Mandy: Soooo I got some weird requests…. I'm sorry, but I can't do a few of them. I'm no good with lemon. I've never written lemon in my life. *watches as the readers start to use the back button* It's true, I'm sorry I failed you ;~; I sincerely doubt there will be lemon, and if there is it will probably not be your idea of lemon (there are ways of describing something without going too in-depth =/)

L: I still like my parade-candy-goes-to-me-and-I-get-a-pony idea.

Mandy: I got the weirdest review asking me to do that idea, L, and they said they'd pay me $100. o-o; I kind of doubt it.

Light: Anyway, Mandy doesn't own DeathNote or Inuyasha because she's too lame to ever actually own anything original.

Mandy: Yup, you're definitely getting a bad ending, mister. Anyway, please enjoy! I present to you, the sixth chapter!

Chapter Six: Of Demons & Miko

He held a casual pose, flowing fluidly into another, his photographer going into photo ecstasy as he modeled the latest and most expensive clothes for a popular magazine cover – which was nothing short of what he usually did, this being the lower end of his job. He whisked past designers, fetching clothes from them as if not only did he pose for pictures – he moved as if the whole world were watching him, filming him.

As the model finished getting into his final outfit for the shoot, a familiar energy ripped through him, leaving him leaning on the wall slightly as he tried not to let this exertion show. Luckily, no one saw how his eyes seemed to gleam blood red, and how three green slashes suddenly emerged, as if from under his skin, turning jagged. His long bangs covered the crescent moon that also emerged on his forehead. Then, as quickly as it had come, his face appeared normal – if anyone had been watching his face turn demonic, they might've thought they imagined it. How could such an angelic and beautiful face ever be demonic in any way, shape, or form? It was impossible, of course.

His amber eyes flashed, and when he walked out of his room he called to his manager, Renée, in a clear, cold voice. She hustled over, clipboard in hand, mouth running a million miles an hour on her Bluetooth, which she was pressing into her ear with her free hand in order to hear the other person over the din of models being rushed to and fro. He waited impatiently for his manager to finish, glaring at her icily. She caught the glare, pausing in her speech – then promptly told that person to call back later. Renée watched him with clear black eyes.

"When my star model gives me that look, there's something wrong," Renée said in her American accent, "Do you need the rest of the day off? You've given plenty enough to this, I doubt they need anymore, Darling." She pat his arm, calling him by the English nickname she had given him. No matter how many times he subtly threatened her for calling him "Darling," Renée either didn't notice, or didn't care.

"Yes, I have some things I must attend to that just came up," the so-called "star model" said, "Tell them some excuse; I became suddenly ill, I have an important meeting to attend – something. You know what to do."

"Of course, 'My Lord,'" Renée mocked, bowing, scuttling off to find the photographer. He wondered how he was ever able to come across such an organized and loyal employee in his life. No, he meant person, not employee. He had had many loyal servants, but none of them could shine a candle to Renée's faith in him. It was a strong bond of friendship – nothing more, and nothing less. Even if she was a sarcastic little monster sometimes, she was still the only true friend in the world he had now.

Sesshoumaru Taisho stepped out onto the street.

He and his children ran around the yard, tackling their father in hopes of pinning him down. So far, he had one straggling onto each of his arms, and another hugging his leg tightly. It didn't slow him down as much as it would a normal person. The mother, along with some of the other children, sat and watched on the porch, entertained. Finally, one of the older boys tackled his father's midsection, causing him to collapse. All of the others who had been caught up with the chasing dog piled (in an appropriate manner) on top of their father, laughing. Their mother laughed delightedly, patting her full, round stomach, ripe with yet another child. Luckily they had no neighbors, otherwise they would be wondering if these people knew the meaning of birth control.

Two uncles were teasing some of the children on the porch, telling them impossible stories of adventure that most of them ate up. Still other children were wandering about the yard, watching bug life and plants with wide-eyed wonder. A large burst of laughter caught everyone's attention, as their father struggled out of the dog pile with a playful roar.

Suddenly, a pulse of tremendous power left most of the children about to cry, and the older family members flinched, fangs bared. The mother, the father, and the uncles exchanged looks, ushering all of the children back in the house to get ready for dinner. When they were the only four left, they stood in silence.

Koga, Ayame, Ginta, and Hikaku looked back and up into the sky.

She did the shrine's regular rituals, something that each generation of her family's women had been taught. The meaning of these rituals had been lost through time – they were now merely fancy rituals to show tourists occasionally who happened to come. Unlike her younger sisters, she did these rituals with pride, and an unknown cause that she was certain was there. She often imagined what the rituals could mean, practiced over and over as they had for hundreds of years. If they kept the tradition, there must be some purpose to it, and it must've been working.

