Disclaimer: Naruto and InuYasha belong to their respective owners, not me.
She was alone and scared, surrounded by blackness, trapped in the jewel. Then he was there, and she had enough strength to do anything. She made the wish.
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Kagome moaned, rolling over. She really should get up. She blinked, once and then again, her long dark lashes molding together. She pressed a hand to her plump pink lips as she yawned. She groaned, propping herself up on her elbows, her covers sliding down into a wrinkled lump on her lap.
She rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes and, blinking a few times, took in her surroundings. Where was she? What was going on? Why was she in, what appeared to be a hospital, wearing the standard hospital uniform?
And, more important than anything else, where was InuYasha?
She got up, and was surprised by how her legs trembled upon the weight of her body. As though she'd slept for a long time. How odd. She lost balance, and grabbed the side of the bed with shaky fingertips. She was shocked. Her nails had grown nearly a centimeter off the quick. She moved to tuck her hair behind her ear, a nervous habit she had developed, and was shocked to realize that it was already tied back. Fear twisted in her belly. What was going on?
She franticly tore out the ponytail holder. Straight hair, long and black, cascaded down her body. The blueish tips brushed against her hips.
She couldn't breath.
Suddenly, the need to find a mirror, the need to confirm she was herself burned inside her. She needed familiarity.
She looked at her sweaty, trembling palms. They were too big, too calloused.
'Not mine.'
She looked the hair. Too long, to straight.
'Not mine.'
She glanced at her arms. Too muscular in all the wrong places. Randomly placed scars. Scars she shouldn't have have.
'Not mine.'
Tears filled her eyes.
She looked at her legs. Too long, too muscular, again in the wrong places. And the scars...
'Not mine.'
She was hyperventilating. Hot tears slid down a face she was scared to look at. How had this happened?
In a final act of desperation, She yanked up the hospital gown, reviling the patch of skin where she should have had the scar she got form mistress centipede. She was granted the sight of a patch of clean, scarless white skin.
She let the gown drop from her long fingers, and ran towards the window. Another tear slid down her face. She gripped the window ledge so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Another tear. And another. All silent.
The place she looked down upon was far to advanced to be anywhere in InuYasha's time. It was far to primitive to be her time.
Something contorted inside her. The fear, the sudden sadness she couldn't comprehend, became to much. She went numb.
She whirled around, her arm hitting a vase as she spun. It was one of the vases that was placed in patient's rooms so that visitors could bring flowers to their loved ones. It was empty. She hardly noticed as it was sent spiraling out the window, only vaguely noticed that the only thing it contained was air. She comprehended none of it.
She ran out of the room, seeking the only thing she could think of. The man whose name was the thing that broke through her brief moment of numbness. The name that was the only thing that rang clear through her chaotic thoughts.
InuYasha.
She ran though the hospital, ignoring the confused nurses, ignoring the blonde woman who dashed after her, shouting quetions that she didn't hear.
She pushed open the door and ran out into the sunlight.