Seven years...what can I say? I'm sorry. Please accepted my apology. I was looking through this story a little while ago and I decided that if I'm going to continue this story I have to edit it first. So each chapter will be edited. Some stuff will be added. Some stuff will be deleted. I wanna say in the past seven years that I grew as a writer but I really don't know. Again I'm sorry.

Demon's Love

Chapter One

The building stood tall, bathing in the sunlight. "Museum of Japanese History" the letters read on a huge block of marble. Today was the senior trip, and the electives had to choose to go somewhere's education to please the school board.

Kagome Higurashi shook her head, moving up the massive marble steps. She was hoping to go to the beach, an amusement park; you know, some place to relax. She didn't expect to go to a museum so she could be bored out of her mind. She couldn't wait to graduate, and then she could go wherever she wanted, and do whatever she wanted. She wanted to experience new things. See new places. She's never been out of Tokyo. There was a whole world out there and she couldn't wait to experience it.

"Come on students. Stay together." One of the chaperones yelled over the teenagers' voices.

"I think Mr. Kuroda tries to hard."

Kagome looked behind her, watching as her best friend Sango came to stand beside her. Sango was the type of girl that you wanted to be friends with. She's sweet, kind, and strong so she could beat up any guy that tried to hit her. With her beautiful face and athletic body it was very often. But still Sango was making for her mister right.

"Yeah," Kagome agreed, "he should know that no one is ever going to listen to him. Poor guy."

"Oh well. So what's first?" Sango asked, steeping into the building. "Samurais? Clothing? The making of katanas?"

Kagome could hear her friend talking, but wasn't comprehending what she was saying. She was in amazement as she looked around the building. There was a board in the middle of the lobby with signs pointing to the different attractions in the museum. Kagome scanned the signs looking for something to jump out in interest.

Piracy in the 1800's.

There! Kagome's eyes widened and a smile came to her lips. Pirates have always interested her. When her friends were all dreaming about Prince Charming coming to save them from the evil villain, Kagome dreamed about a handsome pirate coming to whisk her away to happily ever after.

"Let's go look at the pirate exhibit." Kagome replied, grabbing her friend's arm pulling in the right direction.

Sango laughed allowing herself to pulled along. "You and pirates Kagome. I thought you outgrew that fantasy."

Kagome laughed along with her. Just because she stopped dressing up as a princess waiting to be saved by a pirate didn't mean she stopped daydreaming about it. If Kagome was good at one thing it was having a good imagination.

They walked into the exhibit and Kagome stopped in amazement. The room was covered in glass filled cases with pirate clothing, treasure chests, cannons, pirate flags and so much more. In the middle in the room there was a miniature ship incased. Kagome released Sango and walked towards it. Walking around the case she saw the words "Silver Demon" on the side of the ship.

"That's a replica of the pirate ship that raided the waters around Japan in the 1834."

Kagome jumped back, the voice breaking her out of her trance. She turned her gaze to the museum official that appeared at her side. The man appeared to be in his seventies and by the smile that was on his face he appeared to love his job. His smile was so contagious that Kagome couldn't help smiling back.

"A pirate ship?" Kagome asked, interested.

"Yes. They were a band of pirates that terrorized the sea. They were lend by the ruthless of them all. They called him Demon, for no one knew his real name. The ship was named after him, you know."

"Really? Wow. Sango isn't this…" Her voice trailed off when she realized her best friend wasn't there. Kagome gave a little laugh and shook her head. She knew that Sango wasn't very interested in this. She knew that Sango wanted to see the exhibit on demon slayers that existed in the feudal era. Kagome couldn't blame her.

"Why was the ship named after him?" she asked, turning back to the museum official.

"From what I've been told, Demon's hair was completely silver, which was extremely unusual. There were rumors that Demon made a very powerful priestess angry and she cursed him, turning his hair the color of emotion that was in his heart. Nothing. Completely emotionless."

"Demon…" Kagome whispered, the name rolling off her tongue. How interesting it would have been to have met him. To exactly live in the 1834.

"If you will follow me, I'll show you the Demon's sword." He said, walking forward.

Kagome eagerly followed, and stopped beside the official as they came to case against the wall. Since the stand wasn't covered with glass, she was able to get a good look at the sword. Wow, it is so beautiful, she thought, her eyes following from tip to hilt.

"They call it 'Tenseiga', an odd name indeed, since a pirate owned it." The official told her. "What's even more odd is that Demon never killed with it, but always had it by his side. Some say he did that to always feel protected. However, others believe that he kept it by his side to remember his father. His father made this sword, the last sword he made before he passed away."

"Wow." Kagome replied. He couldn't be completely emotionless if he wanted to keep a sword for sentimental value. There was more to this man than what everyone thought.

"If you'll excuse me for a moment, I have some business to do." The official said, stepping away. "Please feel free to look around."

Kagome nodded, watching him walk away. Given the chance, she looked around the huge room, only to realize that she was the only person there. Shrugging it off she went back to looking at the sword.

Hmm, I wonder if anyone will know if I touch it, she questioned. Swinging her eyes from side to side in a cautious manner, an instinctive thing to do when you're about to do something you're not supposed to. She had an urge to touch it. It was as if the sword was calling to her, wanting her to touch it. She had no control as her hand reached out and grabbed the hilt.

Wow, it feels…perfect. She stepped forward, but that only proved to be a mistake. Her knee banged into the stand, knocking it over, the sword slipping into her hands. She slightly bent forward, underestimating the weight of the weapon.

As the sword left its stand alarms started screeching in the room. Red lights appeared on the walls.

Oh no, oh no, oh no. Kagome kept repeating that same sentence over and over as she looked around. She was going to get in trouble. Probably get arrested because they'll think she was trying to steal the artifact. Only one thing crossed her mind at that time.

RUN!

Still holding the sword in her hands, she ran through a darkened door at the back of the room. Though she couldn't see, she still continued to run, bumping into things here and there. The only thing mattered was not getting caught.

She could hear voices behind her. Oh no! They knew where she was! Run faster Kagome!

But running faster only proved to be a bigger mistake. Her foot ran into something in the pathway, and she fell…hard. She clutched the sword tighter as she swam in the darkness of her mind.

When she finally climbed through the darkness to the world of the living, she realized quickly that she had a pounding head ache. She sat up slowly holding a hand to the side of her head. What happened to her? Where exactly was she? Opening her eyes slowly letting them adjust to the light, she discovered that she was in what seemed to be a bedroom. She was sitting on a bed the sword from the museum on her lap. Question after question entered her mind.

"Woman, why are you in my bed? And why the hell are you holding my sword?"