice little dent in your wall, huh?"

Kagome drew a chibi sticking its tongue out at her. She really hated how right Sango would be at everything. At the very least though, she would have someone with her. Plus it felt nice to let her thoughts off her chest, even if it wasn't everything, she felt a bit better. 'I still feel horrible about what I said to Inuyasha. Heck he deserved it though! He broke my clock, and said those mean things to me too! He's been nothing but trouble ever since I set him free.' She thought, clenching her teeth angrily.

Too bad the little voice in the back of her head liked to annoy her so much. It told her that he was only mean to her this morning because she had said those things to him first. Secondly, he was an angry and stubborn demon, of course he'd be trouble. Thirdly he had saved her yesterday from a witch ghost, which had to count for something, right?

'I'm going to have to apologise to him… But not until he does it first! He started it, the jerk!' She mentally concluded, ignoring yet again the small voice that chided her childish actions towards this issue.

'Whatever.'

-X-

"Sango-san, why are we here again?" Kagome mumbled half heartedly while trailing behind her best friend in the creepy store. They had long ago gotten the new clock and the sexy poster to cover the dent in her wall, so now they were in a different store. They were currently in the heart of Tokyo, the downtown area that held many small boutiques like any other downtown area would. The difference was that this store had supposedly been here for a very long time.

"Hm? Well Kagome-chan, Miroku told me that he works here part-time and I wanted to check it out. I mean come on, who would want to work at an antique shop of all places?" Sango snorted with laughter, looking over some of the strange objects on the shelves.

"Miroku works here?" Kagome repeated questionably, now calming down somewhat with the knowledge that someone she knew actually worked here. A bookshelf in the distance had caught her interest and she had separated from her friend to go take a look at it.

"Yeah, apparently Miroku is a real historic freak and loves this place. That's why the owner gave him the job here and Miroku practically lived here already." Sango told her friend, raising a questionable brow at one of the sculptures that she found.

"Since when have you been talking to Miroku anyways? How did you know all of this?" Kagome asked.

"A-ah w-well…"

Kagome could just hear her friend blushing while she looked over each book that was on the shelf. She had been so intent on them that she had failed to notice Sango stammer out that she was going to check out the back of the store. Instead she just continued to look with over everything, mentally reading the titles on display. 'Origins of Demons… The Handbook of the Afterlife… Miko's and Necromancer's…'

"Have a particular fascination with the supernatural my dear?"

The voice made her jump suddenly, and she whirled to her side to see a grinning old man standing next to her. Blushing in embarrassment, she nodded her head vigorously and laughed nervously, "W-well see my family owns a shrine… S-so I naturally am a bit curious about this stuff."

The old man nodded knowingly, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips, "Well, I'm sure we could arrange for you to take one of these home, hm? You did look very curious reading the title Miko's and Necromancer's." He chuckled, "I'm not surprised that it interests you, in fact I'd say this book was waiting for a young girl like you for quite some time."

Kagome shot him a suspicious look, "Are you trying to use some of your salesman moves on me?" She asked in a muttered, crossing her arms stubbornly across her chest. She earned herself another old chuckle from him, and he shook his head telling her to pull out the book and take a closer look at it herself. When she did, she noticed that there was a lock on it that kept it firmly closed. She looked over at the old man to question him about it, but he was gone. 'Yeah, definitely a creepy place.' She thought, returning her attention to the book.

Running her delicate fingers over the lock, she was somewhat tempted to try and break it. She heard a faint click shortly after touching the lock and pulled her fingers away in small alarm. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that the lock had undone itself and hung weakly off the side of the book. 'That's strange, I didn't do anything but touch it. Not even infuse any spiritual powers.'

"Kagome-chan! Are you still looking at those dusty books?"

Kagome almost jumped again, but settled herself down and turned to give her friend a shaky smile. By then she was accompanied by a salesman that looked a bit older than the girls, and all too kind to them. "Who's your friend, Sango-san?"

The boy smiled brightly and stuck out his hand, "Hello, my name is Jakotsu, nice to meet you."

Kagome smiled just as brightly at him, noting some of the similar characteristics as the old man from earlier. "Hi, I'm Kagome," She shook hands with him. "Do you own this shop?"

"Hn?" Jakotsu nodded, "Yep! It belonged to my grandfather's family for a long time until he passed away. Now it's been given to me, though I may not look it, but I just adore all the history this places carries and all of the strange pieces here."

Kagome nodded, and looked back down at the book in her fingers, "Oh, here this is yours. The lock sort of broke when I touched it." She handed Jakotsu the book, "I'm really sorry, I can buy a replacement lock if you want to—"

Jakotsu squealed in alarm, surprising both women extensively with his high pitched voice. He had grabbed the book and looked it over, nodding to himself while checking over everything cautiously, "I can't believe it, you actually opened this?" He repeated in a giddy manner, "My grandfather would be so thrilled to see this!" He hummed.

"…So how much will it cost to repair it..?" Kagome asked.

