A Hidden Angel

I don’t own InuYasha, but, I do own Arcangel! If anyone wants to use her you must have my permission.

Chapter 4: The Transformation Part 2

~* Kagome’s Dream (Continuation) *~

‘Who grandparents are dead, well except grandpa back at the shrine; and I never knew dad’s parents. This woman is totally wacked, maybe she forgot to take her lithium today or something! But, I have to admit there is something about her that I can’t help, but, feel drawn too. Maybe she is like a really old ancestor or something. No, that can’t be, that would have to mean that I am an angel too; I don’t buy it.’ Kagome thought. There had to be something seriously wrong with that woman to claim such an obscure presumption. Though something told Kagome that it might not be a fabrication after all, but, what would that mean?

Well at this point Arcangel was tuning in on Kagome’s thoughts. (A/N: Gotta love telepathy). She began to shake with laughter at the thought of her granddaughter being in such a denial, and began to speak. “Dear Kagome, I know that this might be a lot for you take in, but, what do you really know about your father? And the possibility of being something you’re not?”

The little miko was puzzled by this. What did she really know about her father? It was all a blur. Little odds and ends here and there, but, nothing really connected. So she finally got another whim of courage to speak, “Is there anything that you know about him? I know that he was a kind and gentle man, and that he loved his family very much. But that is all I know. Some of the pieces in his life don’t connect.”

“Well you are right about that my dear. HE was a very gentle young man, which was probably why he wanted to get away from me and this time. He love peace and despised wars. He really was quite the opposite of his mother.” Arcangel said with a wink as she proceeded to a wall. When he came to it, the wall began to flash with colors almost like that of a television screen, but much larger than Kagome had ever seen. As she focused more an image began to take shape. It looked to be a man of 18; he stood about 6 foot in height, blue eyes, an olive skin complexion, long black hair that reached the center of his back and slivery white wings. Kagome figured this to be her son and she was half right.

Then the object began to change shape again. The angel seemed to lose about six to ten inches of height, his eyes turned brown, his hair was shortened to a modern Tokyo cut and the wings disappeared. The man she saw was her father, it had been many years since she had seen him last, but she’d know his face anywhere. ‘How can this be, this means that I can never go back to being a normal girl ever again. I could handle being a priestess, but, an angel that’s a bit extreme. Does that mean that Souta’s an angel too? Does that mean that I have been living a lie? Does that mean that I can never go home again? And…what will InuYasha think? I am sure that he will hate it. He never liked me before, will this really put some distance between us?’ The thoughts in Kagome’s head began reeling so fast that Arcangel had a hard time keeping track of what was going on.

“Alright Kagome, calm down; things are not as bad as you think they are. In fact you will find that everything is going to fall into place. Trust me. I am going to tell you a story that began about 100 years ago…” Arcangel began.

(A/N: Arcangel is going to begin telling a tale. I am not going to use quotation marks, because it is going to be a long, long, tale!)

About 100 years ago I was involved with none other than InuTashio, InuYasha’s father. We fought together for many years; no one could tame my urges to wanting to ensue in a battle. We won many victories, unfortunately I could not win the one thing that I wanted the most, his heart. Around this time the heaven were getting pretty aggravated with the power that I was gaining and how much I meddled in mortal affairs.

Eventually I became lonely after InuTashio claimed a human woman as his own and decided that if I had a child of my own I would not be so lonely. The only problem was there were no other men that I wanted in my bed, but, soon an answer came, and I began to chant and immaculated a pregnancy. The son I bore from that pregnancy would soon become my only reason for living.

