OOC Comments: This is a crossover between Inuyasha and the various Fate franchises (Naruverse). They do not belong to me. All rights to perspective owners. Some dates in Inuyasha are assumed to have occurred a bit earlier to better compliment the Fate series and other dates are simply presumed since I couldn't find references. There will be a chance of a rating raise to Mature depending on later content but for now will be Teen to start.

Story: Divine Intervention

Chapter One: Once Upon A Dream

"I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam, and I know it's true that visions are seldom all they seem…"

-Once Upon A Dream, Lyrics Walt Disney Music Company

Kagome Higurashi – The Fifth Holy Grail War – September 1st Early Morning

The sheer brilliance was overpowering…

The radiant glamour infused at the core of a heroic spirit, a magnetic grandeur that made gentle of the world's grievances, that inspired awesome recognition of the godlike creature that stood before me. I didn't need a name to know there was something celestial before me…

The glimmering champion embodied the dignity one would expect from a hero of ages but there was something deeper; an innate unarguable majesty that captured my breath and held hostage my resolve. My mouth hung speechless at the gravity of this summoning…my knees threatened to give way, to offer genuflection to the glorious creature that had appeared.

"Spirit…"

The word came out more as a prayer, reverent disbelief infused my tone. I recognized I was gaping foolishly but I couldn't bring my mouth to close. I could still feel the moisture on my face from my tears but the water had stopped flowing. I realized after a blink that my perspective had changed, that I was looking up at this creature - my legs had given out.

"You show the proper respect though you lack grace, I can't expect much from a mongrel." His deep voice held an indisputable tone of command and yet there was an edge of displeasure that raised quiet alarms. At first, I couldn't answer, my mouth fluttering like some marionette being pulled by a mute ventriloquist. How had I stumbled into this mess?

August 31stm, Afternoon –

"Well, I think you should go out with Hojo again." Eri commented. She was trying to helpful. Her, Ayumi, and Yuka always meant well but I shook my head at them all the same. We'd met for lunch despite going to different colleges now we stayed in touch by going out on the occasions I was able to travel home. I said my goodbyes, insisting I had to head out on the bullet train back to Fuyuki City before it got too late. I slipped onto my ride ignoring Eri's whispered encouragement. I had to get back to my apartment and finish a few chores before class on Monday. Sure I had Sunday as well but after travelling all day I needed to still get some things done. I'd already said my goodbyes to my family that morning.

I sighed as I thought about their encouragement. Date Hojo again? No, I couldn't mislead him in that way, though he still never kept a girlfriend long last I'd heard. My friends never fully understood why I'd rejected him after my 'bad boy' Inuyasha had failed to work out. Not that I could tell them the truth exactly, it was better they thought me heartbroken over some lost lover than know what I'd done through most of middle school chasing after the Jewel of Four Souls. As it was, we had less and less to talk about when we did meet, we were all drifting apart and I ached all the more for the old days, for my friends beyond a portal that was closed to me.

My family would sometimes talk to me about it, but even they had lost much of their interest with their lives taken by modern needs and their own interests. I sighed and looked out at the scenery breezing by outside the train. The reason for my visit hadn't been a good one, grandfather had been sick for a while so we all knew it was coming but it still hurt to lose him. He'd probably been the most willing to listen to me talk about my adventures until his mind started to go and he couldn't remember me or any of us. I'd been home for the funeral but now I was back off to college.

Flying across the landscape toward more loneliness…

I paused one of the workers passing through with a cart to purchase a can of iced coffee and a sandwich. Mother reminded me often to eat and keep up my strength. If it were up to her my recovery would have come through gaining seventy pounds. Still, there was nothing she or her food could do to help my ailment. So, I ate and rode alone, it was better she didn't know I hadn't really made new friends. I had assured her otherwise, but only because I didn't want her to worry about me.

The trip passed in solumn quiet until I got to my stop and then jumped several other trains and busses to get to my small apartment. It was a tiny home I rented, but it may as well have been an apartment considering it was much smaller than the house I grew up in. It served my purpose though, and had everything I needed to get by. I was walking up to the door when I realized several boxes had been left outside with a note stuck to them.

"Ms. Higurashi,

These are for you, left by your father and grandfather."

It wasn't signed and I considered the half dozen boxes curiously before digging out my keys and propping the door open to carry them inside. I didn't really have a lot of space but I was curious. Grandfather had arranged for me to get something of father's after his death? It was the only logical explanation. I opened them after getting them inside and turning on the air conditioner. It was pricy but this area of Japan at the start of September was much too hot and humid to just open windows.

Books. There were lots of books inside. I frowned a little as I looked at them. They were full of strange symbols and descriptions. "Magus, Mana Circuits, Mages, Grail…what is all this?"

I realized one of the first books I picked out had an inscription on the inside.

"Kagome. I'm sorry I didn't tell you more about this when I was alive."

