A/N: Okay…so if you're gonna read this in one sitting, bring your tissues if you cry easy like me, because this is one of those stories. Not planning on making it a long fic and it won't be related to a later fic with Inuyasha and Kikyo, as it's not meant to be. Dedicated to a good friend of mine. I may repost, revise, or take down depending on if readers like or hate the idea or if it's vetoed.
Chapter 1:
Picture this. You're five years old, and you're playing on the warm beaches on a family vacation, sometime early July. You've got your shiny, plastic fire-truck that your sweet mother picked up for you from the toy store on the way as a surprise, and you're rolling it over sand-hills, making truck noises and all…really, just having a thrilling blast. What could be better? Another five-year old cautiously approaches where you are, and asks if she can play with you. You look up, and you're face lights up, because, hey wow, a new friend! It's a calm, yet, exciting moment, and you two instantly click. The girl has brought along a neon-green, plastic bucket and a matching shovel, and starts digging a moat, and making sand-castles. The only sounds that can be heard are the swooshing of the waves as they rush over the sand, people chatting around you, and the occasional squawk of a sea-bird. The bright sun reflects your mood, and the cool breeze, you're spirit. Though, you're mostly silent, you play beside you're new-found friend. When the day ends, you agree to play again tomorrow. The days melt into weeks, and before you know it, you two have become the best of friends. As the friendship unfolds, you two don't think about each other's pasts. You don't question each other's intentions, or wonder about how long you will stay friends for. In your mind, the future is not something you care to contemplate. All you know is you have a really fun playmate. The connection is pure, enveloped in innocence.
That…is how Inuyasha and Kikyo met. That is what it was like. And on July 7th, on that warm beach, their story began…