Chapter 5: Bonds, Pills and Memories

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Kaname sighs, he looks out the window, searching for any kind of movement. He gives up, and turns to the others that have just entered. That girl just stirred up unknown feelings in him, lost memories and it pissed him off. He would do anything to protect Yuuki, but this new curiosity of his was doomed to be his downfall.

"Lord Kaname," Hanabusa greets with a bow.

"Look, 'Roku the Princeling even has them calling him lord. How cute," his deadly curiosity says as she enters the dorms.

"You still have leaves in your hair," her brother mutters, picking a few out.

"You seem to be in a better mood," Akatsuki says.

Kagome just smiles, a knowing little smile. She goes into the kitchen, leaving her brother in the living room. She sticks her head out the door a few minutes later.

"Hungry?" She asks, going back in the kitchen, after getting a nod from everyone.

"Kuran, I'm going to give you a warning. Leave Kiryu alone," Miroku verbalizes the barely concealed threat.

"You do know what's happening to him, don't you" Kaname responds.

"Yes," Miroku clips.

"Princeling, you lay a fang or claw on the Kiryu boy I'll tear your head off," Kagome's voice projects through the living room, sounding low and dangerous.

"Am I to assume that he's under your protection?" Kaname chuckles lowly.

"Or something," she replies.

In the kitchen, Kagome was baking and making an assortment of breakfast foods. She's probably been in there for hour. The oven goes off, not wanting the cinnamon rolls to burn, she takes them out of the oven, burning her hand. She sets the rolls on the counter and runs her blistering flesh under cold water, not realizing the low string of curses issuing from her mouth.

"You alright?" Hanabusa asks appearing next to her, Akatsuki on her other side.

"You burned yourself," Akatsuki sighs, lifting the injured hand and examining it.

"Here," Hanabusa says but his hand over hers.

She recoils, as his flesh was freezing cold, even for a bloodsucker. Akatsuki watches, half in amusement and half in concern. Hanabusa reaches for Kagome's hand again. She draws into herself and darts around him, while backing away she bumps into Senri. He has a stick of pocky in his mouth, and his eyes scan her face before landing on her hand.

"Hanabusa's power is ice, he can at make the pain go numb," Senri mumbles.

"I'm fine," Kagome replies.

Remembering the cinnamon rolls, she darts around Senri and takes another pan off of the stove. She takes the still hot cinnamon rolls and sets them on plate. She grabs a second pan from the stove. She dips a spoon into the first one and lightly drizzles the chocolate on half of the cinnamon rolls.

"Kagome, want them to leave so you can finish up?" Miroku asks, entering the kitchen, glaring at Akatsuki and Hanabusa.

"No, she's hurt I'm not leaving," Hanabusa comments.

A low chuckle comes from Miroku, "You forgot to use an oven mitt again, didn't you 'Gome?"

"Again?" Akatsuki remarks, eyes on the girl.

"Call, when you're done," Senri says, leaving the girl.

After a few protests from Hanabusa, he and Akatsuki leave as well. Miroku stays. He comes up from behind her and leans his head on her shoulder. She takes a spoon and drizzles caramel on the second half of the cinnamon rolls. Rima appears and takes them out to the dining hall. Miroku brushes away the strands of hair that fell out of the ponytail.

"Anything else?" Miroku smirks, always having enjoyed seeing his sister cook, because it made her happy.

"Actually yes," she sticks her tongue out at him.

Kagome reaches around Miroku and carries a plate of chocolate croissants out to the table. She leans on a pillar, a smirk darkening her features. Miroku runs his hand through his loose hair. He sighs, taking a look at Kagome's hand. It wasn't healing. She noticed the worry in his eyes.

"I've had worse," she says.

"It's…" he starts, but can't finish because Kagome put her finger to her lips, eyes on the door.

"Wow, you made all of this," Takuma says, surprised but happy.

"Are you sure you don't want Hanabusa to numb it?" Senri says voice laced with concern.

"Numb what?" Ruka replies.

