A/N:Hello my dears! This story has been rattling around inside my brain for a while and I just had to get it down. It's kinda funny, I haven't had inspiration to write lately but while reading a Harry Potter FF I just...got inspired! Funny that. Anyway, a heads up. I suck with first chapters and last chapters. Like...I rush. I'm better with the rest of the story though! Just try and bare with me if you will.

Disclaimer: Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer and Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. If you spot any other noticeable characters..they belong to their inventor. I will be adding in some of my own characters as well. Enjoy!

Warning: This story is rated M for a reason. There will be lemons, swearing, mentions of RAPE, death of main characters and possibly some in depth battle scenes. Haven't decided on the last part though. If any of this offends you I caution you to turn back now. I do hate little whiny bitches.

JasperKagome

Chapter 1

December 2nd, 2005

I let a small sigh loose as I look around at the hustle and bustle of the city of Port Angeles, it is just another stop on my long and winding journey. It has changed quite a bit since the last time I was here though. I reckon that was oh...210 years ago?

I stop and look into the window of a clothing store and let my mind drift as I stare at a shirt covered in small jewels. A picture of a petite girl pops into mind, her long waist length brown hair seemed to always be caught in the gentle sway of the wind. Her emerald green eyes would sparkle in happiness and a large smile would settle on her face. Unmei...such a sweet child. She would have loved this shirt, always being drawn to things that would glimmer under the sun.

I shake the thought of my adopted daughter from my head, she's been gone a long time… an annoyed huff grates through my throat and I shove the thought from my mind. I turn to see a cute couple walking passed me and listen in on their giggled conversation.

"When the summer comes around we should totally go to La Push beach again! I swear i'll dive from the cliff this year!" The small girl with shoulder length blonde hair exclaims in excitement, the guy whose arm she is hanging off of laughs heartily at her exclamation.

"Whatever you say Miranda." I tune out the rest of their conversation as I remember the last time I sat on a beach and watched the waves roll in. I believe that was in 1965. It's been a good 40 years. With a shrug I walk over to an older man sitting on a park bench and ask him about this 'La Push' beach. What an absurd name.

"Well I have definitely seen better sands in my day, I wouldn't recommend swimming near that cliff either. Lot's of creatures lurking under the water to eat a pretty little thing like you right up. Bah, listen to me prattle. The best way to get to that beach would be to go through the little town of Forks. The back roads are blocked from this icy weather we are having otherwise I would recommend them. Less traffic and what not." The old man trails off in thought and I bow lightly to him causing a small smile to light up his wrinkled features.

"Thank you for the help sir. Enjoy the rest of your day." I turn with a flourish and begin the long walk to my car parked on the other end of the city. Upon reaching said vehicle I climb into it and pull out of the parking area. The light hum of the engine soothing my nerves.

For a good couple of minutes I circle the town before pulling up to a curb and rolling down my window and asking for directions to the town of Forks. I thank the woman who was kind enough to reply and roll my window back up to alleviate the pinch of the cold.

I turn on the radio and flip through the static filled channels till I finally land on a clear connection, only to slam it off moments later in irritation. People and their annoying rap songs. I am 524 years old and I still have no idea what the appeal to drugs and other narcotics are. Really, is it so hard to live day to day life? Little brats don't know what real struggle is. Oh, there I go sounding old again. I have encountered many people who have gazed in curiosity at my mannerisms and speech patterns, not just because of my obvious Japanese heritage.

I giggle at my thoughts and smile as I see the buildings of Forks come into view. It has been a while since I have been in a quaint little town such as this. Having been traveling then stopping in Japan, Dallas and Houston. I shudder at the memory of Dallas. I was there for 6 years and have grown to seriously hate crowds because of the damned place. Arguments could always be heard, through the night and all of the day. Many people were quite rude as well.

I drive through the town and follow the signs to 'La Push Beach" and upon reaching said location I through my car in park then shuffle out of the vehicle and walk onto the sand. A small smile finds its way to my face as the thick smell of the salt assaults my senses. It has been far too long since I have been on a beach.

I sit in the sand a good distance from the water and watch the waves choppily roll in, looks like a storm will be reaching us soon. I shudder as a gust of cold wind slithers up my shirt. With a groan I pull myself up from the beach and run to my car, making it just as the rain started pouring.

"Man, what a bummer. I just got here too." I gripe loudly to myself. I buckle myself up but don't move the car yet, I just lean back and close my eyes as the pitter patter of rain pelts my car. Times like these make me wish sleep was a possibility. I remember a time long ago where I would lay in bed and drift to a peaceful slumber to the sound of the rain. I groan loudly once more and decide to head to Forks and rent a room at a hotel, I do hate driving in the rain. Other people make such a mundane thing extremely hazardous, is it really so hard to drive for you nitwits?

