A.N. Hey guys! I'm writing another story! Yay me! . I just suddenly felt like making a story with the hanyou and demon content and such. .

This has a lot of adjustments. Kagome's father is alive and well, and there is a whole other way to get into InuYasha's world. Kikyo lives in Kagome's time, which causes a huge twist...xD You'll see!

Chapter One

The Mysterious Flower

"Kagome, will you be a dear and go pick out a few flowers?" Mrs. Higurashi gave Kagome pleading eyes. Sighing, Kagome pushed the chair back and got up. "Of course, Mother," she smiled at her mother and walked out of the door, opening it with her foot. Humming a tune she had randomly thought up, she entered the garden, finding herself surrounded by blooming flowers, new and fresh. Kagome smiled contently, sighing with pleasure.

It had taken many months to make this garden as perfect as it was, and it certainly looked the part. Kagome began to walk around her little room of nature, clasping her hands behind her back and inspecting each bud. Her sharp eye looked for a unique and beautiful flower.

"What's this?" Kagome bent down, unclasping her hands in the process. She picked up a flower she had never seen before. It was unique, certainly. There was no other flower that even resembled this particular flower. Although it looked like a rose, it obviously wasn't. The stem was a rich green, thick and strong, without the tiniest thorn. Each petal was soft to the slightest touch. The petals were red, white, and gold. Kagome drank in the beauty of this flower, and took a sniff. No aroma. Kagome shrugged, expecting a pleasant smell.

"Kagome, do you have the flowers yet?" her mother's voice filled her ears. "Not yet, Mother!" Kagome shouted. "Come back soon, Kagome! Dinner is almost ready!" Kagome tucked the flower into the pocket of her jeans. She was keeping this one.

She eventually settled on many roses, red, pink, and white, inspired by that rare flower. She smiled and added a bright yellow daisy. There. Perfect. Arranging them in a strange but beautiful pattern, she stepped into the house.

"Dear, eat your dinner," Mrs. Higurashi smiled, already sitting. "Yes, do eat, Kagome," Mr. Higurashi grinned at his favorite daughter, opening his mouth to reveal a clutter of food. "Hasn't anyone taught you not to talk when your mouth is full?" Mrs. Higurashi tried to sound exasperated and annoyed, but the teasing sparkle in her delicious brown eyes gave herself away. "Kagome doesn't mind, does she?" the loving father cast an adoring eye towards Kagome. "It kind of does," she admitted in a small voice. Her father let out a mighty roar. "That's my daughter! She got my quick wit, you know," he informed his wife. Rolling her eyes, she laughed and said, "I'm sure she did." "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" They began to tease each other.

Kagome watched them, smiling. She wanted to have a relationship like that one day. A dreamy look entered her eyes. "Dear, eat your dinner," her mother interrupted her trance. "Okay! Let me change," Kagome raced up the stairs, jogging into her room. She slipped out of her jeans and put on comfortable, baggy brown pants that swished when they brushed past each other. Many 14 year olds would hate the sound, but Kagome was a different 14 year old. She loved the sound. She put on a simple white tank top, seeing it was spring. She took the flower out of her jeans, and took a long sniff. Nope. No aroma.

"What are you doing?" Kikyo's rich velvety voice asked. "Sniffing a flower," Kagome stuffed it into her pocket. Please don't be ruined, please don't be ruined, she repeated over and over again in her mind.

"Whatever. You're a flower freak," Kikyo left the room and walked downstairs calmly and slowly, as if she was a Queen making her grand entrance. Kagome rolled her eyes and brought the flower out of its hiding place.

It wasn't even wrinkled. It was perfect. Kagome silently admired the flower. "I wish I was far away from here," Kagome whispered silently, her eyes focused on the flower. She always made a wish on her favorite flower. This was her official number one favorite flower.

Kagome sat on her bed, and felt her eyes begin to close in weariness. She yawned, and begin to sleep, falling onto her bed. She brought her hands to her chest, bringing the flower with it...

"What do you think this is, Priestess?" "I'm not sure." "Well, it's certainly dressed in a strange manner." Someone picked at her clothes, tugging at them gently, rubbing it between her fingers. "Hey look, Priestess, she has the Emil flower clutched to her chest," someone tried to pull the flower out of her hands. She jumped up, and sat up straight. "Don't touch the flower!" she growled, her voice low. The person jumped back. "Okay," he rolled his eyes and stepped back.

"Hello, I am Priestess Sango," one girl said, smiling at her.

(A.N.Ha-ha! Sango is a priestess!)

"I'm sorry if Miroku insulted you or something of the sort. I told you not to touch her, Miroku!" the girl, Sango, snapped at the man who had tried to pull the flower out. "Well, I'm sorry! I just wanted a closer look!" Miroku brought his hands up in defense. Sango sighed with smiling eyes. "Oh, just go away for now, Miroku," she waved her hand, dismissing him. But he shook his head and stood firm. "No. I want to see what happens," he responded stubbornly, as if he was only a child. Sango smiled at him fondly, and went back to talking to Kagome.

"You're not from here, are you?" she said gently. "No, I'm not. What are you guys wearing?" Kagome looked at them. They were wearing dresses and robes and strange clothing. Clothing from...500 years ago...

Kagome gasped. "I traveled back in time! This is so awesome!" she cried out. "Awesome?" Sango knit her eyebrows together in confusion. "Never mind," Kagome waved her hand as Sango had done, and brought the flower, the Emil flower, to her nose.

Kagome gasped, and looked down at the flower. Such a pleasant, strong aroma! Why didn't she smell this at home? Was it the time difference? Leaving the thoughts behind, she looked at her surroundings. Wow. What a beautiful place. The trees towered over her, letting in a small diamond of sunlight in. The grass was a beautiful green, sparkling from the morning dew.

"Sango, Miroku, here's your food!" a small voice cried out. "Ah, Shippo, thank you," Miroku bent down and took a tray out of his hands. He looked down greedily at the food and rubbed his hands together. Sango took a bite of the rest after praying, mouthing silent words. "Would you like some?" she asked, looking at Kagome in mid bite. Kagome shook her head, and looked at the little boy who had given them the food.

He was a small one, only a child. His red hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, and his green eyes glittered with eagerness. He had a fluffy beige tail behind him, Kagome noticed.

"InuYasha is back," Shippo commented calmly. He could be discussing the weather. "He's back?" Sango asked, her voice grave. Shippo nodded firmly. Sango got up and sighed. "I wonder what he wants now," she murmured. Kagome listened curiously. InuYasha?

"Sango! Miroku! Shippo! I've come for the Crescent Jewel!" a rough voice demanded. "InuYasha, you can not have the Crescent Jewel," Sango said, exasperated. Apparently, InuYasha had demanded for the Crescent Jewel many times before. Even Kagome could see that. "But you must! My brother is coming and he wants to fight me! I must win...I must be a full demon!" his voice hid a hint of pleading, but Kagome had heard it as if he had gone on his knees and begged.

Sango shook her head. "No, InuYasha. I'm sorry," she sighed, and went back to eating. "Keh. You are not worth my time," he bent his knees as if he was to jump when he noticed Kagome staring at him curiously and strangely, her head bent slightly to the side. "Who's the girl?" he asked, straightening his legs to turn and stare right back at her.

"This is...What is your name?" Sango turned to look at Kagome, her face carrying the same expression that Kagome had used to stare at InuYasha. "Kagome. Kagome Higurashi," the girl from the future nodded as if to confirm these words. InuYasha's deep amber eyes narrowed at the words, as if she had just spat out a name he hated with all his heart. This was only halfway true:

"Just like...Kagome Kakutama."