To Belong

A/n: Lemme just say this is the introduction of a completely new storyline in this fic about Kagura. New characterization...better in my own mind. Plot design way more kickass as things unfold.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Belonging

The Dangers of Make-believe

“I didn’t know Sesshoumaru had a brother.” Kagome said carefully as she stepped over the fallen body of the one named Inuyasha. From the way Kagura was acting she had no idea if the subject was something that was talked about.

Yura shrugged as she looked down at him, “Not really something that Sesshoumaru wants to be known. I mean it is his brother...” she kicked his leg almost like she was making sure he was really unconscious.

Kagome slowly leaned down to get a closer look. He looked almost peaceful, the scowl that was marring his features was gone and in its place a young boy. His hair was the color of snow, falling like a river and pooling around his form. Kagome felt almost sorry for him. She didn’t think it was very nice what Kagura did, but then she wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t necessary right? Besides he had put a gun to her face and Kagome didn’t think that was something someone innocent would do.

“Is he a demon like Sesshoumaru?” Kagome asked quietly still staring down at him.

“Only half.” Kagura said letting more of her displeasure slip through. Inuyasha had obviously said something that had rubbed Kagura the wrong way. That hit she gave Inuyasha to the back of the head had made Kagome wince with sympathy.

“Is that why his ears...” Kagome said reaching to smooth a hand along the ear that was twitching with the breeze of the a/c.

“Kagome Come on.” Yura said her voice filling with impatience. Kagome stopped her hand in midair and looked up to both her partners. They were staring at her as if she were a child with a hand in the cookie jar. She pulled her hand back in almost embarrassment. She looked down at him as she stood; she had just wanted a small touch.

“Are we just gonna leave him here?” Kagome the surprise causing her voice to rise. She couldn’t quite believe that they would just leave him there.

“What else? Wake him and bring him along?” Yura asked, watching Kagome step towards her before taking one last look at Inuyasha. She turned her attention to Kagura who seemed to be hypnotized by the figure on the ground. “Kagura are you coming?”

“I wish I could kill him.” She said suddenly her voice filled with such malice that Kagome had never heard before.

“I doubt Sesshoumaru would like that.” Yura replied as if her partner had just said the stupidest thing ever.

“But Naraku would...” Kagome couldn’t help but notice the stare of disgust Kagura was pouring on Inuyasha’s helpless form. The young girl didn’t know if she could just let someone kill a person. She had never seen it in real life but suddenly the movies and TV shows felt very... unreal. She tightened her fist around the gun in her hand. It felt so heavy but...

Yura walked up to Kagura’s still form. Her hand outstretched, she placed it on the gun pointing at Inuyasha. “But Sesshoumaru wouldn’t.” Kagome had never heard Yura’s voice so strong and determined. The usual tone of her voice bordered on tired or bored.

Kagura shook her head in near defiance. “Sesshoumaru would never do anything to me for taking this in my own hands. He wants his brother gone anyway.”

“But not by you.” Yura repeated.

Kagura looked to Yura and back to her target. She seemed to be thinking before finally snorting and turning on her heel towards a very scared Kagome. “I’m not going to kill him.” She muttered to Kagome walking away from both of them.

“I’m sure Sesshoumaru would be happy with your loyalty to him.” Yura said in the silence. Kagura stopped and snapped her head around to look at Yura. “And Naraku.” Yura finished quickly. Kagome couldn’t help but notice how uptight Kagura seemed to be about anything concerning Sesshoumaru and Naraku.

“Who’s Kikyo?” Kagome said suddenly her voice cracking from not being used and the strain she felt in herself from the situation she was currently witnessing. Both girls looked at her in mild surprise at her question. “Ayame told me about her.” she confessed quickly.

“Don’t worry about her. She might as well be called Inuyasha’s toy.”

“I thought it was the other way around.” Yura slithered out followed by a chuckle.

Kagura smirked at the statement. “Whatever. They talk big about her but...” she let her sentence trail and just shook her head.

“Ayame told me she was dangerous.” Kagome said.

“No more than me or Yura.” Kagura answered pointing to herself and the other girl. “We’re still here aren’t we? Yura how long have we known Kikyo?” Kagura asked looking towards Yura.

“Five years.”

“Five years” the young girl said haughtily. “And she can’t get rid of me, Yura, Naraku or even Sesshoumaru.” She said rather smugly ticking names off with her fingers. “Inuyasha and the wolf should just face it. She’s nothing more than a girl good at parlor tricks.”

Parlor tricks... “What do you mean ...parlor tricks...?” Kagome asked the confusion written on her brow. She didn’t understand was this girl a magician or something? Did she disappear in thin air?

