Chapter Eleven: Surprises

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To all my followers, reviewers, and everyone else out there. I appreciate your support, I always love hearing from you guys and girls. So it's December 10, generally not a very special day to most people. However, for me it's rather special. You see, today is my birthday. Away at college I have no way of celebrating so I decided to write this chapter as a sort of present. Thanks.

Miroku narrows his eyes at the presence quickly approaching the Night Dorms. He moves to stand protectively in front of his twin, not noticing her beginning to stir. A man, well vampire enters the dorm. He looks similar to Takuma. Kaname walks towards the noble.

"Grandfather, you never informed me that you were coming for a visit," Takuma says.

"Ichio, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Kaname questions, half in greeting and half in concealed disdain.

"Is it wrong to see how my grandson is faring? As well as the Night Class," Ichio responds stiffly, bowing in respect.

"As you can see both are faring well," Kaname clips.

"There have been rumors. Rumors about humans entering the Night Class," Ichio reveals his true reason for being there.

"Tch, certainly you'd be able to tell if there were," Kaname verbalizes.

"Of course," Ichio narrows his eyes.

"Shit! 'Gome, don't," Miroku says quietly.

Kagome walks over to the group, slightly hovering around Kaname and Ichio. Her eyes flash to a stormy blue, a snarl rips itself from her throat as she recognizes the old noble. The very one that made Kaname betray her.

"An uninvited guest, how wonderful," articulates the girl as she lets her eyes roam, fists clenched at her sides.

"Who might this be?" Ichio asks, glaring at the female who dared to show him, let alone Kaname blatant disrespect.

"The girl is no concern of yours," Kaname's voice turns dark.

"Now, now behave Kuran. We wouldn't want you to drive our guest away, would we?" Kagome murmurs.

"Grandfather, I think it might be time for you to leave," Takuma states, not willing to reveal Kagome or Miroku.

"Perhaps, I'll ask again. Who are you?" Ichio's voice shakes with anger.

"You don't remember. Shame, and here I thought you would wish to reminisce. Oh well, I'll have more fun forcing you to remember," lilts Kagome.

"You dare," Ichio starts.

"As a matter of fact I do. Just as you had dared, if you had left well enough of alone, I wouldn't have been betrayed," voices Kagome, eyes misting over with pain and hate.

"Ichio, it is best for you to leave unless you wish your life forfeit," Miroku suggests, arm going around his twin's waist.

Ichio snarls, before turning on his heel and leaving. Everyone in the room turns to the twins. Kagome pulls away from Miroku.

"I wish to be alone," she utters, before leaving.

"What's wrong with her?" Hanabusa asks.

"Did my grandfather attack her?" Takuma questions.

"She's in pain, some wounds heal quickly other do not. As for your question Takuma, I am not suited to answer. Kuran however might be," Miroku says, eyes downcast.

"It was a long time ago, she was dying I had no choice," Kaname responds softly.

"One thing you have yet to learn is that there is always a choice. It may seem like you are in Kagome's good grace, but you are not. You not only betrayed her but shattered what had remained of her heart. There is nothing but shards left, no one has been able to fix it. You left a void, as did the other, one that cannot easily be filled. You lost your chance, Kuran." Miroku discloses.

"You do not know this," Kaname responds.

"The hell I don't. Kagome is my sister, I know practically everything about her. You ruined your chance, are you planning on hurting Kagome more? You're so selfish, you may not see that she's barely hanging by a thread but I do and others do as well," Miroku utters.

He runs a hand through his hair, messing up the ponytail it was in. He sits on a couch, closing his eyes. He flinches, feeling the pain and agony in Kagome's aura.

Kagome sits in the boughs of a sakura (cherry blossom) tree. She trembles, partly in fear, but mostly from the cold. Her eyes slide shut.

Sixteen Years Prior

"Devil child," voices shout and yell.

"The Prophesied One exists. It will destroy everything," another thunders.

A young child sits on the grass, looking around in awe. The girl is not yet two years of age. She can hear the anger and feel the hate of those around her. Even with such things, the girl exudes nothing but happiness and love.

One of the others, a clan member bends down to face the child. The child with Kentaro's eyes. The Higurashi now closer to the child, stares at her with contempt. Kentaro had died over twenty years ago, and he had fathered no offspring. The child was pure evil in the clan's eyes, even though they were vampires.

The child upon noticing the male close to her, reaches up with her arms and makes grabbing motions. The male grins and picks the demon girl up. The girl smiles, laughter bubbling from her. The male brings her to the stone courtyard where the clan has gathered.

"We must banish the evil from this child," one member declares.

The child is set down on the ground. She is placed on her stomach. One of the Elders of the clan brings out a whip. The male lashes at the girl. Pain laces through her. Paralyzed in terror, she doesn't move during the whipping. An odd, but not unwelcome warmth travels through her and she can no longer feel the pain.

"She healed. The demon child has healed," more shouting and yelling occurs.

They begin the whipping again, this time they pour hot coals on her afterwards, hoping that she won't heal. But the girl heals again and again. They continue in this pattern until finally, her body can no longer repair itself. A pinkish light emits out of the girl the light spreads and kills those around her. The light dies out, followed by darker light, a purplish black one. This one takes form, using the child as a medium. She can only watch as she murders her family, no longer in control of her body. When the last one falls, so does she in the midst of flames and destruction. Before losing consciousness she hears shouting, it sounded garbled to her hears and vaguely like her name.

"She's sounds like she's being murdered. Poor thing," a deep voice whispers cradling Kagome.

Tears and wails of agony come from Kagome. She is curled up as much as possible and flinches occasionally. She murmurs incomprehensively. A hand caresses her face, she nuzzles into it.

"Our little love has gone through so much pain. She's endured far longer than any should have to," another mumbles.

"She is ours," the one carrying her croons.

"Mmm, wonder how she'll take it," the deep voice hums.

"Ssh, you'll wake her," the second mutters.

The two settle on the bed with Kagome in between. She tosses and turns. Nightmares plague her, unfortunately the pair with her can do nothing to ease them from her. The one who carried her, moves closer, pressing his warm body against hers.

"Sleep, 'Gome. You're fine. Sleep, my Kagome," the second purrs, curling around the tense form of the girl.

Author's Note.

Hey guys and girls, thanks for your dedication. Here's my gift to you since I might not be able to update over break.

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