A.N. Oh dear god... When you dig into old work, sometimes you find gems, things that make you smile. A New Adventure was no gem. It was... I'm going to be honest and say awful. Poor writing, worse characterization and an overall mess. In my defense, it began when I was like 13. However, with a lot of effort from SilverontheRose-lovely, talented woman she is, really, check out her stories-and myself, I am revamping it. That said, I do not own Inuyasha or X-Men.

"Please fasten your seatbelts. We will be taking off momentarily," a flight attendant called out, first in English, then in Japanese as she surveyed the largely tourist crowded seats.

Doing as instructed, a blue eyed Japanese woman sighed, grateful for the window seat so that she wouldn't have to get up and down for the other passengers in this long flight. Her heart felt heavy as the plane began to move, the realization she was truly leaving her homeland behind settling in. It almost made her queasy, though that could be another part of her condition.

"Nervous flyer?" a large woman asked, eying the petite woman when the plane leveled out in the air. The American blushed when she she realized that she may not speak English and looked to be concentrating. "Er... Shinkeishitsuna?"

Smiling politely at the woman's effort, she gave a nod. "A little." Her accent was a bit thick, not having had a lot of practice with her English until recently. "I have not flown very much, in a plane. How about yourself?" Every word she spoke was careful, testing herself.

Grinning broadly at the younger woman, she offered her hand. "I fly all the time. Coming to Japan was always a dream-Though I'll be glad to get home. How about you? Work or pleasure? Oh, and where are my manners? I'm Marge Dolman."

Blinking, the smaller woman took her hand and shook it with a small smile. "I am Higurashi Kagome. Or, Kagome Higurashi," she amended, correcting the order so as to match the Western way of introducing oneself. "Work." Though she was still uncertain exactly how her name had come up, she thought the trip would do her some good and bring in some much needed income.

"Well, I hope you you get to see some sights-New York is a beautiful state!" Yawning, the older woman took out a sleeping mask and tilted her seat back. "Pulled an all-nighter to start getting back on State time, so I've gotta get a nap in. Nice talking to you Honey." With that, she slid the mask on and laid her head back to get in some sleep.

Watching her a moment, Kagome turned her head to stare out the window. The clouds beneath made her smile for a second before they reminded her of the past. Exhaling through her nose, she took a book from her purse and tried to read. Despite the plentiful rest she'd had, she felt her eyelids flutter and gave up, leaning her head against the window and letting herself drift.

x~x~x

Clawed fingers ran through blue-black hair with a gentleness not typically in character for the stoic male. "You are thinking of your future." It was a statement, yet to those who could read him, there was a small element of question.

"I'm not sure." She smiled softly at him and then closed her eyes as she laid her head on his chest. "My future, my past... It's all relative in a way." She sighed and slipped out of his grasp, standing and pulling her clothing back on. "I need to get back to Shippou." She could practically feel his manner becoming cold once more.

His expression was like ice, but his eyes burned with heat as he watched her cover her flesh, her aura flaring in an attempt to purify his scent on her body. "You will need to bathe, Miko. You will not fool the kitsune that way."

Nodding, she straightened her top and turned to him. "This needs to stop, Sesshomaru. It's not healthy, for either of us." She stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to his when he leaned down to meet her. It was a soft kiss, one of goodbyes. "The Shikon no Tama is almost finished. After that, we won't see each other again."

His expression did not change though there was a slight shift in his aura. "You seek this one out, Miko." Releasing his hold on her, he turned and donned his own attire before walking calmly away.

x~x~x

Eyes opening, the young woman licked her lips, mouth dry. She checked her watch and sighed at the realization she had slept merely four hours out of the thirteen hour flight. Wishing she had selected the aisle seat, she eyed the sleeping passengers blocking her path to a restroom, she sighed.

x~x~x

"Are you really sure about this? Professor, this woman is not equipped to handle this environment." The redhead shifted, nervous as the wheelchair bound man showed her the woman's qualifications.

"She came highly recommended, Jean." While the telepath had held reservations about the matter, her name had been brought up by a respected friend and he could not find anything about her that would suggest she wasn't the prime candidate he was told she was. "Ms. Higurashi will make a fine edition to the teaching staff once she is certified and in the meantime, she will enrich our summer curriculum."

Scott frowned, seeming to agree with his wife. "I hope you're correct about that... You didn't get her name from Moirai, did you?" he asked suddenly, casting a very skeptical look his way.

