"I'm diving in,
I'm going under
Drowning in you
I'm falling forever,
I've got to break through
Going under."

~Going Under by Evanescence

He walked through the snow, blowing into his hands and rubbing them together for a small piece of warmth that would disappear in a matter of seconds. The trees around him slowly swayed as the winter winds blew through their branches. Everything was covered in a sheet of white, and the clouds were a dark shade of grey under the night sky. The young man started walking faster, in an attempt to get home sooner. He was already late for dinner, and his mother was probably worried sick about him.

In all honesty, he didn't care if he was out late in the snow, or if he wasn't on time to sit with his family at the dinner table. But he hated making his mother upset over him, so he tried his best to get home before she did anything rash. He blew into his hands again, and looked around for something that would tell him he was going the right way. After a few moments, he noticed a small wooden sign that he could barely see through the gusts of snow and wind. The young man squinted his eyes in an attempt to see the writing in the wood. After a few seconds, the letters became more visible in his line of vision, reading out, "The Bone Eaters' Bridge." He nodded to himself, and continued walking. He paused upon arriving at the bridge, wondering if it was safe enough to cross in this weather. He eventually just shrugged his shoulders, and stepped onto the slowly rotting wood of the bridge. He carefully avoided the patches of ice that had formed, and varied between looking forward and to where his feet were going.

As he came close to the middle of the bridge, he saw a dark form about ten feet away from him. The boy stopped in his tracks and squinted his eyes, unsure if someone was really there or if he was just imagining it. As the seconds went by, he realized that it was another person. "Probably just someone on a walk," he thought to himself, shrugging as he continued down his path on the bridge. He avoided bumping into the other person, and hardly gave them another glance, not really caring who it was. After walking a couple more feet, he heard a loud creaking sound behind him. He stopped and turned his head slightly, trying to see what it was he heard. He watched as the figure grabbed the railing of the bridge, and climbed up it. He squinted his eyes, but they soon widened as they saw the figure stand up on the railing, and begin to fall off.

The young man yelled, "Stop! What the hell are you doing! Stop!" He ran towards the falling form, no longer caring about the patches of ice that he could slip on beneath his feet. He reached out for the figure and tried grabbing them before they fell into the river below-that was most likely frozen by now. He closed his eyes as he stretched his hands forward, and caught hold of something. He wasn't sure what it was at the time, but he kept his grip on it and held it in place. He opened his eyes, and looked down at his hands. They seemed to be holding an arm. The young man's eyes closed tightly as he pulled at it, hoping to bring up the human attached to the limb. He let go with one hand, and grabbed the top half of the other person's arm as he pulled them back to safety. Once he brought the whole person back onto the bridge, he looked down to see who it was that was now in his arms. He immediately recognized it to be a girl he went to school with. She was in a couple of his classes, but he never took the time to get to know her. What was her name again? Sayome? Yagome? Kagome? Kagome. That sounded about right.

Her eyes were closed tight as she held her exposed arms. That was when the boy noticed how little she was wearing for the winter. She wore a light blue sundress and no shoes. She had on no mittens, no hat, no scarf- nothing to keep her warm. He thought to himself, "Is she crazy? That's practically suicide in this weath-"

But then it hit him. She was trying to commit suicide just now. Wasn't she? His eyes became even wider as he looked back at her face. Her skin was extremely white and she looked practically frozen. He shook his head as he slowly, while trying not to drop her, took off his own jacket and covered her with it. Kagome wrapped it around herself, eyes still sealed shut, as she shivered. The young man looked forward as he ran towards the end of the bridge, avoiding all ice patches. He ran through the woods with the frozen girl still in his arms, trying to get home as soon as possible. He saw the lights coming from the houses in his neighborhood, and he sighed in relief. He continued to run down the streets until coming upon his two story home that housed his mother, father, and older half-brother. He ran down the driveway and onto the front porch, kicking the door to get someone's attention. He heard his father inside, "Well it's about time Inuyasha got here! What took him so damn long?" His father continued to ramble until he opened the door, glaring in anger at first, then staring in shock and confusion at the sight of his son holding a strange girl in his arms. He blinked, then asked, "Who is that?"

Inuyasha didn't answer, and instead pushed past his father, and walked into the living room. "Get up!" he yelled at his older half-brother, who was reading a book on the couch.

Sesshomaru said calmly, "Why should I? You have no control over me, you filthy half-breed."

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, "Because there's a nearly frozen girl in my arms and the snow on her dress is starting to soak into my shirt, numbskull."

Sesshomaru looked at his brother, and raised an eyebrow. Inuyasha gave him an expectant look. Sesshomaru rolled his eyes, stood up without a word, and walked over to the smaller chair on the opposite side of the room. Inuyasha immediately set Kagome down the the rusty red couch and pondered what to do next.

"Inuyasha? Is that you?" His mother, Izayoi, called as she entered the living room. Upon seeing her son safe at home, she smiled. Then she noticed the urgent look on his face, so she moved her line of vision to the girl on the couch. Her smile slowly started to disappear, "Oh dear...what happened to her?"

Inuyasha shook his head and looked at his mother, "She's practically frozen. Can you help her?"

Izayoi paused, blinked, then nodded, "Alright. Uh...Inuyasha, go get the blankets from the linen closet. You," she pointed to her husband, "go boil some water and grab a few towels. And you," she pointed to Sesshomaru, "put that book down and turn up the temperature. I'll go get some of my pajamas for her to change into instead of that damp dress and jacket." Everyone went on their way to do their assigned job, except for Sesshomaru. Izayoi noticed and glared at him, "Sesshomaru." He looked up. "I may not be your real mother, but I do get to decide wether or not you get your trust-fund when you turn 25, or 65. Now go turn up the temperature."

Sesshomaru grunted as he closed his book, set it on the coffee table, and walked towards the temperature dial.

Author's Note:

Well? Well? Was it okay or does it need some work? I'd like to know your opinions. Preferably in the form of a review. It would be greatly appreciated.

Well, I'm off to see the wizard. I'll update after I get a review or two, a'ight? A'ight. See ya then.