A/N: Alright my pests… I mean pets. I am back. I have rewritten every chapter. I got bored with the old ones. That's a small part of the reason why I haven't written anything. But do not fear there aren't that many differences from the original story line. I did, however, take the snake out for the conversations with him went on and on. Besides, Sounga's a handful by himself.

Their AGES have also changed again. There fifteen. The graduate and become Genin at the age of fourteen. Things about the story line will be different.

Why? Because this be my story, and I be saying so.

So, technically speaking, they've aged a lot and Kagome's de-aged a year.

It just seemed fitting.

I have watched Naruto… though I forget most of it. My bad.

So… it is recommended that you RE-READ, even if you've read it so many times your sick of it. Or else you'll be reading the new chapter and be like 'whaaa?'

Disclaimer: I Do not nor will I EVER own this or any series with which might appear in my story... Which is a bit sad... for me that is.

Chapter 01: Other World

Kagome groaned in pain as she pulled herself half way out of the well. She threw her arms over the end, her chin resting on the edge, and just hung there breathing heavily.

"Damn," She huffed, "I feel like I got in an accident with a blender." She imagined what she looked like. "I look like I got into a fight with a blender."

… And apparently she'd lost… Like big time. She felt no compunction to move the rest of the way over the well; it would undoubtedly be extremely painful and mind bogglingly excruciating. Unfortunately she had to; there was currently a piece of splintered well wood rubbing none too gently against a piece of her exposed rib. She made a face, it wasn't exactly painful (being just bone and all), but it sure as hell felt weird. She had the oddest urge to giggle, but that would probably be pretty painful too. She pulled her head up to look around.

Her eyes widened monstrously. "Bloody blue blazes! Am I still in the past!" She quickly looked around to make sure no one was coming to kill her. She relaxed when she realized the area was clear, and that she was most definitely not back in Feudal Japan. The trees where too far away from the well, and the Goshinboku was nowhere in sight. Which posed another problem altogether if she wasn't in Feudal Japan, and she wasn't in her time…

…Then where the hell was she?

She groaned closing multi-colored eyes as she threw her head against the side of the well, long raven hair catching on splintered pieces of the well as it spilled around her. You know what, she just couldn't bring up the proper amount of energy to give a flying rats ass at the moment (but it would most likely hit her with a vengeance later on). Though really, couldn't she ATLEAST have her wounds healed before she was 'sent' somewhere else? Was that too much to ask of WHOEVER was sending her places?

Oh… oh oh oh, her rib was itchy. She twisted slightly so that the piece of wood scratched it. Huh, that felt even weirder.

"Chh, this is your entire fault, bitch. Why in the hell did I have to end up in the clutches of… you? I don't remember angering any higher powers."

Kagome's eye twitched as she slowly looked at the large eye resting above her shoulder. Sounga, the Sword of Hell. Obtaining him had been a complete accident. During the final battle with Naraku when he'd been summoning demons from hell, craters had formed. She, like the unlucky klutz she was, had fallen into one. When she'd tried to stand she'd used the closest thing as an anchor, which happened to be Sounga (who'd been dragged up with the demons), and pulled him out in the process (déjà vu, much?). She hadn't even realized it was him until the battle was over and the craters had closed up (otherwise she would have wasted no time in chucking him back in there). His appearance had changed a great deal.

He was almost as tall as she was, and she was lucky he felt as light as a feather or she would be in some major back pain. He was pretty wide too, about 2/3's the length of Bankotsu's Banyruu, which was pretty wide. He was completely black, from the blade to the hilt. The blade itself was magnificent, like black diamond. Between the hilt and the pummel there was dark red fur, similar to Inuyasha's Tetsusaiga. The creepiest thing about the sword (but also the most amazing) was the glowing blood red, black slitted eye that was in the same place as the gem used to be. It never blinked, but the pupil did move.

What made the situation worse though was that she could hold him without getting a fancy craving for world domination. That coupled with the fact that there was no way to return him to hell again had left him in her care.

She turned her head away from him with a huff. "I think being the Sword of Hell warrants quite a HEFTY amount of hatred from the higher ups. And, FYI, I don't exactly want you in my clutches either."

At first, but then the energy sucking hell sword had grown on her, and she actually loved him to pieces… Not that she'd ever tell him that.