"She burned her hand, when I tried to take the pain away she recoiled and backed away until she bumped into Senri," Hanabusa explains.

"Hmm, Hanabusa perhaps you should numb it, it looks painful," Kaname comments.

Kagome's eyes narrow. She lowers into a crouch. Eyes wary of everyone, but always go back to Kaname. Hanabusa takes a step towards her, Senri puts a hand on Hanabusa's shoulder, holding him in place.

"Look at her eyes," Senri starts.

"She's wild, like a cornered animal," Rima finishes.

"Keep your distance for a while, she doesn't trust us," Senri adds.

"Of course not. If Kuran orders you to do something you do it, your will doesn't matter, you have to obey," Miroku spits out disgustedly.

"Boy, you cannot believe that I actually force them to do things, can you?" Kaname says.

"He may sound like he's giving orders, but he's asking. Kaname-sama would never force us to do anything we didn't want to do," Ruka defends.

"I wouldn't hurt you," Kaname says, glancing in Kagome's direction.

"I've heard those words before, and you're just like him. It's all lies," Kagome hisses, still crouched.

All of a sudden, Kagome closes her eyes, a blank expression takes place on her face. She flows out of the crouch, like a dancer. Miroku, takes his place by her side, an equally blank expression on his face. He guides her out of the dining hall. Hand on her back, he leads her to the stairs. Miroku embraces his twin, knowing and hating that there was nothing he could do to ease her pain. She truly had suffered, watching all those she cared for die, watching him die once, no twice. Just as she'll continue to watch him die. He snarls at the thought, he despised the one who did this to him, to them. His Kagome shouldn't have to watch anyone else die.

"I'm fine now, nii-san. It's getting bad again isn't it?" She asks, her voice soft and gentle.

"No, really it's, I'm good. How are your nightmares? You woke three times last night, the first time was the worst," he responds, caressing her hair.

"They're lessening," she mumbles.

"We should get back, you need to eat something," he says taking her hair down so it swirls around her is a black waterfall.

They go back into the dining hall. Kagome sits in between Senri and Takuma. Miroku sits on the other side of Rima who's next to Senri. Everyone begins eating, the table is silent. Kagome tears apart a croissant with her fingers.

"You're a really good cook," Hanabusa complements.

"Kagome, is something wrong?" Takuma asks, lightly placing his hand on top of hers, so not hurt her.

Kagome looks up at him, "No."

"I don't see why Headmaster Cross let humans in to the Night Class," Ruka sneers.

"Nii-san, do you recall either of us saying that we were human?" Kagome questions, her voice dull.

"Actually nee-san I don't recall it. Guess you're wrong," Miroku responds.

"Oh, really. Then, pray tell what are you?" Ruka glares.

"Lord Kaname, someone wishes to speak with you. He didn't remove his cloak, but I am led to believe he is the guardian of the Taisho twins," Seiren says, kneeling.

"Seiren, please eat. We'll deal with Onii-sama," Kagome says rising up from her chair.

Miroku also rises, as does Kaname. Kagome throws an annoyed look at Kaname. Kaname follows the twins to the stairway. Leaning against the rail, with hood removed, was Sesshomaru Taisho. Kagome threw herself onto him, with an unparalleled sense of enthusiasm. Taisho caught her in a tight embrace. He glances up at her twin. Miroku gives a small nod.

"Your hand is burnt," Sesshomaru says.

"I was baking," Kagome dismisses his concerns.

"Miroku," Sesshomaru greets.

"Onii-sama," Miroku replies.

"Otouto, imouto, we shall speak later," Sesshomaru states.

The twins nod, and bow to him. Ruka watches this from the kitchen and becomes angry. The twins reenter the kitchen. Kagome sits back down.

"You bow to him, but not Kaname," Ruka seethes.

Kagome tilts her head in a questioning manner, "Why would we bow, or show that type of respect to someone who's beneath us?"

"You don't respect him," she replies.

