For a few short seconds, Kagome thought she was falling through a vast emptiness. Through nothing but a swirling gray mass. That is until she hit, or landed, something solid and painfully so.

But that gave way and she fell through that as well, until a second solid surface stopped her. At least momentarily. Now, it could have been due to the battle she had just fought, the curse that Naraku and Kikyo tossed her way, a poison that the bastard released into the air, or maybe she hit her head hard when she first crash landed, but Kagome thought she saw a a flying saucer heading straight for her.

Instincts kicked in, despite her situation, she rolled out of the way just barely missing being hit by the... thing. Wide eyes followed how it bounce off the ground only to land on a strangely dressed man that looked just as shocked to see her there.

And for a third time, she felt the ground beneath her disappear leaving her weightless for a few moments before gravity began to work against her. Her hands scrambled for a foot hold, something to grab onto as her lower half pulled her and swung recklessly till only her upper arms were only able to support her.

Gritting her teeth, she slapped a hand against the clear floor and tried to pull herself up away from the drop that most likely meant her doom. Clawing she managed a few inches before the... structure moved, causing her to lose what grip she hand and a startled cry left her lips and she fell the rest of the way.

She landed painfully, wincing when she heard a loud cracking pop echoed around her. Pushing herself up into a leaning position, her dislocated arm clutched to herself tenderly, Kagome took the world in around her, shivering when she realized it was neither the past nor her own modern day home. She was somewhere entirely new and foreign.

Everything was dark, seemingly in a state of dusk or night. The structures around her were also dark, if not black. The only coloring were the neon lights the lit the place up. The architecture was sleek, a seeming mix of organic and technology she had never seen before. And doing a complete 360, she quickly realized that she was in an arena, and that the structure that she was on was some sort of game stage, with a display-announcement system high above.

Glancing below, she saw more strangely dressed men in the glass-crystal... cell like confinement, taking her in the same way she was taking their world. The structure stopped it's rotation suddenly, almost throwing her off balance, but she used the time to push herself into standing on her own two feet.

No sooner had she done that, did she wish she hadn't. Everything swam, her balance was thrown off for a few seconds and her head began to pound. When she settled, she noticed forms of... flying transport draw near, as well as what looked like motobikes approaching on the ground below.

Once again, instincts drew up within her, knowing this was most likely not a good thing for her. Whipping her head about, she tried to find a way out of her situation. It was most likely because of her quest in the past, that her instincts usually never led her wrong, and were also one of the main reasons, other than Inuyasha, that she was still alive to this day. Whatever that day was.

So into her thoughts of trying to find a way out, did she fail to notice one of the chambers open up and allow one of the men inside to drop down behind her silently. But she didn't fail to hear the sort of humming purr.

Whipping about and stumbling back a step, Kagome took the being in before her with a wary eye. He wore black from head to toe, with only a few small red points that were alight to offer any contrast. His outfit reminded her greatly of Sango's slayer suit, but she highly doubted that what he wore was made of dragon hide.

Her body tensed even further when he reached out behind his back. She thought that he would be drawing a twin set of blades, or something of the sort, but what he brought back stumped her. A set of... rings? Discs?

They were also black, lined with the same red lights that were on his suite. It wasn't until he was now holding the dics, did she notice that those red lights lined his thumb and first two fingers.

Despite what her instincts were telling, she relaxed her posture, not really seeing what a couple of ring discs could do against her. She had gone up against far deadlier weapons, and look where she was now! Well, besides in a strange world facing a strange male with a strange choice of weapon.

What really threw her off, was when she heard that they too, were humming.

So before her stood a... male... that had a weapon that reminded her of... what's that tv series again? Someone or other... Warrior Princess.

Either way, she kept her eyes on him. And what went through her mind, really made her question if she ended up hitting her head, and hard, on her landing in this world. He had a great body?! Honestly... she must have really, really hit her head hard. A sane person doesn't thing such thoughts about an unknown... wait... she thought the same thing about Sesshoumaru.

There had to be something wrong with her.