'Everything must be done precisely… nothing to interrupt my perfect concentration…' She thought as she murmured the chant, hands together as she sat on her knees. She lit fresh incense sticks, laying them out on the altar on the plate they had owned for centuries.

And then, suddenly, it was as if time slowed as some of her younger siblings came in, laughing as they accidently bumped into the altar, its contents becoming strewn and broken on the floor. The elder sister watched with wide eyes as herbal essences spilled, their cups smashed or cracked across the floor, as well as all of the incense sticks, smoldering next to their broken plate. Everything was silent as the younger siblings contemplated what they did – they could not even imagine what might happen if the ritual was stopped so thoroughly like this. They also did not want the wrath of their sister upon them, and so scuttled out of the room quietly as that sister gazed down at the altar, feeling shame upon her.

A strong pulse of pure power startled her, and she now knew what the ritual was for – why it had to be done, and the consequences of not finishing it uninterrupted. The herbal essence spilled over to the incense sticks, causing them to sizzle out. The sound seemed to wake up her mind to what her true purpose was.

She was a priestess; Kikyo knew what to do.

Kagome stood, frozen, staring at the slightly glowing Shikon no Tama. L wouldn't sense it, of course, but Light was probably terribly confused by what Ryuk was saying. "Um… what – what exactly did you say?" Kagome asked L, trying to get some normalcy back as she dragged her eyes reluctantly away from the Shikon no Tama.

"Never mind that. Are you alright, Kagome?" L asked, "Your face has gotten quite pale, and thrice you have stopped in midsentence." 'He's too damn attentive. This is bad…'

"Kagome, you've got to get this thing out of here," the Shinigami said in a panicked tone. "The Shikon no Tama's lightin' up like a beacon to all the demons in the world."

"Yes. Yeah, I'm fine," Kagome said in a rush, going over to the glass case holding the Shikon no Tama. She wondered if they could see that it was slowly glowing brighter. They followed her, puzzled as she tapped on the glass with her finger. The jewel burned even brighter, as if knowing its owner was close by. The glass was not very thick, luckily. She had to find a way to get into it without breaking the Shikon no Tama (again) as well.

"Kagome-san, what are you doing?" Light asked, standing next to L. The detective leaned down and examined the jewel, wide-eyed. 'Maybe they can see it glowing.'

"I need to get the Shikon no Tama out of here, fast. There isn't time to explain." Kagome hoped that they would understand her as she plopped her bag on the floor so she could dig something out of it.

"There's plenty of time to explain the theft of museum property," L reminded her, "Which I'm obviously not going to let you do. Is that what you are? A thief?" Kagome dragged out her math book, standing up to glare him down – he barely flinched.

"You've seen my criminal record – you tell me!" She said, and then proceeded to smash her math book into the side of the glass case. It splintered, glass tinkling to the floor. "Finally, an actual use for my math book!"

"Are you out of your mind?" L and Light said simultaneously, causing them to exchange glances. Kagome used that moment to swipe up the Shikon no Tama and turn to flee out of the museum. They looked back at her just as she was scooping up her backpack. "Wait!"

"No way! You guys don't understand what's going on, so you're just gonna turn me in when I'm just trying to save you!" Kagome shouted back as she slipped into the next exhibit, out of sight from L and Light.

The detective and the student looked back at the destroyed case in amazement, and then in the direction Kagome had run. They were too stunned to move yet. There was a loud explosion that made both of them jump, and they saw her running back to them, every swear word ever invented coming out of her mouth. Another crash – the hallway she exited was now a gaping hole holding a huge human-like beast, with bulging eyes and sharp teeth. It looked as if its muscles were all on the outside, or as if it had no skin. Kagome grabbed L and Light's arms, dragging them towards another exit.

"Give me the jewel, girl, and I will let you live!" The demon behind them boomed in a tremendous and loud voice, smashing any and all exhibits in its way. "Give me the Shikon no Tama!"

"People who want this thing aren't just going to let me walk away and live! You know I'll fight to get the Shikon no Tama back!" Kagome shouted, practically throwing L and Light out of the door she found. She pointed at them when she came outside, barring the door with miko power. "You two, get the hell out of here. Don't bother contacting the police about seeing demons, since they either won't believe you, or won't investigate because there are evil demons even on the task force – trust me." Kagome told them, pushing them up the sidewalk. Light looked bewildered – somehow, L remained calm, even though this was probably the most exercise he'd ever gotten without eating a bowl of sugar first.

