The remedy

Prologue

It was the first time Kagome had stepped forward, coming to terms with something that was way beyond her own grasp. For the nineteen years of her life, she had never felt a detour in life as big as this one. Her feet didn't feel like her own, and her skin was foreign to even her, and the people, although it didn't show, had the same hope for salvation down to the marrow of their bones. This was life, and this was fate, and here she was, a fresh young face in a room where everybody had the same ordeal with dire consequences.

Cancer. It was life-taking, it was silent, and it existed all the same. It promoted death to those, and some lucky enough, rose above it. Above ashen salvation and dashed hopes, like phoenixes that rose from fires.

Molten fire, with flames that flickered and spurned, a furnace far bigger than its carrier. Fire is what she saw in his eyes, yellow like amber and molten. An ounce of recognition is his eyes, a spark, from behind his hair. And his hair, Kagome couldn't help but notice, was white, snowy, a stark sheen in a sea of dark.

She clutched the pamphlet awkwardly, and took a seat, the murmur of those around her falling into a serene hush. A shiver crawled up her spine, she could feel him, his stare, and she couldn't help but wonder. Was this what it was like? To carry a burden so heavy, that it was shared, even from a stranger?

A sharp distinct screech sounded from the front, and the small muffle of the microphone being adjusted caught her attention. And as the speaker had started, a sense of anticipation rose in her chest.

Was this what she needed?

Inuyasha felt as though he was in a daze, his thoughts spinning on one being. Was it her? His thoughts suddenly turned to dismissal, it couldn't have been. That woman wouldn't of dared to step foot in an establishment like this, not now, not ever. But there was something about the newcomer that Inuyasha couldn't place, it posed a certain longing. It was the way she looked at him, her face, so new, yet it struck a sense of familiarity. Her eyes, how it lead him, falling, and falling, and falling, like an ocean, a wave crashing, and pulling back, a crescendo of confusion.

It pulled him in a way, that he longed to know.

He needed to.

A/N: Just a short introduction sort of thing. Send me some feedback mmkays? I apologize for some grammatical errors and typos. 3

-- Robbie.