She shifted slightly when one of the... airships approached closer, making her realize the one Mr. Ring used was no longer in the air, making her wonder where it went. It was shaped oddly, with two... what she could call soldiers on either side and a row of rather normal looking people. The odd thing though, was that they looked to be... immobilized and they all wore varying expressions of fear, anger or the one crazy one that looked rather excited.

Kagome took half a step back when one of the soldiers stepped off and approached her, there was a free spot on that air ship and she had a pretty good idea they were going to place her in it. Taking another step back, she quickly glanced behind her when she felt the floor beneath her foot drop off. No where to run.

Her attention was quick to return to the soldier when he grabbed her injured arm and pull her forward, the action easily snapping the ball back into it's socket. Painfully. She couldn't stop the sudden pain filled cry if she wanted too, but she quickly bit down on it and started to fight back. She only hoped the lessons Sango had given her would be enough.

Besides the words they were using in her direction made no sense, and it hadn't even registered that she could understand them. Seeing as they were speaking English, a class she had failed, among others.

She had managed to get out of the soldiers hold, but in forgetting that there were two of them, she didn't realized or notice the second one come up on her before her world went dark.

She let out a groan as she came too, the back of her head throbbing and her wishing that what she remembered last was nothing more than a really weird dream brought on by being knocked unconscious.

Bringing a hand up, she pressed it to her brow, rubbing to soothe away her headache. Her brows furrowed when she realized that she wasn't feeling the skin of her palm, but some sort of strange material. Opening her eyes, she looked down at her hand and silently whimpered when she realized, that it looked like the same material of the outfit of the male that had those ring weapons.

Looking down at herself, she quickly realized that she was no longer in her tattered and torn clothing, but an outfit similar to the male. Black with strange glowing lines that followed down her body in the palest pink, almost white, coloring. The most prominent one, a thick ring over the scar where the Shikon was ripped out of her side. The rest seemed to flow out from that point, following her natural body line.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up and realized for the first time that she wasn't alone, four women dressed identically surrounded her. When the footsteps came from behind, she tried to twist about to see what was going on, but her world went hazy when a weight was pushed against her back and something clicked into place.

Her fingers twitched as she was forced to face forward. It felt like she was being downloaded... it was an odd sensation. And while she wasn't exactly present as a whole to the current situation, when her fingers and hands twitched again, she could barely notice how the four women seemed to be confused. Obviously it was taking too long.

"...something's wrong..."

"This one is... different."

If she were her normal self, she would have demanded what they meant by those words. But when the process was finally finished, she stumbled forward and raised a hand to her brow yet again. She felt like she had been spinning around in circles forever. But she didn't get much chance to right herself as more soldiers appeared and dragged her off once again.

As she was leaving the chamber, she watched dazed how the women walked backwards into ports in the walls, only to have a form fitting casing lock them in. Obviously their jobs were done.

Kagome stared her opponent down, before glancing at the ring... disc in her hand. So this was some sort of gladiator game? Where it was either kill or be killed?

Not only that, apparently she impressed the one in charge with her skills of evading the one soldier to have her placed in these games. Something no other female has ever done. Lucky her.

She had already gone up against one other 'player', quickly learning that he was really fighting in means to kill her. But she wasn't. Sure it was a life or death situation, but it was a forced one, and she wouldn't be the one to end another's life in such a situation. Which was most likely a really stupid idea as the other had no qualms to end her life.

But she tossed her disc in such a way that it caused the floor before him to disappear right in the middle of him stepping forward. When her disc came back, and both realized his fate, she moved forward to try and save him. But she was about half a second too late.

With her arm stretched out towards him, she watched with wide eyes as he fell... and his death was nothing she was prepared for. He literally shattered in to a thousand pieces, only for those to quickly disappear themselves.

Is that how she would die in this strange world too? It would be ironic, to shatter into thousands of pieces... Like the Shikon. Somewhat morbid, but fitting.

But she was now facing her second opponent, knowing that he would also being willing to kill her, just to live a little longer. The man in change... she really wanted to kick his ass.

Her grip on her disc tightened, causing it to brighten a tad amount. She rolled her shoulders and furrowed her brow when she felt something brush against her back. Seeing there was still some time before the next game rounds began, she reached behind her and paused... a second disc? Everyone else she saw had only one.

