Hey

This is not "Chase."

I changed my name and now it's jesustakethewheel

(please don't judge me too harshly)

Anyway, I vaguely recall promising the readers of this really horrible fanfiction (even though I'm sure they've forgotten completely about this story. And good for them, too. This was written by seventh grade me. Who knows what other horrors I could've made up) that I would finish this story. And I'm not one to abandon a promise like that. Even though I made that promise a year or so ago.

Why did I make that promise.

Anyway, this is going to be the very last chapter.

I'm finally going to end this monstrosity.

I'm going to end it in a terrible way because I have not even looked at this fanfiction in over a year and I don't ever plan to. I cringe every time I read even one word of it. So sorry if some of the stuff that I write doesn't really connect with the previous chapters.

Sorry if the characters are pretty OoC, but I haven't watched this anime in a couple years.

Also, this is going to be written like I don't care because- surprise!- I don't care about this story. Honestly, this is all for the readers that have probably abandoned me and this story. But a lot of them said they liked it, so I'm uploading one final chapter and then I'm DONE.

Chapter whatever. 22? 23? I forget.

We've been training for five years now. I thought it would simply be physical training, but it turns out that we had to learn way more than that- physics, chemistry, environmental science, even algebra and geometry. Who knew that math would actually help us in the future, huh?

Inuyasha is the best when it comes to physical strength. He has the most stamina out of all of us, being a half-demon and all. He still wields that sword, Tessaiga, and it seems like he's the only one who can wield it. We've all attempted to transform it into that huge, sharp blade, but to no avail.

Miroku tops us all when it comes to using spiritual power, or "magic," as I inaccurately call it because it isn't really magic. He's got that advantage of being a monk and being pretty studious, so he's perfectly fine with staying inside for hours, learning more and more about banishing evil and all that good stuff.

Sango is a stealth master, which she uses to her advantage. She's got this habit of sneaking into a room, completely unnoticed, and scaring the living daylights out of random people. It's hilarious; that is, if it doesn't happen to you.

Hojo is no longer called Jeeves. He was completely against the nickname, and probably still is, so I was like "okay." He's not so great when it comes to physical stuff, but he is a genius with computers and science. One time, when we were on a mission, Miroku was poisoned. It seemed like nothing could cure him, but Hojo took a blood sample and whipped up a cure within the hour.

As for me, I based my future upon what Sesshomaru told me five years ago. Stupid, right? After piles of books of research, hours scouring the spy agency's information center, I basically diagnosed myself as a priestess. I was pretty weak at the start, but I kept training until I could actually make use of my powers.

I've excelled at archery, anyway. There's not a single target that I can't shoot, be it a literal target or a person's throat.

Naraku never escaped my mind. He had betrayed my family, and I would not hesitate to slice his neck. Years ago, I was completely against killing, but after a while, you kind of get used to it, you know?

He still appeared in my nightmares sometimes, grinning slyly and emitting an evil aura. It's disgusting. What right does he have to kick down the door to my mind and creep me out? None. He has no right. I feel like suing him, but I have no idea how that whole thing works.

I decided to track him down, once and for all. He won't know up from down once I'm done with him.

Well, I say that, but I honestly don't know how to find him.

"Kagome!"

I turn around and see Sango running towards me. She seems awfully excited about something.

"Hey, Sango. What is it?" I ask curiously.

Her eyes sparkle with excitement. She grabs my hands and drags me off to who-knows-where (Sango knows where). "You've been assigned a solo mission, Kagome!"

My eyes widen in surprise. "S-seriously?" I say with shock evident in my voice.

Sango nods, as she stops in front of Inuyasha's father's office.

"In you go!" she smiles and pushes me into his office.

The door shuts behind me and I look at the man sitting behind the old oak desk. He still looks the same as he did when I first saw him, which didn't surprise me since he's a demon.

I clear the anticipation out of my throat and sit in the empty chair in front of him.

He starts. "Kagome, I know that you've been meaning to go after Naraku," he says in a deep voice.

I nod, doing my best to hide my excitement.

"We've tracked him down."

My hands slam upon his desk and I stand up quickly. So much for hiding my excitement. "Where is he?" I shout, completely defying all the rules of respect that the instructors here had taught me. Or tried to, at least. I'm not really all for that quiet reverence.