Coughing on his tea, the bald man shook his head. "I did not get her name from Moirai." Though that had spurred the process into motion, he would not tell his more suspicious staff members that. "Now, please, help Ororo set up her room."

When the two left, a gruff male stepped forward. "Not too trusting, are they?" He stared down at the photograph, memorizing her features. He would likely be the one sent to pick her up after all. She was attractive but didn't look much older than the students. "How old is she?"

Arching an eyebrow at the question, he wondered vaguely if he would question him as well. "She is twenty-eight."

"Practically looks like a kid." He eyed the picture a little more and couldn't help but think she looked older and younger at the same. Everything about her said she was young, younger than the age the Professor had given, but for her eyes. Her eyes were old, like the eyes of a soldier. Frowning, he shook his head. "Long as she can keep them in check." With that, he left the older man to his own devices.

x~x~x

"Mama, what happens to us? To youkai?" The kitsune blinked as he perched himself on her shoulder, knowing she was troubled by the question.

"I wish I knew, honestly." But part of her knew. She had studied the topic thoroughly in her time at home. "I think... A lot of you die." She nudged him and shifted him so he was wrapped in her arms, safe and secure. "Monks, fanatics, hunters, they all will seek the end of you. Before the end, I'll find you a safe place, somewhere where you'll have a chance."

"Kagome-sama?" a soft, uncertain voice called out.

Turning, going for a weapon, her stance relaxed as she took in the familiar giant. "Jinenji-san..." She offered him a warm smile and stepped in closer to him. "It has been a long time." She eyed the newer scars on his flesh and felt her heart clench.

"Who's he?" the child demanded, eying the massive man with a little suspicion in his young features. Despite his size, the older hanyou seemed less threatening, even too docile for his own good.

"You have a child, Kagome-sama?" Moving in close, he hunched to examine his old friend and the unfamiliar child. "No, you've adopted a stray."

"Who are you calling a stray?!" Offended by the comment, the orange haired boy humphed and glared at him.

Holding the kit close, she gave him a stern look. "Be polite." She rested a hand on the gentle gardener's arm, conveying an apology for his rash behavior. "I'd forgotten how close we were coming to your territory."

Smiling, he straightened, dwarfing them with his broad form. "Would you like to stay for the night?" He gestured back in the direction of his hut, newly built and further into the woods than he previously had been.

Eyes softening when she realized what must have happened, she nodded. "Thank you, Jinenji-san."

x~x~x

Sapphire eyes cracked open again, wondering when she had fallen asleep. She eyed the book still in her lap and sighed.

"Should just be an hour," the passenger beside her, Marge, commented.

"I can not believe I slept so much," Kagome murmured softly to herself, politely excusing herself to stretch her legs and visit the facilities again. When she entered the bathroom, she splashed a little water on her face to wake up and studied her reflection a moment. She rotated her head, rolling her neck muscles carefully.

There was a soft tapping on the door. "Ma'am, please return to your seat. We are coming up on some turbulence."

x~x~x

Guarded eyes swept over the incoming passengers, searching for the small woman he was supposed to be meeting. Noting a larger presence of mutants than would be considered normal, he stayed alert, wondering what brought them out.

Hurrying along, the woman he was waiting for seemed to be searching for him, eyes cast about the area, studying people. When her sapphire eyes landed on him, she smiled and walked to his side, bowing. "You are Mr. Logan?" At his nod, she smiled. "Kagome Higurashi."

Grunting a greeting, he looked at the single bag curiously. "Just Logan. You have to go to baggage claim?" He couldn't imagine any woman fitting all she needed into one backpack, no matter how stuffed it was.

"Oh, yes, I had to check one bag. They said terminal eight." Shifting the patched and worn yellow monstrosity to her other shoulder, she looked at the signs and weaved through the crowd to get to the front of the starting carousel. She couldn't shake the urge to reach out and touch the inhuman auras, noting that several felt familiar but remained out of sight.

Noting the way she moved, the gruff man instantly knew she had seen more than one fight. He followed her, not needing to weave as she did. Seeing her grab a rather large suitcase. he quickly took it from her, not about to watch her struggle with two bags. "Let me."

