I'm barfing, home from school, and bored so I decided to write! I honestly cannot even begin to describe where I got the idea for this fic because it's such a long story. Just know it has to do with English class, biology, and a donut. Nuff said. Enjoy!

(REVISED)

So I was bored today and though 'Oh hey! Let's go read some old fics!' As I sat here reading this thing I literally cringed every other sentence. So I went back and fixed it! Sort of….It's kind of a different style of writing, but I definitely like it better. Also there's someone telling the story…when they're talking the print will be bolded. Don't worry you can't miss it! If you think you know who it is let me know! I'm eager to see if anyone can figure it out!

Force. The strength or power exerted upon an object. Tends to be something felt by the external body, but can be sensed by the mind.

Force. The power to influence, affect or control. Not necessarily in that order.

When the mind is touched by forced, it will react in one of three ways.

One: The mind will slowly crumble in on itself, catapulting into a state of insanity, and eventually disintegrate into nothing.

Two: The mind will move as one with force, complying with its every whim, but will lose itself in the ebb and flow of the universe.

Three (and by far the worst): The mind will attempt to reject force, but to no avail. Force always finds a way in.

Force. The only word to describe how I feel at the particular moment.

The third kind.

Inuyasha stood rigidly under the expansive shadow of a large white tent. Everything was seemingly perfect. From a marble blue sky, the sun proudly shown, its light glinting off the backs of metal chairs, but not so brightly that it blinded those in the surrounding area. Petals of various shades were tossed into the air as a gentle breeze stirred them from their flower anchors, finishing off the picturesque scene with a fairytale touch.

However, not is all as it seems.

The calm air was shattered by an ominous clang. A coffin door slammed shut. Inuyasha, having tried his best to contain his emotions, could do nothing but stare at the choppy descent of the casket as the thump-thump of his heart steadily increased. As uncomfortable as he was, Inuyasha made no move to escape the choking grip of the small, white canopy. Surely any movement at all would set off his inner demon, or worse.

Vaguely, Inuyasha heard a woman calling out to him over the chorus of sniffles and not-so-muffled sobs. Kagome?

"Inuyasha?" This time a male voice chimed in. "Inuyasha?"

Small fingers clutched his hand. "Inuyasha? It's time."

No. Of course it's not.

Inuyasha, snapping to attention, ripped his hand from that of the fingers-which happened to belong to Souta-and quickly began shoving his way through the throng of tear-stained friends and family. As he made his way to the front of the crowd, Inuyasha noticed one face in particular lacked the telltale scent of salt and water.

Mrs. Higurashi.

No tears stained her pale face, but what she lacked in water she made up in deep, purple rings around her eyes. Clearly, the woman hadn't slept in days, kept up by the thought that she would never see her daughter. However, it wasn't Mrs. Higurashi's deteriorating state of health that chilled Inuyasha. It was the look in her eyes. Or lack thereof.

Her eyes betrayed nothing; no sadness, no remorse, no longing. Mrs. Higurashi did nothing, said nothing, but simply stare. It wasn't too terribly difficult to figure out that she was done. There was no fight, no hope, no will left to give. Inuyasha felt a momentary pang of concern, but quickly dismissed it. Emotions are for weaklings. Tears are for children.

Oh, how Inuyasha would change his mind.

As if in a trance, Inuyasha climbed the few wooden to stairs to the top of small square stage. Each step felt miles high and suddenly Inuyasha's motivation was reduced to that of a peanut. That is to say he had none. At all. Inuyasha wanted nothing more than to bolt out of the small family graveyard. But he had been given. I'll be damned if I don't finish it.

He fished around his blood-red haori, momentarily panicking when he didn't immediately find the crumpled peace of a paper. Not to fret though. Much to his distress, our favorite hanyou did in fact find the rumpled card.

Inuyasha snuck a glance out to the audience. Every damp set of eyes was on him. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Inuyasha began reading. "I'm fairly sure not a single one of you has the slightest clue who I am. But I, along with each and every one of you, have something in common. Kagome. She was a good person, an even better friend, and will always be in our hearts, never forgotten…" He trailed off, quickly scanning the next couple of lines. This is complete bullshit! The next few sentences were nothing, but small snippets of her life and quite possibly others. This eulogy could be about anybody!

Sango was a good person!

Miroku was an even better friend!

Shippo will always be in our hearts!

It simply would not do.

"Screw this!" he yelled, throwing the cards to the ground

"Kay, listen up people!" he shouted, as a few of the mourners jumped and a flurry of shock zipped through the crowd. "I don't even know enough words to describe the kinda person Kagome was. I seriously doubt any of you do either," he said, pointing as his eyebrows furrowed into a permanent scowl.

"She was the kind of person that never EVER thought of herself first. If she couldn't do anything to help someone, she'd beat herself up over it. She was the kind of person that worried about other people's problems BEFORE her own. Do any of you have any idea the kind of willpower and self-control that takes. Because I sure as hell don't.