"Wrong as usual. Does she always jump to conclusions, Akatsuki?" Miroku says.

"I respect your God forsaken Princeling, I don't like him. Hell, I even respect you for some unfathomable reason," Kagome says, taking a sip of coffee from Akatsuki's cup.

Kagome makes a face, "Ew, you put way too much sugar in it."

"She only drinks black coffee, or mixes hit with hot chocolate," Miroku explains.

"You two are really close, aren't you?" Hanabusa asks.

"Mhm, always have been. Sesshou-nii says that we have some bond or something. I think it's just because we've always been together. And I swore not to let my precious people die again," Kagome mutters distractedly, sapphire eyes on Takuma.

Takuma takes this little pill out of a packet and drops it in a glass of water. The pill dissolves, turning the water to the color of blood. Kagome stares transfixed at it. Takuma notices, Akatsuki chuckles.

"Haven't you ever seen a blood tablet?" Hanabusa asks.

Kagome shakes her head no, "Do they work?"

"I guess," Hanabusa answers, "they don't taste the same as actual blood, but it prevents us from attacking the Day Class students."

"Oh," Kagome voices, still staring.

"It's not like she's freaked out about it. Blood doesn't bother us, she's more than likely curious," Miroku informs them.

"Oh um, would you like to try it?" Takuma inquires politely.

"I wouldn't," Akatsuki warns.

Kagome ignores him, and takes a sip from the cup. Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips in contemplation. Miroku laughs. Senri raises his hand, his thumb tracing Kagome's face catching a rivulet of the false blood from her lips. He then licks the blood off his thumb.

"Kagome," Sesshomaru's voice sharp and cold pierces the air.

"Hm," she responds.

"What are you doing?" Kaname says his voice soft but it still has a hard edge to it.

"I don't answer to you Princeling," Kagome says, turning to face Sesshomaru.

"She tried one of the blood tablets, probably tasted like shit," Miroku speaks, carefully watching for the flicker of emotions on his elder brother's face.

"I don't know how you can stand her. That girl is nothing more than an insolent whelp," Ruka says suddenly.

Kagome giggles, "Really? This insolent whelp has more to her than you'd think."

"Like for instance, I could kill you right here and now, not a single one of you could stop me. Just a touch and you'd be in so much agony that you'd beg for death in the first ten seconds," lilts Kagome, her voice much softer and more innocent than any of them have ever heard from her.

"Imouto, cease this behavior at once," Sesshomaru orders.

"It's not like she's harming anyone," Miroku intervenes.

"No, he's right," Kagome turns to Ruka and bows, "forgive me, I forgot my place and had no such right to say something like that."

"Fucking bloodsuckers," Miroku mutters under his breath.

"Language, Miroku," Sesshomaru warns.

"Sorry," Miroku replies.

Kagome stands rigid, a dizziness taking over her. Akatsuki, one of the closest to her, turns and catches her before her body hits the floor. Her eyes close and roll back into her head. Miroku makes his way over to them, worry evident in every plane of his face.

"Place her on the couch," Sesshomaru orders, eyes following Akatsuki as he carries her over to one and gently places her on it.

Miroku, Senri and Rima stay the closest to her. Sesshomaru looks on with a cold expression, only Miroku able to see the worry and concern.

Kagome's Memories

A girl about fifteen runs through the forest, her black hair flowing behind her. A taiyoukai was chasing after her, for once not because of the accursed jewel, but for a different reason all together. One she was pretty sure she didn't want to find out. The taiyoukai stood in front of her, he wasn't bad looking. He had long black hair and dark orange eyes. There was a dark blue star under his left eye. He was the son of the Eastern Lord, meaning that he was a kitsune, well half according to what she's been told. She didn't know the other half, and she certainly didn't plan to stick around to find out.

"Priestess," the taiyoukai purrs.

Maybe he was half panther demon, Kagome's eyes widen as claws come towards her face. She ducks twirls out of his reach. The demon smiles, it was heartbreaking. She shook her head, clearing all thoughts, except for her attacker. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. He smelled like smoke and clovers. She flips away from the sword in his grip. She lands on a tree branch.