Somewhat accustomed to the behavior from her past experiences, she merely smiled and thanked him. As they walked through the airport, she glanced down at her watch and noted it had already adjusted to the time zone. It was the same time she left Tokyo, the thirteen hour time difference having elapsed in the flight. She had left Saturday morning and arrived Saturday morning. She cracked a smile, feeling that as a time traveler, she'd finally found a way to halt it altogether.

Opening the trunk, the older man slid the suitcase in first and extended his hand for the backpack. When she handed it over, he was surprised, but not hampered by the weight. He set it in carefully, thinking it had seen better days. Quirking an eyebrow, he thought he saw a bloodstain on it, but chose not to ask, though he scented the air to see. If it was, it was too old and covered instead by the smell of herbs and the woods.

"Thank you," she told him, moving to the front seat in time with his steps to the driver's side. When he opened his door, she did as well, sliding in and fastening her seatbelt. She glanced around at their surroundings, taking in the scenery and feeling the familiar auras fade. She blushed faintly when her stomach chose that moment to sound off in the quiet vehicle.

"It's a stretch before we get to the Institute. You want me to stop?" he asked, nodding to a fast food place on the side of the road.

"Ano, that would be very nice." She shifted to fish her wallet out, having made sure to have American currency on hand before even leaving her homeland.

Pulling into a drive through, he turned to her, figuring she was probably more ready for lunch than breakfast. "Bacon cheeseburger and fries?" When she nodded, he ordered four of the sandwiches and two orders of fries. Before she could hand him the money, he went ahead and paid at the window. "Don't worry about it." He pulled up to the next window and received the bag, parking so they could eat.

Realizing she'd not asked for a drink, the Japanese woman was about to offer to go inside and buy them each one when he reached to the back and grabbed two bottle of water from a case on the seat. "Oh, thank you, M-Logan," she told him, correcting herself before she could call him 'Mr' again.

"Not a problem." He handed her a wrapped burger and fries from the bag and watched, bemused as she pulled the top bun off and loaded fries onto the sandwich before squirting some ketchup on it and replacing the bun. His lips twitched into a slight smile for a moment before he went to his own food. He had to admit, she had him interested. She looked like a kid but walked like a fighter, was polite and self assured, yet still oddly harmless looking. She was an oddity, but in a good way.

x~x~x

A smile came to the bald man's lips as he took in the Japanese woman's expression upon seeing his school. "Hello, Ms. Higurashi. I am Charles Xavier, we spoke at length over the phone."

Snapping from her observations of the building that positively hummed with the altered youki of what she knew to be classified as mutants, the young woman took his offered hand rather than bowing, though that was her first impulse. "Yes, I recall. I wanted to thank you again for this generous opportunity, Professor Xavier."

Popping the trunk, Logan waved her off when she turned towards him to get her things. "I've got it." He knew she still had to meet the others and it wasn't as if he couldn't handle the load himself.

Wanting to protest, the woman was cut off when Xavier touched her elbow lightly.

"Please come this way. I'd like to give you a tour and introduce you to the staff formally." The wheelchair bound man offered her a smile and released her arm before moving ahead of her.

"Thank you, Logan," Kagome called to him before falling into step beside the telepath. She was quite grateful for the tour. The school was far larger than she had thought it would be, though she sensed activity below that she knew she would not be brought to see. She was pleased that there was a gym on the upper level as well, even if she knew it was probably not used as often due to the nature of this school.

"Now I'd like to have that introduction." Gesturing for her to enter his office first, he wheeled in behind her smoothly, his staff already assembled and waiting. "Everyone, I'd like you to meet Kagome Higurashi, our summer learning director. Ms. Higurashi, you have met Logan, and this is Ororo Munroe, Jean Grey and Scott Summers."

As each person was introduced and gestured to, the young foreigner could practically feel the trepidation in the air. "Hello, it is a pleasure to meet you all. I hope we all enjoy working together." She bowed her head, offering a gentle smile.

"So, why do you want to teach at a mutant school?" the brown haired male asked, tone not unfriendly, but very curious.

"Yes, how comfortable will you be as the only 'normal' person on staff?" the redheaded woman continued. Green eyes studied the newcomer with a hint of suspicion, beyond the first questioner's curiosity.

"I believe Ms. Higurashi has had a long flight and probably would like to unpack." There was a strong disapproval in the Headmaster's eyes as he looked at the couple. He thought he had settled this before her arrival.

