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Out of the Feudal Era, into the Feuds

�Chapter One: The Cat and
the Dog Reunite�

She sat quietly on the outer skim of
the inner circle and felt somehow out of place, even in the classroom. Two circles made up their small group, but the
thin girl with the odd colored hair really wasn�t a part of either. She was still included in the discussion, of
course, even going as far as making comments every now and then. But, with her
head slightly throbbing and her stomach beginning to flutter, her mind wasn�t
quite all there. Her dinner had only
been a handful of crispy, salty pretzels and half a bottle of apple juice, but
that had been closer to two hours before.
There was still another hour or so to go in her night class before she
could head back to her loft and give her stomach and her ears a rest. What appeared to be ears, and even felt like
ears, hung below her hairline and above her cheek bones, but that wasn�t what
bothered her. She longed to take her
hair down and rub the two little fuzzy spots on the top of her head until they
quit aching. Everyone else in the class
simply saw a twenty-something year old in a tight black tee and jeans, with her
light purple hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. �What I wouldn�t give to be only twenty
again,� Kylani thought with a silent sigh.
She wiggled her barefoot toes, propped up as they were on the blue plush
chair she sat in, as those around her discussed history and learning. Her flat, black flip-flops lay discarded
beneath the chair as she attempted to outline all the things she had to do in
the next week. The list, however, didn�t
want to hold still. Instead, like
spastic butterflies, it floated in and out of her consciousness, leaving
sparkly trails that hurt her brain when she tried to focus. Something outside the window in the door
moved in a whir of black and red, catching her attention. Without staring outright and drawing
attention to herself or the figure, Kylani leaned on her hand and pretended to
be self-absorbed for a moment. She
hadn�t imagined it, unless the hallucinations from the last full moon were
still stuck in her brain like the spastic butterflies she wanted to
scorch. He was there, alright. He had stopped to peer into the room as if
something had caught his attention too.
Perhaps he had smelt her. Kylani pulled her youkai aura back to her slowly. She could sure smell him with
little difficulty from where she was. He
wore little cologne, but the aura of his power drifted to her, a strong
masculine scent engulfing her senses and warming her to the core. The figure stared hard at her for a little
longer before cocking his head in a beckon to her. With a little nod, Kylani caught the teacher�s
attention, without disrupting the conversation, and excused herself, with her
things, into the hallway. College life
was much easier once you had lived all the history discussed.

The lemony-pine scent of the cleaning
soap floated around like a fog as she searched out his scent and followed it
around the corner to the end of an empty hallway, where a wall of windows stood
overlooking the parking lot below. She
regretted wearing her flip-flops as the smack of her shoes rising to her heels
echoed down the hallway. Kylani slowed,
the height of the building and the size of the window keeping her from rushing
up to him. Even in the ugly, stale light
of the fluorescent fixtures that turned everything in the hallway a sickly
yellow-green color, he was still beautiful.
He stood with his back to her, but the slight movement of his bandanna
told her that he could hear her fine.
The light from the crescent moon outlined his jean clad figure in silver
to match the waist length ponytail that swished in the stillness. He rested one clawed hand on the glass of the
window, tapping it lightly with the knowledge that if he so wished he could
break through it without so much as a scratch to himself.

�Would you mind not staring so
hard? I can smell you starting to
drip.� Inuyasha�s raspy voice echoed to
her and she licked her lips gently in reflex.

�You know, Inuyasha, I�d probably be
twice as wet if I hadn�t remembered what an asshole I was told you are. You don�t even know me, and you�ve already shown
me that they weren�t wrong.� Kylani
ignored the window and continued to walk up behind him, her fear being
overridden by her slight anger.

�Well, I guess you being turned on is
better than having to smell fear.�
Inuyasha turned at that moment and leaned against the glass, his long
legs crossed at the ankles. �Who are you
anyway, bishounjaga?�

�Pretty girl? I guess I�ll take that as a compliment. My name is Kylani Mianaka, but we can�t talk
here. There are several classes that will
get out soon and I don�t want to be caught by friends and have to explain who
you are. We can talk on the way to my
place.�

�Woah, woah. . .your place? Who said I�m going anywhere with someone I
don�t even know?� Inuyasha had to admit
that her willowy figure, complete with rounded hips and shapely thighs, was
nice. He swept his gaze up from the
floor to her face, looking indirectly at her face, his eyes rested on the
expanse below. Even thin as she was, her
breasts would be more than a handful for his clawed hands. He flexed his
fingers with a smirk. �Damn,� he
thought, his mind racing over the image his eyes had supplied. �How come I
didn�t notice those from the classroom?�

�If you�re done ogling my body, can
we get out of here? I need to talk to
you about something rather serious, and I�d rather the world not know my secret
. . . or yours for that matter.� Kylani
shifted the weight of her messenger bag more firmly on her shoulder and turned,
headed for a back staircase. Inuyasha
caught her shoulder, his thumb digging into the muscles of her back, causing
her to flinch and turn back to face him.

�What do you know about secrets?� He
growled, baring his elongated canines and trying to frighten her. She smiled up at him with a slight laugh, her
canine teeth protruding just as long as his.