"…Repair it? Absolutely nothing of course!" Jakotsu giggled, "Actually, if I remember correctly, ji-san's specific instructions concerning this book were to give it to the one who opened it." He shoved it back to Kagome, smiling amiably, "Go on, take it."

She looked at it wearily, but grasped the old book nonetheless. She stared at the leather bound thing, and ran her fingers of the smooth cover. "So how much is it?"

Jakotsu rolled his eyes at her, motioning them to follow him at the desk where the cashier sat. He of course walked behind the counter and pulled out a note pad and a pen, jotting down some notes, "You my dear don't have to pay anything for that book. It's on the house." He ripped the paper and handed her what she assumed was a receipt. "That makes it official, the book belongs to you."

Kagome froze, "Y-you can't just give this to me! I m-mean I would feel terrible for just taking this from here—"

Jakotsu shrugged, "Nonsense, it's yours honey, so take care of it." He picked up a picture frame from beside his cash and turned it to her, "My grandfather wouldn't have it any other way." He added, pointing to the faded picture with a smile.

"Eh?" Kagome looked over the picture of his supposed deceased ji-san only choke on her voice. 'T-that was the old man from b-before! That means… That means…' She opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it. What could she say? She couldn't just tell him 'by the way your dead grandfather was actually having quite the nice conversation with me five minutes ago.' She would surely get not only yelled at for insulting the old man's memory, but also there's no telling what Sango-san would say about this.

"Kagome-chan? Aren't you going to thank him?" Sango asked slowly, sighing at the frozen girl. She turned away from her and smiled at Jakotsu, "Sorry, she's been acting strangely lately. But she is really thankful for the book."

Jakotsu's face darkened for a moment before he had buoyantly brushed off Sango's thanks and ushered them out of his store. He told them that schoolgirls like them should be working on their homework now, not shopping. He waved goodbye to them, receiving hesitant waves in return. With that done he had returned back to his cash desk and huffed loudly, sitting on a stool and leaning his cheek against his hand.

"That girl is very interesting, too bad she didn't talk much," He eyed the old photograph of his grandfather. "She could have at least acknowledged that you were here."

"I wouldn't worry, she still seemed frightened of her abilities," An old voice replied.

Though Jakotsu couldn't see him, he had no problems hearing the old man and sighed, "Whatever, I'm bored now… I can't wait for that delicious Miroku-kuuun to come for his shift." He giggled, ignoring his grandfather's loud sigh.

-X-

Kagome had returned home later that evening, having gone to Sango's house first to drop her off before going to her home. Her legs were completely exhausted from all the walking she had done and she really couldn't bear to stay outside any longer now that it was dark out. She honestly despised living at the shrine only because of the long set of stairs she had to climb everyday to get back home. Not to mention the shrine grounds always looked creepier at night than during the day.

Trudging across the grounds, she began to think about the recent spirits she had been able to see. First was Inuyasha's, which had triggered this whole ordeal, next was the mob of them on Halloween night, and then it was Tsubaki. The thought of the woman made Kagome's skin crawl, but at the same time she knew that she couldn't just let Tsubaki do as she wished in this world. No doubt she's already been causing trouble at her old home, bothering her husband and throwing objects and such.

'If she is doing that, then why am I just standing around here doing nothing? I should warn him or do something about her spirit.' Kagome thought as she walked up to her house doors, 'But I don't even know where to begin. I'd need Inuyasha's help to figure out how to put her spirit to rest.'

The last argument they had had come to mind, making her blood boil, 'That jerk can apologize first! I am not going to suck up to a freaking poltergeist after he called me a hormonal bitch and whore. I don't want anything to do with someone who has such a dirty mouth.' She thought with a huff, slamming the door open to her house and closing it in the same manner.

"Tadaima," Kagome grumbled out.

"Kagome? Where have you been?" Her mother questioned worriedly, walking out of the kitchen with a towel and dish in her hands. Obviously she had been in mid-cleaning when Kagome had walked in.

"Eh? I was just with Sango-san, Mama. I'll be up in my room now, alright?" She said as she took off her school shoes. She looked up at her mom and forced a small smile, "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Her mother shook her head, "No reason dear. Dinner will be ready soon, so you have enough time to change. Alright?"

"Hai," Kagome answered, walking past her mother to get to the stairs. She climbed sluggishly until she reached the top and turned to her bedroom. She sighed in relief once she entered her favourite space, collapsing on her bed while still wearing her backpack. She dropped the other bag she held in her hands and ignored the loud thump it created upon hitting the floor. Her bed just felt so comfortable at that moment that she just wanted to melt into it and remain there forever.

Huffing, she lifted herself up weakly and removed her bag, dropping it on her bed. Then she picked up the other plastic bag she had dropped and removed its contents. First was her poster, second was that book, and thirdly was the new alarm clock she purchased. It was then that her mind had reeled towards the pit that she did not want to think about again, 'Inuyasha..' She stared at her clock, tears forming in her eyes. 'How could he be mean like that? Heck, why did he have to be so violent this morning anyways? It was just a clock, he didn't have to do what he did. Gosh why am I even bothering to think about this again? Why can't I just stop and get over it?'