"It is alright, Professor." Long since used to being met with curiosity, suspicion and paranoia from her travels in another era, the black haired beauty wasn't really offended. "I would like to teach. When I was in school, it seemed like the only career path which I would be suited to. Students are students, no matter what genetic anomalies they may have, Mr. Summers."

Turning to the next speaker, she remained just as calm. "What is normal? If normal is to be described as without mutation, then no one is normal. All difference stems from mutation. I am certain you are aware of this, Ms. Grey."

Logan couldn't help the slight smirk that tugged at his lips at her way of handling the questions. She was a cool customer, not easily rattled it seemed.

Amused at the way the other two seemed to be gathering their thoughts for more questions, the white haired woman stepped in. "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Higurashi. How about I show you to you room?"

Nodding gratefully to the dark skinned woman, she looked to the professor for dismissal before letting herself be lead away. The woman's aura felt like a strange combination of a few types of youkai she had met in the past and she found herself very curious as to what her mutation might be. She did not ask though, thinking it was too personal.

"You can ask, you know." Turning a slight smile on the Japanese woman, she could feel her curiosity, though she had a feeling she wouldn't ask unless invited to.

Pink dusted her cheeks when she realized she was so easily read. "I apologize. I did not mean to stare. However..." She paused, not wanting to reveal herself, yet wanting to offer a small bit considering they were letting her into their school, their secrets. "Well, your aura feels like wind and rain, with a touch of electricity."

Startled, she felt her own suspicions rise as she studied the newcomer. She would ask Xavier about it later. "That's my mutation. How did you know?"

"Your aura." Wondering if she said too much, too soon, the shorter woman met her searching gaze without flinching. "When I am near you, it makes me feel like there is a storm waiting. It is hard to explain, but I have a talent for sensing things about people."

"This might sound odd, given where you are, but you may want to keep that to yourself, for now." It wasn't wholly unusual for a nonmutant to sense that there was something off about a mutant, but Ororo had never met one who pinpointed it so easily. If Scott and Jean got wind of it, there'd be a lot more suspicion and questions she imagined this woman wouldn't have satisfying answers for. Still, she trusted the professor and knew he wouldn't bring in someone who would harm them, so she would consult him and keep it under her hat.

"Thank you for the advice." As they stopped, she gave the woman a smile and opened the door to her new room. It was practically a small apartment-Sitting area, bedroom set and a door she imagined lead to a bathroom. Her bags were placed on a couch and she noted there was a basket with necessities on the little coffee table. "Thank you, Ms. Munroe."

"Not a problem. Do you need help unpacking?" she offered, though from what she could see, the newcomer hadn't brought much.

"No, but thank you for the offer." Smiling warmly at the American woman, she looked a bit thoughtful. "If you like, you could keep me company though."

"Sure." Stepping in behind the Japanese woman, she couldn't help but think she had under packed, even if the professor's plans didn't work out and she was only here for the summer. "You sure know how to travel light."

Nodding, the dark haired beauty moved her bags so the other woman could sit on the plush pink sofa. "I have learned over the years how important it can be to take only necessities. Though, I do have a box I sent before I left coming as well." She unzipped the suitcase first and began pulling out clothing and tucking it into the dresser beside the large bed and hanging a few things in the closet with the hangers provided.

"Oh? You move around a lot?" Ororo asked curiously, feeling a little awkward watching her work while she sat. Standing, she walked over to the closet and extended her hand for the items to be hung, hoping she wasn't being too forward with the polite woman.

Understanding she felt the need to help, Kagome simply passed a blouse to her and then dress pants before placing more in the dresser. "No, not too much. However, I enjoyed the outdoors and spent a lot of time camping." Her lips quirked into a smile at describing backpacking around feudal Japan as camping.

This made the other woman smile a bit as a nature lover herself. "Is that why this is your first teaching job?" She tilted her head in curiosity, smile fading a bit when she noticed the slight tension to the other woman's shoulders. Perhaps she had overstepped.

Though it was not a question she was unprepared for, she still had to pause and gather her thoughts. "There were some things in my life that had to be attended to before I could pursue my career fully." It had been very difficult to finish high school and get into a University. Thankfully, she was able to take many classes online with the help of doctor's notes and when she finished her degree, she was almost thankful to devote full time to her quest.

Knowing there was more to the story, the older woman chose not to press and instead took the next item she was handed and hung it in the closet. "Well, we all have our stories."