Little did I know the Heavens were closely watching my every move and decided I held too much power for any one being to possess. They had become aggravated with the power that I had gained. I was trained by humans and demons alike, fine tuning by abilities and learning to harbor the powers that possessed. Over time a weapon called to me from the main land. A corrupt emperor of their lands forged a weapon of unbreakable metal unknown to man or beast and forged the blade from various demon teeth. The most morbid thing about the blade was the fact that it was cooled with demon blood, not water. Some how creating such a weapon gave it a life of its own; it was made into the shape of a Pudao, but, was and is called Bloodlust. The Bloodlust could only be controlled by one of great power and it chose me. No one else in time or space can wield it but me.

The fact that that malicious weapon chose me to wield it enraged the elders, but, it still wasn’t enough to punish me for. Until my son, my Angelicas, was born. They figured anyone that harnessed enough power to immaculate a pregnancy was far too powerful. So they cut both mine and my sons Celestial Robe in half; cursing us to forever lives our lives on earth, never to return to paradise again. It was at this moment that my only living for being would be for my family.

As fate would have it, my son did not care for violence or war. He did not care for the theory of only the strong survive, he wanted to study and be a scribe. He wanted to search the world for all its knowledge, not its power. So in a fit or rage he sealed himself in a crystal tomb for 500 years, awaiting a time were people no longer lived by the sword.

It was when my son sealed himself that I created the Gauntlet of Arcangel in hopes that he would bear a daughter, so I might have a reason to live again. I live only for my family and that is exactly what he gave me. I had cast a spell so that only if you had come in possession of the gauntlet and the robe that one could transform. Also in occurrence of the Gauntlet’s activation I would awake from the slumber that I imposed upon myself.

(Kagome interrupts the story)

“Okay,” She says scratching her head, “What does this have to do with me? I am quite sure that I have not come in contact with a Celestial Robe…Well there was that one time in that odd castle, but, that demon took it back; and was later destroyed in Mt. Fuji.” Kagome said trying to make logical points.

“Well by an odd chance you did, and it is the reason that your father passed away.” Arcangel pointed out, “When you were ill, deathly ill I might add, your father gave you his severed robe. That is what allowed you to live.”

Kagome stared at Arcangel with a very confused look. Not knowing whether to believe her or condemn her to a Looney bin. But still the nagging thought of a connection lingered, and she spoke. “I am still not sure how that happened. I would have remembered something like that happening.”

Arcangel gave a chuckle and began to speak again, “You do not remember because your heart stopped for a moment and were by all accounts dead when it happened. So your father placed the robe over you and it fussed with your body. That is why you can not see it or remember it.” Arcangel delicately explained.

“But, I am still a little confused. Why did dad have to die so early then? It doesn’t make any sense.” She tried to reason.

“Well by laws of nature he had already lived for about 100 years minus his years in slumber. He was able to keep up his façade of looking young, but, internally he was dying of old age. He sacrificed his immortality for you to have a life, knowing that eventually it would lead you to me.” Arcangel said in a very long wind of breath. “He knew that I would take care of you and love you long after your real family passed on. You see Souta is nothing like you because he did not have the robe, and he’s not female. So you see my dear it was destiny for you to be the angel that you are and will be.” (Arcangel now coming in for a hug)

“So this is all real, this dream is real, that story you just told me is real? And oddly enough it is not bothering me too much. Why?” Kagome said both worried and scared at the same time. Accepting the embrace her grandmother was offering.

“It is alright my little angel, everything is going to be alright.” The angel comforted, “You are not bothered by this because I am sure that there was always some feeling of being out of place and thinking that there was something missing from your life. And honey this is it. You were meant to be an angel.”

“Then why do I not have wings or anything like you do. I certainly do not look like an angel.” Kagome said looking to her back and the rest of her bodice.

“That is because we are in a dream state and the image you have of yourself is the one that you are reflecting. I guarantee when you wake up there will become some noticeable changes.” Arcangel said with a bit of a laugh, “That reminds me, when you wake up you are to come to this very cave when you wake. No one is to follow you and no one will see you when you exit the hut.”

“Why?” Kagome asked wondering why she had to be alone.