"Would you stop bleeding all over me? Honestly, you humans are so annoying."

Scratch that, she hated his inanimate guts. "Well, excuse me for getting attacked by my FRIENDS."

Sounga let out a haughty sniff. "Well, if you would learn how to PROPERLY wield a sword instead of just swinging me around like a pig sticker we wouldn't be in this mess."

Kagome gave a long suffering sigh as she shook her head. She couldn't deal with him right now because she had a mission. That mission was… to get herself out of the damn well! Maybe if she just flipped right out of it… Yeah, that seemed good, quick and painful.

She put her hands of the edge of the well, and braced her feet on the flat/rocky surface of the inside (yes, it was both flat and rocky, she couldn't help but wonder why no one bothered to take care of wells anymore, even if they were dried up and in the middle of nowhere, which of course led to questioning of why there even was a well out in the middle of nowhere). She breathed deeply, bracing herself before she pushed off the inside, keeping her hands steady on the top of the well. She did a quick handstand before she pushed off and flipped out of the well… only to land very painfully on her back, spread eagle style.

Kagome wheezed, as the world went black for a second. Ok, maybe not the brightest idea, but at least she was out of the well.

"YOU MORON! You weren't the only one in that situation! You could have prepared me for that! Imbecile! Retard! Blemish on the face of this planet! Look, you opened your wounds again! What were you thinking! What if that had caused you to pass out! Then what was I supposed to do with you! And what would have happened to me! I'd be stuck out here with no one able to pick me up!"

She slowly turned her head the side, seeing Sounga lying a few feet away from her. He must have fallen off when she'd flipped over. "Well… it worked out fine, didn't it?"

If swords could gape she had the feeling he would be. "You… You… I'm not even going to TALK to you right now. That's how angry you've made me."

"Good, I was tired of hearing your loud mouth." Well, voice, he didn't exactly have a mouth.

She waited for a comeback and was surprised when he didn't supply any. She frowned 10 minutes later when there was still nothing. Well… that just took all the fun out of it.

Although he did get annoying at times… most of the time, she didn't feel right without him whispering evil nothings in her ear (or yelling them if the case be). Of course, that was only a third of the time the other two thirds of the time was mostly tea and crumpets… that kind of thing.

He really was a sweetie when he wasn't… you know… being evil. Which she supposed was most of the time.

She gave a long winded sigh, and looked up at the night sky. Another oddity to add to the ever growing list, it had been daytime when she'd left Feudal Japan. Well, Dawn actually, but still. She wondered vaguely how her family was doing as she went over her wounds. Did they think she was dead? Most likely. It wasn't that far from the truth, probably would be the truth in another hour or two. There was only so much advanced healing could do. She could see now why Sounga had been angry about her wounds. From what she could tell from years of getting hurt she had three broken ribs (one currently sticking out to get some fresh air, apparently it was a bit suffocating inside her body). Something major was definitely out of place in her stomach… or maybe it was her stomach that was out of place. Her right ankle was fractured (courtesy of Sesshoumaru tossing her into the well), her right wrist seemed broken (or maybe just severely fractured), and she knew at least three of her fingers were broken, her left shoulder was dislocated (probably when the left side of her body crashed into the Goshinboku), while her left wrist seemed fractured (which just lead back to the question of how the hell she managed to do that flip), and she had various serious and not-so-serious gashes all over her body. Strangely enough, except for a minor scratch on her forehead and one by her left her, her face was fine.

She wiggled her toes. At least THEY still worked properly. Oh, wait, no her left pinky toe was broken. Well, she could always look on the bright side, she couldn't really feel it. Now her rib was chilly… too bad her shirt was all cut up.

She glared at nothing in particular as a piece of her raven, sticky-with-blood hair swept across her face, obstructing her view. She blew it off with an irritated huff. Damn hair, it needed cut, how long was it now, below her waist? At last, she finally had hair as long and as pretty as Sesshoumaru's. Of course, he still managed to look better than her. You'd think HE was the girl. Damn pretty boys, always made girls look deformed. Why was she thinking about things like this when she was DYING in the middle of NOWHERE? That just proved that there was obviously something loose in her brain too.

And she was adding that to the long (very long) list of, "KAGOME'S LIFE MISFORTUNES", number, 1,206.

