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Kagome stood in front of her school, watching the cars go by. She had "convinced" Inuyasha to let her come to school for a few days. So she had gotten extra early to be sure and be on time. Too early as it turned out, as none of her friends had arrived yet. She was just about to go inside and see if she could catch up on some of the sleep she had missed before class started when she sensed a flare of demonic aura.

She ran out to the sidewalk, searching for its owner. Her eyes were drawn to a man riding a motorcycle. He was wearing blue jeans, black gloves and a black leather jacket. His helmet was also black, with a tinted visor so she couldn't see his face, and his motorcycle was bright red.

As she stood there debating what to do, a small dog ran out into the street. The car in front of the motorcycle slammed on its brakes. The motorcycle braked as well, in the process skidding it's rear tire so it was nearly perpendicular to the sidewalk. The car behind the motorcycle did not brake however and it slammed into the motorcycle pushing it's skidding rear tire out from under it and knocking it on its side. The force of the hit slid the motorcycle into the next lane, where it was hit by an oncoming semi. The motorcycle and it's unfortunate rider got hooked in the semitruck's tires and were drug along for several yards before being jarred loose, and rolling to a stop. A single tire rolled away down the street. The whole spectacle took about four seconds. And the dog ran away with a frightened yip, completely unharmed.

Traffic stopped, and a happy state of total gridlock fell over the area. As soon as all the cars had stopped moving Kagome ran to the fallen motorcyclist.

Unbelievably he appeared to be alive, He reached up and pulled of his helmet, then he laid back against the pavement gasping for breath.

Kagome kneeled next to him unable to believe her eyes, He was the most beautiful creature she had ever laid eyes on, his delicate features, white hair, and golden eyes unmistakable. He was also five hundred years out of place.

Sesshomaru.

The next hour passed in a blur. A couple of ambulances arrived and carried Sesshomaru and one or two other injured people off to the hospital. A police officer was asking her questions, which she answered numbly, through her haze of shock. After they finished with her, she considered the events of the morning and decided to miss one more day of school. Grabbing her bike she headed toward the nearest hospital.