HEY! Okie, I'm a newbie in fanfic so don't be harsh in criticism, though if you find anything wrong about the story or mistakes or somethin' dun hesitate to tell me. And in case you haven't noticed, I'm xxBrokenNightDollxx. This story was born when I was daydreaming. Anyway, on to the story!

Ooh, first a disclaimer: I do NOT own Inuyasha, or its characters or whatsoever. I only own this story plot, sadly. Now, MARCH!

Chapter 1: Loss

Inuyasha stood to the side, head bowed, fists clenched. All around him, he heard weeping, smelled salt with tears. He knew people around him was wearing black. His fire rat haori stuck out like a sore thumb, he knew, amongst the sombrely dressed people milling around him. Not that he could give a damn about that at this point. She had loved him wearing this haori, as ancient as it was, and he thought it would only be fair that he wore it during this important day. So what it was outdated by a few hundred years? He would jump in front of a train for her. Though now, there was nobody to jump for. He had lost her. The one person that had been his sunlight, his air, his everything.

Kikyo.

Vaguely, he heard people around him quiet down, waiting for something. He couldn't move, couldn't join in. Just as well. He had been alone before anyway. Always on the borderline, never in the crowd. She had been the first one to care about him as a person. As someone who existed. She had helped open doors for him, to lead him into the world. Except that... she was gone now.

He clenched his fists tighter, claws digging into his palms. Vaguely, he heard the tears start anew. Vaguely, he smelled salt and water and… he sniffed the air. Was that smoke and ash he was smelling? He was confused, until the cold truth slapped him across the face: she was being cremated. Soon, she would be ashes. Those quiet, calm eyes, that delicate, beautiful face, all ashes.

All ashes.

His head snapped up, eyes burning with an amber fire. Amber fire that was counteracted with the flames flickering in front of him. The flames seemed to mock him, hiding away, burning away his one true love, while he could do nothing but watch, helpless. He could see it. He could see her, as her body was slowly consumed by the bright fire, until he could not see the profile of the girl he loved anymore.

If he hadn't been in such pain over the sight, if he hadn't known that this was the death of the one girl who had made such an impact in his life, he might have found her death beautiful.

It was over. It was done. Her family carefully, reverently, collected the ashes into a urn and placed it into a freshly dug hole. Then a sound, harsh and cruel, rang in Inuyasha's white doggy ears.

The sound of dirt slapping against ceramic. Thud.

Inuyasha couldn't speak. He wanted to run, yet he wouldn't. He knew that this would be the last time he would ever be with her, painful as it might be, and somewhere, deep down inside him, he knew that Kikyo would want him to stick around to the end. So stick around he did, with him wincing at each shovel of dirt tossed in, with him wanting to rescue her from her ceramic cage and protect her, like he usually would, to sweep her up into his arms. But he didn't move. He stood there, eyes fixed at the burial scene in front of him, lost in the pain of his loss.

People cleared; the scene, so full of sadness just a few minutes ago, became silent; ghostly. Painfully, Inuyasha walked forward. He felt as though his body was made of brittle glass; it could shatter any second. His heart had already collapsed; why not his physical self along with it, the stinging wind mocked.

A hand rested silently on his shoulder. Inuyasha turned around to see Miroku, smiling at him sympathetically. Behind him stood the gang: Sango, Rin, Inuyasha's brother Sesshomaru, Koga, Ayame. They all wore somber expressions (A/N: In short Sesshomaru looks the same lols) and carried heavy hearts. Losing Kikyo had been hard on all of them, but, as depressed as everyone was, they knew Inuyasha had taken the loss the hardest. "Do… you need some time alone?" Miroku asked hesitatingly. Mutely, Inuyasha nodded. The others nodded in understanding, and sighing, they left him there.

Inuyasha waited—the time seeming to stretch out into an eternity—for them to move to a distance where even the demons in the gang couldn't hear him. When he was certain they were safely away, the careful façade he had held up to mask his pain crumbled; he shattered.

Inuyasha fell to his knees in front of her grave, and an agonised howl tore from his throat. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, as if the heavens themselves were grieving with him. Clutching the tombstone, he let the tears he had suppressed for so long flow, to allow him to express the pain of losing his beloved. Rain poured, slicking his silver hair and beating down upon his grieving self. When his tears ran out, when he could cry no more, he curled up in front of her grave, allowing himself to grieve.

The time that passed when he was in front of her grave seemed to last an eternity to Inuyasha. It could have been seconds, minutes, hours, he'd never know. All he could comprehend was that Kikyo, his one love, was lost in a place that he could not reach.

Slowly, painfully, Inuyasha got up from his position in front of Kikyo's grave. His haori was stained with dirt, slick with rain. Leaves and twigs were stuck in his hair, and on his face he could feel the dried tracks of his tears. But for once, he couldn't care what he looked like. If letting people in, only to lose them much too soon, was this painful, then he might as well don't let people in at all…

Inuyasha's eyes hardened as he came to this decision. In an instant, his heart, once warm and beating with the existence of his dear, dear Kikyo, was colder, more distant, frozen by the sorrow and pain of her stolen existence.

