Author's Note: I completely (95%) changed this story, just because when I first began, I was only sixteen at the time. Now, new provoking thoughts of story plotlines came along with the age. So for those who read this before, just read it over, again. It's better. I swear.

This applies to this entire story "Under the Moonlit Night--I don't own Inuyasha or anything affiliated with the series or characters OR any songs any characters (which I do not own) sings, mumble, scream, etc..

Under the Moonlit Night

Chapter One

"'I'm adoring you.
It's all good.
You're so beautiful.
I'm black and blue all over.
You're breaking my flow, how could you know what I'm saying about it
When all of my clothes feel like somebody's old throwaways.
I don't like it.'"

--Frou Frou

The young woman sang under her breath as she stares at dark, cold sky filled with dull stars through broken jaded ceiling windows.

Inside an old condemn, red-brick building, on the fifth floor, lived a beautiful young lady. Her name was Kagome Higurashi. Her long, raven hair sprawled out on an old blue blanket she laid on top of. She wore green gloves that had the ends of each finger missing, only to reveal her own soft fingertips as they lay behind her head. A person could never tell Kagome would have a small and delicate frame since she always wore big sweaters and baggy pants. Tonight, it was white sweater and gray sweatpants, along with ripped, dirty white Converse shoes.

She silently sings in her head and admires the lovely moon above her. It was strange to say, at the least, that she found personal comfort just glistening at the moon. She felt connected and compelled every night to watch it light the dark sky along with some of the rare stars that would appear.

You're your own star, aren't ya? She thought silently and closed her eyes in peaceful bliss. What a beautiful scenery.

"Kagome!"

Not anymore.

Bursting through the door-less frame, a young woman ran to Kagome and stopped to stare at the girl lying down on the dirty maple hardwood floor. She looked about the same age—in the early twenties—but was dressed in a jean skirt and a tight white top with go-go boots on. She had short, wavy red hair to match her same colored mini freckles on her nose.

"Kagome? What are you doing? The party's going to start soon," she said, standing next to her.

"Hazel?" Kagome murmured and peeked through her right eye.

"Who else? Now let's go!" Hazel commanded and bent over to pull Kagome's right arm. Kagome didn't budge.

"Ugh! Fine, I'll just have fun without you!" Hazel threw her friend's arm back at her and stomped out of the room. Kagome waited until she heard a door slam and got up from the ground.

While stretching her arms out, she walks over to a small box to the right of the door frame Hazel 'promenaded' out of earlier.

It's going to get chilly tonight. With that thought, she pulled out from the box a faded light gray hoodie and wore it over her white sweater. She fixed herself to sure that she was able to move quickly and easily in her clothes.

Good enough. Kagome strolled out of the depressing room into a small hall, down five flights of screechy steps, making sure she didn't miss some of the holes in the wood. She didn't bother locking the door that led outside.

Kagome inhaled deeply from the starless sky and stared dreamingly at the bright moon. She sighed, turned right, and started to walk along the sidewalk of her neighborhood.

She didn't look at the bums as they drank beer and tried to hit on her; she didn't flinch at the sound of a screaming woman and the sound of gunshots from a not-too-far distance; she wandered pass by the prostitutes as they seduce some men to come with them.

Kagome placed her hands behind her head and stared at the moon, again, aimlessly walking.

I miss mom and dad. I wonder how they're doing up there. I wonder if they're looking down at me and smiling--What am I thinking! Kagome stopped walking and slouched, sliding her hands into her jean pocket and kicked a pretend pebble. Smiling? At what---me? Smiling at the fact that I'm homeless and alone. Kagome continued walking, kicking real pebbles or bottles in her way. Smiling at the fact that I feel lost...why did you guys leave me? I miss you guys so much...if I could just see you two one more time, I would be so--

"Ouch!"

"Watch where the fuck you're going!" Kagome rubbed her forehead in pain. She looked at the idiot and there stood a hanyou with silver hair with white dog ears perched on top of his head. His melted-golden orbs expressed annoyance, but offered his hand to help her up.

"I rather not," Kagome spat out and dusted herself.

The hanyou growled at her and snatch his hand away. He surveyed her as she cleaned herself up. Her scent's different…but she looks like any other homeless person to me, in fact she's just probably—

He halted midway when he saw her put her head up. Her angry and dirty face didn't stop the fact that she was beautiful. Her skin was flawless underneath that entire Earth element. Her deep chocolate eyes held numerous and difficult stories of what she had to go through in her life. But it glistened with accomplishments as well.

Annoyed at him gawking at her and angry from earlier, she snapped, "Watch where you're going will you?"

The hanyou instantly broke from his trance. "You bumped into me!"

"You little—" Kagome discontinued and listened. The sound of screeching tires was coming their way. Kagome looked to her right and saw a similar yet different color condemned building to hers with the words 'Kill all fuckin' Fryx' and 'Shuzikkou.' The car's lights were coming towards them.

The mysterious hanyou and Kagome both heard the same thing, but it was Kagome who reacted quickly.

"Get over here quick!" She demanded

"What—" Kagome didn't wait for his response and pulled him into the small a tight, dark alley between two ruined buildings. He could have easily stood his ground, but when she touched him, there was such a strong electrical warmth that drove through his body, he didn't know how to react, but to be drag by her. And thank kami she did.

The same car Kagome heard came racing like a cheetah on steroids and swiftly halted; tire marks were created on the exact spot where the two stood not even 10 seconds ago. Five guys came out of the car with guns and started shooting the condemn building to the two's left.

There were screams of hell, windows were being shattered, and the police sirens could be heard coming their way.

Kagome and the hanyou hid behind a couple of trash cans and ducked to not be seen or get hit by fallen broken glasses.

The five guys quickly got into their car and drove the opposite direction recklessly, hitting anyone or anything in their way.

"Let's go before the cops get here," Kagome whispered and moved sideways down the alley. It was so tight and filled with trash everywhere; they had to turn their whole body sideways with their head facing right.

"Why? We didn't do anything wrong," He stated as he followed her down the narrow alleyway.

"But we're on the place where it happened; the cops will accuse of us doing it either way!" Kagome said with confidence.

By her tone, the half demon thought she must have been through this before and didn't continue with the conversation. As they took slid down the alley, parallel to the two buildings in front and behind them, the hanyou stared at the back of her head wondering where the hell did he was, while the young woman hoped she makes out of the alleyway and home alive.