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Shadows of a past	By : SFP Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 5215 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. The Dark-Hunter series belongs to Sherrilyn Kenyon. Also I do not make any money from these writings.

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Shadows of a past

By SFP

DISCLAIMER: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. The Dark-Hunter series belongs to Sherrilyn Kenyon.

A/N: To the wonderful AnimeHuntress, thank you. Your work on my stories is deeply appreciated. I could always say, I couldn�t have done it without you, but that just wouldn�t be true. I could do it without you . . . It just wouldn�t be as good.

Ch.4

�You killed someone?�

The girl turned her head to look at him and then blinked as if she hadn�t even realized he was there. How unusual. He knew he was not the kind of individual you could miss, even in a crowd. Normally people couldn�t look at him for more then a few seconds, without becoming scared, or uncomfortable and fidgety at least, especially women.

Ash knew most women found him attractive. In fact, sometimes it could be a hindrance, Artemis being the first and foremost example to pop into his mind. But Fear tended to be a heavy dissuader, and the majority of the humans he crossed paths with feared him, very much. Oh, he knew Artemis feared him to some extent, but she was by no means human. Pity that. It would be a vast improvement.

It took a lot to surprise him, yet this girl had done just that. She sat up with a little help from mama Lo.

When Kagome looked at the man who had spoken, it really did catch her off guard. Not so much his looks, as the aura he carried around himself. Yes, he was a good-looking man, extremely sexy in fact. But having run around in a world full of demons, some of which, were at the pinnacle in drool worthiness, and well you got the idea. Besides, looks weren�t all that important to her, some of those drool-worthy specimens� had tried to kill her, repeatedly. She had learned her lessen fast; good looks did not equal goodness of the heart.

The aura this man carried though, it called out to her on some basic level, it said, I�m powerful, dangerous, I�m a predator on the prowl at all times, defiantly someone you don�t want to mess with, and yet it also spoke to her of a profound loneliness. She was rather surprised, to learn, she had not noticed him right off the bat.

Talon answered for the girl, who now seemed to be studying T-Rex, as if looking for something. �No actually, she killed eight Daimons,� he paused, thinking of something, and then finished in a little more subdued tone. �By herself.�

�By herself?� Acheron�s voice sounded incredulous. Talon nodded his head yes.

Ash looked back to the girl again, but he didn�t like what he saw. She was looking at Talon with a look of absolute horror and self-loathing on her face; he almost feared she would break her little bird bones if she didn�t stop shaking so hard. Seeing her like that, brought to him this insane need to pull her into his arms and comfort her. Needless to say, it was an odd feeling for him to experience, her being a stranger and all, particularly one he could not read. He was not the kind of man someone should look to for comfort.

�I killed eight people?� she whispered, her voice sounding small and scared, it shook almost as badly as her body did.

Ash sent a subtle nod to Mama Lo and Talon.

Mama Lo patted the girl on the shoulder kindly. �Well, I�m just going to go find Aimee and see about getting you a clean shirt. Talon be a dear, and help me find her please?� Talon nodded, before fallowing the fair-haired woman out the door.

Once the door closed, giving them some privacy, Ash moved to the table she was sitting on. He took a seat next to her, leaning his back up against the wall. He smoothly took her hand into his much larger one, startling her, yet she didn�t pull away from his touch. He couldn�t help it, this need to try to comfort her, touch her.

�That�s not what he said little one, what he said was that you killed eight Daimons.� He could see the confusion in her eyes. The questions she wanted to ask.

Even so, He would not explain anything to her. What would be the point? She wouldn�t be allowed to keep the knowledge anyways, so why bother. Although, she did appear to be calming down somewhat, which was exactly what he wanted. There was just something about her being upset that bothered him; he would study that a little more in-depth later though.

Before she had a chance to inquire about the things he would not tell her, he spoke, �what�s your name Little Bit?�

She looked at him for a moment, making him think that she might not answer, then when she looked down at the hand, his hand, that was still gripping her own in a soothing gesture; she seemed to change her mind.

�Kagome,� her voice had a very melodic quality to it, and even though he could tell English wasn�t her first language, she still spoke it very well. He liked the way her voice carried clearly. It was the type of voice bed-time stories for children should be told with.

Kagome studied the hand that was holding her own so tenderly. Every time his finger would slide over the top of her knuckles, in that slow caress, she would get this strange urge to shiver. It was as if he were touching her more intimately than what he really was. Kagome licked her lips, suddenly feeling warm. Okay, so maybe she was not as immune to good looks as she had previously thought. She hoped she wasn�t suddenly becoming superficial, �or it could just be the simple fact that he�s good-looking and being nice to you,� her mind supplied for her with a little touch of sarcasm.

�Well Kagome you need not worry, you�re safe here in the sanctuary. You need your rest though, so I shall take my leave of you.� He tucked a stay strand of hair behind her ear, before letting go of her hand. Even as he walked away from her, his mind screamed at him to go back to her, that she needed comfort only he could give to her.

�What a load of crap.�

He was a stranger to her; he would probably end up frightening her more that anything else had tonight. He needed to leave; it was better that way, besides he still needed to talk to Talon about what had happened.

He was almost to the door before Kagome took notice that he was leaving.

�Hey you! Stop!�

He paused in his long strides, turning his head in order to look at her over his shoulder. She blushed becomingly, and then dipped her head in embarrassment. It was an enduring sight, to him. He also liked the look of her flushed cheeks. Moreover, when she started berating herself quietly in Japanese, it made him want to laugh, something he hadn�t really done in a very long, long time. Apparently, she didn�t know he could understand her native tongue.

�Hey you! Stop! Hey you, stop?� Where in the hells did that come from? GODS! What is the matter with me! Five minutes alone with mister yummy, my body is just dieing to be licked like a pop-sickle and I�m nice, and I become a scatter brained idiot. Where are my manners? Where�s a hole in the ground to swallow you, when you need one?�

When she noticed, she was talking to herself aloud in Japanese, in front of him, her blush brightened considerably. She groaned audibly while rubbing a hand over her face in a frustrated manner.

Hearing her groan after talking in such a way did something to him. His blood heated, rushing to other regains of his anatomy. He didn�t feel like laughing anymore. In fact, he felt like laying her down on that table and . . . Not that she could see, with him wearing sunglasses and all, but his eyes gleamed brighter for a few seconds, before he closed them.

He needed to leave before he did something they both might regret.

She cleared her throat before trying again. �I�m sorry, please forgive my rudeness. What I meant to say was, excuse me.�

�Yes?� his voice had an odd inflection to it that had not been there before; there was something about it now, something that she couldn�t quite place her finger on. Whatever it was it made her turn her head away again, feeling anxious.

�What is your name?� her question was whisper soft.

�Acheron or Ash, whichever you prefer.�

�Will I see you again?� she looked up again when no response was forthcoming, but he had already left her, slipping out the door as quietly as he had come.
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