Hey everyone! Welcome to my first fanfiction! Wow...this is going to be crazy. I know this is starting kind of slow, but I am setting everything up for the good stuff. I already have more of it written, but I want to make sure people want to read it first...please review and I'll update as soon as possible.

This story is Kag/Sess...his last name is Slater in this, cuz it was a good company name. Inuyasha will not be included most likely, in less I feel like it later on.

In the next chap. Kags learns more about her past, and finally meets Sessho-maru, so review!

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Rumiko Takashi...

Dreams Of Memories

Chapter One: Meeting

Too much pain…everything is dark and foggy…I am stumbling…through mud. Do I feel rain?...bright flashes…lightning…they are blinding me…pain...unbearable…mud is all around me….I am on the ground….I'm not moving, I can't…is this the end…the end of me?

No…my mind cracks…something is missing…I see the brown ground…a big building against the dark sky….safety. Stone. Safe….I hope….

It was dark. What happened? I tried to move, to jump up, but I couldn't move…I couldn't speak. Who was I? What HAPPENED?

A shriek tore at my throat, and I clawed at some sort of smooth cloth wrapped around me. Horror rose in my stomach as I struggled with myself, and my eyes flew open, but the light only frightened me further.

I screeched again and again, I couldn't find any words…they were gone. I was gone.

I didn't hear a door bang open, I didn't even know anyone was there, until the someone grabbed my wrists, pinning me against the bed I realized was beneath me.

This frustrated me more. I became violent, trying to scratch at the hands, but they were too strong. I was about to bite when I met pure golden, flashing eyes. For some reason I instantly relaxed, thinking, 'not blue…not blue'. I lied back down, un-arching my back, shuddering gasps making my chest heave. The grip on my wrists loosened, and I was asleep again.

The next time I woke up I felt bitter. I opened my eyes, the sharp light hurting, and stared at the white ceiling. A sort of resentful peace filled me. I knew that I could not speak.

I also decided there, staring blankly, that would not think about my bits of painful memory. I didn't think I wanted to remember what happened, even if I could.

So who was I?

I had a sudden thought…I could be whoever I wanted. Whatever previous life I'd had was gone. I was facing a new beginning.

A light knock sounded nearby. I looked over, down a row of similar beds, to the simple white door, with a small window in it. I could see white hair through it. Apparently the knock had been only a warning, as a small woman in black and white entered.

"I see you're awake. Goodness, but you've been the topic this week. Almost as much of a mystery to match this place, and a newer one, yet. Mr. Slater has asked me to make sure you're alright, get your basics and supply you with transportation." She spoke fluently and pleasantly, in a practiced sort of way. "My goodness, when you were brought in, we didn't think you were alive, but look at you now! You're fair beautiful when you're cleaned up a bit."

I looked at her, confused by much of what she'd just said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my name's Kaede. You're in the infirmary hall of the head of Slater Corp.'s private estate. Now," Her tone turned businesslike. "May I get your name?" She poised a pencil over a clipboard that had been attached to the end of my bed. "Dear, are you listening?"

I nodded.

"What's your name?"

Suddenly, a sort of audio recording ran through me…

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"What's you're name and age?" A man's voice…

"Uh…I'm Kagome. I'm seventeen."

"FULL name miss." The man sounded condescending, and as if he had to ask these sorts of questions daily, because his tone was quite bored.

"Oh, sorry-"

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"Your name?" Kaede asked me again, squinting at me with her wrinkled eyes.

I tried to croak it out, but a horrible grinding noise shattered the air in its place. I quickly stopped trying to speak; I obviously couldn't. I sounded like a wounded hippo.

"Well- how about you write it?" She asked kindly.

I took the clipboard. I could only fill in two of the blanks, my age and first name.

"Last name, Date of Birth? Height, weight? Address?" She asked after she had scanned my work.

I stared at her, then shrugged.

She clucked and helped me out of bed. I was wearing a hospital gown, in a washed out green, and the holes in the back where the ties were gave me chills. We went across the white linoleum floor, through the door she had come in, to a front office. On one side there was a scale and a mirror, which is where Kaede led me.

On my way to the scale, I caught sight of myself in the mirror, stopped short, and let out a garbled noise of shock.

The person in the mirror was so alien. So unfamiliar, unreal, and awkward. I moved my arm, and almost felt I was watching someone else mimicking me, rather than my reflection in the mirror. The girl was dark-haired with warm brown eyes.

And a few minutes later, I found out that she was 120 pounds and 5 feet 8 inches tall.

"Have you been eating nothing but air!" Kaede scolded sternly.

I shrugged again.

"Well, come on." She said, taking my hand and leading me to another door. It led to a long hallway, which we followed, and then down a long flight of stairs, and then halfway down another hall. "We are going to get you some food from the kitchen."

She stopped in from of a set of swinging metal doors, into the largest kitchen I thought I'd ever seen.

The room was almost twice the size of the infirmary. There were stoves and microwaves and freezers and fridges lining the walls, split up by stainless steel counters and cupboards. There were long tables down the middle, with cutting boards on top, and more storage space beneath. Pots and pans hung from the ceiling.

For such a huge space, it was spotless, and there were only five people, and at the far end of one of the two counters running the length of the room. They were eating from a plate of cookies. They finally noticed us, and their chatter ceased as we approached.

"This is pretty much the rest of the staff. Mr. Slater likes his privacy." Kaede explained. The others rose. I realized I was still wearing my flimsy hospital gown, and I blushed a little.

"Hey," A young man finally said. He was only a little taller than me, with short brown hair and bright blue eyes. "I'm Hojo, kitchen duty." I smiled cautiously at him.

"My name's Sango." Another girl offered. She had the longest black hair I'd ever seen, and smiled nicely at me. She looked a bit older than me. "I'm a maid here, for college tuition."

Another woman, who looked closer to her mid-twenties stepped forward and shook my hand. "I'm Kagura, Slater's secretary." She had dark hair, tightly wound up, and eerie eyes that looked almost red. She had a suitcase resting against her stool.

"Careful, I have a theory she's actually and FBI agent." A second guy, a bit older than me, whispered in my ear. He grinned; he had short black hair, and so-blue-they-were-nearly-purple eyes.

"I can show you around a little…if you want." He winked, I turned bright red. "OW!"

"Sorry about him," Sango pulled him a way from me. "He does that a lot. His name is Miroku, he's Mr. Slater's personal assistant."

A little boy with reddish hair tugged on Kagura's hand. "Oh, this is Slater's distant nephew, Shippo. He's staying with us a few days."

He looked at me with wide green eyes. "Who are you?"

"This is Kagome." Kaede announced. Then she turned to me. "You'll meet the cook later. He only does breakfast and dinner, so we're all on our own for lunch."

I gestured to myself.

"You?"

I sighed, and found a notepad and pencil magnetically attached to a fridge. I wrote, I can make lunch if you want.

"You remember…?" Kaede began.

I shook my head and wrote, No, but I can read directions on the back of a Ramen package.

The others smiled at me hopefully. "If you don't mind?" Hojo spoke out. "Usually we just eat junk food…"

I smiled.

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