�I know more about secrets, than you
think, but now is not the time or place to discuss them, especially your
secret,� Kylani pulled away from his hand as a door down the hall swung
open. She turned and took a few steps
toward the stairwell before throwing her last word over her shoulder, �hanyou.�

Drat the woman, she had him. Inuyasha knew he had no choice but to follow
this strange girl with the funny smell.
Not many people could match him for wits and with that last word, she
had guaranteed his attention. Kylani
knew he had heard every word despite the noise as the people filed out of the
room laughing. She could hear his booted
footsteps as they followed her down the empty dark stairwell. The noise echoed around her, rattling in her
ears and making them hurt, but she knew his more sensitive ears had to be
stinging, even though his stoic glare trained on her back never moved. She bit down on her lower lip to keep from
saying something to stop the stinging echo of their footsteps. The dark wooden door allowed only a few
shafts of light as they neared it and she paused, trying to hear anyone moving
beyond the tall wooden barrier.

�There�s no one there, just push
it.� Inuyasha growled, leaning over
Kylani to place his palm against the door and give it a hard shove. It opened easily under his strength and
Kylani slipped through and lead the way out of the building and across the
parking lot. A few cars sprinkled the
dark lot, but underneath one of the fading lamps sat a light amethyst Ford
Shelby Cobra. She continued walking
straight to the vehicle and slid the key into the slot, turning it and pulling
open the small car door. �Who�s car you
steal?� Inuyasha asked, cocking an
eyebrow while running his fingertips across the hood of the car.

�No one, this is my professional
vehicle. I got it new when it went on
sale in 1965 and I�ve kept it up ever since.
Beautiful, isn�t she?� Kylani smiled as she turned the ignition and the
car purred to life. Inuyasha didn�t
speak as he slid into the passenger�s seat and pulled the door closed.

�What do you mean you got it when it
went on sale in 1965? That would make
you over a hundred years old if you could drive it when you bought it.�

�Yea, so?� Kylani simply smiled as she turned the car
and let it crawl out of the parking lot.

�Keh. Lemme guess, more secrets.� Inuyasha huffed as Kylani ignored him for the
rest of their short drive. She turned
off the engine and opened the door to get out.
He hadn�t said a word since the comment about secrets and she was
determined not to break the silence until they reached her loft. It didn�t take long to climb the four flights
of stairs to her third floor door and as she unlocked the knob, she wondered
how he would react to the picture she had to show him.

Inuyasha just did manage not to gawk
at the sparingly lush contents of the loft�s large main room. The kitchen, dining room, and living room all
fed into the same living area with the same two red, gold, and black motifs,
one distinctively Chinese and the other more of a Japanese way of drawing. Even if he hadn�t lived through the period,
Inuyasha would have still recognized that every piece was authentic or an exact
replica of an authentic piece. He would
guess they were from the Ming Dynasty in China
and the Muromachi Period in Japan
both around the 14^th and 15^th century, but pieces that
old were even rarer than her car.

�Make yourself at home,
Inuyasha. I�ll set some Ramen to cool
and then I�ll join you.� Kylani glided
noiselessly into the kitchen area and he realized that she had slipped off her
annoying flip-flops. She began to rustle
things in the kitchen, so he took the liberty to glance around the room. A small dog carved in jade sat atop a marble
fireplace mantel, the fireplace below it just a hollow spot for a wine
rack. The statue looked strangely familiar
even as he turned it over in his clawed hands to see the artist�s name. �Tai
inu� was partially visible, but the last character, or maybe it was two,
was completely unreadable.

�Lovely, isn�t it?� Even Inuyasha�s heightened senses hadn�t
warned him of her approach, and as he whirled around with the statue still in
his fingers, she only smiled and offered him a bowl of steaming noodles.

�Keh.
I guess.� Inuyasha set the figure
down and shrugged. He sniffed the air
lightly and had to tamp down his reaction to her scent of light jasmine and
sakura blossoms that mingled with the Ramen.
�Beef?� He raised an eyebrow and
accepted the bowl.

�For you, yes. I�m rather partial to shrimp.� She gestured with her bowl. �Sorry it�s not
fresh, but time is limited.� She
motioned him to the sofa and pulled her knees in under her as if it came
naturally to behave as if she were still in Japan. It was only then Inuyasha realized she hadn�t
handed him a fork, but rather chopsticks � traditional bamboo chopsticks. He smiled sincerely at her and attacked his
food.

�You said you knew my secret and I
heard you say hanyou, but I don�t
know what the hell you�re talking about.�
Inuyasha mumbled around one bite of noodles before shoving another into
his mouth.

�Then why are you here? Why come with me if you didn�t know exactly
what I meant?� Kylani paused between
bites and studied her chopsticks.
�Keh.
I was being invited to a pretty girl�s apartment, of course I followed.�

�Wrong. You balked at coming and only
followed me after I said hanyou. Don�t play baka with me, Inu. You know
full well it means half-demon.� Kylani
set down her bowl on the small woven and crossed the floor to her bookshelf on
the far right wall of the room.

�So?
What�s that got to do with me?� He finished the last of his noodles and set
the bowl down, his chopsticks rattling against the fine china of the bowl.