“o iso is a miko.” Kagura admitted.

Kagome’s eyes opened wide at that admission a tiny gasp escaping her parted lips. “A...miko.” She whispered her eyes traveling to Inuyasha’s body. He was involved with a miko.

“Not a very good one at that...” Yura muttered to herself a smirk crawling acroer ler lips.

“They are so uncommon now. Why is she in a....” Kagome couldn’t finish her sentence, losing herself in her thoughts. Miko were protectors they didn’t hurt unless it was protecting something of importance. The few miko that were known of were seen on TV many times talking to newscasters about what person or precious artifact that had to protected. They were rich, glamorous but serious about their work; believed in what they did. They always thought they were bettering the world. They didn’t join gangs.

“Because of him.” Yura answered gesturing towards Inuyasha. “Besides,” she continued pushing Kagome towards the door. “Kikyo was nevert int innocent... or good.” Yura said the two words that Kagome couldn’t help but use to describe miko. That was what they were. An evil miko was... unheard of nowadays. 'Who said she was evil? For all I know she may have just lost her way. But then who says she has? Maybe she hasn’t ...maybe I’m the one who has. Actions are good or evil...not people.'

Kagome let herself be pushed to the door with the thumping beat still at a lost of just what Kikyo was. 'I’m about to meet a miko... 'her thoughts of admiration and awe nearly deafening her from Yura’s words and hiding the fact that she was about to meet a miko who was not like other miko.


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Bodies littered the dance floor sliding against one another to the beat of the music thrumming through the whole building. Kagome could feel the echo of each pulse of the bass as it poured through the speakers built into the floor with ever step she took. The beat nearly breathed for her, silencing the thud of her own heartbeat.

The darkness seemed to envelope them as they stepped out into the dance floor that was actually the whole floor of the building with small chairs and round tables situated to the side of a bar that stretched from nearly one side of the room to the other. Leather booth-like seats lined the walls with low long tables in front of them. Crazy patches hot pink, off white or electric light green were moving along wall by the booths that were really lighted with black lights. Only the scattered bare bulbs allowed a dim light to be cast in certain sections of the floor.

“What are we doing?”

“Being a distraction. No other way but to just jump.” She said.

“No ones going to get hurt gh rgh right?” Kagome looked to the gun still in her slightly shaking hands, not quite sure what Yura wanted from her. She looked up to Yura and then realized that Kagura was staring at her, a smirk pasted on her lips. As if she was taunting Kagome, daring her to take the weapon and do something with it. Kagome tightened her grip without realizing it.

“Not us. No. Now come on.” Pulling her along and following Kagura, Yura dragged her through the packed floor. Pushing aside people, ignoring faces of surprise that such a small girl like Kagura could have such strength. Kagura halted the line and the three hudled together in front of another bar that was on the other side of the room.

“There she is.” Kaguar said raising her voice over the music for the other two hear her.

“Who?” Kagome asked trying to look over Kagura and other people to see just what person they were about to face. But Kagura never answered her instead turning around and walking, with her head high, to the bar.

Yura answered for her instead. “Kikyo...”

Nearing the bar, Kagome saw just who Kikyo was. Pitch black hair that fell down her back; a contrast to her skin that was pale, nearly- ghost colored. She was smiling, laughing with someone and Kagome saw a row of teeth straight and white. When she laughed, she raised her pert nose in the air and she held her flat stomach, like she was trying to contain herself but was failing. Kagome suddenly had a sinking feeling, like just maybe Kagura was about to do something that Kagome couldn't let her do. She was a miko. She was a person. Whatever Kagura and Yura were about to do... it just couldn't happen.

“Kikyo.”

“Kagura. Why are you here?”

“To do something that should have been done a long time ago.” Pulling out her weapon, Kagura aimed it at Kikyo. The girl Kikyo was talking seemed to have vanished as well as part of the dancefloor. For Kagome the music had halted, the screams were far and muted and the people that were running away from the scene were never there in the first place. All she could see was Kagura about to shoot someone who didn't deserve it.

“Kagura NO!.” Kagome said pushing aside Yura and placing her hand on Kagura's shoulder. She didin't think Yura would try to stop Kagura this time.

Tossing off Kagome's hand, Kagura quickly turned her head from Kagome to the target and back. “Shut up Kagome. You knew this would happen.”

“But it shouldn’t. Don’t do this. She’s a miko.” There were so many myths about the bad reprecussions that came with killing or soemtimes even hurting a miko.

“Kagome, she not that innocent." Kagura said almost laughing, a smirk cracking her face. "Why would she be with the Wolves if she was? Don't be trapped by myths, rumors and what you see on the TV screen.” her eyes twitched back to Kikyo, making sure she was still in place.