Tears dripped down her cheeks, a single drop landing on the surface of the clock in her hands. She sniffled, 'Why am I so worked up over this? I'm so stupid, I swear I have to be crazy to even be thinking about a stupid ghost. And even going as far as thinking romantically about him. How could I do that? I've known him for what, three days? These feelings are all so new to me, when I chewed him out this morning, I could feel his pain. It made me hurt too, and even worse when he said those things to me. Why… Why am I feeling this way? What makes him so special?' She rubbed away the wet tears stubbornly, placing the clock down on her night table gently.

"I better change before Mama has a fit about me not coming down for dinner." Kagome mumbled to herself, almost wishing that she hadn't been talking to herself but in fact speaking with her annoying roommate Inuyasha.

Before she had left to go downstairs she had quickly placed the poster she purchased over the large dent in her wall and hid the book she was given under her mattress. Sure it wasn't the best hiding place, but it would do for now. Besides, no one ever bothered to go into her room anyways except her mother on occasions.

Giving her room one last look over, she had left quickly in her pyjama's and slippers to go eat dinner with her family.

Shortly after she had left, a familiar red clad figure had materialized into the girl's room and sat down. He crossed his legs and leaned his back up against the bed frame, shooting fierce glares at the new poster of some shirtless guy. He snorted and glared back at the new clock Kagome had gotten and observed it. "Stupid woman, I don't even know why I'm here… After what she said… Keh!" Inuyasha scowled, crossing his arms. 'She was crying though.. Did I make her cry?' His foot fidgeted nervously, 'Stupid human, crying over such stupid things. F-feh! As far as I'm concerned she deserved to get a yellin' at!' He uncrossed his arms and grabbed his chest, feeling a strange twist. 'Why the hell am I feeling like this? Am I feeling… Guilty?'

He shook his head and looked down intently at the floor, 'No I can't be feeling guilty over this. It was a stupid argument that was her fault to begin with! I shouldn't be feeling any remorse!' A low growl rumbled in his throat, his ears pinning themselves against his skull. 'It was all her fault for getting so pissy at me anyways over a piece of annoying junk. She didn't have to chew me out for putting it out of its misery.' He continued to think, darting his eyes around her room until they landed on the grinning half naked male poster.

He sneered at its mocking smile, as if challenging the male from the poster to fight him, 'Why does she even have something like this in here? Who the hell would want something on their wall that stares at them constantly!' With a small grunt he had abruptly stood and cursed under his breath, "Screw this. I'm not staying in a room with that thing starin' at me."

"You know talking to yourself like that isn't healthy."

He froze and cursed yet again. Had he really been so wrapped up in himself that even with his demonic hearing he hadn't even heard a damn human trudging up some old stairs and coming to her room? Apparently so, because when he turned it was Kagome who was standing in the doorway looking very… Emotionless. She just gave him the blankest look he'd ever seen, even Kikyo's blank stares weren't as cold as this.

"Keh, you're one to talk! You do it all the time," Inuyasha barked back.

She had done something he hadn't expected. She had smiled at him in a laughing way, "I guess you're right about that…" She shook her head and sat down on her bed, "If you're wondering, I'm here because I didn't feel like eating. Not really hungry and all." She looked up at him, "But my mom did say something interesting before I left the table."

That had caught his interest.

"She was complaining about flickering lights all over the house. Even the TV was acting up and it's pretty new." She stood up and looked hard at him, "I know we don't have shorts all over the house, so tell me the truth. Have you had anything to do with this?"

Inuyasha snorted, and challenged her by lowering his face and becoming nose to nose with the woman, "…Are you accusing me of somethin' wench?"

"I'm simply asking a question.." She growled, her eyes glared harder in his, "So answer the question."

"…" Inuyasha tilted back and chuckled darkly, "You think I'm torturin' your family now for kicks? Are you trying to find reasons against me now so that you can seal me away?"

Kagome rolled her eyes, "You know darn well I was angry and I didn't mean what I said!" She screeched, crossing her arms stubbornly. "Besides, you weren't any kinder either, now were you?!"

He grunted a small response, his temper cooling somewhat. "It wasn't me causing the stupid flickerin' alright? It was probably another spirit—" The ears atop his silver main twitched back towards the girls window. His molten gold gaze had shifted to the glass window, a dark look shadowing his face. He cautiously walked over to it and peered outside, a series of growls escaping his lips.

"What's wrong?" Kagome asked suddenly worried.

"There's a human male around here… And something about him isn't right…" He scanned the grounds thoroughly with his expert demonic eyes, looking over every detail.

"A-a male?" She squeaked, not daring to take a step towards the window to see for herself.

"Yeah, and he isn't just some normal human either." He growled, spotting the male and glaring hard, "He's got a killers instinct."

A/N Whoa, I hope that this is a good chapter for you guys! I also hope that there aren't too many typos and stuff. Well, once again thanks to kagomesbutterflyfeeling for leaving such an extensive review. Really, I loved reading it when I first received it forever ago. Well, R&R guys!