It was a good number.

She sighed (she was doing that a lot, huh?) forlornly as she looked up through the trees. Nothing left to think about but what had happened. "…You wanna know something, Sounga?"

Silence permeated the clearing, which was just fine with her. She knew he was listening, he always did.

"I had this feeling that they were going to betray me… but… you want to know the thing that worries me?"

She smiled as he continued to remain silent. "It's that I didn't really care, as long as they didn't do anything it was ok, because they were still my friends, why is that?"

It took a couple of seconds. "It's because you're stupid… moron."

She laughed. "Yeah, maybe that's it."

She had no doubt in her mind that if she suspected they were going to betray her then he suspected it too, he was perceptive like that. She wondered why she never asked him before, when she had that inkling in the back of her mind that said something was wrong, they weren't acting right. But she had chosen to ignore it, thinking that her friends would never betray her.

She smiled bitterly. In the end a jewel had been more precious than their friendship. Greed was one of the seven deadly sins, after all. The only one that had stayed her friend had been Miroku. He was gone now. Inuyasha had done the same thing to him that he wanted to do to her.

But she couldn't entirely blame them. To be able to make a wish and get anything you wanted could drive anyone to murder. People had murdered for less. And to murder her was the only way to take the jewel. After all, it was pulsing along with the beat of her heart, wherein it rested.

She started to turn her mind to different things, it disheartened her to think of the past, wasn't like she could change it, and dwelling on the past certainly didn't help her with her (rather dubious) future. That's when she realized her blood was starting to crystallize, both on the ground and on her wounds.

It was about bloody time. What good were specialized healing powers if they took so long to activate? She was probably still going to die.

At least the leaves were pretty, and if she looked on the bright side, it didn't seem to be winter. That was pretty good. She'd probably have frozen to death already if it was. The moon was also glowing bright, lighting up the clearing in a spectacular display of ethereality, if she said so herself. Nice breeze blowing too, slightly chilly though.

Her eyelids closed halfway as her eyesight wavered. The only thing chilly, unfortunately, was her rib. Which she felt was kind of weird because your ribs a bone and as far as she knew bones don't feel. At least she thought they didn't, but obviously she'd been wrong. Too bad it wasn't sunny. A tan sounded nice right about now, she was awfully pale (of course that could also be due to the major blood loss going on). Her vision wavered and she decided to add 'concussion' to the list of injuries she'd attained.

She heard a twig snap to the left (Hey, her ears were still ok, that gave her exactly one body part untouched) and found it amusing that all she could manage to do was loll her head to the side and look at the feet of the person walking up to her. How rude. The least he could do was crawl so she could see his face. Would a little common courtesy kill him?

She felt the strangest urge to tell him that his boots weren't that appealing. In fact they were downright hideous in design. Having a face full of that had her wishing she would just croak already, just so she wouldn't have to stare at them anymore. Fashion disaster much? She gave a silent snort. Like she was one to talk, she liked to go to the store in her multi-colored PJ's after all.

Kagome realized then that her eyes were drooping and her mind seemed to be fading in and out. Was she dying? Huh… she always thought that dying would be some grand thing. You know, the whole life flashing before your eyes, seeing the light thing.

…How anticlimactic.

She tried to focus (and mostly failed) on the person as whoever it was kneeled down beside her with a worried expression on his face. It looked like a female, but she'd been around enough androgynous (she loved that word, it just sounded so weird) people that she could pretty much tell right away who was female and who was male. Even if they didn't look like the gender they were born as… or didn't want to be the gender they were born as.

Well, judging by the look on his face he wasn't about to kill her, so she might as well ask her question before she died.

… Even if it was rather pointless.

"Hey, dude," Her vision started to fade, and she just barely managed to get her words out before her mind went blank, "Would you mind getting me a blanket? My rib's kinda chilly."

A/N: See there have been some changes.

Love you all for your awesome reviews that you continued to give me despite the fact that I seemed to have died two years ago.

My excuse for my rather long absence?

My sister pushed me down the stairs, trying to kill me so she could get all my money (about $2.50 at the time) and instead of winding up dead I wound up unconscious at the hospital and just now woke up, the first thought coming to mind being, 'Ah! My story! I must update!'

Yeah, so you see, I have a very valid reason for taking so long.