Well, here's chapter 2! But first, a cookie to my reviewer ZeroGiou1993! Also, a cookie to first person who followed and favorited this story, DaiyuAngel! Okaydokay, hope you all enjoy chapter 2!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Inuyasha, the Inuyasha plot, NOR the Inuyasha characters. I only own my main OC Autumn/Akiko, any other OCs created along the way, and any part of the plot NOT a part of the Inuyasha anime or manga. I do however own this fanfic and I'd like to keep it that way.

Chapter 2-Spirit of the Dog

Autumn's P.O.V.
"Nnnn… Just five more minutes!" I whined as I felt someone poke my face, disturbing me from my peaceful slumber, "Stupid Dad!"

POKE! POKE!

"That's it!" My light green eyes flew open only to be looking straight into the amber eyes of my cat. Yes, it was the damn cat that had been poking me! "What is it, Tiger?" I growled at the fuzzy little creature perched on my chest.

Tiger's mouth opened in a soft mewl before she hopped off the bed and walked over to sit down by her empty food dish.

"You want breakfast?" I asked the dark tabby in which she promptly responded to with a cheery meow of approval. "Okay, okay…" I yawned, dragging my butt out from underneath the cozy covers, "I'm coming."

After feeding the cat, I made quick work of getting dressed, throwing on some blue jeans, a gray basketball tank top, and my old fringed leather jacket. Remembering last night's occurrence, I made a b-line for my parent's bedroom and quickly tied my dad's shoelaces in a knot before heading down to eat breakfast. Briefly I looked down at my watch, "6:45. Yup! Breakfast should be about done."

"Morning, Kido!" my dad greeted me as I sat down at the kitchen table.

"Morning." I yawned back in reply, grinning as I said, "I left you a little present back in your room."

The ranchman gave me a wary look, "Do I wanna know what it is?"

"Maaaybe…" I stressed, my green eyes glinting with mischief.

"All right, that's enough, you two." My mom ordered as she sat a plate of eggs and hash browns down in front of the both of us, "Now eat."

At the woman's command, we all began our family meal, small talk ensuing between the small lot of us. "So, got any plans today, young lady?" Dad asked.

"Yeah," I replied, "as soon as I'm done eating breakfast I'm gonna run into town really quick to pick up my violin. It should be repaired by now. In fact," I continued, standing up, "I should probably get going."

"Wait a moment, Autmn! Would you mind running to the local market and buying us a few things for dinner tonight?" my mother asked me as I prepared to head outside, handing me a short shopping list.

"Sure, no prob!" I replied cheerfully as I headed out. The rain was coming down in bucket loads as I walked towards my old truck.

"You heading out, Autumn?" Hank, our ranch foreman, called out from across the yard.

"Yup!" I hollered back over the pounding of the rain before opening the pickup door and hopping in the driver's seat.

It wasn't long, only about a half an hour, later that I found myself rolling into town. Having flipped on the radio and rocked along to country music the whole way, time had kinda been lost to me on the trip. Pulling into the parking lot, I made a mad dash through the rain and into the market building.

"Now to look at the list." I decided as I pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket, "Chicken base, red potatoes, onions, and milk. Simple! Short and sweet, just how I like it!"

It didn't take long for me to finish the shopping; it was a pretty short list after all. Suddenly, I felt a sharp sting in my eye. Hissing with surprise, my hand flew up to cover the hurting object. It felt as if something had gotten into it. "Probably just a stupid eyelash." I mentally growled.

Sure enough, as I entered the bathroom and looked into the mirror, one of my long eyelashes had fallen into my eye. Being able to see it in the mirror, it was an easy task to pick the little bugger out. "Much better." I sighed as I blinked a few times, reassuring myself that there was nothing left in my eye. Imagine my surprise when as I opened my eyes, there was a large golden dog staring back at me in the mirror.

A startled scream escaped my person as I leapt back in shock. But as quickly as it had appeared, the image was gone just like that. I blinked several more times in stunned silence. "Weird," I mulled over nervously, "I must have been imagining things…"

Hurriedly heading out of the creepy bathroom, I exited the small store. Standing under the building overhang, I prepared to make another mad dash, this time for my truck as the rain seemed to be coming down even harder than before. I was just preparing to speed off when an old woman's voice stopped me.

"You there, Child. Come here!"

Halting in my tracks, I turned around to find myself facing an old gypsy woman. "May I help you, Ma'am?" I asked. To be honest, I wasn't particularly fond of gypsies and/or fortune tellers, but I was civil, none the less.

"I can tell you your fortune." She replied with a mysterious air, grinning frighteningly all the while.

"No, thank you!" I retorted instantly, for I was NOT interested in the least. Turning, I was once again just about to dash off when…

"You need to hear what I have to say!" the old woman snapped desperately, running up and grabbing my sleeve, "Free of charge!"

I sighed softly; guess I had nothing to lose. "All right, I'm listening." I growled.

Almost instantly, the gypsy woman made a grab for my palm before opening it up and seemingly scrutinizing my hand. "A unique destiny lies ahead of you." She spoke, her eyes widening greatly, "The spirit of the dog has set its sights upon you. Relentless, it will chase you down-"

My own green eyes widened in shock, an image of the dog in the mirror flashing through my mind.

The old woman observed my reaction carefully, a look of pure shock crossing her face. "Y-You've seen it?!" she breathed.

Instantly, I jerked my palm out of her hands. "Don't be ridiculous!" I snapped irritably, a bit of fear beginning to creep into my being. First the damn fortune cookie last night, then the image in the mirror, and NOW the old gypsy woman! Whirling around, I charged off to my car. Screw picking up my violin, I was going home!

Driving down the road, I put on some country music to help ease my nerves. "Damn gypsy woman…" I muttered under my breath. I was just out of town when suddenly, I hit something. A scream escaped my throat as I came skidding to a stop. Leaping out of the car, I ran outside into the pouring rain. A soft whimper greeted my ears. I froze, "Was that a… dog?!"

Running over to the roadside ditch, I peered down inside. My eyes grew the size of saucers as I found myself staring at the same dog that I'd seen earlier in the mirror.

"Finally, you've come." A female voice assaulted my ears.

I was fairly sure that at that moment I heard my jaw unhinge and fall to the ground, "Did that dog just talk?!"

"At last, I have found someone worthy of possessing a power such as mine." The dog spoke out again, its voice fading away.

"Hey, are you all right?!" I asked in a panic. Damn, my day just kept getting weirder and weirder! I mean seriously! I was talking to a freaking dog! Bending down, I placed a gentle hand on the canine. But as soon as I did, it was as if a powerful chain wrapped its way around my body. Terror filled my being as I tried to scream but failed to make a sound. Suddenly, a piercing pain wracked through my entire system. Blackness soon began to close around me and the last thing I remembered was the gentle sound of pouring rain around me as I faded into darkness.

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Rock Out!
Kira