Kagome wasn't here to just waltz through life," he continued, gesturing various 'waltzing' moves. She made and effort to touch people's lives! I've never known anyone that's had my back like she did. My ass would probably still be stuck to that damn tree if she hadn't come and pulled the arrow out of my chest!" Inuyasha had to admit to himself that he probably shouldn't have mentioned that last bit of information. He was on the receiving end of more than a few strange looks.

"Most of the time, I was an ungrateful, selfish bastard, but somehow…" he looked down at his bare feet, pausing. His next words came out in nearly a whisper. "She always managed to look past it."

With that, the hanyou scrabbled off the small stage, sliced a hole down the side of the white tent with his claws (cue the terrified screams of Kagome's funeral-goers), and was out of sight before anyone could question what in fact was going on. A bit dramatic, but plausible for the current situation.

Kagome's gravesite was located in a large, grassy clearing about a mile or so from the family shrine. Several of Kagome's ancestors had also been buried in the cemetery so Inuyasha figured it was a family thing. Even in death they're still together. Inuyasha hit the tree line with a fury. I swear if I'm buried with Sesshoumaru, someone's gonna get the living shit haunted out of them.

Inuyasha quickly made his way back to Higurashi shrine, more specifically the well house. Before entering though, he took a quick look around the grounds. Everything was as it should be. The Goshinboku stood fluttering in the breeze. Kagome's bedroom was still ajar, her pink curtains slapping against the sill. Nothing was missing, except the most important thing of all.

A pained expression suddenly shadowed Inuyasha face and the back of his throat burned. Without a second thought he slid the door to the well house open and dove into the black well.

Somehow though, the soft blue light was harsher, the dark abyss beyond deeper, and the gentle journey more a tumultuous throw.

Inuyasha touched down on hard packed earth, but instead of immediately jumping out of the dried well, he simply stood, staring at the ground, his bangs shielding his eyes.

For several moments he stood unmoving, content to stay as he was, thinking. It's not possible. Did that really just happen?

Suddenly, a deep pulse emanated from his hip. Tetsusaiga. Inuyasha, without looking, pulled the sword from its sheath, but gone was the gold, blazing light, and the sharp, glorious tooth. In its stead was a ragged, tattered excuse of a plaything. A bit of metal attached to a wooden hilt.

Inuyasha raised a single eyebrow in confusion at the blade. In response, an electric charge shocked his arm and with a yelp he let the sword clatter to the ground.

Inuyasha kneeled down next to Tetsusaiga. "What the hell…?" he muttered to no one in particular. Out of habit he bent down and sniffed the blade. Nothing but a pile of rust.

In frustration, Inuyasha jackknifed to a stand and kicked the sword against the side of the well, his foot tingling from the shock.

Just as he was going to attempt the impossible (and by that I mean ripped the metal sword to shreds) it dawned on him. Kagome… "I ain't got anyone to protect…"

And then Inuyasha, well, he lost it. Suddenly the air was a flurry of red and white as Inuyasha repeatedly punched the stone wall. The air was a hailstorm of dislodged rock as Inuyasha beat it off the centuries old well.

"It's (punch) all (punch) your (punch) fault (punch)! Dammit (punch) dammit (punch) DAMMIT (punch)!"

And just like that, all of the fight drained out of the hanyou. His knees buckled and his will crumpled as Inuyasha slumped to the floor in a useless heap. He scooted himself over until he was leaning against one of the well walls.

In one swift motion, Inuyasha banged his head against the stone. Everything was her. The scratch of his nails against rock was Kagome screeching in his ears. Surely the vines on the wall were Kagome clutching tightly to his shoulders as he ran through the woods. Every blink he blinked, every knuckle he cracked, every gulp he swallowed was somehow a reminder of the girl from the future. But there was nothing he could do to stop her from entering his mind. Each time he shut her out, she snaked her way back in. She broke his barrier every time.

The air suddenly became very difficult to breathe.

"Thought you weren't gonna leave me, wench," he whispered.

Inuyasha jumped as a drop of water hit his hand. He glanced up expecting to find dark, twisting clouds snaking in the mouth of the well, but found only crystal, blue sky.

Another wet drop.

It's not like this well actually has water in it, right?

Another hit his face and he skittered to a stand. Confused, Inuyasha reached up to wipe yet another drop trailing down his nose when he realized his entire cheek was soaked. What the…?

Suddenly the well was shrouded in darkness. Inuyasha looked up just in time to see a human figure call out to him. "There you are Inuyasha. Now would you please do us all a favor and quit your sulking. I'm sure Kagome will return when she can stand to be in your presence!" Miroku. One day, I'm just gonna lose it and rip his mouth right off his face.

Forgetting the drops of water, Inuyasha agilely scaled the well and landed in the grass with a soft thump.

Along with Miroku, stood Sango and Shippo, who were at the moment trying to catch Kirara as she nimbly darted through the sunny clearing. Nearby trees curved in the soft wind as the grass bowed to the breeze. Several white butterflies flitted about the field and the warm sunlight splashed each of its inhabitants. It should have been perfect. But there was something eerie that made the picturesque scene seem so incomplete.

