Chapter 15: Descendants

The start of the weekend found Kagome dressed in an olive green pleated skirt that stopped at mid calf, a short sleeved white button up shirt with a black vest, which she left open. White strappy low heels adorned her feet. Her raven tresses were brushed and placed half up and secured with a white ribbon. A white purse was over her shoulder and inside was her identification, bank cards her father insisted she have, a different blend of tea and her cell phone. Satoshi was supposed to be picking her up soon to meet his grandfather. The old man was set on meeting her, and who was she to deny him that?

"I'll be back later," she called out after the door bell rang. She opened it and smiled at the male. "Good morning, Satoshi-kun," she greeted, closing the door behind her.

"Good morning, Kagome-chan." He offered his elbow and she took it as they headed down the few steps and he helped her into the awaiting car. It started off as soon as he was seated. "Grandfather has been adamant about meeting you. It's all he has spoken about," he admitted.

"I understand." She smiled at him. There were times she got an odd feeling from the dark haired male that was her regular. He reminded her of someone sometimes. Who it was always seemed to slip her mind.

"We don't live too far from you, so we should be getting there soon." He was unsure of what to say to her. In the host club it was easy since there were more people. She was attractive. All the guys thought so, but a lot of them felt that she was untouchable. It's not that she grew up a commoner, which didn't really turn them off. In fact, it made her seem more real. She wasn't like the refined, stuck up girls at their school. No, she seemed more wild and carefree, but there was also a purity around her. Yes, she was fierce and protective, but all good family members were like that when it came to their siblings. He was, to an extent. His little brother was a pain in the ass on his worse days. He did still love his brother.

"We're here," the chauffeur said from the front before he got out to open the door for them. He helped her out and he could see his grandfather waiting on the stairs by the door for them, his face was alight with a smile once he saw her.

"Come in, come in." His grandfather ushered them in. He led them to the sun room. It overlooked the gardens and was where his grandfather always took his tea. "Satoshi, my dear boy, brew us some tea," he said.

"If you don't mind, some of this." She held forward the satchel she brought with her. "You shouldn't need more than a teaspoon for a whole pot." He nodded and took it before leaving. She knew he would be gone for a bit.

"You look just like her," he said out of the blue.

"Like who?" She was confused and became more so as he drew something and placed it on the table before her. She looked down at it to see her face looking back at her. She was afraid to touch it.

"Satoshi said he made a friend with a girl named Hisagawa Kagome. He described you to me and the resemblance was striking." He sighed sadly.

"Why are you sad?" She looked at him but then returned to the picture before her.

"My descendants knew a woman by the name of Kagome," he admitted, "only her last name was not Hisagawa. No, from my understanding, she was a priestess with the surname Higurashi." Her eyes widened. Could this be some descendant of one of her friends.

"This again grandfather?" Satoshi said as he came into the room with a tray holding three tea cups, a pot of tea, and a few snacks. He set it on the table before taking a seat. "My grandfather is getting stuck on myths and legends that our family passed down through the years. I'm sure they changed some over the years." He poured them tea.

His grandfather went to rebuttal his grandchild, but Kagome smiled at him. "My grandfather did the same thing," she admitted. "He'd regale us with stories of the shikon no tama and demons. He once gave me a mummified kappa's hand as a birthday present." She smiled fondly at the memory. "I did grow up on a shrine after all."

His grandfather's eyes widened slightly at the mention of the shikon no tama, whatever that was.

"The shrine has a dry well on the grounds. Legend has it that they would throw the bodies of demons down it, and they vanish, never to be seen again." She sipped her tea, a knowing smile on her lips.

"You too, Kagome? I thought you were more sensible than that." Satoshi shot her a look and damn, it reminded her of Miroku.

"Does it have a large tree on the grounds?" His grandfather asked.

"With a scar in the bark?" She met his eyes and the old man seemed excited. "I went by Higurashi for a majority of my life until recently," she admitted to him.

"You are her!" His grandfather leapt up excitedly. He rushed from the room and came back moments later with a very old looking book. The edge of the pages were yellowed with age, and the once pristine leather binding was discolored. He set it before her. She opened it and the words on the page were familiar to her. She caressed the words fondly, recognizing the writing.