"Mm, you smell so delicious, so pure," he says.

"Not interested, sorry," she replies, dodging another blow.

She couldn't lose to him. If she did, then it could be bad. She didn't need another demon proclaiming that she belonged to him, Kouga and Inuyasha were bad enough. Her friends were probably worried about her, not one of them except her kit and Miroku knowing that she could very well hold her own against demons. Her body give a painful shudder as a reminder of the miasma coursing through her veins all credit going to a certain evil hanyou. That pause, the shudder gave the taiyoukai the opening he was looking for.

His sword pierces her stomach. Blood is coughed up, she can feel it dripping down her chin. She pulls the sword out and throws it on the ground. Her Onii-sama was so going to kill her when she gets back. She glows a bright pink, the reiki staunching the flow of blood at least. Her fingertips glow pink and she lashes out at the taiyoukai with her purification whip. It slices his chest, burning him, and leaving a deep cut.

Kagome turns and walks away from the demon. Knowing that he would attempt to follow her, she masked her scent and aura. She walks quite far away, and looks down at the river flowing beneath the cliff. Smiling to herself, she flings her arms out and pitches forward falling like an inverted cross. Her smile widens as she hears the taiyoukai gasp. Her body hits the water hard. She lets herself drift away in the current. Her body twists and tangles in the water, being cut by sharp rocks. The current got faster. Her hand shot up out of the water and grips a boulder. She looks across the river staring at a tree, well more like the figure behind the tree.

She knew what it was, the being reminded her of him, "I could use some help, and I'm losing my grip."

The being stepped out from behind the tree and leapt on to the boulder Kagome was precariously clinging to. He has russet hair lighter than the one from her past and dark rust brown eyes. He grabs her hand and pulls her up. He cradles her in his arms and leaps to the other side of the river. He sets the girl down.

"Thanks," the human says, trying not to wince as the pain of the miasma got to her.

"You are injured," the being replies, reaching a hand out to touch her.

"No!" Kagome shouts, she hangs her head before continuing, "I'm okay, really. It may surprise you but I've had worse."

"You know. You're aware of what I am," the being states, curiosity bubbling up.

"Vampire, yes where I am from, they are more common, not many know of them, but some do," Kagome replies mysteriously.

"I am Kaname, King of vampires," the russet speaks.

"Kagome," the human responds looking around warily.

Kagome turns and walks a few steps before sinking to her knees in pain. The vampire bends down and picks the girl up. She shivers from cold. The vampire goes to rub his aura against the girl's to help warm her up, there was something preventing him as if she didn't have one or it was bound. He continued to walk carrying the girl like she was a small child. He could barely believe how light she was.

The girl puts her face in the junction between his neck and shoulder. She breathes deeply. She stays there slowly being brought to sleep. Kaname looks down at her peaceful expression.

"Mm, you smell like cinnamon and eucalyptus," Kagome mumbles in her light sleep.

Kaname chuckles at Kagome. She wakes as they enter Kaname's home. He sets her down and goes to a dresser, pulling out sleep wear for her. She stares at him for a minute and shrugs, stripping out of her torn and blood stained clothes. She turns and enters the bathroom. She sinks into the tub with a sigh.

That girl was odd, as if she didn't care who saw her naked or not. Odd but intriguing. Kagome came back into the bedroom in the yukata. Kaname picked her up and set her on the bed. She looked up at me, a small smile playing on her face.

"Rest, I'll find you some food," Kaname demands.

Kagome makes a non-committal grunt. She lies back down on the bed and turns on her side. Kaname takes one last glance at her before leaving. Kagome falls into a fitful sleep.

"She's human," a low voice hisses.

"Kagome is intriguing. She's the first human I've met that isn't terrified of our kind," Kaname replies.

Both vampires glance at the girl curled up in the bed. Kaname stands by a vampire with hair the color of sunlight and earth brown eyes. His hair is held back by a low ponytail. He looks at the small human with distrust.