"Come, Inuyasha. Let us find something to eat. I'm starved," called Miroku.

"NO!" Inuyasha growled a little too loudly.

Sango and Shippo, finally giving up on the game, trotted over to listen in at the sound of commotion.

"Inuyasha," Miroku began. "Get over yourself. Kagome will return at some point."

Inuyasha slowly raised his head and watched as each of the unconsciously took a step back, Shippo making a high pitched squeaking noise that remotely sounded like someone had stepped on his tail.

Barely keeping his voice steady, Inuyasha ground out, "It's done." And then his tough façade slipped. Just a little, but enough to show the others that something was deeply troubling their hanyou friend. "She's gone."

Having absolutely no motivation to stay and chit-chat about feelings Inuyasha took off. Running as if his life depended on it.

Whispers of "Face… wet stuff… tears… Kagome" floated through the air. Were his friends so naïve as to think he couldn't hear? He knew what they were saying, but honestly didn't care enough to return and protest. Mainly because they were right. Inuyasha wasn't exactly what some would call 'okay'.

Inuyasha ran. He ran until he couldn't see straight, his muscles were numb, and it was nearly impossible to breathe.

He ran to drown out the noiseless racket the human girl had left spiraling inside his head. He ran to focus solely on running and not on her. He ran to forget.

And it had worked! Inuyasha was so tired he could barely tell his hair from his feet.

In exhaustion, Inuyasha collapsed to the ground. But this ground wasn't hard. It was soft and rather cushy. He slit his eyes open. Sand. Pearly white sand glowing in the bright moonlight that seemed to stretch on forever. Inuyasha took a deep breath in and sure enough the scent of salt water intoxicated his nose.

Slowly he stood, facing the massive expanse of dark water, and watched the waves; the tide rolling in and out. Crest, fall. Up, down.

It was hypnotic.

But sweet calm and peace of mind can only last so long.

"Don't move," a female voice whispered.

Inuyasha froze, but almost immediately dismissed any threat. Slowly he let out a growl. A deep, low snarl that emanated from the recesses of his throat and shook the ground. The hanyou reeked of power and anger.

"It's your lucky day," he spat, cracking his fingers. "You caught me in a bad mood. Which means I'm probably gonna tear you to pieces pretty quick."

"It's only in your good fortune I didn't shoot your sorry butt on the spot." The woman quietly shot back. Clearly the woman's forte was not intimidation. In my opinion she sounded a bit more like she was reprimanding a small child than threatening an angry, grieving hanyou. But that's just me.

Inuyasha couldn't have cared less how she approached him though. He'd lost concern for his own wellbeing somewhere between the well and the beach. Quickly he sniffed the air, but Inuyasha found nothing but the salty smell of the ocean. No scent. What is this thing?

Inuyasha yawned. "Didn't quite catch that. Lost all interest at the word 'shoot.'"

"Do you not fear death half demon?" she snapped.

She knows I'm hanyou? That's not possible! "If I did, I'd be dead fifty times over by now," He replied, sarcasm dripping.

The quiver of a bow string being strung broke the cool stillness of the night. "Then die….?" The woman shouted. But it was more of a question than a loud declaration of death. Almost like she was unsure if she wanted to kill the half-demon or not.

Inuyasha crossing his arms, scoffed. "Keh, like I care."

Inuyasha, having decided death by a decidedly human girl was quite the pathetic way to go, whipped around, claws outstretched and prepared to pounce, when a pink arrow whizzed past his left ear.

"Next time I won't miss," she said. Inuyasha watched in bewilderment as the woman, or girl rather, strung another arrow.

That's not possible… he stared, mouth agape and unmoving, as the girl strung another arrow and fired, her black mop of air swirling in the coastal breeze.

In a daze, Inuyasha instinctively threw up an arm, slicing the oncoming arrow in half before it even had a chance to touch him.

The girls hands flew to her mouth, her bow falling to the sand. Shock danced in her brown eyes. "You're not… but how…?" she sputtered.

"Kagome?"

Without a response the girl (Kagome?) turned on her heel and tore down the beach. Inuyasha, being a hanyou and all, easily caught up to her. At first she struggled, kicking his shins and throwing sand in his face, but eventually Inuyasha caught hold of her wrists. He forced her upright so there was avoiding his gaze.

To say the least Inuyasha was confused. A bit relieved as well, but primarily…..he was hurt. How could Kagome be alive and not tell him?

"Why can't I smell you? Why didn't I recognize your voice? Why are you trying to kill me? And why the HELL aren't you dead?"

She wriggled in his grip, clearly uncomfortable. Inuyasha continued to stare. Succumbing to his gaze, she sighed and stammered, "Uhh, I can explain."

Review, please? (gets on knees, begs with shiny eyes and holds barf bag under mouth). If I get 5 reviews I'll update within 2 weeks of the fifth review (raises one eyebrow). Yeah I can do that.

Gotta go make up a crapload of homework.

Whee.

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