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Kagome grumbled angrily as she stuffed her socks into the smallest pocket of her large yellow bag. She would have to stand another week in the feudal era, and another head full of insults thrown her way by a grumpy hanyou. She paused her mauling of her socks, and thought slowly about her calendar.

'Today's Tuesday. The last full moon was exactly fifteen days ago...' She started doing the math in her head. They had a few more days until Inu-yasha's time of the month. She snorted at the thought.

Finishing packing her bag, she heaved it over her shoulder, stomped out her door, and slammed it behind her. There was a resounding crash as something inside fell off a conveniently high bookshelf.

Kagome winced, and dove nearly headfirst for the ancient well house that led her down into the feudal era. She sighed in relief, for now a days, she was always scared that the magical warp wouldn't work. That she wouldn't be transported into the time that would allow her to see her hanyou friend.

No matter how often he saw Kikyou, Kagome would always hold him in her heart as a lover. But he preferred to be called her friend. She let out a heavy sigh as her feet touched down on the soft dirt of the bottom of the well.

Almost immediately, a shrieking cry rang through her ears. She covered them in surprise.

A small fur ball the size of a volleyball hurled itself into her stomach, squealing the whole way.

"Shippo!" She cried in joy, but paused when his teary face met hers. "Shippo?"

"K-Kagome?" He sniffed and gulped miserably. "Is it r-really you?"

Kagome stared. His face was broad and muscular, and now that she took another look, he was the size of Souta.

"Shippo? What...?" She looked up through the top of the well.

"Kagome!! Where have you been?!" He cried, burying his face in her bosom. For the first time in her life, she felt uncomfortable with him.

"I... I was just gone for a week..."She tried to explain. "What's going on? Where's I-"

"Kagome? Is that you?"

Kagome glanced upward, and her mild blush turned tomato. Inu-yasha was no longer the childish-looking boy she had met two years ago. He was a masculine, tall, extremely hot remix of the old Inu-yasha. While other impure thoughts ran through her mind, she didn't notice that he was quickly descending.

"Kagome? Where have you been?" The look on his face was unreadable. To Kagome, it looked remorseful.

"I... Inu..." Her mouth fell open as he gathered her in a tight embrace.

"Oh my god, Kagome. You had me worried sick..."

"...Yash..." She stuttered, shuddering at the pleasure of having him so close. Shippo made himself heard.

"What happened, Kagome?!" He asked her, his blue eyes wide. Inu-yasha hastily let her go, and nodded.

"I... I went away... for a week." She said slowly.

"I thought you didn't look any more mature."

"How long has it been?"

"Fifty years."

Kagome covered her mouth to stifle her gasp. "But that means-"

"Sango and Miroku are both dead."

Kagome hung her head, placing them between her knees.

"I'm so sorry, Kagome..." Inu-yasha said truthfully. It had been equally painful for him when Sango had thrown herself into Miroku's vortex in vain attempts to save him.

Kagome rocked herself a little and tried not to remember what the last things she had said to her dear friends were. Then an idea came to her.

"What about Naraku?" She asked the ground grudgingly. When Inu-yasha didn't respond, she raised her head heavily.

His face was stern, and he looked like he was having an inner battle. "We killed him."

She wedged her face between her knees again, and fought back a sob. That was supposed to be her job. "And... And what about the jewel...?"

"It was completed... And we used it."

Kagome felt a tear slide down her cheek. "That was supposed to be my job too."

Inu-yasha felt a pang in his heart. These past fifty years had been some of the hardest in his life. He had felt heart-broken and enraged when she didn't return when she said she would. Spending long nights in his tree thinking about her with her happy husband Hobo and their beautiful children. Now he saw how blind he had been.

"What did you use... it for?" She asked quietly. Inu-yasha had been dreading this question since he smelled her on this side of time. Or rather, he smelled her virginity.

The footsteps that carried through the air stopped at the side of the well. A woman in her late twenties stuck her head over the lip of the well. The sight shocked her. There was a teary reunion on the ground that could mean her life. Her soul.

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I did my best when starting this. It's gonna be a bit angsty, so everyone get your tissues!

Next chapter 5 reviews. By then I'll have the next one ready anyway, I just want to get this started. WARNING: Rated for mild content and language