They were from grandfather…

"I didn't want to burden you with more than you already had. Still, I think you have a right to know. Your mother never knew, bless her, she was just a human. You though, you are a Magus Kagome, it's where your priestess abilities come from, it's why you could be born as a reincarnation. You are descended from divine blood of gods. Your father talks more about it in his journals, which are in these boxes. I wish I could have explained more but the power wasn't active in me, just as it isn't in Sota, only occasionally does it present itself in the family line. I hope this helps you find what you want, I know you were never happy here at home, in this time. -Grandpa"

I read the note several times. Was he serious? I was some sort of wizard then? What was a Magus? Were they like priestesses? Could they heal and create divine arrows like I could? I was descended from a god? I dug through the boxes to find the journal Grandpa talked about, any chores I needed to finish forgotten in face of this new and unexpected revelation. He thought something in here could take me back to the Feudal Era?

September 1st Early Morning –

"I…I am Kagome." I managed to finally speak the words shakily. "Kagome Higurashi."

"Timid, for one that would call me." He remarked, it wasn't a question. He was staring down at me just as I continued to watch him unable to fully believe this was real. Those crimson depths seemed to smother my will, to impose on my spirit the need to listen to this ageless ruler.

I'd managed to call forth a creature of another world, another time, to aid me…and yet I was lost in the intensity of energy I could see within him. The jewel of four souls seemed a trifle next to this blinding potency…

He moved closer, stepping past the circle I'd instinctively skittered back from when the spell started to work. I hadn't meant for it too, not really. It just was a circle in a book, a girl playing around with a dream that she knew wasn't real. He stepped past the edge without a moment of pause and somehow that movement, that small gesture of ignoring a boundary that I'd subconsciously built as a wall set my heart racing. Was stuff not bound by the circle? Wasn't that the point in a bunch of shows?

My eyes widened and a slow smirk crossed his lips before he leaned down where I still knelt. The armor around him vanished, curling into shimmering dust to be replaced with a simpler black and white jacket, shirt, and pants. If it wasn't for those otherworldly eyes, for the force I could see within him…he could have been just some pretty face on the street.

"You are an inexperienced magus." He again was stating a fact, not asking me to comply. He was close enough to my face now that I could very clearly make out his, the lines of his cheeks and nose, the clean curve of his eyebrows. I didn't know what to say to him. What did one say when they summoned such a creature?

So, hey, so wanna go find a grail? I doubted that would go over well. I had not thought this through, I barely knew what it meant when I was looking through father's journal…only that having a grail meant a wish. I'd thought I could recreate that sort of a circle, I didn't think anything would actually show up. In his book these sorts of wars were heavily controlled…they were rare. It shouldn't have worked…

"What did you use for a catalyst?" He asked, glancing behind himself at the circle, where steam still rose from the power of the spell.

"A catalyst?" I echoed stupidly, holding my hand where it still burned from the magic. I had barely discovered this part of myself, it hadn't been a full day since I found father's journal. I knew that the winner got a wish…and that different participants summoned Spiritual Servants to fight each other but little else. I just wanted to return to the feudal era and got nostalgic so I drew some lines in chalk in the back lot. Yet, in my notably brief understanding this wasn't what I expected. The journal had described me, the summoner, as the Master. Yet, as I watched the fate I'd created I knew I was far from that, I felt it unwise to even imply that I could be over this creature.

"Yes, you have to have some connection to the spirit to call it to you." He replied, frowning at me, as though having to explain this was troublesome. "What did you use? Did you get ahold of that snake skin again?"

"I…I didn't use anything." I stammered, trying to calm myself. I was supposed to be the one in charge here, and while I felt this had swiftly spiraled beyond that possibility I had to try and salvage what I could. "I just…followed the ritual the way it read in the book."

"Where is this book?" He sounded skeptical, his question only after he'd let out a bark of laughter at my comment. "I look forward to the expression on Kotomine's face…"

Who was Kotomine? Another Magus like me?

I nodded toward my father's journal on the back yard table and was glad his attention wasn't on me for the moment. I could retake my feet without him watching, even if I still felt shaky and leaned on a nearby wall. Was my exhaustion expending too much power to summon him or just the oppressive nature of his presence? I expected a combination of both.

"Hmm, so someone in your family was capable of using magic…humans, always delving into things they can't understand." He stated, the way he uttered 'humans' was as though he distasted even letting the syllables roll from his tongue. "Then, I wonder, in what way are we tied little mongrel?"

Mongrel?

"I uh…I don't know." I said, frowning at myself for having not thought that playing with magic might be a bad idea. I had some creature and I didn't even know who he was, or what I was really doing…

"Um, what's your name?" I tried.

"You do seem vaguely familiar…" He remarked, his fingers touching my chin, turning my face back and forth so he could inspect it. I swallowed at the contact and could feel myself getting warm. Was he always so direct? "…I can appreciate your quiet, though your ignorance is less forgivable I'll allow it this time. You fail to recognize the King of Heroes: Gilgamesh."

"Gilgamesh…" I repeated quietly, still bashful at his close inspection. The name rattled around in my mind, Mesopotamian and Babylonian myths? I didn't remember much about it, it'd been a while since I'd taken my mythology class in high school and that area hadn't been a focus in the first place.