He looks at me intently with a knowing expression until I sit back down with a muttered "sorry".

Clearing his throat, he tells me that Naraku had bought my old house and was currently residing in it. He had taken the name "Bob Smith," which I laughed at.

"This is nothing to laugh about. You know that the name 'Bob Smith' is a very obvious pseudonym. We all know this, including Naraku."

I sit up in my seat. This is getting serious.

"He knows that we know of his whereabouts, of his evident nom de plume, and he knows that we know that he knows," Inuyasha's father explains. This is starting to get confusing. "This means that he's anticipating whatever agents we send to him."

"But... but we still have to do it, don't we?" I protest.

"Yes, yes. We shall. You must stay here," he says.

"WHAT? But sir" (I add the extra "sir" in hopes of persuading him to change his mind) "I have to do this! I want to destroy Naraku with all I've got! He betrayed my family, me, and he's been hitchhiking on my dreams without any permiss-"

He sharply turns and looks at me, causing me to halt my rant. "Dreams?" he asks, deathly serious.

"Um, yes. Yes, sir," I nervously say, continuing with the whole "sir" thing.

"How long has this whole 'hitchhiking' business been going on?" he questions quietly.

"For... for five years now, I think," I stumble on my words. I had never actually told anyone about my nightmares about Naraku. I never thought it was necessary, and it'd probably just be an extra weight for everyone to hold. I simply figured that I had been traumatized or something and I was having simple nightmares.

Simple, continual nightmares. That happened almost every week on Thursday.

Maybe I should've looked a little closer at how suspicious these dreams were.

"You," he points at me as he says this, "are staying here. That is final. You may leave."

"But- but..." I try frantically to find an excuse to go. "But Sango said I had a solo mission!"

"Ah, yes. Your mission is to wash the dishes in the kitchens, since you'll be staying. Go on, then."

I storm out of his office, but quietly because I can't disrespect the boss.

When I finish washing all those freaking dishes I sulk all the way to my room. I shut the door and lay on my bed, bored out of my mind. I breathe a sigh and end up falling asleep.

Big mistake.

I dream. When I open my eyes, I appear to be in a cozy living room, sitting on a plush chair. It feels like it was set up so that I'd be nice and comfortable, but I can't settle down. My hands keep fidgeting, and my right leg hops up and down like a rabbit on a sugar-high. I take a glance around and what I see hits me like a truck.

The building I'm in is my family's old home. I remember playing in this room all the time. My old toys are still strewn across the floor, as if 5 year old me had been here not two minutes ago. I recognize the emerald green walls, the pastel pink ceiling, and the fuzzy carpet, blue as the sea. My mother had always had a strange taste for home decor, and my father had always just gone with it. As long as it made her happy, he always did what she wanted.

Seeing this room made my chest ache. No tears come, there's just a deep mourning in my heart as waves of nostalgia roll over me, overwhelming me. My throat constricts.

I realize that what I'm doing right now goes against what I learned at the school. They always told us, if you find yourself in a place you don't know, always hide yourself and prepare for attack, but I don't know if that applies to this situation. I know this place- it's my old house. Besides, this is only a dream, right?

Nevertheless, my intuition tells me that I'm not safe, so I crawl behind the chair I'm sitting in and pinch my bracelet. It morphs into a silver butterfly knife, perfect for self defense, in case something attacks me. At least, I think it's for self-defense. I never really paid attention in weapons class. Twirling the knife, I open it and expose the sharp edge hidden inside. They told me that I could sharpen the swedge if I wanted, but I thought that'd make it more inconvenient.

I stay there, still as a statue, for a while. I don't know how long. After my legs start to get cramped, I hear someone walk in the room. I tense, and my grip on the handles tightens.

The stranger takes a few steps in. I hear him take in a breath, and then it sounds like he walks away. I breath a quiet sigh of relief and relax my muscles, but then I sense someone behind me. I spin around, holding the knife in front of me, and slash whoever is behind me. My eyes narrow as I realize who it is.

Naraku. And it's not even Thursday.

My blade drips with his blood, but he seems to be fine. Not a scratch on him, which annoys the hell out of me.

"You," I snarl. A wide smile stretches on his face, creeping me out. He lunges forward and grips the edge of my knife while knocking me backward. I'm pinned underneath him. I can't even move. Terror and hatred take hold of my heart as he continues smiling at me.

