Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, I don't own fanfiction, I only own my computer.

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And a few other things.

Chapter 1

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He stretched out his hand, trying to reach her, trying to touch her, but failed as she took a step back.

"Kagome," He whispered, his voice pleading.

And she knew. It was her decision to make, her choice. She held the power in her hands.

The choice, some might have said, was simple. But it was not. Either way, she would lose something. Either way, she would hurt someone.

But she had to choose. She had to.

It was her own fault she had to choose. If she hadn't been so selfish this never would've happened.

The choice was to kill him, or kill everyone else.

She chose him.

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"Alright, let's get going already, I'm practially dying here!" The impatient seven-year-old complained, tugging at his mother's hand. The mother simply chuckled, and turned back to her husband.

"We should get going. It's getting late, and Muteki really seems to want to get home." Her husband adjusted the baby in his arms, and flashed a grin in his son's direction.

"Well, I don't blame him. Sis always seemed to give off those creepy stalker vibes..." His sister playfully smacked him on his chest with the back of her hand and he burst out laughing. "Just kidding, sis. You know I didn't mean it,"

She arched an eyebrow. "Or did you?" His only answer was a sly smile, and she whacked him again. "Souta!"

"Hey, hey, hey! Cut it out! I'm holding a baby!" Souta's wife was laughing by now, and Muteki giggled a little.

"C'mon, let's get out of here. Seeing how much she wants us gone..." They trotted out of the house, laughing as his sister followed them out, standing right outside of the front door.

"And don't ever come back!" She called, shaking her fist for effect. Souta let out a snort and turned his head back toward her. "See you later, Kagome!"

She watched them until they were far out of sight, and then went back inside her house. The silence was overpowering, and she shuddered a little. Fifteen years, and she still wasn't used to the fact of living here.

Even though she had lived here her whole life, she never thought that she would actually own it some day. She had dreamed of getting a job, marrying a rich, kind man and having many children.

What she got, though, was a house. Just a house. A house that haunted her of her past life, literally, and made her feel totally insecure at the same time.

She had never felt that way when he was there...

No! She wouldn't think about him now, after spending fifteen years trying to forget him.

Fifteen years of torture and guilt, feeling that if she had made a different choice, she would have been happier.

But she knew that wasn't true. Either way she would have been unhappy. Having him or having everyone else.

If she thought about it, it really hadn't been her choice. She couldn't have just sacrificed everyone else's lives so she could be happy.

And so she knew. She had made the right choice.

But that didn't make her feel any less guilty about it.

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"If you would just-"

"No. I don't want to talk about it!"

"But, Kagome, I know you would feel so much better if you did-"

"No it wouldn't, damn it!"

"Kagome, I'm your counselor. I'm trying to help you."

"You're not helping at all!"

"Like I said, I'm trying to."

"Well then, I'm getting out of this shit hole!"

The chair screeched and fell over as she stood up. And then, angrily, she stomped toward the door, yanked it open, and marched out. The counselor scrambled to her feet, nearly tripping over the chair in over to get over to Kagome.

"No- Wait! Kagome wait!"

"Stay away from me!"

"Please- Just give it a try one more time...! I'm a counselor-"

"I think we've established that already!"

"Counselors are supposed to try to get you to open up- Talk about your feelings, you know?"

"No, I don't know, for your information, so you can kiss my ass."

"If you don't try, how am I supposed to help you with your anger issues?!"

"You think you're helping-?! What a load of horseshit!"

"I-..."

"Save it! I'm leaving!"

There was a loud bang as the door closed shut, and the counselor could only stand, paralyzed, thinking about what had just occured.

"She thought she was helping me? Wow, some counselor she is. 'Let's talk about it.' Yeah, okay, screw you!"

Kagome was still muttering to herself as she walked home, when she heard someone whistle.

"You look like you just had the best day of your life. And I'll bet you did, didn't you?"

She looked up, straight into brown eyes. And for a moment, just one moment, she saw a flicker of golden in them. She pulled her gaze from his eyes, taking in his whole face, and the hair that was pulled back into a long ponytail.

"Hey," The man grinned, sticking out a hand toward her, "I'm Inuyasha."

And she could see it, the hand, stretched toward her, the look in his eyes that made him look so vunerable, that she was stronger than him, the hanyou that had taken down hundreds of demons, weak and strong...

"Inuyasha," she repeated, the name echoing in her head as the ground rushed to meet her.

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A/N: Well. That concludes the first chapter in this story. Tell me what you think of it.(In the form of a review, of course. -Flashes toothy grin.-)

-Blood