She whimpers, Kaname moves closer to her, as does the blonde. Screams rip themselves out of the girl's throat. Tremors shake her whole body as pain wracks though her system. Her eyes shoot open and she is on her guard not aware of the pink hue her eyes are taking. Minutes pass, the girl calms as she realizes that there is no threat.

"Kagome," Kaname says ever so softly.

The girl has a look of fear still etched on her face. Kaname decides that he doesn't like the look, Takeru also takes in the girl. She was small, even for a human. Black hair, tinted blue tumbled down her back in waves, sapphire eyes dart around the room trying to identify a non-existent threat. Takeru noted that while she was small, she was a fighter type. He smiles not showing his fangs.

"Kagome, this is my friend Takeru. Takeru, this is Kagome," Kaname says, slowly moving closer to the girl.

"Stop," she says, her voice quiet.

"Are you okay?" Takeru asks.

"Don't come any closer, I could hurt you," the girl warns.

"Kagome," Kaname sighs.

She curls up in a corner of the bed. Takeru and Kaname could smell the salt of her tears. She hastily wipes her eyes, attempting to stop the tears from flowing. She pulls down the blanket and throws herself into Kaname's arms. Neither, Kaname nor Takeru knew how to calm a human female, so Kaname just settles for stroking her hair and embracing her tightly.

"Ssh, it's okay. Stop, please stop crying," Kaname begs and soothes the girl.

"I'm sorry. I…I shouldn't be clinging to you like this," Kagome apologizes.

"It's fine," Kaname says.

The girl steps away from the circle of Kaname's arms. She crawls back into bed. Kaname gets up to leave, probably to hunt. Takeru rises as well ready to follow his lord.

"Lie, stay," Kaname orders.

End of Kagome's Memories.

Sesshomaru watches his imouto carefully as she turns and tosses in her sleep. She mumbles indistinguishable things. He knows for a fact that her memories are causing her pain. But the only thing he could do to ease the pain would be to take them and she doesn't want that.

"What do you think she's dreaming about?" Hanabusa comments to ease the tense silence.

"She still dreams about him," Miroku sneers.

"I doubt she'd tell you about it, otouto," Sesshomaru replies.

"She doesn't. However she moans his name in her sleep, I've heard it. She dreams about the other one as well. And the attack," Miroku speaks, a clear dislike in his voice that switches to pain.

"Does she often pass out?" Takuma asks.

"No, she hasn't been sleeping," Miroku informs them, "last night was the first in two months, unless she slept in your bed with you, Sesshomaru."

"We'll have to discuss her sleeping habits later," Sesshomaru sighs.

"Kaname," Kagome whispers, still asleep.

"Did she just?" Hanabusa's tone was that of surprise.

"Why did she speak my name?" Kaname demands.

Miroku gave Sesshomaru an expression that said, I told you so. Sesshomaru sits on the arm of the couch his imouto lies on. Gently he runs his hand through her hair.

"Hey, 'Gome. Wake up, 'Gome open your eyes. Slowly, that's it," Miroku encourages.

Kagome's eyes flutter open. She raises her hand and rubs her eyes tiredly. Unbeknownst to her it was rather cute, as was the yawn that shortly followed. She sits up rather quickly and slumps forward. Miroku eases her back to a sitting position.

"Take her upstairs, she needs to get ready for classes as do you," Sesshomaru orders.

"Ngh, I can walk perfectly fine, onii-sama. 'Roku doesn't need to carry me," Kagome mentions through another yawn.

"Yeah, well maybe I like carrying you," Miroku says picking her up, and watching as a blush forms on his sister's face.

Kagome's face flushes, and she hides it by pressing her face against his shoulder. She lets him carry her upstairs but kicks him out of her room so she can get ready.

Author's Note: Chapter Five is done. Chapter six will have Kagome and Miroku start classes. As always review, I like to know if I'm doing okay or if the story is crap. Thanks. Love, Saya.