Hello there! I've written lots of stories out of boredom, but I've never actually posted one on a board before, this would be the first. If anybody has any suggestions or critisism, feel free to tell me in a review. I'd like to keep the characters IC, but I'll most likely end up straying in later chapters. A humorous Sesshoumaru isn't something you'd normally come across D

"Speaking"
Thinking
(1) References or translations. Will be posted at the bottom of the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Inuyasha.

She stood, staring, diamond eyes shadowed over with surprise. Of course, that was not all. No. Surprise, fear, anger. Several flowing emotions billowed within her small frame, her fists clenched tightly at her sides; nails burrowing deep within her fragile flesh, the crimson liquid that sprouted from the wound seeping through her tense digits.

He stood there, back turned to her. She wouldn't have minded much if she had come across him alone on her meek stroll through the woods, of course everything today was against her once more. He wasn't alone. He was with her. Kikyo. The dead bitch who vowed to drag Inuyasha down to hell with her. Yet, he still loves her. Why?

The questions clouded her already trodden mind as she shuffled back a step, the fringes of her emerald skirt brushing lightly across her bare thighs. He could have heard her, but he didn't. His attention was upon the women before him and nothing else, lost in the deep abyss of her eyes. The eyes of which resembled her own so eerily.

Just as suddenly as she had come across them, those void less orbs settled upon her. He stared, one brow arching as he caught the look she sent over his shoulder. Ears twitching back, he listened. He could hear it. The whispering intake of breath as whoever observed them claimed the air within their lungs. Who?

His head tilted back, nose rising as he took an experimental whiff of air. Instantly, he tensed, golden pools cast over with fear and guilt as he turned to face her. Instead of seeing the familiar form of the young teen, staring doe-eyed upon the pair, he was met with the white fabric of her shirt, her long hair tumbling down across its clean cloth. Her back was turned to them.

"Ka-"

"No! Don't you dare say my name! Don't you even dare say you're sorry! Don't say it's not what I think it is, and don't say you were just talking! Just don't say anything at all."

His mouth clamped shut tightly, eyes darkening in sorrow as his ears pressed against the rough texture of his white tresses. Bowing his head low, golden sphere hidden beneath ashen hair, he let her go. Why? For there was nothing he could do. Kagome was correct. Despite how much he wanted to reach out to her, cradle her small form against his own, he knew she wouldn't allow it. For now, all he could do was wait, and prey she would return to him as she had promised once upon a time ago.

"Inuyasha-"

The emotionless purr sought out his ears, causing his eyes to jerk up to those of the human before him. No. She's not a human. She a soul... no... not even that. She's a portion of Kagome's soul, the girl I've come to love, forced into the cold, clay figure that so much resembles my first love. Kikyo.

"Let her go, Inuyasha. She's has given up on you. Now you can come with me."

Go with her? Yes, I had made a promise to her, to go to hell with her, and yet, do I truly want to? I would have, so long ago, before I had realized my true feelings for Kagome. But now, could I do that to her? His fingers curled slowly, arms shaking as his eyes slid shut.

"No."

Kikyo's eyes narrowed immensely before she, too, bowed her head and let her lids fall down over her detached eyes. She knew this would come. She knew he would change his mind because of her, that girl who was called her reincarnation. 'Pitiful' was the only word that she could think of when her thoughts wondered to that girl.

Releasing a sigh of frustration, she quickly turned upon her heel, her ebony hair sailing within the wind behind her as she slowly dissipated within the dense forest. Do not think I've given up, Inuyasha. I will take you to hell, whether you wish to or not.

The said male, however, could care less as he turned to stare at the spot his love had once stood, watching them. Kagome. I'm sorry. I only prey that you can forgive me this one last time.

So, there's the first chapter for you. Let me know if you like me to keep going, or have any suggestions.
Domo Arigato, Gozaimasu
Nyro-chan