Star Dragon Chapter 3Disclaimer: Don't own the Dark-hunter series or Inuyasha.Star Dragon Chapter 3 by wereangewomon
A/N: This does take place around the same time as Retribution. Only because I just started reading it. I'm also using Google translate for the Japanese so I'm sorry if it's not correct.
Chapter 3: Trust Issues
Kaname had to admit the sensei knew what he was doing. He was firm, but not overwhelming. She would also admit that he was incredibly handsome. But under no circumstances would she ever trust him. Main reason for this: he didn't have a soul. The last time she met someone who didn't have a soul, she nearly lost hers. It was an experience she never wanted to repeat. The reason she could tell he had no soul was because he didn't glow. Her shikigami allowed her to see the inner light of anything, each aura had its own color and feeling, some colors were extremely similar but still unique. Dragon was completely dark. Also his name, Dragon, how cliché was that?
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Star Dragon Chapter 2Star Dragon Chapter 2 by wereangewomon
Disclaimer: Don't own the Dark-hunter or Inuyasha.
Dragon woke up feeling tense, ever since it became known that the Daimons could walk during the day, things had gone to hell. Thankfully no dark-hunters had been killed yet, but it was only a matter of time unless they figured away around the Daimons new freedom. His midnight black eyes shifted to the right where his clock rested on a nightstand. Five thirty pm. The sun was just starting to set. He had an hour to get dressed and to head out to his dojo. He was very tempted to stay in bed for the rest of the night, however he had a new student in his adult class and he always tried to be there at least for their first class. He had a bad track record of having to run out of his classes due to Daimon attacks, not that his class or his assistants knew that.
Dragon drug himself out of his comfortable bed. He headed for his closet, which contained mostly black clothes, with the occasional white, gray and brown thrown in. He grabbe