Cross the line by SSI-Invasion

Prologue

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It was so hard to be a miko in a world filled with demons. People usually didn't see you, or if they did ask for you they were so ungrateful afterwards that you just didn't felt appreciated at all. But It was worst to be a miko in a futuristic world where demons were your friends, classmates, co-workers, husbands, sons.

She hated the idea of being a priestess and a powerful one at that. She despised her powers because there were times when, even though she tried to control them, they were always shocked to find out what she really was, though her smell should have told them about her powers from way before. What was worst, her family, though they didn't really need to do it, was called to exorcise houses that were possessed by lower class demons that were way too stupid to survive in this world. And so happened that, every time she was with someone that interested her, she was called for something like this, and, after that, that person would come up with some lame excuse not too see her.

"Maybe they're just intimidated by a domineering woman, such as yourself, Kagome! You shouldn't feel bad about this! They are the ones loosing here, not to mention the fact that maybe they feel threatened by the fact that you are both a successful and a powerful woman, even though you are a human!" her best friend chirped in a as-a-mater-of-fact tone, stopping her rampant mind from going wild.

"I don't care about that, Sango-chan!" the beautiful young girl wailed, exasperated.

"Then?" her long time friend continued, as her mouth encircled the straw of her cool drink, watching the couples pass by the store they were in.

Looking back at her own glass, Kagome Higurashi, age twenty three, CEO of her family's business, beautiful and talented, analyzed all the things she had seen and heard about this kind of problem. She didn't really knew from where to start so she just prolonged the silence, her eyes stuck to the small and perfect droplets of water that shone vibrantly in the summer sun. It was so easy for Sango to talk. She didn't have this kind of problems, like being dumped after only two dates by someone. She was happily single and, if she really wanted someone, her beauty was enough to draw anyone in.

'Well, it's not like I'm not beautiful or something like that... They just seem to avoid my powers, though tit comes with the full package.' she sighted inwardly, looking back to her brunette friend, who, bored to tears, was analyzing a couple of good looking guys from the table across from theirs.

"Well, I'm getting frustrated by this. I want to have someone to hold and kiss and do other stuff with, but they get scared and just run away without listening to anything.. It's like I've been jinxed!" she exclaimed, dropping her head on her palms, hiding her face from the world.

She only heard a giggle as a response, though she knew that Sango had heard her but just choose to ignore her. It was getting even more frustrating as time passed by. Why couldn't she nail someone good and powerful so he wouldn't be intimidated by her powers, maybe even help her tame them. It was getting the best of her, this situation with the opposite sex. Watching Sango flirt with those men didn't help at all.

Mumbling something about being sick of everything, Kagome snatched her purse, fished out her wallet, took out a couple of yen for her meal and drink, threw it back into the monstrosity she called a bag and then stood up, startling a very engrossed Sango from her mindless chatting. Motioning for her secretary to fallow her, Kagome all but stormed out of the joint, without looking around her, her mind all frizzled up with things that would drive anyone nuts. What did she lack, besides the obvious control of her powers and emotions? She was pretty tall, though, looking at the men around her, she was almost the size of a child. She had blue eyes that could drown anyone in their deeps, long black eyelashes, black as night hair, plump lips and rosy cheeks. And, as for her forms, her curves where quite evident: round, firm butt, round, full breasts, quite large if she could say so herself, slim waist, all muscle and fiber, no baby fat no nothing. She was gorgeous if she just listened to all the sweet talk all the men had told her over the years.

But, will all this, she still hadn't been laid. Ever.

"Why are you so mad, all of a sudden?" Sango breathed out, as she caught up with her, her brown eyes filled with sorry and determination to find out the source of her distress.

"I was talking to you about my personal problems, as my world collapses around me because of no sexual satisfaction, and you flirt with some human boys like there was no other problem to discuss!" spat Kagome, her vibrant cerulean eyes throwing glares at her puzzled friend.

"I... I was trying to get you a date for tonight... And why on earth are you so against human men anyways? You always complain about the ones you dated in the past, plus, you search for demons! You are a miko for God's sake!" the feisty woman all but screamed back, turning her attention fully to her friend who just scuffled, pouting.

If she wasn't so childish sometimes, Sango would have gotten mad at her long ago. But she knew that her Kagome wasn't making this problems up, and they must have been pretty serious for her to look so angry. Sighting, Sango combed a hand through her hair, puffing air through her lips in order to make her bangs lift off her forehead. She really didn't know how to help her sister. She really didn't know though she did try to understand it.

"I find them boring. I don't want a human when I have this kind of powers, though I did date a few when I was in high school and college. I want someone that is just as strong or even stronger than I am in order for him to tame my powers! They have gotten their own personality over the years... I'm starting to get tired for not using them..." she said in one breath, pursing her lips.

