When the door closed behind her, Kagome heaved a sigh of relief, and began to walk back to the shrine.
She didn't get far, though.
A few feet later, a muffled moan caught her attention. Knowing that there might be someone hurt, made her turn down the alley.
Hmmm, a dark alley. At night. Obviously, there is sunshine, and happiness, and kittens, and joy down there.
Kagome Higurashi- kind hearted? Yes.
Ever so intelligent? Not so much.
Every sense on high alert, in case this was a trap, Kagome still managed to trip over the prone figure on the cement. She knelt to get a better look at the person.
It was one of the pierced boys from the club. His lip ring had been ripped out, it was bleeding sluggishly, and his jacket was in tatters, as if a clawed…something had mauled him.
His eyes flickered open, as she laid a hand on his chest. "Mercy." he begged in a hoarse whisper. "Do not prolong my death, vile bird."
Kagome chose to ignore his words, at least for the moment, and closed her eyes. Her powers came rushing, going from her to him, healing his wounds.
"Miko." he breathed, wide-eyed, as pink sparks raced down his body. Before he passed out, he grabbed her sleeve. "Help my lady, miko. Please." He was frantic.
"Where?" she asked, but it was too late. With a sigh, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his lost the battle to stay conscious.
Kagome stepped further down the alley, when a cat-like hiss suddenly echoed in the enclosed space.
The scene Kagome found was something like this:
A shadowy circle of the boys from the club, and an assortment of boys and girls, dressed in tight-fitted tank tops, with baggy, long sleeves attached by chains. All of these had at least one feather hanging from a leather cord around their necks.
In the center of the circle was the braided girl, and an emaciated boy, his short, ashy hair in countless, tiny spikes. His cord had more feathers on it than any of the others. The two circled each other warily.
"Now, what, exactly, are Black Hawks doing on Pack territory?" the girl asked conversationally.
"Whatever we want to, Neko-chan." the boy replied, a crazed grin on his face.
Kagome could practically see their auras snapping against each other, searching for a weakness.
It was all escalating to a point where no one and nothing could stop it, when a loud snarl made all movement cease.
"What, in all the Kami-fucked hells, is going on here?" a new voice asked. A figure stepped out of the shadows.
He was a young man, perhaps in his late twenties, in a red tee-shirt, and jeans. His long silver hair was pulled into a low ponytail, under a bandana, which hid, Kagome knew, the cutest little puppy ears. His amber eyes were furious.
"What kind of ass retarded moron fights where the ningen can see?" he growled.