�You are one.� Kylani said simply as she located the book
she wanted and pulled it off the shelf.
It looked as old as the rest of the room. Inuyasha knew that if he had been still
eating, he would have choked or threw up on her nice Asian rug, but he was able
to hold his emotions and appear only slightly amused. Kylani still noticed the fear seep lightly
into his aura. She took her place beside
him on the red silk couch and flipped through the parchment book. Most of the
pages were crude watercolor paintings of landscapes with notes about where they
were done scrawled down the sides. She
stopped flipping and turned the book toward him. A young half-demon in a red haori lay perched on a low branch of a Goshinbaku tree, asleep. His arm lay wrapped over his middle with his
silver hair floating on an unseen breeze and his small triangle dog ears stood
at attention on the top of his head. The
place was carefully recorded on the bottom of the painting next to a name he
didn�t recognize, but the title lovingly written out directly below the drawing
wasn�t something he would soon forget: �in goshujin mugen tetsu,� Peace in your dreams,
Inuyasha.� He looked up at Kylani
coldly.

�Where did you get it? It�s a
beautiful painting.� Kylani refused to
be intimidated.

�I didn�t buy it, Inuyasha. I drew it.
You did notice the date, didn�t you?�
She knew he had seen the date 1245, and that he hadn�t been more than
seventy years old in the picture.

�You couldn�t have done this if the
date�s right. You would be over a
thousand years old.� Inuyasha pretended
the age was outrageous. After all, he
didn�t look any older than 30 and he never would.

�Not quite 900, as you well
know. You might as well take off your
bandanna, Yash. I know it�s pushing on
your ears.� He watched as she pulled the
ponytail holder out of her hair and let it fall down her back slowly. Two small black triangles began to push their
way out of her flattened hair to stand up at angles outward on her head. She could feel Inuyasha�s temperature rise as
his heart started pounding. �Let�s talk secrets, Inuyasha. You now know one of mine.�

�But you have human ears. They�re even pierced.� Inuyasha lifted his hands to his bandanna for
a second before returning them to his lap.
Kylani watched his hesitation with a small smile.

�These?� She pulled on the small hoop
at the bottom of the fleshy looking extension.
�They�re stage make-up and spirit gum.
Not real.� Kylani closed her eyes
as Inuyasha reached for the human ear.
The heat from his hand radiated against her cheek.

�You don�t feel that?� Inuyasha rubbed the false lobe between his
claws. His thumb nail began to pierce just
above her earring and all she did was watch his face.

�Nothing. I told you it�s not real.� Kylani pulled his hand away from her
head. �Are you going to show me, or
not?� She allowed Inuyasha to pull his
hand away.

�Who are you? I don�t know who you are. . .you couldn�t
have drawn that picture cause I don�t know anyone named Kylani.� Inuyasha pushed himself off the couch and
stared out of the picture window.

�No, you don�t know a Kylani. I�ve only been Kylani Mianaka for less than a
hundred years. Before that, I was
Jasmine Akishi, and before that one, Sakia Yumeshi. You may have kept your name, Inuyasha, but
the name I was born with hasn�t been used since I left Sengoku Jidai. I was born Nekusenjo, the youngest daughter of a
union between a cat demon and a human servant.
You knew me as Koneko . . .the
kitten.�

Inuyasha looked closely at the girl
sitting before him with the cat ears and the purple hair. He closed his eyes and let himself be taken
back to the Feudal Era of Japan, before his mother died and before he had
married Kagome. Small flashes of memory
like the pieces of a movie ticked through his head showing him the God Tree
where he loved to sit and the servant girl in the tan dress who followed him
around as if she was the puppy and not him.
�Koneko? You mean that thin little waif of a
half-demon that tried to attach herself to my hip?� Inuyasha smiled lopsidedly out of one side of
his mouth. Kylani laughed.

�I suppose I was sort of in your way,
but I couldn�t help it. Your brother
scared me to no end. . .a huge dog demon like himself, he could have smushed me
with no problem.� Kylani uncurled her
feet from under herself and closed her sketch book. There would be plenty of time for pictures
later. �Inuyasha, look again at that figure.� She pointed to the figure on the fireplace
mantle.

�The dog?� Kylani nodded. Inuyasha picked it up and turned it over in
his scarred hands once again. �Tai inu, what�s worn away is youkai, isn�t it? It�s my father.� Kylani nodded again. It was good to have him back near her. Perhaps this time, she wouldn�t be so foolish
as to let him leave again.

�Yes, Yash, it�s Inutaisho.� Kylani trailed off, almost sure he wasn�t
listening to her, but his father�s voice in his head. Welcome back to me, Inuyasha.� She whispered to herself, sure he had
absorbed himself in memories of his father.
She walked toward him and set a hand on his waist, content to ease
slowly back into her old life, after all, they had centuries to reacquaint
themselves.

Okay, I know it�s not much now, but
there is more to come. Remember,
feedback is a sexy thing that I will take out and have my way with. Send me
more. This is my first Inuyasha fic, so
if you know how it could be better, let me know and I�ll see what I can
do. =^.^= Weyrd Kat
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