Someone had grabbed her wrist, looking behind her Kagome saw it was Yura who was pulling her away from Kagura. Struggling against the surprise strength of Yura, Kagome continued to shout. “That doesn’t matter! She’s a person. You can’t just execute her!”

“If you have such a problem you should leave. No one needs-” her words were cut off by a girl who just luanched herself at Kagura, completely heedless of teh gun Kagura was still holding. It was the same girl who had saved Ayame and Kagome got the funny thought the girl who some type of complex about saving as many people as she could in one night.

Both Yura and Kagome stared in surprise at the sypontaneous scuffle that had just erupted. That was before of course another girl threw herself at Yura, taking her and Kagome down since Yura was still holding tight onto Kagome's wrist. Blinking at the fact that she was now laying on the floor, Kagome looked up to Kikyo and watched as she raised her hands in a near pray, the way she had seen so many other miko on the TV screen. “Don’t please.” She said winded. She picked herself up ignoring the fights. She had to be focused she didn’t want Kikyo burning Kagura or anyone for that matter.

Kikyo gave her a nearly passing glance, before saying coldly, “I won’t let you distract me like you did Kagura. I have more presence of mind than to let that happen.” Her head bowed again in concentration. Only a twitch of her eyebrow the only sign that she had found something she had been looking for.

Kagome was at a lost what to do; she had no idea what tackling Kikyo would do to them both. She had heard stories of both the attacker and the miko ending up a little singed. She wasn’t really thinking though when the gun appeared on the floor by her foot, nor was she blinking about the idiocy of what she was about to do when she picked up the weapon.

“You can’t.” Kagome said once again her voice gaining strength. She pointed the gun at Kikyo, very aware of the hypocrisy that she was about to commit. Yes she had told Kagura not to shoot Kikyo but that was when Kikyo had been defenseless and not about to char a person who was busy at the moment trying to throw off a girl who was sticking to her like glue.

“You won’t. You don’t see the type of person to do the opposite of what she says.” She turned her attention to Kagome her hands still together, “But even I am wrong sometimes.”

And then there was this sucking sensation. Like the wind was pushing her towards something against her own free will. The hairs on her skin were tickling her or maybe that was the wind. She could feel that wind swallowing the silence of the club and the screams of girls. There was this sinking feeling in the pit of Kagome's stomach that she was about to have a first hand account of being a target for a miko.

But then something was holding her back. Two actually. They were arms, around her. And suddenly she was so far away from Kikyo. Lights of the club, astonished faces, all of them were passing her by becoming a blur. And the first thing she felt was her bottom hitting the concrete ground outside in the cold night air. Kagome looked up instantly to the face of Inuyasha, who was prying her numb hands from the gun.

“You saved me.” She mumbled in shock, not really noticing the look of irritation on her rescuer.

"Kikyo would have charred my gun." he grumbled finally getting what he wanted.

'Did he just save me for gun?gun?'

Before she could ask though, he was gone. Not even a backward glance to the girl he saved who was now getting tiny goose-bumps on her skin. She wanted to scream, "Hey!". She wanted to get some type of answer that would satisfy her curiousity about the boy who pulled a gun on her and then turned around and saved her.

“Come on Kagome.” Yura was pulling at her, one hand was red and the knuckles looked raw, away from the door of the Akuma club. Kagome blinked in the sudden realization that the alleyway was shrouded in near darkness.


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“Never get in my way again Kagome.” Kagura seethed. Her eyes, one puffy Kagome noticed, nearly burning into the rearview mirror at her.

The girl just nodded letting Kagura’s words wash over her. There was nothing left in Kagome to fight or even speak against the warning. Letting out another sigh of air, Kagome stretched out on the black leather of the back seat. Her eyes closed before opening again to watch the lights of the city rush by; blurring to become a smear of color against black. She could feel her heart still pulsing, she could still feel the thumping of the club and could feel the air from Kikyo’s power. Kagome’s eyes drifted past the smear of light to the dark empty sky. 'Where have all the stars gone?'

The car was barreling across the highway not heeding the s lim limit. With every car Kagura cut off, Kagome could feel the car slightly swerve. 'A total loss of control' was all Kagome could think. The whole night felt like that now. Like she just moving without thought or reason. Like she had no control over the outcome and whatever happened was beyond her. Her thoughts flitted over Inuyasha and she remembered the strength of his arms and the power that coursed through him.

And as the fuzzy darkness of sleep claimed her, Kagome suddenly wondered if she would ever see him again. And if she did would she really want to?