Authors Note: Okay, so basically I started watching Inuyasha this year, and I'm like obsessed with it now. I L-O-V-E all the Kagome/Inuyasha stuff, I think it's adorable. The following is sort of a prologue to an idea for an episode I had. We all basically know of times where Kagome is processed and almost kills Inuyasha, right? Well my idea was… what if it was the other way around? The aging is basically the same as it is in the episodes. So please, give me some feedback on whether you like this or not, or any other comments would be fine. This is my first Inuyasha fanfic, and I could probably use some pointers! Well, that's it, enjoy the prologue!
These Hands: PrologueI have to run. I have to run faster.
Kagome's heartbeat grew stronger in her chest. Her pace quickened as she found herself darting between trees. The bushes painfully scratched at her ankles and body. Her once clean uniform was covered in blood and torn, and her rugged dark hair flew loosely in the wind as she ran. Tears began to stream down her cheeks with each footstep she took. She knew that she couldn't run forever. She knew he would find her.
She heard his footsteps drawing nearer. Desperately, she yelled out to someone, to anyone, who would help her. Her voice rang clearly into the night, echoing off the great canyons that surrounded the forest. She kept running, her heart beating wildly.
Her foot caught a root and she fell hard to the ground. Trembling, she looked above her. He was here. She tried to regain her footing, but only fell back to the cold ground. She stared blankly at her hands, covered in dirt and blood. Tears fell lightly onto the ground as she began to sob. It was over. She was going to die.
"So, you thought you could run, did you?"
She closed her eyes and slowly began to turn. Her heart ached with every inch. Slowly, she opened her eyes and faced her oppressor. She spoke softly, "P-Please, don't you know me? Don't you know who I am?"
"You're nothing to me." The boy placed his hand over his sheath, ready to draw. His eyes burned brightly as he stared down at her. "You will pay for what you have done." He drew his sword in one sweep of his arm. Kagome grasped her sides as she bent down, tears falling heavily from her eyes.
The boy slowly lifted his sword into the air, ready to kill. As the fire grew in his eyes, he took a deep breath, "Wind Scar."