I scoff and sit in silence as I drive down the abandoned road, I fan my aura out and smile as I feel an aura out of the norm. I have encountered two with the same feeling in their aura previously. A wolf or more precisely a shifter. Such beautiful creatures, quite friendly once you get passed all the protective layers engrained into their system. I whistle a sweet tune as I pull into Forks and drive around the town, eventually a small hotel comes into view and I pull my car into park.

I grab my purse from the passenger seat and umbrella from the floor board, after readying myself for the chill I throw my keys into my purse and ready my umbrella as I open the door to my car and make a mad dash for the hotel, honestly not looking as to where I am going.

This proves true as just moments later I slam into a tall body and find myself falling backwards, two strong arms however block my decent as they wrap around my shoulders and lightly jerk me forward into a slightly more upright standing position.

"Whoa there, you alright?" A gruff but friendly voice asks, I move my umbrella back and crane my head to look at the face of the man. He is handsome, there is no doubt about that, with his slightly squared jaw, well trimmed mustache and curly brown hair that match in color to his eyes. I avert my eyes down and step back, just now noticing the policeman's uniform he has on.

"Yeah, i'm fine! Just in a bit of a hurry to the hotel. I am terribly sorry for running into you officer." I speak clearly as I bow lightly to him, he smiles politely at me and I look into his face again. This time I can plainly see the sadness settled into his eyes and the worry lines creasing his features.

"It's alright, this weather did come on kinda fast. I'll let you get to it then miss. Hope to be seeing you around." The officer walks by and lightly pats my shoulder, I chuckle then finish the rest of my run to the hotel and let loose a long sigh as I am finally out of the rain.

"Pretty chilly out there today, huh?" A woman a few years older than myself in appearance jokingly asks as she leans against the front desk. I nod in a motion that shows I agree with her statement as I pull my umbrella closed and walk toward her.

"Anyway I can rent a room for the night?" I inquire. We do our business and after being handed the key to my room I make my way there and after letting myself into the room plop carelessly onto the bed. My umbrella and purse lay on the ground next to the bed where I dropped them on my decent down to the soft comforter.

While I may be unable to sleep that doesn't stop me from letting my thoughts wander while I lay still.

I turn onto my side and stare out of the large window the the left of my bed, on the wall opposite of the door and right beside the entrance to the bathroom. I lazily watch the rain fall to the cold ground below, more likely than not forming a nice layer of ice. I watch the cars driving by and let a smile adorn my face, this place is peaceful. With no hustle and bustle that accompanies the city life, and the overall friendly nature of the citizens. I close my eyes and let my thought wander, wander to a time so long ago.

The year was 1515 and I sat patiently beside a few dozen people as I watch an old friend shuffle from foot to foot in nervous anticipation. His brown hair down for once, falling in a light wave to his shoulders. If I unfocus my eyes a bit I can see his elder sister in him. They do look strikingly similar.

Tears prick my eyes as I look at his older face, recalling his appearance when he was still so young. Sango would be so proud of him, proud to see life back in his eyes and the light shuffle of his right foot, a nervous habit she jokingly told me about once as we bathed in the river.

I stand with the others as the bride makes her appearance, her shoulder length brown hair pulled into an elegant updo and her unblemished face tastefully colored with the bit of makeup in this time. I admire the slight lines of coal lining her amethyst eyes and making them stand out more against her peach colored skin.

I turn my attention to Kohaku and smile at the way his eyes are trained on the woman, I believe her name to be Koyuki Abukara but I am uncertain on this. I had received post from Kohaku that he is to be wed and wished for my appearance at the grand event. Seeing as nothing was on my to-do list I immediately made my way to the village I had left eight r nine years ago, it's hard to keep track of time when the days and nights blend into each other.

That had been a horrible time of my life...especially the years before making my way toward the destroyed village of my old comrade and friend. I had sought out her younger brother, Kohaku, after I had been attacked by bandits. Having what was left of my innocence torn from me in a completely brutal assault. That was the time I truly realised how doomed I was. Realised with painful certainty as my head attached itself back to my neck that I am truly immortal. Doomed to forever walk this earth with no chance of dying.

I tune back to reality and watch the nuptials between the two and laugh with the others as Kohaku stumbles over his words, a dreamy and bashful look in his eyes. Koyuki blushes happily as she recites her vows.

Hearing a loud clap of thunder I jerk back to reality and let loose a sigh, this is the only reason I hate the rain. Thunder. It is far too loud for it's own good. I stare out the window once more and am surprised to see the sky has turned dark and not just from the storm clouds, the midday sun from before completely covered by the dark of the night.

As I stare out of the window and into the dark of the night a thought occurs to me, I could stay here for a few years. Stay in this peaceful town till it comes time to move once more, typically 6 years. Or less here...more people to notice me, but I could still probably milk 4 or so years.