Great, even in a whole new world... she was still exempt for normalcy.

Gripping it and pulling it forward, she watched how the male across from her froze, most likely just as shocked as she was, the entire audience seemed to roar as she gripped both discs. She wouldn't play the girl with her heart on her sleeve, the damsel in distress this time, she would play this sick game, win it and find a way to get the hell back home.

She won the round quickly, the crowd cheering her victory, but her grip on her discs tightened all the more, making them hum lightly. She didn't bother turning around, she was using the time to observe her surroundings, looking for a weak spot, a way out.

When she felt her new opponent appear in the chamber, she took one last sweep of the arena before turning around, only to pause in her step when she realized who she was faced up against. The male that she had dubbed Mr. Rings. Glancing up to take int the score board, she was quick to learn that his name was... Rinzler.

Taking his form in once again, she widened her stance, she would be prepared for whatever... Rinzler had to throw at her.

A minute, maybe more into the game, and she was realizing, that he was far more experienced then her previous opponents. If the situation weren't such, she consider it a rather good way of training. But the situation was such, and she sure as hell wasn't going to die not even an hour after arriving in this strange world.

A sound echoed around them, and mere seconds later, the laws of physics no longer applied. They were now 'playing' on the ceiling. She stumbled about to get to her feet, suffering vertigo and barely able to dodge his flying discs. So she decided to pull a different sort of move, one he most likely wouldn't expect and she was sure that it would backfire on her. She tackled him.

She let out a cry of triumph with a stupid grin on her face and her mouth already moving before her brain could catch up.

"Didn't see that one coming, did you."

Blinking wide blue eyes, she let her head drop till her brow was nearly to his chest. "This mouth of mine is going to kill me one of these days."

Her grip on him tightened when she felt gravity was up and running normally once again, and let out a pained groan when she landed on the ground, with the extra weight on top of her.

"...you're heavy..." she managed to cough out.

She bit her lip as her whole body seemed to ring with pain, and that damn disc thing dug into her back. Her head felt like it was about to split, it was in that much pain that she didn't notice that she had bit so hard on her own lip that it did split, a small trail of blood running down to her chin.

Blinking, she struggled when she felt... Rinzler shift his hold on her so that both her hands were above her head in one of his own he raised the other hand to her face, causing her to flinch back on instinct alone. It didn't help that he was straddling her waist to keep her still.

She winced when he brushed his thumb over her split lip only to follow the small tail of blood to her chin. He raised his hand and tilted his head as he observed her blood... making her wonder what the hell was going on.

She let out a squeak when he suddenly stood up onto his feet, dragging her with him. He turned them both towards what she would call the VIP box. What he did next not only shocked her, but confused the hell out of her.

"User!"

"You can talk?! I thought you could only do that... purring thing."

When he turned to look down at her, tilting his head in such a way that it sort of reminded her of Sesshoumaru whenever she asked a stupid question, she felt her cheeks bloom into an instant blush.

"Right... What the hell is a user?" all that came to her mind was someone who used drugs or something like that... which she was not. But she figured it had to something to do with her blood. Maybe it meant human to them?

If that was so... then what were they?

The next thing she knew, was that she was being present to the one in charge. Unlike everyone else she saw, he wore robes, with those glowing lines in the color orange. He also wore a helmet... so she wasn't entirely sure if he was a he... For all she knew, he could be a she. But when they spoke up, question on their gender became obvious.

"State your name user!"

Raising a brow... she was being reminded of Sesshoumaru more and more. Only they were calling her 'user' instead of miko, human or wench. Not only that... it meant these beings really weren't human.

"Kagome Higurashi."

She had been living with Flynn and Quorra for a few years now, making her 24. So that meant, about 7 years, she had lived in the Grid. 7 years of not seeing either of her friends or family. 7 years of not knowing what happened after she left. 7 years left to wonder, if she would ever get out.

Because she didn't appear in the Grid the same way Kevin appeared, so there was no saying if the doorway he used, would work on her.

They both knew of her past, had watched her history through her discs... which was still pretty amazing to her to say the least.

But that wasn't why she was running down the streets of the Grid. Quorra and her had taken to each other like peas to a pod. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that both of them were female, or that they were of similar age. Appearance wise at least.