"Well, I have to agree with you on that one: the only one I remember out of them is Hojo, but he was plain boring though sweet. After that you dated InuYasha and after you found out that he was cheating on you with your cousin, you nearly killed his sorry ass. You still have Kouga, that wolf prince as he calls himself... Bankotsu? And who else... Oh, that strange bastard Naraku that keeps sending signals to you when he had the chance..." started Sango to count, her eyes fixed on the sky, her fingers moving in a spider like movement, as her face contorted with disgust at the memory of said hanyo.

Cringing herself at the reminiscent attempts of the spider demon to get her, Kagome shook her head, her stomach doing back flips. Sure, he did look good and was quite the sight, but he was so disgusting and creepy and evil –never forget the fact that he was evil- that she didn't even consider him. Inuyasha had been the only man to move her heart and for whom she had shown the most restless selflessness and devotion just to please him. But the bastard had been just using her, always running to Kikyo when he needed some. When she had broken up with him he had accused her, in front of her whole office of being a frigid woman with no sex appeal. He had told her in his loud voice that she had been so lucky to have a man like him for so long, but he will never say with a bitchy virgin ever again.

Crude and insensitive the bastard had been, but, after he had said those hurtful things, she had been so mad with him that she just flared up her powers and just zapped him with all the fury she could muster. After that, she never heard anything for him. In meetings that she had with his company, the Tashio Group, he never once opened his mouth or locked eyes with her.

'Serves you right, you cheating asshole!' she raged inside, her mind going off it's tracks again.

"Kouga is out of the question! I will never steal him from Ayame, plus, he isn't pursuing my tail anymore. And never ever mention Naraku's name, not even as a joke!" she murmured, sticking out her tongue as her sister in soul giggled at the sight.

Sighting, looking at the sky as she approached her building, Kagome tried to forget everything about her personal problems with men, saying to herself that she was better off without a boyfriend. As she walked, determined, into the building, her office awaiting her on the top floor, she put on her perfect smiling mask, forgetting about everything.

'Though you know that you miss the pair of warm and strong arms that encircle your waist, the sweet smelling mouth that would kiss your neck, the rough words that he would tell you, the way he would grind in you, the way his kiss tasted...You miss everything, but you...' Kagome squished the stupid voice, killing it before it gained more speed in its speech.

'Who cares about the golden eyed jerk? He did me more harm than brought me happiness!' she concluded, her eyes dropping to the floor in order to hide the storm behind her gaze.

Grinding her teeth, hard, the dark haired miko vowed to never get serious with someone unless she was sure about his feelings. She even considered dating girl, but the thought just made her laugh. It was absurd what a human, sex deprived mind could conjure when it wanted a fantasy.

"Kagome, you have a meeting at two o'clock! With the Tashio Group again. Please, this time, keep your temper!" mused the energetic secretary that became professional all of a sudden.

Nodding in her direction, the young CEO marched into her office, straight to the pile of documents she had to finish before the clock struck two. This morning announced itself to be busy and frustrating. And this nuisance of a meeting was just the cheery on top.

Sighting to herself once again, Kagome threw her purse on the large couch and walked straight to her desk, flopping down on her chair, not carrying about anything. Looking at the menacing stack of papers, she glared back at them, pulled out a pen and started reading them, one by one, putting her signature on those that she liked. As she scribbled something on a piece of paper, the priestess started her computer, humming a tune. She was finally free of any thoughts, but her traitorous mind had other plans.

'Have you though about the possibility that you may be at fault when it comes to your relationships? Maybe you are too pushy, too dominant, too...' the same evil voice chirped in when she tried to rest her mind after an hour of working nonstop.

She squished it this time around too, but the harm had been made. Now she was feeling guilty about something that she knew that was only partially true. What should she do? Groaning as if she was in pain, Kagome bumped her head on the tall office chair, closing her eyes.

When will all this stop tormenting her? Now she wanted a boy friend just so she could hear someone tell her that she wasn't like that. But no one will come close to her, human or demon alike, not when her reiki fought so hard against her nerves. She had undergone so much training along the years, but it was as if nothing could tame her powers.

"You, my child, must find someone, man or woman that could take even the smallest bit of your powers into his or her body in order to free you from the burden you carry. Or you may suffer greatly. Your powers may overpower you and take your life when you will be weakened spiritually. Be careful, Kagome!" the wise voice of her last teacher, an old lady, the last true miko other than herself, vibrated from her memories back to the present, haunting her.

"So be it! I don't care anymore! If these damn powers want to consume me, then they should do just that!" she exhaled, biting her bottom lips till the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.

This was a bit messed up. She wanted to live further, but if this wasn't possible, then she will not push on further. She hated the idea of searching endlessly for someone, so she just left all of it to destiny. What was worst was that her friends and family knew nothing about this, and she wasn't about to tell them. If she will die there was nothing she could do about it. But it still sucked to know that she will die young.

'I don't want to die a virgin...' she cried in her own mind, bumping her forehead on the table. Now this was a problem she had to resolve. One way or another.