"I'm not going until you tell blame what's going on, Kagome." L said stubbornly. Impetuously, before Kagome could even stop and think about her actions, she slapped him.

"Don't you understand that I'm trying to save your asses?" Kagome scolded him, "Any demons that come are my responsibilities. It must've been my presence that activated the dormant Shikon no Tama," She shook her head. L stared at her, completely stunned. "Anyways, call Watari and get to safety." She ran around the block, to the front of the museum, "If you don't, I won't forgive you!"

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum.

Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum…

The pounding continued through the darkness, ba-dum, ba-dum echoing endlessly. The beat was slow, but it throbbed as if it was the very essence of life. There was absolutely no sound except this massive beating – ba-dum, ba-dum – it was coming from everywhere yet seemed to come from nowhere.

This place had not seen light, heard sound, breathed air, nor felt anything for over five centuries. The sound then seemed unwelcome to any ears that had become used to such aching silence, in the complete darkness. It became annoying, this nonsensical beating of pure power –

Eyes opened wide, revealing red irises. They realized what this power was. They had not opened in so long – why wake up from the blackness only to find even more of it? – and they drank in the beating, pounding energy. An arm moved; a hand flinched. It was trapped and constrained with many different spells – all easily removed with a flex of the newfound power. And then the darkness vanished, and light blinded the eyes for what felt like hours but could have possibly been minutes. The eyes cleared – they could now see, after so many centuries closed and bound together.

The light revealed a long black-haired man, his red eyes scanning the landscape, his face still hidden in the shade of a tree. Nothing could hide the evil red-lipped, fanged smirk. He was free, totally and utterly free.

Naraku laughed as he stood under the God Tree, near a small shrine…

Kagome ran back into the museum, finding owners and museum goers alike gawking at the damage the demon had done. She heard people scream and cry out as they fled past her, pushing her into one of the owners. Kagome quickly pocketed the Shikon no Tama as the owner stared down at her.

"I don't believe it. Satoshi was here one moment, and then, the next thing I knew, a demon stood in his place and started rampaging through my museum!" The owner exclaimed, eyes wide. "You saw it too, didn't you?"

Kagome nodded, glancing over at some unbroken cases. "Do you have any bows and arrows? I could fight off the demon for you."

The owner laughed, half-crazed. "Yeah, sure! Just smash into one of the cases, or just find one that isn't! Might as well – the demon will destroy it all anyways if it isn't stopped!" He ran off, presumably into a back office, laughing maniacally. 'Poor guy… I wish I could think this was just a nightmare too.' Kagome thought sympathetically.

However, Kagome didn't have time to ponder over the existence of demons. She had to get rid of the one rampaging in the museum before someone got hurt, killed, or eaten. Bystanders watched with wide eyes as she smashed a case with her math book, withdrawing the bow and quiver it contained, which were in eerily pristine condition. The miko tossed her bag and math book aside, testing the bowstring, which was surprisingly as strong and tight as it needed to be.

"Miko!" The demon screeched, "Where are you? I know you came back. Your 'duties' overwhelm you as you want to protect these disgusting mundanes." Kagome found him about to catch a little boy, who was scurrying away as fast as he could, screaming for his mommy.

"HEY!" Kagome yelled, gaining the demon's attention. The little boy darted past her, hopefully into his mother's loving arms. "Pick on someone your own size, why don't cha?" Kagome drew an arrow quickly, aiming it into the demon's chest as he came at her, and let it loose.

The room was lit with pink light. The demon vanished – the sacred arrow left no blood, no trace of it, besides the ruin of the museum. Kagome hadn't known they were sacred arrows – in the same museum as the Shikon no Tama, no less! This had obviously already been known… a plan set out to destroy a lesser demon from 500 years in the past? What was going on?

Mandy: End chapter. I just thought that everyone ought to know, but the song "Don't Tread on Me" by Metallica was what I was thinking when I got to the "badum badum" part. And there are a lot of lines in this chapter. Because I like to get the views of all the characters :3

Kagome: WHICH REMINDS ME. WHY DID YOU BRING NARAKU BACK?

Mandy: Bringing back popular villains is fun?

Band of Seven: …

Mandy: No. Quit it. I WON'T DO IT BAND OF SEVEN GO AWAY *flails*

Next time!: Coverups! L comes up with a brilliant plan to do so! What's this? A KISS? You don't wanna miss it! And you know that it's gonna be forever until this author updates and she gives you this cliffhanger? NOOOooooo we hate you forever!

Mandy: No you don't, you still love me~ *heart* Or, you will love me if you want me to update :3

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