With a grin I roll out of bed and make my way to the lobby down the hall and immediately notice that the young lady from before has been switched for a young lad with light brown hair and friendly blue eyes. I make my way to him and smile politely when I notice the light blush that covers his tanned cheeks.

"Hello, sorry to bother you but I simply could not sleep for the life of me. I have been thinking I would like to move to this town and for later reference I was wondering if I could get some information as to where the real estate agency is?" I lean against the counter and place my chin in my left hand as I stare at him. He blinks owlishly before flushing darker in embarrassment and rushing to reply.

"Oh! Well we have two real estate places that I know of! Both on the same road as us! Down the road to the right is Fork Avenue Real estate and to the left is Lunsford Real estate and Property Management. Lunsford opens at 8:30 in the morning and I hear they have good reviews." The boy stutters at first but by the end he is smiling cheerfully and waving his arms excitedly.

"That is wonderful to hear! Thank you so much for the information, If I need to I would be quite happy to stay another night in this motel!" I smile brightly as he flushes at the comment, I give a small bow to him and make my way room and grab the keys out of my purse.

I wave as I pass by him in the lobby then walk/slip my way to my car, glad that the rain stopped, then pop the trunk and grab my smaller suitcase. It has my shampoo & Conditioner and other bathroom necessities in it. I lean the wheeled bag carefully against my car and unzip the large bag and pull out a change of clothes and undergarment. I slam the trunk shut then shove my change of clothes into the bag I have out, for courtesy reasons...I don't think the boy at the desk could handle the site of a woman's bra, then chuckle as I roll my bag inside with me and to my room.

I pull out the needed supplies and turn to head toward the bathroom, only stopping to pull the blinds down and close the curtains. I walk into the bathroom and grin at the sight of the large shower. I wish it was a bathtub but it is water nonetheless and I have been needing a good cleansing the last two days. While I may not sweat or anything of the like the dirt and grim blown around still easily sticks to me.

I quickly strip and pause as I look into the wide mirror. I quickly scan the scars covering my body and see a rueful smile curl my lips. The scars are hard to see, only visible if one is truly looking for them or if someone has enhanced eyesight. I haven't gathered any scars from after the jewel shot back into my body but I do have all the scars from before and a few from the final battle.

The teeth marks from having the jewel ripped out of me stand proudly out against my pale skin, the 10 small puncture marks on my upper arms from that time in Kaguya's castle, the jewel shaped scar in the center of my chest where the jewel slammed into my body and the long thin scar that starts at the bottom of my right collarbone and curves to the bottom of my left ear where in the final battle one of Kagura's blades sliced into my skin. I had been dying with that wound and had only managed to destroy Naraku when I collapsed into a nearby tentacle and released a large burst of my reiki. With that burst I destroyed the nearby enemies and with the last of my strength I had crawled to the jewel and pieced it together. I made the wish...The wish for it to destroy itself.

The jewel had then shot back into my body and painfully merged itself into me. At that moment, the moment the jewel and I became one is when I became immortal.

Perhaps this was supposed to be a punishment, for there truly is no such thing as a selfless wish? I suppose in a sense it destroyed itself...or perhaps it wished to thank me? I don't believe I will ever know.

I shudder at the resemblance to Kikyo, though my body is much slimmer and my eyes are blue whereas her's where a beautiful chocolate brown. My hair falls in a beautiful wave to my slender waist whereas her hair fell straight to her more robust and womanly hips. While my skin is peach colored her's had been as white as paper, granted she might have been the same shade as I when she was alive but I don't really have a refrence to go on.

I tear my eyes away from the mirror and turn on the water, waiting for it to warm before stepping under the spray and begin the task of washing my body and hair.

30 minutes after entering the bathroom I walk out dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a green silk shirt that clings tightly to the bust and falls loosely down to my upper thighs, the arms of the shirt much the same way to the elbows. I do enjoy this shirt, it feels nice as it rubs against the skin and covers my chest in a modest way.

I rub my hair dry with the towel while leaning forward then flip my hair back and decide to let the rest of my hair air dry. I throw the towel into a hamper in the bathroom and plop down on the bed and flip on the t.v to stall time till I go to the real estate office. I will likely be spending 2 weeks in this motel till I am able to move into a place but it doesn't bother me a bit. I flip through the channels before settling on 'The Simpsons'. I prefer not to watch a whole lot of television but every now and then it's fine.

I lean back against the headboard and laugh with the TV, loosing myself for the time being in the humor of the shows.

JasperKagome

A/N: Alright guys that is chapter 1! Sorry if it is all a bit rushed and choppy, I am not good at starting a story. Or ending one, I always tend to rush a bit on the first and last chapters. Add to the fact I haven't slept in two days. Anyway, sorry this chapter is so short, I swear the next chapter will be longer and less rushed! I just...want this chapter done with! Let me know what you think!

Munyue