No, she and Quorra went to the Grid to get the latest of information and intel for Flynn, seeing as he was being hunted and the moment he set foot on the Grid, Clu would know and things would get out of hand. They themselves were also being hunted, as they were the only links to Flynn, but this wasn't the first time they were chased down, but it had been a while since she had Rinzler on her trail.

Ducking down a narrow passageway, she tucked herself into a shadowed corner, pressing a hand over her heart and trying to breath as silently as possible, so she placed her other hand over her mouth. Looking up, she mentally counted and went over the back up plan should anything like this happen.

Go straight to the Outlands. Their transports couldn't handle the rough terrain, which was something in their favor.

When her heart and breathing calmed, she raised both hands to run through her hair.

Her world spun when she was suddenly pressed up against a wall, and looking up she mentally winced when she saw that Rinzler stood before her. It took only a second for that to register in her mind before she began to struggle to get out of his hold, as quietly as she could. Shouting would draw attention of those guards, and she'd rather deal with one opponent, not a multiple batch of opponents.

Cheeks instantly flushed and she let out a squeak when he position her in such a way, that if she didn't know him any better, which she hoped she did, that it would be called intimate. Both her hands were held above her head with one of his own, his other hand on her waist to hold her at eye lever and he forced himself to stand between her legs. He had obviously learned she would kick a male where it hurt the most if they attempted anything she deemed inappropriate towards her.

With her arms stretched up above her, and her only support was a too strong grip on her waist, she hoped to elevate the pain in her shoulders and where his hand gripped her by wrapping her legs around his waist. If she hadn't thought the position intimate before, or she hadn't been blushing before, she was sure both were doubly so now.

But, to overcome her embarrassment, she narrowed her eyes on his mask, lifting her upper lip to growl at him. He merely did his purring thing in return and pressed himself tighter to her.

"Where is Flynn?"

Huffing, she turned away from him. Like she was going to talk, she hadn't before, she wouldn't start now. If Quorra saw her now... she'd get an ear full. Letting out a sigh, she dropped her head back against the wall behind her... that girl was almost as bad as Sango when it came to gossip. Almost as bad as her three friends from Jr. High.

She stiffened when she felt something pressed against her chest, and looked down about to give him a tongue lashing, but sucked in a breath when she was met with a sight of brown hair instead of his black helmet.

What. Was. He. Doing?

The heat returned to her cheeks with a vengeance and she tried her hardest not to squirm. It was awkward, beyond anything she had ever experienced really. She was sure her heart was beating like the wings of a humming bird.

Wait.

Was he... listening to her heart beat?

She then remembered how Quorra spoke up once, saying she noticed that Rinzler seemed to be... obsessed in her. Something about catching him by surprise or along the likes of that. Oh how she hoped her only female friend in this world was wrong.

"... so warm..."

Okay- this was out of this world awkward! She had never had an opponent go all... soft on her in the middle of an interrogation. And even though her let go of her hands, to surprisingly, wrap both arms around her waist, she left them up there, hoping reality would kick in again. And soon.

And then she got angry. He was using her as a pillow. A warm pillow for him to snuggle?! Why did she always get into these sort of situations? She was a good girl. She may have broken the Shikon, but she had started doing what the Kami asked of her, piecing it back together and help in trying to get rid of the nastiest monster of Feudal Japan. And what did she get for that?!

Sent to the virtual world of the Grid, where she would soon live with a man that was like a second father to her, gain a sister and obviously an obsessed stalker that apparently had bipolar issues. Cause it seemed as quick as he was to try and kill her, he was just as quick to hug her.

AN: This really wouldn't leave me alone. Among many others that I have yet to type up... A quick explanation about Rinzler/Tron OCness. I'm simply gonna stock it up to Kagome's abilities unconsciously working on him whenever the two are around each other. As he is Tron only... sort of possessed/controlled to be Rinzler, and her abilities sort of neutralize that. So a continuation of the previous Inuyasha/Tron Legacy Possibility that I wrote up a while ago... on how she came to be in the grid. Hope you all enjoy it! Other than that; read, enjoy, and review!