"You called me but have no real idea about the grail war, do you?" It still felt like a hypothetical question with the confidence about his tone but I nodded all the same. "You would have me teach you after interrupting my plans?"

"I uh…I'm sorry…" I frowned at the pretentious tone of voice, but I suppose just calling him here could have been rude. I wasn't usually this reserved but shock had set in. I'd gone so long without my companions in the feudal era and the well that I'd started to wonder if it was all a dream. I'd only recently dipped my toe into the supernatural world again…yet now I'd been pushed in over my head and I was certain if I couldn't tread carefully I would drown.

"I do enjoy a humble woman…" He remarked, though he hadn't stopped intently watching me. Which was adding to my bashfulness, I knew my cheeks were burning. No man had been so close to me since Inuyasha, if anyone else would have tried I likely would have slapped them but I had a survival instinct that kept me from acting on that urge. "…you thus far lack the vulgar behavior of so many of your kind so I'll generously fill in blanks. What do you already know?"

Gee, thanks?

"Um, that there's a war between spirits and that the winner gets a wish on the holy grail?" I summarized what I'd read. "I really didn't mean to disturb you…I just…thought I'd try it…I didn't think it would work to be honest."

I intended to be strong-willed, to show some sense of pride but my voice broke as I thought about the feudal era, about how much safer I'd feel if I had Inuyasha here with me as I spoke with this man that wasn't a man. His intense pride reminded me of Sesshomaru…albeit there was something more sinister here, an observation that had me on my best behavior since he seemed to like me while I demurred to his ego…

"What is it you desire?" He asked, though his tone was mild curiosity. He'd finally released my face to look around the shrine where I'd called him. I could tell he was far from impressed with our humble home and the small lands my family safeguarded.

"I…want to go back." I started, hesitating a moment before launching into the explanation. After all, if anyone was going to believe me it would be a spirit summoned across time and space with magic. "I used to travel to the Feudal Era. There's a portal on my family's shrine that goes to the past. It closed a few years ago and I want to open it again."

"Oh?" He perked a brow at my unexpected explanation, apparently my history could surprise even spirits. "This seems an unlikely place for such a portal."

"It's not here, it's at my family's shrine, in Tokyo…" I answered nervously, swallowing at the dissatisfaction on his face as he looked around my small yard and at my home. "Sorry if it's a little ramshackle but it's mine…would you uh, like to come in? Can I get you a drink? Coffee, tea, uh water?"

He followed me into my home, not speaking on my offer of something to drink, instead setting down my father's journal next to the other boxes before drawing out another of the volumes to open. "You only learned to do magic and you summoned me? You seem a bit too virtuous for a grail war mongrel."

"Kagome…" I hadn't meant to correct him, but I'd always had a problem with people not calling me by name. I pressed on. "What do you mean?"

The sideways glance he sent me from his looking over the books grandpa had sent told me he had noticed my momentary show of temper. He looked amused, as though my commenting on my name was cute. The way someone might smirk at a puppy that pulled at their pant leg…

"The grail war is not what the mages advertise, though these journals are fairly old concepts." Gilgamesh commented, setting down the book he'd been browsing to pick up another. "The grail is not the rumored treasure of your single fictitious god. It is something crafted by mages and as imperfect and selfish as most mongrel attempts to reach the divine. Anything granted by the grail will be corrupted just as the magic that crafted it."

I should have thought of that. How long did I chase the Jewel with my friends and see what people wanting to make wishes did? How it had also been corrupted? Why should I think that a similar item in another religion would be any different?

"The war requires the sacrifice of the mana created by seven of the servant's summoned to make a wish." Gilgamesh continued, still browsing the book he'd picked up. "Traditionally it is not explained to servant's that they are to be one of the pieces sacrificed, they are lead to believe they also get a wish when they complete the task."

"That's horrible…" I muttered, frowning at what he was describing. I didn't know much but it didn't sound very nice. "That's not what I wanted to do."

"If I expected so, you wouldn't be breathing." He remarked calmly on my death, switching back from the books to my father's journal. "Hmm, you failed to mention this…you're of divine blood?"

"Uh, that's what I'm told." I had only learned it myself so I hadn't really thought about it. "I didn't really know until recently."

"You have holy blood…the resemblance is feint but it's there. Why you are familiar…why you could summon me." His tone altered, the ironic amusement had drained of even sarcastic warmth and his hands were crushing the sides of the page he had ahold of. He turned toward me as shimmering pools of light rippled into existence around him, the points of blades coming forward through the mystical gates. There had to be a dozen or more, floating midair here and there but all were pointed at me! What was he doing!?

End Chapter

Angry Gil is angry! Poor Kagome. Always getting herself into things she shouldn't. I should probably stop passing her around to all my fandoms one of these days…

-Aura

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P.S. The quote is relevant but not until a bit later in the plot sadly. It does give a hint as to what Gilgamesh is pissed about : ) (albeit ironically)