The rain lightened.

Inuyasha walked away. He wasn't going to soften his heart to anyone now. Other than his gang, he would distance himself from everybody, let nobody new in. It would be too painful if he lost it again—the sun that had been the center of his world. He will never let in another prospective "sun". And for now, he would keep away from the things that would remind him of Kikyo. The haori he was wearing will go into a dark corner of his wardrobe, never to be worn or looked at again. He will never visit her grave. Every significant thing in his life that reminded him Kikyo Kikyo Kikyo would be locked away.

Inuyasha cast a final glance at Kikyo's final resting place, his heart softening for just this tender moment, and whispered softly,

" Rest in peace, my love."

Two Months Later

Kagome's plane touched down. Breathing a sigh of relief, Kagome shot out of her seat the moment the captain announced it was safe to stand. Dragging her pink luggage out of the airport and into the wintry air, she gasped at the stinging cold.

Hailing a taxi, she gave the beefy man the directions to her new flat and as the yellow cab sped along the road, the scenery outside a blur to her, Kagome couldn't help but sigh.

She had given up everything. Everything she had in her life in America, to come back here, Japan, where she was born. Where her parents had died. Where she had been whisked away for adoption and never saw her kin ever again. Last time she heard, Souta had been moved to somewhere in Australia. As for her twin sister, Kikyo…

"Little lady." The man's gruff voice shook her out of her reverie. Kagome smiled at him. "Yes?" She questioned. "We're here." The man nodded gruffly to the dingy building outside.

Kagome stared at it for a moment. Then, with a sigh, she thanked the driver, paid him and heaved her trolley luggage out of his trunk. As he drove away, Kagome felt like wanted nothing but to be back at America again, in that beautiful peach blossomed house where she used to live, chatting with her foster parents, Mr and Mrs Chesters. They were old enough to be her grandparents, but they had loved her like their own child and Kagome loved them too. They were very understanding when Kagome explained of her leave, and many tears were shed on the day of her departure. She hated to leave them, but now that she knew where her sister Kikyo was, and learned about where she was now, she wasn't going to lose her again.

Even though… even though she was already gone.

When Kagome was done packing what little she had brought into her poky little flat, Kagome left. She needed to go visit her. Her sister. That was the reason why she had chose to leave, wasn't it? Why she had bought this little flat though she could live in something so much more - it was in walking distance to where her sister now rested. It was all for her.

Staring up at the unfamiliar wrought-iron gates, she stepped in cautiously, and looked around. Marble tombs stood around, where people laid in an everlasting slumber, their body burned to ashes. Like Sleeping Beauty in the fairytales.

Only, they can't be woken with a true love's kiss.

Kagome searched around for a particular tombstone, and she soon found it, next to a sakura tree. The branches were bare, for it was winter, but Kagome couldn't care. She dropped to her knees in front of the marble, and gazed tenderly at the picture of Kikyo enshrined in the marble. Those brown eyes, so similar to her own. That delicate, pale face that she had once envied, despite them being twins. That very same face that held comfort, reassurance, and quiet sadness when they had been torn apart as children, yet at that same time held a promise that they would be together again. The three of them. Together. But that can't come true now, can it? Kagome sighed lightly.

Layinh her forehead tenderly against the cool grey-white marble, Kagome whispered, " you've always wanted to become a singer, haven't you, sister? Well, I'll fulfill that dream with and for you." Smiling softly, she parted her lips and start singing.

We were separated

By the cruel hands of fate

Torn, pulled, ripped apart

Until it was too late

Now you are gone, somewhere else

But at least you're happy right?

I hope you are happy wherever you are

And you'll watch me in the sky

But don't forget me

As I'll never forget you

And I believe we will meet again

Somewhere, whether old or new

Yes, in a place where dreams do come true

We shall meet, alright?

And we will be together again

Underneath the sky

Kagome finished the short excerpt of the slow, hopeful song and smiled sadly. She brushed the tombstone lightly with the tips of her fingers. "When you sleep, sister, at least have good dreams, okay? I'll come visit again real soon." Kagome got up to go with these words.

As Kagome walked out of the cemetery (A/N: Yes that was where she was and if you hadn't realised, you're a moron no offense XD), she cast one last glance back towards Kikyo. She had wanted to stay longer, but she had a big day ahead of her. She was going to help her dear, departed sister achieve her dream of being a singer in her place, and this plan would commence tomorrow when she goes to the most well-known art school in Japan:

Shikon School of the Arts.

Whew! First chappie finally done! It took so long to write… And my friend who glanced at my story was shocked at its length. Heh heh… Please tell me what you think. Oh, and ArcticPuppet? I changed the song just as you asked, but since i still wanted singing, I wrote my own song to put in. That will be the situation for all my stories. Is that ok?

Flames are accepted but not too harsh will ya? I'm soooo gonna develop the relationship of Inu and Kags. And yeah, the plot ain't too original but just shut up and r & r, will ya? -.-

No offence.