DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and places are the sole property of Rumiko Takahashi. Any resemblance to any actual events, locales, organizations, or person, living or dead is entirely coincidental.


A/N: In dedication to Youkai Yume for gifting us with beautiful artwork and a shipping I can't resist, a birthday gift from me to her. Also, since this is technically her story, it's her artwork that is the cover art. Also, I didn't technically ask her permission to use her picture but since I'm not claiming it as my own and I know it's hers, hopefully, I won't get flame or banned. If it's a problem, I draw a cover art myself.

This is the sample she used for art she draw. The second chapter is the actual story. Oneshot.

Enjoy the story~

Comments and Reviews welcome.


They've already said their goodbyes; Kagome's smile is bright as her legs swing over the lip of the well.

He knows how the story will end, has seen it with his own eyes.

And yet, as he takes in the sight of her leaning into the abyss of her future and his past, silhouetted by the blue light of a magic that is calling her to a time and place he cannot reach, Sesshomaru is overwhelmed with a deep sense of longing and desperation.

He hears her gasp in surprise at the sudden fierce hold of his arms encircling her from behind, restraint long forgotten as he buries his nose into the nape of her neck and cascading hair. He hungrily takes in her scent to keep into his memory for the rest of his long, immortal existence.

"Sesshomaru?" She whispers in confusion. This is the first time he has ever really touched her and it fills him with lifelong regrets.

He knows how the story will end, and he is already 500 years too late. Fate has been cruel to him, so he does not feel any guilt in this last, futile attempt to defy it.

"Don't go," he pleads; he has never begged before in his life, but his pride is long forgotten. "I love you. Don't go."