"Miroku wrote this," she whispered reverently. She smiled. She read over his writing and laughed. "He definitely paints a colorful picture." The passage she was reading was the first time he saw Sango. "He loved Sango so much."

"You're starting to sound crazy," Satoshi said to her.

"Oh, hush you," his grandfather said. "If you're going to be like that, you can help your brother with his homework." Satoshi didn't say anything, but got up to leave before his grandfather came up with another reason to send him away. "Look, our family tree." He pulled out a large roll of parchment. It was faded in some areas, but she could clearly make out Sango and Miroku's names at the top. Below that was the name of three children, a set of twin girls and a boy. More branches were added and before her was Satoshi's name. The first few branches seemed to be done by Miroku's hand. She smiled.

"So he got his wish. He married Sango and had children like he always wanted." Tears came to her eyes and she brushed them away before they could land on the parchment.

"He told stories of you to his children, and they told their children, and so on. Now my grandchildren think I'm a crazy old man." He smiled. "Sadly, we don't have a lot of spiritual energy left in our blood. If we do, it's dormant." He looked sad. "We have no one to train us, or that even recognizes it in us anymore." He rolled up the parchment.

She patted his shoulder and smiled sadly at him. "I'm sure it is in there somewhere."

He nodded. "Some of our family followed after Sango's blood, learning to fight and survive. One of her daughters married into the Morinozuka family and brought with her some of what she was taught. The other was said to have never married. She fell in love with a demon and they both perished."

"It was a different time back then," Kagome admitted, finishing her tea. They hadn't talked about this blend, only of his oldest known descendants. "Can I see your hand?" He held forward the hand that was known to inherit the wind tunnel and she eyed it. It was blemish free. There was no spiritual feel in his body. "Can you call Satoshi back?" He nodded and had a nearby servant get him. He entered and looked at them, the books and parchment set off to the side.

"Please sit." She signaled to the chair in front of her and he did, if a little skeptical. She drew his hand into her own and looked at the swirl pattern in the middle. She grazed over it with the tip of her finger, feeling the residual curse left behind. She forced the tiniest bit of her energy into him, coaxing his own to come alive. The spark she sent got answered by an explosive flame. She gasped and pulled it back and looked at him to see a slight lavender glow. She smiled and released his hand, and he looked confused.

"What was that?" He was startled and leapt out of the chair and away from her. This was the most disheveled she had ever seen him. It was almost cute.

"Tatigawa-san, I will start taking him with me after school twice a week. He'll get home relatively late." She approached the elderly man. "I suggest he enjoy his weekend. It'll be the last free one he has for a while."

"Eh!"

"Your desire, though not spoken is granted. Satoshi will start training." Her phone chimed and she took it out to see a message from her father requesting her to get back home soon. "I should be getting back now. We'll do this again soon, Tatigawa-san."

"Just call me Eiji. You'll make me feel old otherwise," he stated and Satoshi quietly commented that he was old. "Satoshi, have the chauffeur take her home." He nodded and lead her back the way they came. He got in with her and put up the privacy partition.

"What was that about?" He was confused and could still remember the awkward feeling of something invading him. It was an unusual feeling that he hoped to never feel again.

"You are descended from a line of priests and what used to be known as demon slayers," she easily said, looking him in the eyes. She looked serious, which was new for him. "The holy power of your line has been fading. Your grandfather does not posses the power of your ancestors, but you do. I plan to train you to utilize that power that is just beneath the surface. I unlocked it forcibly by sending a bit of my power to jolt it awake. A life threatening event would have unlocked it eventually, this way you will know how to utilize it."

"So you are going to help me utilize powers that don't exist?" He looked at her like she had sprouted a second head.

"They exist, but died out as time went on," she easily said. "You'll see Monday. Be sure to bring workout gear with you to school. You'll be coming to my house to start your training." The limo came to a stop and she got out after he opened the door. "See you at school, Satoshi-kun." She turned with her bag and walked up the steps. She waved before going into the house, the door closing softly behind her.