Hi everyone. Tanner here. okay, so before anyone asks, this is a prologue, not the first chapter. I'm actually really excited about this story. I wrote the Prologue and the first chapter in one day. So, if anyone wants an update. They'll have to leave a pleasant review. I'm sorry, I know that probably seems a bit rude or mean. But I would really like to know whether or not you guys liked this. And if you don't well how am I supposed to know? Aside from the fact that I automatically assume no one likes my story if I don't get a single review. Anyway, this is possibly going to be a SesshoumaruXOc story, so please be nice.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Inuyasha, nor will I ever, own Inuyasha.

First Person

I was walking down the street late one night. The chill of the air had my nose running. I had recently gotten over a cold. Walking around outside in the middle of winter at night after recovering from being sick, was a terrible idea on my part. My headache was coming back full force, causing me to groan softly.

"Why me?" I grumbled, gripping the side of my head with one hand while the other was occupied by the grocery bag in my grip. I was walking down the street at a slow pace, I was about two blocks away from my house and I was starting to regret not buying a car. Glaring my green eyes forward, I pushed myself to move a little faster. If it means I'll get out of this cold a lot quicker, then I'll do it. Though, I knew I should have been paying closer attention to my surroundings, as the sound of a car horn blaring and tires screeching took me by surprise as I froze and turned my gaze to the speeding red truck heading right for me. My eyes widened as I braced myself for the pain of the impact the vehicle would give me.

I squeezed my eyes shut tightly; I could see the light of the headlights getting brighter as the truck got closer. After what seemed like an eternity, I felt the exploding pain of almost all of my ribs cracking and breaking, and my arm being torn from its socket. I felt myself fly through the air, before the impact of the ground stunned me some more, my skull cracking against the pavement painfully. I could vaguely hear the person getting out of their truck and running to my side. Their voice was muffled as the person talked quickly, and by the sound of their voice, was male. They continued to panic as they asked if I was alright, before I could hear him almost yelling. It went silent for a while, his voice was too muffled to hear what he was saying, and so I assumed he wasn't talking to me.

"Don't worry, help is on its way," I opened my eyes and stared into the deep brown ones of a rather handsome man. His expression was distraught, his face screwed with guilt.

'It's too late,' I thought to myself, feeling my eyes droop close as darkness started to envelop me.

"Don't close your eyes," The man's voice was right next to my ear. I felt his hand on my neck, as though he were searching for a pulse. "Keep them open long enough for the ambulance to get here,"

'At least he stayed,' the thought went through my head as I felt myself smile softly. 'That's more than I can say for most people,'

The sound of muffled sirens drifted around me. I opened my eyes and vaguely noticed that the edges of my world were blurring.

"See, they're almost here, so hold on," the man said, his brown eyes worried as he gazed at me. At that moment, the ambulance pulled up and the paramedics came over rather quickly with a stretcher. They shoved the guy away and I opened my mouth to protest, only to choke on the blood filling my airways. I gagged at the iron taste, pleading with my eyes instead to keep the man close by. I don't want to die without a familiar face.

After I was quickly and not really all that gently, shoved into the back of the ambulance, the man had moved his truck to the side of the road before quickly hopping into the back with me. I would have laughed with relief, if I wasn't currently choking on my own blood.

Keeping my mouth closed, I kept my blurry gaze on the man as one of the paramedics hooked me up to the heart monitor and the IV drip.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he mumbled, holding my hand between his. I gave him a reassuring squeeze to the best of my abilities. Quickly swallowing the blood, I tried my best to speak.

"Not, your fault," My voice sounded wet, and it hurt so much to speak. "Should have paid attention to where I was going," after that sentence, I coughed rather hard. I could feel something wet dripping down the side of my face from the corner of my mouth.

"She's punctured a lung," The paramedic said in urgency, quickly trying to figure out what to do to keep me alive long enough to make it to emergency surgery, her hands moving rapidly around my body. The neck-brace was rather uncomfortable I noticed as my eyes began to drift closed. The beeping from the heart monitor was beginning to slow as my heart was beginning to stop.

"She's flat lining!" The female paramedic panicked as she started trying to get my heart pumping again, but she was only succeeding in pushing the blood from my lungs and out of my throat. I already knew I was going to die.

Grabbing the man's hand, I stared straight into his beautiful brown eyes. "Don't," I wheezed, I could barely keep my eyes open as I gazed at him. "Blame yourself. Live," I had to stop in order to try and take a breath, only to choke on more blood. "Live on, for me," my voice sounded far away, and muffled as the beeping from the heart monitor slowed to a complete stop as my eyes drooped closed, throwing me into darkness.