"What do you even WANT?" I shout.

He leans down until his mouth is next to my ear. I try to recoil, but his hold keeps me from moving.

"I want the Shikon Jewel," he whispers, sending chills crawling up and down my spine.

"The... the what?" I stumble on my words.

"The Shikon Jewel," repeats Naraku. His black nails (what, does he paint his nails? I never knew that) grow into pointed claws, and he plunges his hand into my side. His hand wriggles inside of me, as if searching for something.

I shriek with pain and black out, but not before I feel him withdrawing his hand. The last thing I see before I pass out is him standing above me, clutching a shining, round jewel in his fist.

I wake up with a start and hold my side. I don't remember what woke me up or why my heart is pounding against my chest as if it were trying to escape. My breaths come in short, quick pants. My hands are clammy and slick with sweat.

I wipe my hands on my bedsheets and freeze. Looking down at the blankets, I notice that these are not my sheets. They're light pink, just like-

I take in a sharp breath. No. No way.

They're just like the blankets that I used to sleep with. In my old house.

I quickly check my side to find that it's wrapped in bandages. When I poke it tentatively, pain shoots through my body like lightning.

I pull my knees to my chest. This can't be happening.

Naraku stands at the doorway, but I pay him no attention. I have to keep positive. I have to keep a clear mind.

My eyes dart around the room, searching for something that I can utilize to escape. I purposely avoid looking at him. Eventually, he leaves and shuts the door behind him.

I try to sit up, but doing that rips a sharp cry from my throat. Tears pool in my eyes as I clutch my damaged side. I decide to lay back down.

Maybe the agents will come get me. Maybe Inuyasha will save me. Maybe Sango will save me. They had a mission to come here, right? To defeat Naraku. Maybe they're on their way right now.

My stomach rumbles. Maybe they'll bring a taco or two.

We enter the spy headquarters with disappointment etched on our faces. The mission with Naraku had been a complete failure. He wasn't even in the house.

I head off to Kagome's room to tell her about our fail. She could laugh about how we obviously needed her in order not to fail. A boost in ego always cheers people up.

"Kagome?"

I push her door open. All that greets me is an empty room, with the bed is perfectly made and the window closed. Right away, I notice that something isn't right here. Kagome never makes her bed, and she always keeps her window open, except during winter. And right now, it was spring.

I sniff around and pick up mostly Kagome's appealing scent, but I also catch an unfamiliar scent. I know the smell of nearly every person in this building, but never have I ever smelled this kind of scent. It practically radiated evil. The fur on my ears stood up.

I run to my dad's office. Maybe he'll know who the scent belonged to.

I burst into his office. "KAGOME'S NOT IN HER ROOM AND THERE'S THIS REALLY BAD SCENT THERE, DAD, YOU HAVE TO GO CHECK IT OUT," I blurt.

My father stares at me waving my arms around frantically. He sighs and says, "Lead the way, Inuyasha."

We enter her room and right away I feel my father bristle. "What is this?" he breathes.

"What is it?" I interrogate, "Is it bad?"

He holds his head in his hands. "Oh, I'm such a fool," he moans in defeat.

"Why?" I cry, "What's going on?"

"This scent is one I'll never forget. Inuyasha, this scent belongs to Naraku," he tells me.

I stiffen. My hands turn into fists. "Wait, so that means..."

"Naraku was never at the Higurashi's old house. While we were over there, he was here. He took Kagome."

My entire world shatters at that moment. My girlfriend, the person I love he most, was taken. How could I have let this happen? I should have stayed behind and taken care of her.

I turn and almost race out the door and go back to Naraku's house, but my father reaches out and holds me still. "Inuyasha, you have no chance against him alone. We must all go. Wait an hour."

I scowl. "How can I wait an hour when I know that that creep has got Kagome?"

"Just wait," Inutaisho says, "If you go now, then there'll be one less person to attack Naraku later. You'll never kill him on your own. Use logic."

I grumble and mutter, "Fine."

OoooOOOOOooooHhhhhHh will Inuyasha and the gang save Kagome?

Well who knows. This is the last chapter I will ever update on this.

Utilize your imaginations or something. If someone wants to continue this story, then go ahead. I give you full permission. Just tell me so that I can tell all the readers to go read your story.

Thanks for reading anyway.

Have fun with your lives.