A/N this fic IS re-written, and it's not a one-shot. . . so it will be continued! I'm so sorry that it has taken so long, and I know that this is WAY different of a beginning to the original I just didn't like it. I hope you'll all R/R!
"Just go away then. Please - I'm asking, no - begging you! Don't ever bother in coming back." he spat out with a harsh, bitter sarcasm crossing his arms only to turn away from her. "I'm much too nauseated with your face. I think I'm good for the rest of immortality."
She looked at him, pained. It wasn't her fault. Was it? She resisted the urge to slap him; he was being inconsiderate and unfair. She had planned on screaming, leaving, and making him remember the day that he had first laid eyes upon hers. She knew that she would always remember. But when she spoke, her voice was soft, almost a whisper. "Seriously...? I mean, I'll go... Just as you asked, I'll go. But - you're serious?"
"Have I ever done other than?" he replied hatefully, not sparing her even a glimpse.
(In her mind she screamed what she knew she couldn't say) 'God-Dammit, Sesshoumaru! Look at me!' Just look at me and tell me you really want me gone! I never meant to hurt you! Not after that! Not after your confession!' she was silent for a bit, but she replied in a tired tone, not showing a hint of frustration. She really had been around this man too long; she was even becoming as stoic as he was. "No. I suppose not, goodbye Sesshoumaru." 'Goodbye' She grabbed her purse from the near-by couch and slowly walked away towards the door. She quickly opened the large oak and shut herself out, the freezing cold air burrowing straight down and into the deepest depths of her bones. She buried her face into her hands and silently wept. 'He hadn't stopped me. He said that he loved me, yet he didn't want me to stay...why?' Why her? Why now? Why... this? She looked around her. 'God!' she quickly scampered off of Sesshoumaru's porch as a wind quickly brought her back to reality. 'I forgot my coat! I'll be waiting till the pigs fly and I'm an uncle before I'd go back in and get it. I'd look so stupid, heh! He'd probably already install a bolt for the door by the time I'd get the damned thing back!
'You're a big girl now Kagome. A little cold can't bring you down!' she thought pain stakingly sp? chewing on her bottom lip to hold back the tears. 'If I had a chance, or a choice for that matter, I'd behead the weatherman over and over again! Winter's till another week, eh? Made me laugh.' She was acting upon instinct, rambling on in her head, walking in the wrong direction, instinct, that had to have been it.
A wind blew up sending her hair in all directions, 'Oh what a perfect day for spring wear, neh?' She had decided, tank tops go away when it gets cold in summer, even if she wore fishnet underneath. It sure didn't help. Midnight seemed to be drawing closer and closer, even though she had left time before the sun could set, now the only light she had was from the stars and spacious park lights. 'Wait... A park?' she had finally looked around at her surroundings realizing that was exactly were she was, and she hated parks. They were just too deserted, and that's where she had been dumped off at. Her eyes seemed to cloud over in remembrance. That summer day, on her way to the store, it seemed like such a wonderfully perfect perfect day...Kagome sat down on a near by bench as the memories were too painful to remember without some support. That was right...he had helped her through her memories last time. The memories that almost ruined her life, the one's that made her forget even herself.
"Hey mom!" she had called out to her mother over the vacuums roar. "I'm gonna go out for a bit, I won't be out too late, promise!" she said having slammed the door shut tightly behind her. ----Oh, how stupidly young she had been. Going out alone. Purposely talking when she had specifically known that her mother wouldn't properly hear her---how she had avoided a conversation and explanation. How she was so extremely stupid, and she suffered greatly for it as well.
She mostly had remembered how bright and sunny it had been. It was odd, mostly since this was most likely the worst memory of her life, but she remembered it. Almost perfectly actually. Birds had chirped above her head as warm summer winds blew through her bangs. She was almost sixteen at the time, and it was also her last memory with that certain hair style. She had walked down a block, looking behind her to make sure that Souta wasn't following her. She passed by the beautiful apartments and the family gardens. She really did love it here in Japan. 'So perfect.'
----Kagome let a tear fall down her pale cheek as she wrapped her arms around herself. She really hated the cold weather; it ruined everything. It was practically Mother Natures' twin acting as an 'assassin'-killing her sisters hard seasonal labor of beautiful glory.
------"This is a hold up! Anyone that moves will be shot! Empty the register! Hurry up now!" --- more tears rolled down her face as she thought of the convenient store robbery. She had only wanted to get a present for her mothers' Birthday. - The main 'hotshot' looked around and grabbed Kagome by her hair, yanking her shocked face forward. "Empty it or this kids' brains blown everywhere will be your mess to clean."
The sales clerk man nodded vigorously as he poured the whole drawer into the out stretched bag. The robber winked at Kagome and dragged her along behind him. It had been a matter of hours before she had been noticed as 'missing' and was found in a park around midnight, beaten till her memories were questionable and her life on the line, seemingly somewhat ironic to her current status.
Kagome looked around her, the park light above her flickered a moment before going out. Kagome sighed to herself as she stood up and dusted herself off. Maybe it was a good thing that her skirt was longer that her other ones. At least this one went to her knees. She quickly began to walk away from the dark and followed what she believed was the direction that she had originally came in. She adapted to the lack of light, the wind in her ears and the perfect, peaceful . . . silence . . .? Her ears practically perked up as she strained to hear once again. Maybe it was her imagination? A stick cracked from behind her as she quickly spun around, disliking the situation already.
"Who's there? I'm not stupid! I know some one's there, I'm not deft ya know!"
A small snicker whisked up the her ears, and for even the briefest of moments, she could've swore that she had seen the glow of crimson eyes.
A/N at least it's a start! And I hope I reallly do hope, that my chapters will be this, or longer than this in the future R&R!