“You need the proper training of course and then after we are done we can join with your friends again.” Arcangel said with a pointed finger. “I am sure that they are not prepared for the changes that you are going through and I am the only one that will understand. I promise that they will meet up with us exactly one week after your training is done.”

“Do you promise?” Kagome asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, I promise. Now go… Your friend Songo is calling for you. You may tell her you will be gone for a while, but, do not tell her where. You my tell her everything we discussed, but, do not tell here where you are headed….Understand?” Arcangel said in a very serious tone.

“Yes grandmother I understand. I will not tell anyone where I am going.” Kagome reassured her.

“That’s my girl, and one other thing call me Grams.” Arcangel said with a blonde bimbo expression.

~* End Dream*~

‘Was that real? It must have been because my back is as sore as hell.’ Kagome thought as she woke to Songo nudging her awake. ‘I wonder what kind of changes Arc… I mean Grams was talking about?’

“Kagome, can you hear me?” Songo asked her friend. “Do you know where you are? Or what has happened to you?”

“Yes, I am in Kaede’s hut, and what do you mean ‘what happened to me’?” Kagome asked in a worried groggy tome. Wondering if she sprouted horns or a tail; hurriedly trying to look for a mirror. She grabbed her bag and searched until she found the item she was looking for.

She held the rather large mirror to her face noticing her eyes were no longer brown… they were blue, a light baby blue, a blue that could rival that of the sky. Moving the mirror a little further away she noticed that she held a golden tan, she was no longer a pasty white, she looked like she swallowed a bottle of Coppertone. The next thing she noticed was not by what she had seen in a mirror, but, by what she felt. She felt her back being weighed down by something and turned her head to look over her shoulder. She had wings, long wings that seemed to touch the floor and they were a silvery white like her fathers. And finally one other change, she felt hair on the back of her thighs. Her long raven tresses had grown so long that they reached her thighs.

‘I am a completely different person!’ The miko, now angel thought to herself. ‘Grams wasn’t kidding when she said there would be noticeable changes.’ At that thought she remembered that she needed to get to that cave and turned to her friend telling her all about her dream and that she needed to go.

“Songo I am trusting that you won’t tell anyone else about my changes. I don’t really think that they would understand…Especially InuYasha.” She stressed to her friend.

“Kagome I am sure that they would understand, but, I will do as you wish and tell the others that you had some business to attend to alone.” Songo said thinking that InuYasha would give a left arm to see how Kagome looked now. She knew that her friend didn’t notice but she had grown some in height and looked a little more like a grown woman. There was something about her that reeked of beauty and was jealous to think that if Miroku ever saw Kagome her romance would be dead. But she dashed it away knowing that InuYasha was the only one for Kagome.

“Thank-you for doing this for me Songo, it really means a lot.” Kagome said pulling Songo in for a sisterly hug; now realizing that she had no shirt on. “Um, Songo maybe I should get a shirt on before I go.”

“Good idea, why don’t you use this fabric and tie it around your chest like one of those bikini things you showed me.” Songo thought since her wings would not allow her to wear a regular top.

Kagome nodded and fixed the fabric around her bust area and proceeded to exit the hut. Upon exiting she saw InuYasha in a tree and tried to hide, but, realized that he could not see or smell her. ‘What is going on?’ She thought as a familiar voice came to her. ‘Remember I said that no one could see you once you exit the hut. Now follow your feet until you reach my cave. It won’t take you long, considering all you have to do is visualize where you want to be and you will be teleported there with the help of the bracelet.’

Kagome was feeling a little unsure and came back with a smart ass response, ‘And what should I do click my heals together three times and say there’s no place like home?’

Well that does it for the Transformation chapters. I had to leave it there, had to end it with a little humor. There is still more to come, Arcangel can be quite the bimbo. Please reeview. I know that it a little greedy of my, but, everyone is guilty of it at one point or another. On well next time on A Hidden Angel………..Chapter 5: Training!!!!!!